The Painter (Part 2)  

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4/3/2006 12:13 pm
The Painter (Part 2)

“So, what do you think? Do you want me to adjust anything so you have a better view?” Her question shocked me back into the moment.

“Excuse me?” I stuttered.

“Do you want me to adjust anything?” She reached up to her shirt an opened another button, exposing even more of her cleavage.

“Should I keep going?”

“Yes!” I almost shouted it too loudly. “Excuse me, I’m just a bit energized by the beauty of your art.”

She opened her blouse one more button, now exposing everything and said, “I think this pair needs to breathe, don’t you?”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Only in my wildest dreams had something so erotic transpired.

“Actually, let me help you,” I replied.

So I moved around the table, pulled her shirt tail out of her pants, caressing her soft skin as I moved my hands under the blouse to her bra clasp. I removed the suffocating garment and then watched as she deftly removed her arms from the straps and let the bra fall to our feet.

“Oh, I just knew I’d find a taker in this office! I’m so glad I stepped through your door.”

She then said, “I think you’ll enjoy the next portfolio, it contains my masterpieces.”

I moved back around the table, not wanting to take my eyes off her nearly naked torso, but not wanting to be a complete pig.

“What is your masterpiece?” I asked politely, raising my eyes only enough to catch hers but not enough to completely lose sight of her breasts.

“When I really want to enjoy art, I get completely naked and use my body as the brush. I think you’ll enjoy the results.”

She pulled out piece after piece, watching my reaction to each new canvass. To be honest, I found it hard to concentrate on the paintings. I was imagining how those beautiful breasts, now visible not only to me but everyone walking past the boardroom, could create such fantastic art.

There were pieces where you could tell the nipples had been the point of contact with the canvas. There were times it was her stomach, her elbow, even her pussy. The impressions were fantastic. This was no longer landscapes, animals or historic properties; these were abstract paintings showing the emotions and physical characteristics of the artist. An art enthusiast could really find themselves lost in these pieces.

But my mind kept wandering . . . where would this presentation lead?

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