Hot sketching

"Emily nervously fiddles with her oversized sleeves as she walks through the campus park, hoping to find .leeams. Her large glasses slip down her nose, and she pushes them back up with a trembling hand. She sees .leeams sitting under a tree, lost in thought, and her heart leaps into her throat. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Emily approaches."

"H-hey, .leeams," "she says softly, not quite meeting their eyes." "I know this is, um, really forward of me but, I was wondering...if maybe you'd be willing to h-help me with a project?" "She tucks a lock of long black hair shyly behind her ear." "It's f-for my painting class. I need a n-nude model, and, well...you have a really nice f-form. I was hoping y-you'd let me capture your likeness on canvas...if you're not too b-busy, of course!" "Her cheeks burn a bright pink as she finally peers up at them through her lashes." "Only if y-you want to, I mean. N-no pressure!"

"Emily's face lights up with relief and gratitude as she hears .leeams's response." "Th-thank you so much!" "she exclaims, her voice excited despite her continued nervousness." "This means the world to me! I promise I'll make it worth your while. We can do the session in my studio if that's more comfortable for you, and I'll even pay you a little something for your time. And, uh, don't worry, I won't make you do anything too uncomfortable or weird." "She lets out a nervous giggle." "I'm...I'm just really grateful you're willing to help me out! Thank you again so much!"

"Emily's cheeks are flushed with excitement and nervousness as .leeams enters her studio." "Ah, yes, let me just set up the easel and the canvas," "she murmurs, heading over to a corner where she has her painting supplies arranged." "As for your pose...well, I was thinking maybe something like the David statue?" "she suggests tentatively, her voice a bit breathy." "You know, standing tall and proud, with one hand resting on your hip? It's a classic pose that would really showcase your form."

"As .leeams begins to unbutton his shirt, Emily's gaze flickers downwards, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of his scars and muscular build. She clears her throat nervously and tries to focus on setting up her supplies, but she can feel a flush creeping up her neck."

"Oh, nonono, don't worry!" "Emily says quickly, her hands fluttering nervously." "I mean, I'm not a professional either. We're both just artists trying to capture something beautiful on canvas." "She gulps and looks away as .leeams begins to undress, feeling a jolt of arousal at the sight of his muscular body revealed in front of her."

"Um, so just stand over there," "she says, gesturing toward a spot on the floor." "And, uh...get comfortable. It's important that you're relaxed and at ease." "She takes a deep breath and tries to steady her nerves, her eyes flickering over .leeams's body." "Maybe turn a little bit to the right? Ye-yeah, that's perfect."

"Emily tries not to look at .leeams's erect member, but she can feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she takes in his form. She bites her lip nervously, trying to keep her focus on her painting instead of her arousal."

"It's okay," "she says softly, a slight tremble in her voice." "I mean, it's natural. And if it helps, t-try not to think about it too much. Just...relax and breathe." "She swallows hard and picks up her paintbrush, trying to channel her nervous energy into her artwork." "You're doing great, by the way. You have a really incredible form."

"Emily sees that .leeams seems to be relaxing into the pose, and she's grateful for that. She can tell he's still a bit shy and self-conscious, but she's also picking up on an underlying confidence and strength that belies his vulnerable exterior."

"You're welcome," "she says softly, her attention focused on the canvas as she begins to paint. She clocks in all the fine details of his muscular form, taking care to capture the curves and shadows of his body."

"You know, .leeams, there's something really beautiful about the human form," "she muses, her voice tinged with wonder." "The way that shadows and light play across muscle and bone...it's like a kind of magic." "She glances up at him, then back down at her canvas."

"Exactly!" "Emily seems to light up at the notion." "You're so right, .leeams. There's a kind of symmetry to our bodies that's both mysterious and mesmerizing. I think that's why art has always drawn from the human form--it's just so inherently beautiful."

"She continues to paint, getting lost in the shadows and highlights of .leeams's form. Her gaze flickers over his erect member, but she tries not to let it distract her too much."

"It's strange," "she says after a moment, her voice quieter now." "I know this is just for my class project, but seeing you like this...it's making me feel things. Things I didn't know I was capable of feeling." "She bites her lip hesitantly, unsure if she's revealing too much."

"I don't know," "Emily says softly, keeping her gaze fixed on her canvas." "I think it's just the way that your body looks. It's like...the way that everything fits together just draws me in."

"She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words."

"And maybe it's something else too. Like, there's just something really intimate about this whole experience. You know? Being so vulnerable and exposed like this...it's like we're sharing something, even though we don't know each other that well."

"She takes a deep breath, then picks up her paintbrush again, trying to keep her focus on her art."

"Emily can feel her heart rate quicken at .leeams's words, and she can't help but feel a spark of attraction that runs up her spine."

"I know what you mean," "she says quietly, glancing up at him." "It's like...even though we don't know each other that well, there's still something between us. Something that feels..." "she trails off, unable to put into words what she's feeling."

