Art Appreciation
I couldn't believe my luck when I arrived for the first
day of art class! There, in the semi-circle of raised desks,
was an Asian beauty of epic proportions. She had all the
attributes of a stunner: long, gorgeous black hair which
hung to her lower back; deep almond eyes; red, sensuous
lips; full, voluptuous breasts which rose and fell as she
breathed; and a spectacular body which was tanned all over.
She was well aware of how good she looked. Her tight white
shirt and cut-off jean shorts left little to the imagination.
Her cute little toes, the toenails painted crimson to match
her lipstick, wiggled just out of her brown sandals. Even
if I didn't learn much this semester, the tuition I
paid would be well worth the view.
Luckily for me, a desk was open right behind her's.
When I sat down, I caught a whiff of some very seductive perfume.
The scent floated straight into my brain, heating my blood
on the way in. Unable to control my feelings of lust, I involuntarily
shuddered. Curious about who made the strange noise, she
turned in her seat and looked back at me. Like a frog in headlights,
I froze up.
"Hello, " she almost whispered, her voice
like a sweet, sweet honey. She quickly smiled upon noticing
my awkwardness. If I thought she was God's gift before,
I definitely knew it after she lit up the room with that smile.
"WHat's your name?" she asked me. "Mine's
Heather." She extended her graceful and slender
hand to me.
"I'm Jack, " I replied, finding my voice
again. I gently gripped her hand, which was warm and soft,
savoring the physical contact. When a short time was over
and I had not released her hand, she giggled and gracefully
pulled it away.
"Nice to meet you, Jack, " she said.
"No, the pleasure's all mine."
"Are you an art major?" she asked, now fully
turning to face me as we spoke--or as she spoke and I listened.
"No, " I said. "Just taking this course
for general education. Her smile faded a little bit when
I said this, and I felt guilty for taking the sunshine out
of the room. "How about you?"
"No, me either. But I was hoping you were so you could
help me out this semester." There. Her smile returned
and she giggle a little bit again. When she did, her breasts
moved a little bit under her shirt. I glanced at them, for
a split second, and was able to see that this wonderful woman,
Heather, was without a bra. Without my consent, my penis
began to stiffen in anticipation. Not wanting to appear
rude, and definitely wanting to avoid embarrassment,
I quickly looked back up at Heather's face.
"Don't worry, Heather. I know some things about
art and I can help you out, okay?" I lied to her.
"Really?" she asked me, her eyes getting larger.
She put her hand on my arm and I felt thousands of volts of
electricity jump into my body. Her touch made my heart beat
faster and my legs started to get weaker. My erection, however,
kept growing. Luckily, for me, my desk was over it, preventing
anybody from seeing what was occurring below my waist.
"Really, " I told her. She squeezed my arm gently,
flashed me another smile, and slowly pulled her hand away.
"Oh, thank you so much, Jack, " she said in a
barely audible whisper.
The instructor then came into the room and headed to the
center to introduce himself and call the roll. I barely
heard much of what he said because I was so enamored with
Heather. I looked her up and down, over and over, imagining
her naked, her smooth, tanned skin without those restricting
items of clothing. I watched the way her knees bent, the
way she held her hands together, and the way she ran her slender
fingers through her silky black hair. Occasionally, she
would glance back at me and smile. Each time she did, I awoke
from my daydreams and snapped back to reality.
When the professor had finished with his lecture, he went
to a closet and pulled out some three-dimensional objects
for us to sketch. I focused as much as I could on the task at
hand, but found myself constantly turning a cone into a
thigh, a sphere into an arm. The more I tried to draw, the
more I watched Heather in front of me. And the more I watched
Heather, the more I wanted her.
It would be so simple, I thought. Her clothes could be off
in a second. I would make love to her so many ways, caressing
her soft skin and tasting the warmth and moistness of her
sex, all the while feeling her smooth hair tickling me.
When the teacher announced that we would be taking a 20 minute
break, I was forced to come back to reality. I watched as
some of the students filed out of the room, stretching and
talking. Then, as a last minute thought, the instructor
told us we could search in the closet for any other items
we might find more interesting to draw. Listening to him,
my feelings of lust and desire casually subsided, and I
got ready to go and get something to drink. That was when
Heather turned around again.
