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Enthralled (FF, mc)
Copyright, 1996. By Allan Price.
Comments to Allan.Price@library.anu.edu.au
Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language
and explicit sexual situations and is NOT intended for
minors. If you are a minor or offended by sexual
material, do not continue reading.
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Michelle had just finished a sculpture of an eagle.
She went for a stroll, soaking up the late morning
sunshine. A dark haired woman in a long skirt walked
past. The sculptress watched her, enthralled. The
stranger went to a bus stop. Something about her
stirred feelings in Michelle. At noon, the woman's bus
arrived. Michelle went home and began sketching.
She imagined talking to this woman, telling her about
sculpting. Daydreamed she persuaded her to model for
her next sculpture. The beauty might remove her skirt,
then pose in the light by the window. Michelle would
caress her with her eyes, and sketch her smooth curves.
"Could you turn that way?" Her model might stand for a
while, her back to Michelle. Then, while the
sculptress was looking at her pad, the woman might
start to unbutton her shirt. When Michelle looked up,
she would shrug and smile. While Michelle watched, she
would coyly remove her shirt and stockings. Then turn
to face Michelle, one hand on her hip. Michelle would
start a new sketch. She would draw the chestnut
tressed vision before her, without her underwear.
Suddenly returning to reality, Michelle looked at her
pad. She was embarrassed by the drawing she'd just
done and tore the page from her pad. She started
sketching the woman lounging in a chair, wearing an
evening gown. One of her legs was sticking from a slit
in the gown, and over the arm of the chair. She put the
first drawing away, in her bedroom.
The statue was taking shape by late the next morning.
Michelle had moved her work table to where she could
see the bus stop. She was making a miniature ceramic
armchair. Her inspiration walked past. Today she wore
a t-shirt and shorts. Her legs were more beautiful
than Michelle had really expected.
When the bus took her away, the sculptress began
fashioning new legs for her art work. Their shape was
based in reality, not imagination.
While moulding the clay, Michelle found herself
wondering how the woman's flesh would feel under her
fingers. She was sure it was like pale brown silk. She
wondered about this woman. What did she do? Where did
the bus take her each noon? Maybe she was an artist, or
photographer. She might ask Michelle to pose for her.
That night, she dreamed the woman did ask. Michelle
smiled, but didn't immediately agree. "I would feel
weird, if you were dressed!" The sensual woman smiled.
Silently they disrobed, like mirror images. Each
relished the other's body as it was slowly exposed.
They appreciated each other as works of art, and as
desirable females. Later they touched, running fingers
through each other's hair. Michelle's fingers caressed
silk, both auburn and pale pink. Soon, their lips meet
in a passionate kiss. Then their tongues reached out
and touched. The stranger was first to end the kiss.
Michelle was briefly upset, as the other moved away.
Smiling, she leaned back and kissed Michelle's cheek,
then her neck. Soon, her lips moved down her throat to
her collar bone, and down to the swellings of her
breasts. Michelle stroked the other woman's hair,
running her hand down across the chestnut silk, to the
brown skin below.
The other woman stroked Michelle's thigh with her free
hand, running her fingers delicately across the bare
skin. As her lips moved down to Michelle's left
nipple, her finger stroked the black haired pussy,
feelings her moisture. Sucking the nipple into herself,
she pressed her fingers between Michelle's outer lips.
Michelle stroked her lover's lower back with one hand,
and her untouched nipple with the other. As the
second finger was thrust into her, Michelle's body
collapsed in fits of pure pleasure.
The next day, Michelle worked looking out at her model.
Today the beautiful stranger was wearing a thin cotton
dress. When the wind blew, it pressed against her
body, revealing every curve and contour. Michelle
could make out her bra and panties. She reworked the
sculpture. She kept the head, legs and chair, but
fashioned a torso. The sculptress crafted a statue of
the woman, sprawled naked on the arm chair. One leg
was hung over the arm, leaving her invitingly open.
Her new work was based on both reality and her dream.
Strangely, the next dream started with Michelle in the
clay chair. Like her statue, she was naked and open.
The stranger was standing before her, full clothed,
wearing the dress from that day. "Do you dislike my
dress?" Her voice sounded worried. As if she'd be
deeply hurt if Michelle disliked this particular
garment. Michelle was unsure how to answer. "I'd
rather you were naked." With a smile, the other woman
unbuttoned her dress. Slowly, she slipped it from her
shoulders and let it gently down her arms. Just as
seductively, she stripped off her bra, and then her
panties. By this time, Michelle could smell as well as
feel her wetness. The other woman smiled a question,
and Michelle nodded. Her lover walked over, and knelt
before the chair. She spread Michelle's outer lips
with one hand, and gently licked her slit, starting at
the bottom near her anus, and moving up to suck on her
clit.
After a minute, the other woman put both hands on
Michelle's taunt nipples, and buried her face in her
crotch. The pointed tongue thrust deep into her,
caressing places never before touched. Again,
Michelle's body was shaken by undreamt of pleasure.
She flooded her lover's mouth. The chestnut beauty
drank it with pleasure, and kept licking until it
happened again. When she recovered, Michelle stood.
She asked her lover to sit in the chair. The woman
smiled, and went to speak.....
Michelle woke, her hands on her bare damp crotch. Her
nightie was bunched up around her chest.
Then later that morning, she saw the woman walk past
again. "Here is where we separate the fools from the
cowards!" Michelle drained her coffee. She dashed out
the door and intercepted the beautiful stranger.
The End
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If you enjoyed this story, let me know. I like
feedback.
Allan Price
Allan.Price@library.anu.edu.au
or 38 Waramanga Place
Waramanga Act 2611
Australia