The Fresher, The Artist, and His Wife (Closed)

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi woke the next morning already grinning, and she knew straight away why that was.

No confusion about where she was or what she'd been doing. She knew. And was very happy about it.

It had been an amazing evening, with things moving forward in a most unexpected but welcome way.

And there was the promise of more to come.

If their post-orgasm plans devised over wine were still looking good in the morning light, then she was going to have opportunites to work with both the Howells on projects that would carry her much further along the path of sexual freedom and self-discovery.

Pushing back the covers, she slid naked out of her bed and went over to the mirror to brush her hair. Andrea was becoming more used to seeing herself nude, and quite liked it. She knew she was already hooked on having other people see her naked, and she felt that little flutter of excitement at the prospect of the near future.

Deliberately choosing a t shirt that even when standing straight left her pubic bush exposed, and was thin enough for her nipples to show through, she slipped it on and went down to the kitchen to put the coffee on, unless of course one of the Howells had got there first.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Mrs. Howells had already made coffee when Andrea came down to the kitchen.

“Good morning, Andrea,” she said cheerfully as she laid eyes on her new lover. “I love the way you look!”

She put her arm around Andrea’s waist and drew her close.

“Yes, really. That cotton is so well worn, it’s become softer and smoother than silk, and it drapes on your breasts so beautifully. It hints at your tits’ shape and highlights your nipples.”

Georgia wrapped her hand, fingers upward, around the girl’s right breast and squeezed gently.

“So beautiful,” she whispered as her middle finger toyed with Andrea’s erect nipple.

A warm kiss, then, and Georgia slipped her tongue between Andrea’s lips, where she teased the girl’s tongue, encouraging it to follow it back into Georgia’s mouth.

“Edwin doesn’t have class until late today, so we’ll let him sleep in,” she said as she slid her lips from Andrea’s tongue.

She poured coffee for the two of them and sat at the table.

“I’ve been thinking about a photo-phantasie for you. It’ll be outdoors, in a park. Let’s have a picnic lunch there and talk about it. I’ll meet you in front of the library at one.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"That sounds like a nice idea, Mrs Howells," Andrea replied, elbows on the smooth surface of the table supporting her mug as she sipped the coffee.

"You know, you really are a very good kisser," she mused, smiling, the feel of the older woman's tongue in her mouth, and her own willing response a delightful lingering physical memory.

"I think I'll put some clothes on before I head out," she chuckled, "I have a few things I need to do; some registration for classes and stuff like that at the University. But I'll see you in the park."

After they finished their companionable coffee and rinsed the mugs, and Andrea had dressed more conventionally and headed off to complete her chores, she strolled into the Park just before the appointed hour, dressed in dark brown leather knee boots, stretch jeans, a soft pale brown roll neck sweater and open light tan jacket.

Andrea looked around for Mrs Howells.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Andrea! Andrea! Over here!”

Mrs. Howells called to Andrea from a picnic table to the side of the park path.

“What a lovely outfit,” she remarked as Andrea joined her at the table. “That sweater looks so soft and comfy, too.”

Georgia laid out their lunch on the wooden table and opened a thermos bottle.

“Shhh,” she said as she poured. “They don’t allow alcohol in the park, but what’s lunch without a glass of wine?”

She laughed and added, “they don’t really enforce that rule, but we are expected to be discreet about it.”

Andrea and Georgia chatted about school and work during lunch, and when they were finished, Georgia took care of clean-up.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Edwin asked me to see if you’d like to model in his erotic art class Wednesday night. He had an idea for the first pose of the course, but it was rather explicit. You’d be naked with a man, and something about holding his penis. He wanted to give you enough time to think about it. He’d like to know by dinner tonight so he can make other arrangements if you don’t want to.”

She took Andrea by the arm and started down the path.

“I’m more interested in my project, though. I’ll tell you about it as we walk.”

“It’s a fantasy of a younger married woman who receives an unexpected letter. It’s in a man’s handwriting, and it instructs her to go to the park, where she’ll find further instructions.”

“Your face won’t be in any of the pictures. My idea is to keep it a bit mysterious and to leave it very open for the reader to imagine herself in your place. You will have to do a bit of acting, sort of. Mostly with your body; we can go over that and practice a bit at home.”

Mrs/ Howells stopped next to a park bench.

“Here’s where you’ll find the second note,” she said, “and you’ll follow the instructions to the next bench.”

“Here’s where you’ll leave the path and follow a trail into the woods.”

She led Andrea into the trees and, after a few hundred yards, they came to an exposed rock face.

“And your final instructions will be here. Now, keep your feet where they are, and lean forward with your hands against the rock wall.”

“Good. Now here a man who you won’t look at will take you from behind. Are you comfortable with an anonymous stranger penetrating you? I’d like him to cum inside you, too, if that’s alright. You could just act a bit or actually enjoy it if you want.”