"Want to help me find something to sketch?"
she asked.
"Well, I was going to get something to drink..."
I muttered.
"Pleeeaaase?" she begged. She reached out
with both her hands and pulled on one of mine to drag me to
my feet. She lowered her bottom lip and stuck it out, making
a pouty face.
"Yeah. Okay, sure, " I said, giving in.
"All right, follow me, " she said, letting
go of my arm and heading over to the closet. By this time,
all of the students had left the room and the instructor
as well. When I started thinking again, my erection came
to life once more. And why shouldn't it? Her steps were
graceful, her body supple and firm at the same time. I could
easily make out the wonderful ass she had under those cut-offs
and thoughts of lust flowed into my brain. When I realized
I had been fantasizing again, I looked up and watched as
she entered the closet. Not wanting to be left standing
out in the middle of the classroom with a full-blown erection,
I raced after her.
When I got into the closet, a room about the size of two average
bathrooms, I saw her carefully stepping over some styrafoam
sheets on the floor. I moved up behind her to help her select
some new shapes. And that is when it happened. She bent over
to pick something up, and I bumped into her from behind,
my erection poking into that perfect butt of her's.
Embarrassed and unsure of what to do, I froze.
Without saying a word, she stood up in front of me. I quickly
gathered my courage, deciding that if she was going to say
something to me or even try to leave the room, then she would
have done it already. I gently placed my hands on her hips
and leaned into her hair, smelling its fragrance as deeply
as I could. She put her hands over mine and removed them,
but not in any way to indicate that she was upset or uncomfortable.
Heather turned around, avoiding eye contact. She looked
at the floor and stood stock still. I combed the top of her
hair with my right hand and put my left hand on her waist.
My penis, now impossible to hide, protruded from my pants.
I looked down to Heather's chest, and watched her breasts
rising and falling as she breathed faster. I moved my right
hand from her hair to join my left on her waist. I pulled her
closer to me. She resisted a little bit, but not enough to
deter me.
With Heather so close to me, and my passion driving me wild,
I leaned down and touched my lips to her lips. Her lips tasted
marvelous, like a sweet candy, and I nibbled on the bottom
lip to try and get rid of her pout from before. Heather didn't
return the kiss, but she didn't fight it either. When
I finished, I pulled back and looked at her again. She continued
to look at the floor.
Already coming this far, I took an even greater risk and
attempted to pull her shirt off so I could look at those magnificent
breasts. Heather, though, quuickly grabbed my hands and
pushed them back. I couldn't understand. Just a few
minutes earlier, Heather was smiling and talking. Now,
she was silent and looked almost scared.
When Heather didn't make any move to leave, I reached
for her shirt again.
"No, " she hissed. I pulled my hands back. This
was becoming frustrating. My penis, who could only understand
one thing, was begging for release.
As if she could read my thoughts, Heather now became active
and reached for my belt.
"Heather, I..." I began.
"Shhhhh, " she whispered. Then, before I knew
what was happening, she unbuckled my beltand started on
my button. I leaned my head back and softly moaned in anticipation.
But Heather, who was too shaky to get a hold on my zipper,
grabbed my hips and shook them gently. "Take off your
pants, " she said softly.
I complied, unzipping my pants and pulling them down. When
they were halfway there, Heather slowly got onto her knees
and pulled them all the way to my ankles. My erection now
stood at full attention, impossible for her to ignore.
It twitched in the open air, and the head looked like it would
explode.
"Heather, please..." I cried. But Heather
knew now what she was doing and paid no attention to my words.
She pulled some of the styrafoam over and put it under her
knees to cushion them. Then she rubbed her palms up the outsides
of my legs, grabbing my butt and squeezing it on the second
pass. I pushed my penis towards her, but she held me back
with her hands.
"Do you like to be touched?" she asked me, not
wanting a reply. I groaned. As if she expected as much, she
took hold of my penis with her hand and lifted it up. I lurched
forward, ever so slightly, sensations zipping through
my body. Her hand on my penis was the greatest feeling in
the world. It was as if I could just relax now, like I was under
her control. And I loved it.
She started slow, sliding her fist down my shaft and then
back up to the head again. I reached down and ran my fingers
through her hair, a gentle encouragement for her to continue.
