Wild Park Art (Closed for Pywakit)

It was a dark night in the central park of New York, and I, Jimmy T. Arkham, a small time painter in the area, was painting in the park, like I always do when the winter draws near, it makes the sky the more clearer. But unlike other times, I have no portrait to paint, I have my old paint brush set and some new modern paint in front of the sheet of weave I am trying to paint on. My inspiration is non-existent, this evening and I brush my grease filled hair back, I haven't had a shower for half a year since the shower in my apartment got only cold water since the landlord wanted to spare the electricity to earn cash to herself.

The landlord was a hot woman in her early twenties, a woman who saw only the future, and only thinks of using it for her own purpose, a bitch in other words. So I mostly spend my time in the rain to at least try to get a clean scalp, but that's besides the point. My wish to become a famous artist is still deep in my heart, but so is my dream of starting a family and having multiple lovers willing to shar me, okay that last one is all straight men's dream but hey, can't blame me for finding women attractive now can you?

Speaking of which a beautiful woman just came down the street with a beautiful rough collie following her close by, and I suddenly feel warmth in my hands, and my paintbrushes. I automatically draws paint, the background I had made earlier was dark and soggy, just like this evening, but with my new motivation the darkness became bright and warm, sunlight came down from the once dark night sky, dead flowers awoke, a trashcan became a beautiful collie. And then there was her, beautiful, sexy, hot, divine, other worldly, however you wanted to describe her could I not find words to describe her. I had my brush move with such feather like touch I wasn't sure that the paint even stuck to the painting, her hips, her breasts, her dress, her smooth skin, her full lips with a hint of glaze. Oh by the gods I could just orgasm from just seeing her emerge into my painting, light shining upon her, showing her perfection like a masterly carved diamond, it was like my painting had become light itself, like I was seeing the sun from it, it was surreal and yet so real.

Jimmy T. Arkham: http://th06.deviantart.net/fs11/300W/i/2006/212/c/0/Blond_on_the_Beach_by_RandomlyRoaming.jpg

Woman: http://images.sportsbybrooks.com/girls/d/e/de8e424376d9946dd5ec2453cd87e2bb_MP2264.jpg

Christie

Christie smiled as she scratched between Coda's ears; the dog loved that, and her eyes closed in appreciation at the attention. It was hard to believe that, only a week ago, Coda was unwanted and in a pound—Christie had picked her out immediately when she'd seen the collie. It had cost a small fortune getting her groomed, vaccinated, and cleaned up, but it was worth it. Not only did this dog give her a feeling of security on her walks in the park, but she was a welcome bit of company around her condo.

She looked up and noticed a guy at an easel... was he looking at her? No... he was painting something, and seemed pretty focused in his work. But no... he looked at her again! Christie's curiosity was aroused, and feeling a bit bold with her canine companion at her side, she stood from the park bench and approached the painter.

My paintbrush slithered across the barely visible bulge of her left nipple, a small shadow along the line of her cleavage, a hint of glittering white on the right edge of her mouth in the sunlight, red painted nails with pointed edges and the smooth darkening net sock lining up to her thighs, finishing up at her feet where a pair of high heels were, the one to the left had a lose seem and then he put shadowing on her tanktop, tight across the chest, an open jacket on, a skirt that was pulled back by her crossed legs, givign a view of her thighs. His brush traced over the hint of the nipples, giving them live and hardness like the cool wind here was, a touch on her lips, some on her thighs, her cheeks got a bit of rosy from a cool wind, the said wind ruffles her perfect hair and then there was her eyes, so beautiful in their bright green colors, like a field of grass in the summer.

As I painted I didn't notice her coming up to me, and neither did I notice her staring at my work in wonder, or how she seemed to get a hint of something in her eyes for just a few seconds before they cleared. And then with an elegant, smooth writting, I put down my signature in dark green i nthe right corner, almost hidden by the light green grass in the background there. Breathing a bit hard I swep some sweat off my brow and look at he painting before I, finally, notice her practically leaning over me to see better, giving a frightened yelp I jump a little, clutching my stomach to calm my panicking lungs. "Please don't sneak up like that."

