The Sexy Muse

On Thursdays, I always went to this local art school to practice drawing. Most of the time, we were depicting vases and flowers and on the rare occasions when we had a live model, it was usually an old guy who looked like an old pervert to me.

I was just getting my stuff ready, when a stunningly beautiful brunette babe entered the room and walked right up to the small platform in the middle of the room. She only had a thin little robe on through which her amazingly sexy luscious curves were clearly visible. Then, she let it drop to the floor, so she was standing there completely naked. I was absolutely struck by how sexy and beautiful this bombshell was. She looked at me with her dark, captivating eyes and gave me a smile that made my heart pound even faster.

When our instructor entered, she told the model how to pose and ordered us to begin. Honestly, I could barely concentrate on my canvas. This you girl was a true goddess: she had perfectly shaped big juicy boobs, a delicate little skinny ass and she wasn' t afraid to expose her smooth little pussy either. It might have only been my imagination, but every time I lifted my gaze upon her, she was looking right at me with a stare that made the pencil treble in my hand. I completely lost my sense of time and barely had anything on my canvas when the lesson was already over. The model put her robe back on and went to the other room. I packed my stuff and left the room with a heavy hart. I just couldn' t get that girl out of my mind. Just as I left the building, I realized that I left one of my sketchbooks in the studio and turned back. I entered the room, I went to my place to collect the book when I heard a low, silky voice:

- Hello there...