And that was when she began to speed up some, her hand moving
a little faster, her grip growing a little tighter. As she
stroked me, I looked at her chest again, and noticed her
breasts bouncing under her shirt. I had to see them! I wanted
to reach down and lift off her shirt. There was a good chance,
because she was busy, that she wouldn't fight me this
time. But, if she did, she might stop the wonderful work
she was now performing on my erection.
She moved her hand faster now, speeding up the job. Recognizing
the change in tempo, I took a chance and reached for her shirt.
She moved away a little bit as I got a hold of it, but I managed
to get it free before she could stop me. I threw it into the
corner and reached for her hand immediately after, to let
her know that I still needed her to touch me, to pleasure
me. And then I saw her awesome breasts, full and firm, the
nipples a slightly darker than normal color. My penis,
which I thought could not get any harder, stiffened even
more. Here was this wonderful Asian beauty on her knees
in front of me, her shirt completely on the other side of
the room, her massive and perfect breasts within my grasp.
And then, a terrible thing happened.
Apparently, we had been in the closet for 20 minutes and
the students were now coming back into the room, laughing
and talking. I turned my head to the door, scared and unsure
of what would happen. That was when I felt a moist, warm sensation
of pleasure. I turned back and Heather had opened her mouth
and licked the tip of my penis. Unable to concentrate on
anything other than feeling now, I reached for her head
and pulled it onto me. She easily allowed my penis to enter
her mouth, her lips expanding to compensate for the extra
space. I smoothed her hair back, trying to give her any pleasurable
touches so that she would not let my penis out of her mouth.
She pulled back for a second, scaring me, and then took more
of my erection into her mouth.
I held the back of her neck now, pulling her to me. Her hands
were loosely gripping my butt, squeezing it each time she
moved into me. I could hear small smacking noises each time
she allowed air to enter her mouth, and her soft moaning
as she worked ever so carefully to give me one of the better
blowjobs I have ever had.
And I was not without a few responsive noises myself, breathing
in sharply and grunting with pleasure. Somewhere in the
background I could hear the instructor talking. And then
I could feel a rush in my body and my skin became hot. I breathed
in quickly, deeply, and Heather let my penis slip from her
mouth and took it back into her hand again without skipping
a beat, pumping furiously. Her breasts jiggled, shaking
back in forth in stride with her strokes. I felt some of her
hair tickling my leg. And then I tensed up, my entire body
shuddering as a white heat shot through it, touching every
fiber of my being and sending pleasure into my every nerve.
I closed my eyes and allowed the sensation to fill me as deeply
as possible, letting the pleasure imprint itself on my
being.
I felt, rather than saw, Heather angle my penis towards
her chest. I opened my eyes and watched with fascination
as a white stream shot out and splashed onto her left breast.
A few quick spurts followed, and Heather made sure to let
them out.
And then something even more amazing occurred. Heather
lifted my penis back up and stroked it quickly, gently,
but in just the right way so that I felt another orgasm course
through my body. The sensation was overwhelming and I couldn't
help but to rock forward and almost lose my balance. Heather,
being ready for this, caught and steadied me with her free
hand, never releasing my penis with her other. Finally,
when I could come no more, she pulled me down onto the styrafoam
with her and kissed me deeply, passionately.
"Jack, " she whispered after pulling away
from me. I thought I was in a dream, staring into those liquid
brown eyes. "I think we should get back to the class
now, okay?"
Now that I had been satisfied, I realized what was going
on. Although we were half-naked on the floor together,
I knew the longer we stayed in here, the better our chances
of getting caught.
"Yeah. You're right, " I agreed. But I
didn't have to like it. I watched her grab a paper towel
and wipe her breasts. Then she snatched up her shirt and
put it back on.
"Jack?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"Put your pants back on."
Feeling stupid, I pulled my pants back up, buttoned them,
and then fixed the belt. And not a moment too soon. The professor
burst into the room with two students to look for new objects.
I felt guilty, like I had been caught. But Heather played
it off brilliantly. She was over in the other corner, sorting
through some objects like she had been there all along.
"Like this one?" she asked me as she turned around
with a pyramid in her hand. I nodded. Then the teacher asked
if we were doing okay. I nodded again.
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