Christie

She couldn't help smiling.

"That's quite a stunt, don't you think? Your model sneaking up on you? I mean, you must have been watching me close enough to paint me, yes?" She had an impish bit of playfulness in her tone, then she turned to study the painting he'd created of her. It was good. No, not good... brilliant. She wondered who this guy was, painting out in the park like an amateur when he obviously had a hell of a lot of talent.

"This is... this is really good," she said. "But I have to admit, I'm not used to having strangers paint pictures of me. Why'd you do that?"

Chuckling a bit I scratched my neck before looking at my painting. "I only looked at you for about four times before I had your looks memorized, I have a bit of photographic memory." It was true, he had photographic memory, but it had not helped him make art before, no this art, this painting, was from his heart and soul, not his brain and eyes. "I must admit that, this is the best painting I have made in my entire career. I was without inspiration earlier, had only made a dark gloomy background, not much different from what you see in front of me where you sat. But when you came and sat down I... I don't know... I got a burning sensation in my chest and inspiration flourished like a bonfire. I changed the backgroudn first, made the sun appear, made children playing with puppies and flyers, turned the flowers to life, made the grass green, turned winter to summer and then I made you. i t was delecate and detailed, I constracted and constructed your every detail until it was like I had pasted a photo into this frame, even angeling the light hitting your curves in such a way that it looks even more alive, like you can feel the breathe you took before you were frozen into this painting, a motionless picture, and yet so alive."

The passion in my voice burned and I coudl almost fee ltears come from my eyes, the sensations, the craft, the wondrous feelings, oh god I wanted to just cry, weep and laugh in joy, it was such a sensation that I cannot describe the first thing of it. I gather my breathe and look with a smile at the painting, the paint had dried in the cool wind and I looked at her, even more perfect in life then in the painting. "As I didn't ask for permission to paint you, and as a show of my gratitude, I wish to give you this painting." handing her the frame I gather my tools and smile brightly at her, my greasy hair and some paint stains on my face, but I could care less, I had never felt so alive. "I hope to see you in the nearby future, thank you once more, you were the perfect model and the greatest inspiration." I then left the park, my smile wide and warm, walking towards my apartment, i had to gather new frames and paint, I was so inspired, i couldn't sto pthe skip in my steps, I had never felt so alive, all thanks to her.

Christie

She didn't really know what to say. The guy was so passionate about his art... he really took it seriously, and she regretted how brisk she'd been when she'd asked him why he'd painted her. She'd watched him go, stunned speechless that he'd given her the painting, and then later that evening as she started at the painting in her condo where she'd leaned it against the wall, she realized that she quite liked being the subject of a genius's work of art.

Next afternoon, at about the same time of day, Christie found herself in the park again. She'd dressed in one of her better dresses, a silk green outfit that bared a lot of leg up one side, was cut scandalously low in the back, and gave her ample cleavage plenty to show off. It was a dress for a formal affair, not a walk in the park, and she got more than a few curious and even lecherous glances as she strolled... hoping to find the artist again... hoping to inspire him to paint another portrait... one that she'd hope he would keep for himself this time.

I found myself painting, oh how I painted, painting for hours, the paintings were of the city, the people, the park and the cars, but I always added one detail, her, she was i nevery painting, not unnoticable and yet not out in the open, nto the focus of the paintings, just there, adding her perfection to it. I found myself drinking coffe all night and through the morning until I collpased on my bed, over thirty paintings in my apartment, my body overflowing with caffine, making me one dull boy for the rest of the day.