"Suddenly feeling emboldened, she sets down her paintbrush and stands up, taking a step closer to .leeams." "Would you mind if I touched you?" "she asks softly, her eyes locked onto his." "I just want to feel your skin under my fingers."

"Emily blushes at .leeams's response, but somehow his words don't catch her off-guard. It is as if she can read him, and the way he speaks only adds to the existing spark of attraction between them."

"Thank you," "she says softly, then reaches out to touch .leeams's chest. Her fingers brush over the muscles there, making her pulse race. She moves her hand down to his abs, then lower still, down to his erect cock. She wraps her hand around it, feeling its warmth in her palm."

"It's beautiful," "she murmurs, watching as .leeams's chest rises and falls with each breath." "You're beautiful."

"T-thank you," "Emily stammers, blushing harder at .leeams's words and his gentle touch on her cheek." "But I think you're wrong. You're so...striking. So commanding. The way that your body moves, the way that you hold yourself...it's like you're in complete control of everything."

"She strokes his cock a little more firmly now, feeling the texture of it between her fingers. She watches with fascination as it twitches under her touch, and she can feel her own arousal building inside her."

"Can we...can we do more?" "she asks hoarsely, desperately wanting to take things further." "I want to see every inch of your body, to explore it and feel it all over me."

"Emily takes a step closer to .leeams, her hand still wrapped tightly around his cock. She can feel his warmth radiating against her skin, and she can sense the heat building between them."

"Actually," "she says in a low voice, her breath hot against his ear," "I was hoping we could do more intimate poses." "She releases him with a final squeeze, taking a step back to retrieve her painting supplies." "It's just that...I'm really drawn to you, .leeams. And I think if we could be together like that, it would really bring out something special in the painting."

"Emily turns back to face .leeams, her eyes dark with desire." "So what do you say? Are you willing to explore this with me?"

"Okay then," "Emily says, a sly smile crossing her face. She walks over to .leeams and takes his hand, guiding him to the grassy spot beneath a nearby tree." "Let's get started."

"She sets up her easel and canvas, then gestures for .leeams to take a seat." "I want you to stretch out on your back," "she says softly." "Fine tune your pose until you are absolutely comfortable."

"As .leeams settles into the pose, Emily takes a moment to appreciate the sight before her. His scars are so fascinatingly beautiful that she wants to capture every one of them in her painting. She loves the way that they seem to tell a story about him, and she finds herself wanting to know more."

"Emily's eyes linger on his cock for a moment, admiring the way it stands stiff and proud. But she doesn't want to focus too much on it - she wants to capture the whole of .leeams, not just his sexuality."

"Instead, she begins to study his body from head to toe, taking in every detail. She watches the play of light on his muscles, the way that his scars twist and turn across his flesh. Her own body is humming with anticipation as she paints, and she can feel the desire for him building inside her."

"As she works on the painting, Emily gets an idea." ".leeams, I'd love to try something a little more...intimate. Could you sit up and rest your back against the tree trunk?"

"Can you spread your legs a bit?" "Emily asks, her eyes locked onto .leeams's." "And maybe put one hand on your chest, like you're touching yourself."

"Emily finishes sketching the details, and she steps back to admire the composition. .leeams looks absolutely stunning propped up against the tree, his wide chest and muscular thighs on full display. She can't help but feel churned up by the sight of him, the way that he so willingly exposes himself to her."

"Just hold that pose," "she murmurs, returning to her painting supplies to work on capturing the image before them."

"Emily grins as she sees .leeams following her instructions to the letter, his body open and vulnerable before her."

"That's perfect," "she murmurs, her voice low and breathy with arousal. She walks over to .leeams, her heart racing in her chest." "You look so amazing like this," "she says, her gaze locked on his crotch."

"Without another word, she starts circling .leeams, studying him from every angle. She makes small changes and nudges, tweaking his position until she's happy with it. Meanwhile, her own body is trembling with desire, and she can't help but keep glancing down at his exposed genitals."

".leeams, would you be willing to touch yourself for me?" "she murmurs softly, her eyes glued to his cock."

"Emily watches with rapt fascination as .leeams's hand closes around his shaft, working slowly up and down the length of it. She imagines how it must feel, the way that his skin would be warm and soft under her own gentle touch. She bites her lip, trying to suppress a moan."

"That's it," "she whispers, taking a step closer so she can see his expression and the movements of his body in greater detail." "That looks so good, .leeams. Can you go a little faster...?"

"Emily feels a flush of heat spreading through her own body as she watches .leeams ramping up his pace. The sight of him stroking himself so intently, his muscles pumping and flexing under his skin, is almost too much for her to handle. She takes a deep breath, trying to clear her head."

"God, that's amazing," "she breathes, her voice barely audible over the sound of .leeams's rapid breathing." "You look so...fucking hot like that, .leeams. I can't get over it."

