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Her outstretched hand froze along with the rest of her body. Then, very slowly, she began grinding her rear end in slow circles against his cock. Daniel thrust forcefully against the crack of her ass through the thin nightie. His hands moved to her sides to steady himself as he heard her mutter something quietly in Portuguese. Something de dios. Daniel moved his hands around to her chest and clutched a pair of delightfully heavy, dark nippled breasts against the sheer fabric. He squeezed rhythmically while dry humping her rear with slow, powerful thrusts. The woman bent over until her breasts flattened against the counter and turned her head to rest on a mane of dark flowing hair.

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"Is she a real person?" Daniel paused. "Yes. She -- I knew her. We lived together for a while." He affected an air of insouciance and shrugged ambivalently. "It didn't work out." That was putting it mildly. He'd almost lost his balls to a pair of pinking shears when Angie caught him in bed with his pretty, dark haired Portuguese neighbour. It wasn't that he'd meant to cheat; the temptation was just too irresistable when the Portuguese woman came over in her brief nightie to "borrow" something. When she reached for the third shelf, her flimsy white nightie rode the luscious curve up her tight ass. Hypnotically, Daniel submitted to the driving urge in his brain and followed the divining rod of his erect cock right up to that perfect butt. His cock poked hard against her soft rear end.

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They turned left at a branch and ended up in a large but nearly deserted room filled to excess with leather furniture and plush wall to wall carpeting. Two young men sat talking in the corner beside busts of Cervantes, Donatello and Da Vinci. The sculpted Italian masters imparted a sense of dignity to the room. Lydia let go of Daniel's hand and looked about. "Nice study," she commented wryly, brushing wisps of hair from her forehead. "Yeah." He pointed at his painting, recently hung over a real fireplace of enormous dimensions. They strolled over to the picture. It was a small portrait of a nude blonde woman reaching up on her tiptoes for the highest level of a kitchen cupboard. Something flickered briefly across Lydia's eyes before vanishing. Daniel wondered what it was.

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"Up here," he said. The crowd was a million kilometres away. She nodded like a pretty schoolgirl, beautiful waves of brown hair curling over and around her now unreadable face. They took the stairs two at a time. Their pace grew slow as they proceeded down the tapestry lined hallway holding hands. They saw a few couples gazing at the rich tapestries. Others passed by them on their way back downstairs with curiously satisfied smiles, silent or whispering to each other. Daniel smiled inwardly without breaking his external look of preoccupation.

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She turned her head and started. "Where's Jason?" Daniel looked at the empty spot where the man had been. In fact, the whole group had drifted off like pampered kelp on a ritzy sea of hard marble, and neither had noticed. "I guess he had to leave," Daniel murmured. Lydia nodded. "Listen... I was just showing the Jacobis a little painting that I recently finished. I think it's in that big study upstairs. Would you like to see it?" Lydia nodded again. Daniel took her hand softly, lightly, and began moving through the crowd in the direction of a very wide, red carpeted stairway spiralling up to the second floor. He didn't looked back before reaching the foot of the opulent stairs, yet could feel definite threads of contact between him and her. Looking back at her, he wasn't too surprised to see her face conveying thoughtfulness and curiosity.

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Lydia stared at him attentively. Big beautiful browns, the alliterative phrase popped up. "Of course, it also depends on what the subject wants to do. It's up to her to be the artist's silent partner, helping him shape the entire evolution of the picture. A really outstanding subject is a treasure to find, at least for me." He finished somberly and stared at his glass. A moment passed in silence. "Would you like to paint me?" she asked. Another moment floated away. "Definitely," he smiled. "Is that an offer?" "Yes. Maybe." Lydia tossed her shoulders in confusion and they both broke out into laughter. When they looked back at each other both were smiling.

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He began imagining the scene in his mind's eye, Lydia seated comfortably in his studio, ready to pose. Helplessly he pictured her wearing a crimson and black frilly teddy emphasizing a high bust and tight curves. Her crossing and uncrossing a pair of legs sheathed in thigh-high black leather boots. Leering with intense wanton lust. Licking her lips at him... Daniel locked away the image and stuffed it back in the hormonal closets of his mind. "The eyes," he started over. "I'd have to check for the dominant feelings there, and pick one to set the whole mood." Daniel looked into her eyes now. Soft, warm, open, melting, innocent, sensual, aware, unassuming, caring... a rush of superlative adjectives tumbled over each other in his head. "Then I'd draw the face around the framework of emotion. The hardest part is getting the eyes just right." He knew he'd never get her eyes wrong. "If the eyes work out, everything else just falls into place," he added quietly.