I woke up around six PM, got some food, brushed my teeth, and looked out at the window, snow was falling, and though it was likely to be cold as heck I walked out with two frames, my paintbrushes and paint, a torn and stained leather coat on me to keep me warm. I am not sure why I went out into this cold evening, and yet it felt right, I soon reached the park and at the same spot I had stood at before and I see her there, in a beautiful dress that reveals almost enough for me to make ideas of what she looks like naked. Swallowing a bit I keep my profile and wave to her in greeting before I set down the frames, both of them at once and poured up the paint, put my brush into it and began to paint.

Falling snow, looking like petals in the wind ,falling down fro ma black sky, so white so pure, the soft blue colored wood of the bench cutting out in the snow covered ground, looking so life like as the snwo fell upon and around it. And then she came, her dress becoming pure white, a pair of white wings sticking out of her back, folded up, the shine of the light of the street lamps on the snow giving a glister to her legs, chin ,cheek and curves. sliding a circle of light around the air around her, giving it a glow, making her hair shine, give her lips a pure color of white, her hair just a pure as the snow, and yet the shine of the hal ocame so good off it, the only part of her not light was her skin and beautiful eyes, she looked like the angel I saw her as.

Then the other paiting came, winter turned into spring, light hints of melting snow, growing knobs and flowers, leaves rising from the trees, sparrows, pidgeons and crows flying i nthe background, her green dress coming forth in an elegance of spring and summer, her hair curling and flowing in the wind, stroking her cheek. A line of flowing leaves in the wind slides over her front, some just poking her breasts and stomach in a teasing manner, her light smile, all there, looking so perfect.

Christie

Christie let him paint this time, watching him work, aware of the chill in the air on one level but enjoying the sensation of being painted too much to care. Finally, though, she decided to take the next step. She approached him for the second time, a smile on her face as she examined his latest work. Like the previous day, this was a masterpiece. She was quite flattered he'd painted her as an angel... the symbolism was not lost on her.

"You know," she said, studying the painting. "You do quite well, but it seems a bit risky to do this type of work out here in the elements. What if it rained? What if some lowlife came up and mugged you?"

She bit her lower lip, then decided to take the plunge.

"What I'm saying is that, if you're cool with it, we could go somewhere more private. I'd love to give you some more material to work with. Is your studio far from here?"

Smiling at her I turn towards my two new paintings, one of her as an ange lin winter and one as the spirit of life in the spring. "My apartment is my studio, it's small but it's my treasure grove. If you want to come can I show you it, but before then, would you like something to eat? I haven't eaten much since I woke up at six pm. My uncle has a Thai resturant two floros beneath my apartment so we could save one bird from two stones." I am sure my heart woudl beat up my ribcage and punch out of my chest, I felt like a child sitting in front of a pretty lady, unsure how to react to her beauty and perfection.

Christie

Christie considered the offer. She was indeed hungry, she realized, and it'd been a while since she'd had Thai food. "That sounds delightful. But first, before we go any further, we need to get something out of the way first." She smiled and extended her hand to him.

"My name's Christie. What's yours?"

"Jimmy T. Arkham is my name, the T stands for Thanathos, my mother is a teacher in languages, several, who liked irony, giving her new born son the middle name Death is ironic in itself." I stated with a small joke and shook her hand, and instantly felt a ghot fire in my body as I felt her smooth skin and perfectly cut nails, oh man that had not been excepted.

Shaking my head clear, though not too much as I didn't want to appear rude, I took then ow dry painting and put them in two large plastiv bags, before picking up my tools and cleaned off the paint left overs into several boxes, for later use, I move down the road towards the Thai resturant, not even five hundred feet away, as we walk I speak of I've been painting lately. "I made some painting of nature, cities, parks and animals, then of course I made several portraits and other paintings of you, I made two I especially like, one of you as a jedi wielding a green light saber staff while fighting a black sith with two red light sabers on a jungle planet, I am a fan of Star wars, and I also made you dressed up as catwoman, and spiderwoman, making a sort of twin image of you, it was very fun to make those two."

