Louise was looking for inspiration, her husband’s birthday was approaching, and she was searching for a special gift. She had booked a table at a restaurant they both liked but still needed to find that special item.
After enjoying a long soak in the bath, Louise wrapped herself in a towel and entered the bedroom. She fired up her laptop and began searching for ideas.
The search proved fruitless, he didn’t need any more golf clubs, and Louise couldn’t determine why some men wanted bicycles that cost as much as their cars.
She was just about to shut down her laptop when she spotted the “private” folder on the screen. It had an anonymous name, but Louise knew what was in it.
The folder contained intimate private photographs. They ranged from flirty ones where she was flashing her tits while on holiday as well as far more explicit photographs taken by her husband. The folder also contained some videos that The Fox had sent her of them fucking when they had first met. Louise noticed a video she had not seen before and clicked on the icon. It was a short video of her and Irena in this bed, they were both naked and enjoying a passionate sixty-nine session. It was no wonder that she hadn’t noticed her husband filming them.
Louise wondered about sitting for a professional photographer for a boudoir-type shot but as there were plenty of high-quality erotic shots in this folder, she didn’t see that it would be any different.
Louise watched the video of her and Irena once more, it got her in the mood, and she was quite tempted to masturbate but decided to be disciplined and went downstairs. While she was clearing up, she came across a magazine that had published an article about a local artist. He specialised in black & white sketches, and they were very good. Louise looked him up on the internet and saw that he was based just outside Wetherby. She also noticed that on the portfolio of his website, he had included a few nudes. An idea began to form in Louise’s mind.
As she was leaving work the following day, Louise rang the artist to chat about her idea and check his availability. When his phone rang, he said he was on a train coming back from London. He asked if he could call her back when he arrived at Leeds Station in a few minutes. Louise said she could do better than that and asked if he would like to meet in person at the pub opposite the station because that was where she was.
The artist was called Graeme Martin, and he looked exactly like his picture in the magazine. He was older than Louise, probably in his mid to late sixties. Louise was immediately taken by his soft Northern Irish accent.
Louise laid out her idea and Graeme immediately said he could do what she wanted. He carefully explained his working conditions when he was commissioned to draw a nude. He would ask Louise to sign a consent form, and they would both have a copy of it. He explained that he first photographed his models and then worked from the photographs. To further put Louise’s mind at rest he asked her to provide a memory card for his camera and he guaranteed to return it to her as soon as he was done with the photographs. He gave his word that no copies would be made. Louise was reassured by his straight-up honesty. She liked and trusted him. They made an appointment for the following Saturday at his studio near Wetherby. Graeme asked her to make sure that she was happy with her hair on the day of the sitting, it just made everything so much easier.
On the morning of the sitting, Louise woke earlier than she had hoped but still felt rested. She didn’t want to wake her husband even though she felt aroused. She quietly masturbated herself to a satisfying climax and then headed for the shower.
After her shower, she fixed her hair and did her make-up. There was no denying it, she thought to herself as she looked in the mirror. She looked dammed good.
Louise drove to Graeme’s house and found that he had converted the garage into a studio.
It was warm and well-lit from lights and Velux windows in the roof space. After they had dispensed with the formalities, Graeme asked Louise if she was ready. She was.
Louise stripped naked and stood in the middle of the room opposite a plain backdrop. Graeme went to work immediately working from a distance with a short telephoto lens. He walked around Louise and asked her to turn and pose several times. Louise relaxed in his company and enjoyed the sensation of being photographed naked. More than once she caught sight of herself in a mirror on the wall. Her renewed efforts in the gym were paying off. Louise made sure to pose in such a way that Graeme got a good view of her large tits, shapely bum and smooth pussy. After fifteen minutes he had all that he needed. He said Louise could get dressed and then offered her a coffee.
They sat drinking their coffee and the conversation was easy. Graeme explained tangentially that he knew he could never go back to Northern Ireland but could not explain why. Louise knew better than to ask. He had made Yorkshire his home and had been here for nearly twenty years. He now considered it home, although he never lost his accent. Louise told him of her young Ukrainian friend who like him knew that she would probably never see her home again.
Graeme explained the kind of work he did and how he managed to make a living. Drawing people’s dogs was surprisingly lucrative and it meant fewer trips to London, so he was happy to take the work. He told Louise that she was not the first woman of her age to commission a nude drawing from him and nearly all were happy with what he had produced. He also explained had taken a few commissions from men and they both laughed when he told Louise that almost everyone had asked to be “enhanced”
Graeme said that what he wanted to do was a set of drawings of local sporting heroes but that finding a sponsor was exceptionally difficult. He had approached the people he had in mind, and they were all up for it, but he couldn’t afford to do it for free.
Louise explained that she worked for Sir Nigel Wintersgill, a proud Yorkshireman and a mad keen sportsman. She asked Graeme to outline his pitch in an email and she said she would ask Sir Nigel about the idea the following week.
Louise returned home to an empty house; she was still aroused after posing naked. She headed upstairs and stripped off: once again admiring herself in the mirror. She then lay on the bed, parted her legs and began to touch herself with her Rabbit vibrator. While she was masturbating her demons paid her a visit.
Louise got up, still naked, and made a video call to her husband on her iPhone. She knew he would be in the pub with his mates and hoped that some of them would see his phone. She was trying to provoke him into giving her a spanking when he got home.
When she got back to bed, she was considerably wetter, so she fucked herself to a noisy climax with her Rabbit.
On the Thursday of the following week, Louise returned home to find a parcel hidden behind the flowerpot by her front door. She took it inside with her and unwrapped it. It was a picture carefully wrapped in protective bubble wrap.
Graeme had decided to paint Louise facing away from him. The likeness was uncanny. She was looking over her shoulder with a warm smile and radiant eyes. The long sweep of her back, firm bum and long legs were perfectly highlighted in the drawing. Louise remembered that when she was posing for Graeme, she had relaxed one leg just slightly. This subtle movement had allowed her to emphasise the curvature of her bum. Graeme had captured that movement perfectly. It was exactly what she wanted, erotic and suggestive without being pornographic.
Louise turned the picture over and true to his word Graeme had taped her memory card to the back of it. There was also a memory stick. Louise put it into her laptop. It contained some rough sketches of her in different poses, but none were as good as the one Graeme had chosen.
The following week Sir Nigel called Louise into his office. The maintenance man was just finishing hanging some pictures. Louise recognised Graeme’s style at once. Adorning Sir Nigel’s wall were stunning new portraits of Jessica Ennis, Nicola Adams, and the late Rob Burrow.
Sir Nigel explained that he had liked the artist immediately when he phoned him after reading his email pitch. Sir Nigel had then invited Graeme to lunch, and they enjoyed a spirited conversation about the state of sport in Yorkshire. Sir Nigel was impressed with Graeme’s knowledge of his adopted home and the fact that he wasn’t in the least bit intimidated by him. Sir Nigel commissioned Graeme to paint ten portraits on the spot.
Louise did mention that perhaps they should hang the portraits in the lobby of the building rather than be hidden away up here. Sir Nigel thought for a minute but then saw that of course, Louise was right. That is why she was one of his trusted lieutenants. He asked his secretary to get the maintenance man back before he left the building.
Everybody was a winner this time.