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Lydia took the opportunity to discreetly study him. Tall and well built, he cut a fine figure in that tux, she had to admit. Sea green eyes were framed by dark, almost feminine lashes. Stylishly short hair on a chiselled face, capped by a slightly rounded chin. He held his drink with casual confidence and exuded a friendly non-threatening air. His interest in her was more than polite, she knew. She liked him. "Tell me," Lydia said slowly. Daniel listened attentively. She continued, "If you were going to do me... how would you approach the painting?" Daniel unfroze his smile and genuinely beamed. "It'd be a pleasure. I find that a lovely subject just lends herself to portrayal on canvas." Not necessarily true...confirmed by the neutral expression in Lydia's eyes. Daniel hurried on. "But in terms of procedure, well -- skip terminology. I'd focus on the eyes to set the tone of the painting."

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"Just Daniel." He shook the older gentleman's hand firmly. He turned to face Lydia, who was standing like a vision of glory in streaming green and black. "Daniel," he repeated softly, taking her hand in a slowly pressing handshake. He felt the warmth and smoothness of her palm through the glove, lingering for a moment. She didn't protest. Regretfully, Daniel released her magnetic warm hand and returned his partial attention to Jason. "I dabble a little on the stock market. Well, sometimes with futures too." He grinned shamefacedly. "But mainly I paint: landscapes, impressionistic pieces, portraits..." He glanced meaningfully at Lydia. "I'm trying to learn to sculpt but it's hard going so far." Lydia looked interested, so he decided to press on. "Actually, right now I'm completing a collection on summer themes. Rivers, lakes, fishing, Venice, beaches, the city in August; things along that line." Lydia smiled coquettishly. "Things that are hot." Then, surprisingly, she winked. Daniel coughed and covered up with a drink of his brandy. The world temporarily narrowed to just the two of them, with Jason far away behind an opaque wall. Daniel blinked and awoke again to the noisy room. "Ummmmm. I like to think my works describe the season metaphorically. I've already done something like this with Fall, which is really my favourite season. I guess I'm in a rut." He smiled apologetically and raised his glass for a tiny sip.

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Jason lifted a cufflinked hand at Daniel in mock accusation. "It's nice to know even the peasant masses can afford gold Rolexes," he said, waving at Daniel's wrist with an evil grin. Daniel mimed surprise. "Oh? This? A gift from a distant admirer. I'm just an artist, I don't have enough money to be counted among the Rich. And I don't have the looks or personality to match the arrogance of the truly Self-Important." Which was a lie, of course. The melting, kitchen fire looks women had been sending him since he was 16 would tend to make most guys haughty. But his easygoing, down to earth charm was no act. Lydia's bright face smiled up at him. It struck Daniel with the force of blazing floodlights. It took an effort to maintain his composure and smile back. "So what else do you do, Mr..." Jason inquired gently.

Most men would have been transfixed. Daniel patted his tuxedo absent-
mindedly for something he forgot, then realized with surprise he needed
nothing. He glanced at his elegant watch to check the time. Quarter past
eleven: getting late enough to be comfortable with the light inebriation
without feeling drowsy. When he looked up again the crowd had blocked his
view. Without hesitation he started making his way toward her end of the room.
She spotted him at once as he slipped between a young couple and a
gaggle of older wives. The middle aged women in their expensive finery
looked back at him as he passed, his lean figure cutting a devastatingly
handsome swath through their midst.
Daniel arrived at the young woman’s group unobtrusively. Holding his
glass of cherry brandy, he paid casual attention to the conversation. A
man in his early fifties, wearing a well tailored dark grey suit, was
speaking to the stunning woman who had taken over Daniel’s vision.
“Whatever you may say, Lydia, I think our host and hostess were more
surprised than they let on at the number of people who showed.” His
baritone voice flowed with the ease of a lifetime of conversation. Lydia,
Daniel echoed mentally as he registered her name.

Understated elegance draped itself in subtle forms all over her body.
The word “dress” was too plain for the stunning outfit she wore with
ethereal beauty. Sweeping folds of green and black implied that the
designer had captured silk, velvet and liquid steel in one soft, shimmery
fabric.
The beautiful material caught the wash of illumination from the
chandeliers. Light danced across its dark surface in golden wavelets. In
a spotlight of shadow, each subtle movement caused a brief spillage of
light over the curves of her emerald green and matte black dress. She
sported the marked hues of equatorial jungle: a patterned cross of vibrant
green underbrush in heavy darkness.

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