We reached the Thai Restuant, it was named the Blue Thai Dragon, there was plent of costumers inside and my uncle was at the desk, cleaning dirty glasses. He noticed me and Christie and smiled brightly. "Hey Jimmy my boy! Who is your beautiful friend? A model or a girlfriend? Or both?" He laughed as I grew a bit red, and simply shook his head, he wanted me to settle down and get some social life instead of painting all the time. "Now then I knowyou want the roasted duck with vegetables, mushrooms, rice and peanut sauce, so I will ask the beautiful lady what she wants, ask for anything, no friend of my nephew needs to pay, he's in need of a woman in his life, always painting night and day." Okay perhaps it was a bad idea to go to my uncle as I was having a hard time keeping my head from turning red.

Christie

Christie laughed, finding the way that Jimmy blushed at his uncle's attention to be rather endearing and cute.

"Just a model, and I suppose a fan of his work. He's really really talented, you know!" She said to Jimmy's uncle, then pursed her lips in thought. "I'll just have a Thai iced tea and some chicken red curry. Four stars. I like it spicy." She smiled again as the man nodded and then headed back to place the orders.

She looked across the table at Jimmy. "I'd love to see those paintings... me as a jedi and as a superhero. That's actually really fun sounding..." She grew thoughtful for a moment... she wondered if he'd be interested in painting a special portrait of her... but before she asked him, she wanted to know a little bit more about him. "So what other movies do you enjoy? I've always been more into horror than sci-fi myself..."

Thinking for a few seconds the painter spoke up and listed off the different movies he liked to watch. "Well I like a bit of comedy horror but I do like regular horror a bit, as well as fantasy and scific, like Shaun of the Dead, Army of the Dead, Scary Movie, al lof them, Alien, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Eragon and of course the comic movies of spiderman, Fantastic Four, X-Men, Hellboy, Ironman, the Hulk and all the others. Though I admit I prefer the fantasy themed movies, gives me more emotion then logic to work with my own paintings."

As he finished his uncle put down their drinks, his was a glass of orange juice, to bring out the spices in his food with the orange giving the spices a slight kick to it. "I collect and make costumes for different kind of portraits, it's very easy to make once you get it done correctly, but it takes practice. I have many different costumes for all manners of themes, though I rarely get any nowadays because of my low finances, so some of my things are a bit too small, but good enough to be worn." Taking a bite out of his meal, the young artist took time to enjoy the food, and his company, he couldn't remember the last time he had talked to a woman like this.

Christie

Christie ate her food as she listened to him answer the question. The portrait she was thinking about having him do for her was of herself dressed as a vampire... she wondered if he had any gothic or haunting costumes at his studio.

"Well then," she said. "What do you say that after this meal we head on up to your place and see if there's not some fun costumes for me to wear to pose for you? Or maybe we can head downtown and look for something special to buy... I'd be more than willing to finance a special costume for me if you'd be willing to give me the finished painting? In fact, I'm sure I could pay more for the painting..."

"Well since we both have some ideas on what you coudl be painted as, how about we go to a local costume shop? They are open 24/7 because of the need for christmas costumes. I can imagine you dressed up as an elven priestess, I used to play D&D while I was a young boy, still got inspirations of it though. The realm of fantasy are always open for great ideas. We could make two paintings today." I stated with a soft smile, I had many costumes yes, but it was always fun to get new ones to make different paintings, I had plenty of leather, spandex, dresses, metal armor, chain mail, silk, common clothes, sports outfits and other things, but I still lacked some things, as I didn't have much materials for most of my ideas.

Finishing my meal I stood up and offered her my hand with a polite smile, my otherh and holding my things, and I spoke. "Come I will lead you there." Gently taking her soft hand I lead her out of the resturaunt, ignoring my uncle's shouts of 'I am proud of you boy' and lead her across the street to a nice mediu msized costume store, with private booths where you could dress up in a small wardrobe and then parade for your friends in private. there were many a hundred costuems around and even moe categorized in the catalog.

