2 Chapter 2

I ran my hands over the piece. She was working on a full-length figure of a man. The piece was so realistic that I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. She had every detail down, from the eyelashes to the creases in his toes. From the six pack on his torso to the bulging veins on his cock.

She had the guy lying on his back, half-reclining, up on one elbow, with his cock pointing upward. I had an irresistible urge to run my hand up and down the shaft for some reason. It was so realistic. I roamed around the apartment, picking up objects and putting them back down. She was very talented, and her work had a powerful dynamic about it.

The room was charged with energy. Both Cynthia and Margaret were watching me. I coughed self-consciously, wondering what they were up to.

“This piece is fantastic,” I said, moving back to the piece of the man.

“Thanks. I love it,” Margaret said. “Should have seen the guy who modeled it for me. What a hunk.”

“If he’s anything like this, I wouldn’t mind his number.”

She laughed. “He’s gay.”

“You’re kidding, but then, so am I.” I blushed at my outburst.

Why did I say that? She might think I’m trying to hit on her or something. That was really dumb.

“Cynthia tells me you’re into renovating.” She sat on a stool in front of the piece, her fingers working delicately with the knob of the guy’s cock.

“Yeah, I am. I love it. When I’m not writing, I’m either sanding or painting,” I said.

“Have you ever had a go at sculpting or drawing?”

“No, never. Always wanted to, but never had the time,” I said.

“I’ve got a girl coming over to pose for me shortly. She usually stays about an hour. If you want to stick around and give it a go, you’re more than welcome.”

“Thanks, that would be great,” I said, liking her more and more.

Cynthia’s mobile phone rang, and she moved off to answer it while I sat on a stool, watching Margaret’s amazing fingers. As they slid over the knob and then back down again, I wondered how they’d feel on my body, roaming over my flesh.

I blushed furiously. Where did that come from? I hadn’t seriously been attracted to anyone since meeting Bethany.

“Men!” Cynthia said. “I’ve got to take Simon to an interview. I forgot all about it. Sorry, but we’ll have to go.”

“You go,” Margaret said. “Julie can hang here with me. If you want to, that is.”

“Yeah, that’d be great. You go ahead, Cynthia,” I said. “I’ll find my own way home.”

“You sure?” she asked.

“Positive. If I need a lift, I’ll call you, okay?”

She rushed out of the building, leaving the two of us alone.

“There, it’s finished.” Margaret buffed her work with a soft cloth.

She was amazing. It was hard to believe she sculpted him into something so realistic. The dimensions to her work and detail were outstanding.

“It’s fabulous,” I said, totally in awe of her as the doorbell rang. “Do you mind if I touch it?”

“Not at all,” she said. “Use the cloth. Close your eyes and let your mind see the picture by touch.”

I picked up the cloth and did as she suggested. It was such an erotic experience. I peeked to see her turn to answer the door and quickly slid my hands down his torso and then fleetingly over his cock.

She ran downstairs, her ponytail bouncing as she did, and I heard her laughing with someone at the front door. It gave me a chance to examine the cock more thoroughly, his testicles, and then the shape and curve of his butt.

It was the closest I’d been to the real thing. Even though I was always eager to use a dildo, they didn’t have the proportions as realistic as this.

Voices rose as Margaret and her guest climbed the stairs. I quickly dropped the cloth, turning to see the most gorgeous redhead I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Normally, I don’t pay that much attention to women, but this one was dynamite. She was so sexy, dressed in a skintight pair of leather pants, leather vest, and jacket. She was absolutely gorgeous. I had trouble trying not to imagine what she looked like under her clothes.

I tried to guess her age. I figured she was somewhere near Margaret’s but couldn’t be sure. How did these older women look so good? I felt like a frump compared to them.

“This is Amanda,” Margaret said. “Amanda, this is Julie. I asked Amanda if it’s okay for you to participate in the sitting, and it’s cool with her. So what do you say we get started?”

“You sure you don’t mind starting a bit early?” Amanda asked, unzipping her jacket and placing it on the couch.

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