Georgia slid her hand over Andrea’s bum and between her legs, feeling her ass and pussy through the stretch denim.

“You can stand up straight now, Andrea. Let’s head back to the campus, and you can ask any questions while we walk.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Crumbs!" was Andrea's first response. "Er, was my ass ok? You think it'll look right in your pictures?" She could still feel the warmth under her body from where the other woman's hand had so delightfully checked her out.

Andrea had listened quietly as Mrs Howells explained her vision, and she had enough understanding, and indeed respect for the creative mind, to not interrupt the flow of thoughts, of ideas.

It was fun watching her mentor develop the narrative without giving away too much.

"I'm not an actress, Mrs Howells, but yeah, I get the drift, the idea and sure I can adopt that role of whistful fantasy insinuating itself into the young wife's reality.

"I assume we want the reader to understand that the flimsy divide between the two, the fantasy and the reality, is only in her mind? That what is actually photographed is actually happening to the wife for real? In which case it needs to be as real as possible.

"And of course I'll go along with your direction, but its probably best if you don't tell me any more detail. Like I said, I'm not an actress, and its probably best to capture my reaction and expressions as they genuinely arise."

Although she knew her face wasn't going to be shown, about which she had mixed feelings, it was possible that some part of her facial response might be discernable? She thought some more about the final tableau.

A stranger. Penetrating her from behind. Cumming inside her? A shudder of anticipation ran through her.

"Um, again I don't want to know who, or how you'll achieve it, but I very much hope the readers of the final piece will be able to tell for absolute certain that the Mystery Man has cum? Otherwise my Artistic Sacrifice would be wasted?"

Andrea hoped she wasn't being too forward, too eager, too much the nympho slut. She had alread agreed almost enthusiastically to Prof H's invitation to the Wednesday class and to holding a stranger's penis.

While not wanting to limit the Artists' flow of originality, she didn't want the couple to be disgusted with her.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Georgia laughed.

“You are really delightful, Andrea. So fresh and so perceptive too. I’m so glad they assigned you to Edwin and me.”

She wrapped her arm around Andrea’s waist and gave her a little hug as they walked back towards the campus.

“I do hope to capture some photographic evidence, so to speak, of the Mystery Man’s pleasure, but it does have to be tasteful for the magazine. They want to offer “l’erotica,” not “le pornographie.”

“I wasn’t going to include your face for two reasons. It’s supposed to be a young married woman, in the twenty-five to thirty-five age range, and you do look much younger than that. But it’s also that I felt it would leave more room for fantasizing themselves in the scenario if they didn’t have a specific face in the photo-story. But you do have a good idea. Perhaps a glimpse of your mouth or an eye as you react to the situation. I’ll make sure I get your face into some of the shots. Remember, though, that I’ll be taking hundreds of photos, but only eight to twelve - maybe a few more if it works better - will be in the feature. Thanks for the suggestion.”

She stopped to give Andrea a little kiss of thanks on her cheek. And made sure their lips brushed as she withdrew.

“There’s something else you might be able to help me with,” Georgia said as they resumed their stroll.

“My photo-phantasies for Elle à Nuit have always been for middle-aged women, the forty to sixty year olds, but they’ve found that their readership is expanding to include younger women. That’s why I’m doing this story. They want me to do even younger as well, the college girls. Now, I’m twenty years past being a coed, and I suspect young ladies fantasies aren’t the same as when I was in school. I’d really like you to work with me in developing some ideas for these little photo-stories.”

They reached the library entrance, and Mrs. Howells stopped.

“I have to get back to work now, but . . .” She paused and then blushed.

“Oh! I forgot about your ass. You wanted to know if it was okay.”

“I wasn’t checking it for the shoot, I’m afraid. It just looked so appealing stuck out like that and held tight by your stretch jeans when you bent over that I couldn’t keep my hands off it. It is perfect. I just love it”

She leaned over to give Andrea a good-bye kiss on the cheek, and lingered to whisper in the girl’s ear.

“I’ll be home by three. Edwin won’t be coming until after five. We’ll have enough time to give it my full attention then.”

A wink, and then she was off to work.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea grinned and watched Mrs Howells go.

Sighing to herself she continued to another part of the University where she found an outdoor table to sit at with her books.

A wave of misgivings washed over her as she thought back to their picnic and stroll, and the unfolding of the Photo Phantasie.

The excitement and eroticism of Mrs Howells' descriptions, coupled with the mystery and location had got Andrea all worked up, and the lovely grope didn't help. Andrea was a bit worried that she was getting carried away, and letting her hormones make decisions for her.

She had to be careful and exercise discretion. How could she retain the respect of her mentors if she just unthinkingly surrendered to every erotic impulse?