Christie

Christie allowed herself to be led to the store, enjoying the feeling of his hand in hers, but when they arrived she quickly began to make her own way through the aisles. There were so many outfits to choose from!

Finally, she met him again at the far side of the store. "Tell you what," she said. "If you've got time to do two paintings of me... why don't we both buy a different costume for me to wear and surprise each other with what we choose... sound good?" She'd already found the sexy, gothic vampire costume she wanted to have her portrait done in, and there were plenty of elven princess outfits for him to choose from if that's really what he wanted. She kind of hoped he did.

"Alright, that sounds like a plan. I have already an outfit in mind. But for it to be a real surprise, I suggest we buy it at different times so we have time to put each one in a bag so we won't see it." I stated with a smile before walking off towards the section I had seen the fine outfit for her. And soon enough I found it, a beautiful dark priestess robe of D&D nature with a mixture of kimono to it, there also a pair of realistic elf ears and a paste on tattoo in the shape of a rose. It was a theme for an elven forest priestess, and I thought it would fit her perfectly.

Taking the set I rolled it up into a bundle before buying it from the desk clerk, who gave me a discount as I am a good costumer, putting the fine outfit into a paper bag I went to the exit and waited, making sure to keep my eyes on the ceiling to not let curiosity get to me as she came to pay for her own outfit. Looking down from the ceiling as I heard her voice call to me and smiled and spoke up with a humorous voice. "Well now that the hardest part is over, shall we go to my apartment studio?"

Christie

Christie had found the perfect costume near the back of the store while he'd been shopping elsewhere, and now the outfit sat safe and sound in her own paper bag.

"Sounds good to me," she said when he told her his plan. "Is your apartment studio far from here?"

Laughing I took her arm in my own and lead her out of the store and pointed at the top floor of the apartment building my uncle had his resturaunt. "I told you I lived over my uncles' resturaunt. As he takes up both the bottoms floors with his business do I live on the top floor, come, my landlord is not there today so I will not be enduring her trash talk as I walk u pthe stairs." Leading Christie up the stairs of the apartment building, the entrance to the stairs of the apartments right next to the resturaunt doors. Soon I had my keys out and unlocked my simple door and opened up my treasure grove to a woman for the first time.

I think she was surprised of the content as i heard her gasping, I had been painting nonstop for the entire night, the studio that was at one point a living room, was filled with paintings of her, some was not of her but the majority was of her, there were over twenty paintings of her leaning against the walls and standing on the staflits. "I meant what I said when I said you were the greatest inspiration, here, these are the paintings I mentioned."

Taking her hand I lead her, feeling like a giddy child showing off his collection of toys and treasures to a close friend, and then pulled off the white sheaths covering the two paintings. The first one was of her as a jedi, she was dressed like Shaak Ti, wielding two light sabers, the painting captured her as she gracefully leaped into the air, the background blurry from her speed, her left hand pulling back her light saber while the right clashed with the red lightsaber of a sith woman dressed in pure black robes that let only a hint of her curvesshow, but a hint of a face was beneath the hoods, and the lips were seen, identical to hers.

The other painting was of her as catwoman and spiderwoman, the skin tight suits lining her curves perfectly, the cat woman was stretching like a sexy cougar, her sharp claws lining her curves as she stood on top of a glowing purple neon sign, showing off her dark purple stuit like it was her skin, giving the illusion of nudity and yet covering her curves with light, hidding her most delighting parts from view, her rear arching in the air, a tail attached to it while the form of her as spiderwoman was hanging upside down from a web, her legs cross, her back arched as she looked straight down at the catwoman who was smirking playfully as she arched like a catm it was like they were both teasing each other, trying to make the other do the first move, before dominating her.