As she continues to watch, Emily allows her eyes to roam freely over .leeams's exposed form. She takes in every inch of him, from the way his veins are standing up on his cock to the heavy folds of his balls. It's all so taboo and forbidden.*

"Emily nods, her gaze locked on his cock and the way .leeams's hand is moving faster and more frantically by the second. She can see the precum oozing out of his tip and her mouth waters."

"That's okay," "she murmurs soothingly." "You're doing so well, .leeams. I'd love to watch you cum. Don't hold it back on my account."

"She takes a step closer, her body shivering as she watches him closely, then reaches out with a shaking hand to trail her fingertips along the base of his balls. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity through her body, and she bites her lip to hold back a moan of delight."

"Emily's heart races as .leeams looks into her eyes and makes his request. She chews nervously on her bottom lip, but then takes a deep breath and nods in agreement."

"Of course, I can do that for you, .leeams," "she says softly." "You're getting so close now...are you going to give me a show?"

"She moves closer still, her lips only inches away from his cock, her breath hot on his skin." "I want to see you come apart for me," "she adds breathily, her voice vibrating with excitement."

"Emily watches with rapt attention as .leeams increases the intensity of his strokes, his breathing becoming more ragged. When he directs his cock towards her face, she feels a thrill of excitement race up her spine. She can't believe how turned on she is by this whole situation."

"Oh god, you're so close," "she gasps, her eyes locked on his cock." "Cum for me, .leeams! I want to feel your hot cum all over my face."

"She leans forward, opening her mouth in anticipation as she waits for him to reach his peak. The air is thick with the smell of sex and musk, and Emily feels more alive than she has in months."

"Emily watches as .leeams finally reaches his peak, his body shaking as his cock begins to spew hot cum all over her face. She feels it hit her cheeks, chin, and even her glasses, the warmth of it sending an electric shock through her body. She can't help but let out a low moan of pleasure at the sensation, reveling in the taboo nature of what they're doing."

"Yes, yes," "she whispers encouragingly as he continues to release his load." "Give it all to me, .leeams. You feel so good."

"When he's finally finished, Emily pulls back and looks up at him, her face covered in cum. She licks her lips, savoring the taste, then leans in and runs her tongue along the length of his cock before looking up at him with a wicked grin."

"Emily giggles softly, feeling a heat spread throughout her body at .leeams's words."

"I'm so glad you think so," "she says with a smile, licking her lips to taste the remnants of his cum." "It was a...messy experience, but I can't say I'm not enjoying it."

"She stands up slowly, wiping off her face with a tissue and stepping back from .leeams. She feels a sense of sadness and longing, knowing that this encounter will soon come to an end."

"What happens now, .leeams?" "she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper." "Are you...done with me?"

"Emily's heart skips a beat as .leeams reveals his true feelings. She had been so caught up in the heat of the moment that she hadn't even considered the possibility that he might have genuine feelings for her. She takes a step forward, looking up at him with curiosity and a hint of hope."

"I had no idea, .leeams," "she says softly, her voice full of emotion." "I...I had a feeling, but I didn't want to assume anything. I like you too, more than I ever thought I would."

"She reaches out, tentatively placing a hand on his arm." "What do we do now?" "she asks, feeling a sense of nervousness creep up inside her." "Do we...see each other again?"

"Emily nods, smiling at .leeams as he begins to dress up."

"Yes, I have the sketches," "she confirms, reaching into her bag and pulling out a small notebook." "I can show them to you if you like. I think they turned out really well."

"She flips through the pages of the notebook, showing off various drawings of .leeams in different poses." "I tried to capture the purity of your form, the way you seem to glow on the canvas," "she adds, a touch of pride in her voice." "I hope you like them."

"Emily blushes fiercely, taking the notebook back and tucking it safely into her bag."

"I'm sorry, .leeams," "she says in a soft voice." "I...I couldn't help myself. You were so beautiful in that moment, so vulnerable and full of emotion. I had to capture it."

"She fidgets nervously, biting her lip as she continues." "I understand if you're upset with me. I went too far, and I...I shouldn't have done it without your permission."

"She looks up at .leeams, her eyes full of genuine concern." "Is...is everything okay? Did I go too far?"

"Emily smiles shyly at .leeams, feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders."

"I'm glad you're not upset," "she says softly." "And you're right, the sketch will always remind me of that moment. But it's not just the sketch that I find compelling, it's you. The way you move, the way you breathe, the way you feel...those are all things that no sketch could ever capture. You're more than just a beautiful form on paper, .leeams. You're a living, breathing human being who makes my heart race with excitement every time I'm around you."

"She takes a deep breath, summoning up her courage." "I know this is going to sound crazy, but...would you be interested in going on a date with me? Like, a real date.

"Emily grins, feeling a warmth spreading through her chest. She can't believe that .leeams agreed to go on a date with her, and she feels giddy with excitement."

"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way," "she says, still smiling." "How about we go out for dinner tomorrow night? There's a new Italian place that just opened up down the street from my apartment. They've got great reviews, and I've been dying to try it."

"She nods to herself, feeling pleased with her suggestion." "I'll pick you up at seven. Does that work for you?"