Andrea felt that she must have disappointed Mrs Howells with her eagerness to show off . Probably the same would be true tonight at dinner when she told Prof H what she'd already told his wife about his Art Class on Wednesday.

Of course she could just continue to go with the flow, but was that what they needed from her?

She very much wanted to do both projects, but was confused how to act.

If she had been a professional model, she'd know . Maybe that was it? Be more like a professional?

There was no way she could get any reading done, so Andrea made her way home and up to her room.

Undressing down to just briefs and sweater, Andrea lounged on her bed watching TV for a while before heading downstairs to wait for Mrs Howells' return.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Georgia could hardly get any work done at the library; her imagination was preoccupied with having some time with Andrea all to herself, so when she arrived at the house, she was pleased to see Andrea in her briefs.

“I’m home,” she declared as she dropped her sweater and stepped up to the younger woman.

She smiled and gave Andrea a hug, letting her hand slide down from the girl’s back to her bum.

“Let’s go sit on the sofa.”

Yes, the sofa, Georgia mused to herself, it had been so nice there with Andrea and Edwin.

She sat sideways, facing Andrea, with her right arm over her boarder’s shoulders and her left hand resting on Andrea’s hip,

“I’m really so happy to have you here, Andrea,” she said with a big smile. “It’s so enjoyable to see you discovering your sexuality, your sensuality. It makes me feel young again, too. It reminds me so much of my youth. But it also makes me feel a bit motherly again.”

“When I was your age, I really threw myself into sex. It was so much fun, so pleasurable, so sociable, I was ready and willing to do just about anything. And I did do just about anything. But not everyone on campus saw it the way I did. There were those who thought it bad, and said bad things about me. Even some of the boys I had sex with.”

“It hurt me at first, but I soon realized that I didn’t care what those people thought of me. I would do whatever I wanted, as long as I was willing to accept whatever consequences came my way.”

Georgia’s left hand was casually stroking Andrea’s hip while her right hand gently massaged her shoulder.

“That’s why we tried to steer you away from porn. It does tend to be exploitive and degrading to women, and a young woman shouldn’t get into it unless she knows what she’s getting into and is comfortable with it.”

“So, do whatever you want as long as you can live with the consequences. As far as Edwin and I go, it was meeting him that made me feel completely free about indulging my own pleasures. And we have no worries about whatever any one or two or more consenting adults do for their enjoyment.”

“Enough of my motherly advice!” Georgia declared. “It’s time I gave that ass of yours the attention I promised you.”

With that, she slipped her hand under the leg hem of Andrea’s briefs and gave the girl’s bare cheek a firm squeeze as she pressed her lips to Andrea’s and licked the girl’s lips.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Mmm, Mrs Howells had knowing hands, and Andrea melted into the kiss and the caress, loving the caring sensuality of their embrace.

When they broke, Andrea put one hand on Mrs Howells thigh as high as she could, and stroked the older woman's breast with the other.

"I had a little speech all prepared, ready to apologise for my behaviour earlier, but after what you just said, maybe it isn't necessary?

"You see, in the last few days I've just been feeling so horny. I know I'm addicted to being seen, naked, and I'm pretty sure I'm addicted to sex. That's mostly why I wanted to do porn. To be seen naked, to have lots of sex, and to be seen having sex.

"That idea of yours, being led bit by bit, getting more turned on with every message, until being fucked, especially from behind!

"There's something about getting fucked from behind. Partly more bestial, partly more being taken. Face to face sex is like between equals. And if I'm fucked from behind wearing a blindfold? In a public place? Secluded maybe, but still punlic?

"I was gonna apologise for being so enthusiastic, so dirty, but I guess you understand. I just didn't want you and the Professor to think badly of me. I guess I want your approval?"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Enthusiasm for pleasure is nothing to apologise for, Andrea.”

Mrs. Howells smiled and sighed as she spoke, clearly enjoying her young partner’s attention.

“Yes, pleasure never needs an apology,” she said dreamily as she placed each of her hands atop Andrea’s.

Georgia guided the girl’s hand on her breast, circling it around and then squeezing Andrea’s thumb and forefinger on her nipple to pull and twist it.

“Pleasure , , ,” she whispered, “like this.” She smiled into Andrea’s eyes as her nipples received the girl’s guided touch.

“And this . . .”

Her lips quivered, inviting a kiss from her boarder, as she guided the girl’s hand up her thigh and onto her mound. Her hand shadowed Andrea’s as her middle finger pressed the girl’s middle finger between her labia and then guided it to caress the older woman’s clit. Her lips parted now, to admit her young lover’s tongue, and her finger guided Andrea’s into her vagina.

She broke their kiss momentarily.

“I’m all yours, Andrea. Do whatever you will with me.”

Georgia let go of the girl’s hand and let her arms fall limp. She parted her lips again, and eagerly awaited whatever Andrea might do.