Christie

Christie's eyes widened as she took in the details of the paintings. In so many of them she recognized herself, even though in each painting she was obviously a different character. She felt a flush rising in her cheeks and a heat rising between her legs... the concept of being so inspiring to such a talented artist was new to her, and she was realizing she was enjoying it.

"These are remarkable," she said. "You've done such an incredible job... I'm eager to see what you can do with me modeling for you." She smiled. "Which of the costumes do you want to see me in first... the one you bought or the one I bought?"

"Hmmmm... how abotu the one you brought? As the code of gentlemen says, Ladies First." I stated with a smile before jerking a thumb at a dressing screen by the corner while walking towards it, putting down my shopping bag next to it, to thel eft of it was a small door to the wardrobe Is stored my costumes. "You can change there if you want to, or maybe do it in the costume wardrobe, which used to be an extra bedroom. I will pull out paints, my brush, some backgrounds and some of my unused bigger screens." With that said I moved over to my equipment and pulled out two human sized screens, which you could fold together, and put one of them straight by taping it to the support beam in the ceiling, giving me perfect reach all over it. Then I pulled out my brush and seveal paint tubes ,which I put poured onto a wooden plate that was suppsoed to be a bird feeder, but I found use of it to keep my paint on, it was able to be lowered and heightened by pressing a button. I only used one brush, it had been given to me by my grandfather, who stated that it had been his since he was a little boy, he had hand carve it from a piece of red wood tree he had found in the forest.

Christie

"Okay then... be right back!" she said, and after flashing him a smile, she stepped behind the screen and pulled out her costume. She undressed quickly, setting aside her clothes in a neat pile once she was down to her underwear. She slithered into the vampire bride costume, which consisted of a lacy white dress (more like a corset on top) with black trim a long black cape with spiked shoulders. The dress was cut high along one leg, and she slid on the black leather boots the outfit came with. A pair of white lacy fingerless gloves completed the costume part, but before she fitted the fake fangs over her canines, she used a bit of makeup to darken her lips to a blood red hue and darkened her eyeshadow to give herself a haunted look.

The outfit finished, she strolled out from behind the screen and smiled at him. The sharp fangs in her mouth contrasted wickedly with the purity of the wedding dress.

"...Wow..." What was I supposed to say? She looked drop dead gorgeous, okay drop undead gorgeous if you want to be technical, I had no idea that a vampire could look so... wow... Mentally clearing my head I cough into my hand and blush a bit, embarassed at my gaping. "Well then, how would you like to pose? Would you like a specific background or maybe some music? You could even dance to the music if you wish, would make the painting feel more real and alive." I could alredy imagining her dancing to a halloween song, like The nightmare before christmas intro, over a dark shady forest or a moon light graveyard, wow I was getting a hard on from imagining her body moving like that.

Christie

Christie looked over her outfit, checking the fit real quick and making sure that it wasn't a cheap costume. It seemed to be pretty well-made, well enough for dancing in, in any event. The boots had relatively short heels as well, making dancing even more of a possibility.

She looked around his studio, noting that the open area in the middle would be perfect.

"Yeah," she said with a sinister smile. "I can dance for you. Throw on some music!"

"Hope you like this song, it's one of my favorite halloween songs." I stated with a smirk as I flipped a disc in the air before putting it into my CD player and placing the volume at a good stage, as to not disturb the neighboors, the song Hex Girl by The Hex Girls, beganto sound out through my apartment, and I drew my brush like it was a wand and with a smile on my lips I watch her as she begin to move with the music, her body moving like a dark shadow, and I could see the world around me shift into a full moon night, filled with bats, a circle of tombstones, and a sexy vampire dancing along the moonlight, and my brush flashed over the plain screen in front of me and I poured my soul into my brush, moving it like a fluid water, scattering black, red, white, light yellow and pale grey all over the screen like a magic spell growing forth upon the screen.

Song: Hex Girl by The Hex Girls. I just love that song, makes for an excellent song for non-frightening halloween nights.