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  “Okay, well, I guess I should be going to make sure I arrive on time to meet Sarah. Thanks for meeting me here and helping me find something sexy to wear.”

  “No problem, that’s what best friends are for. Make sure you call me tonight after your date so I can see how it went.”

  On the way home, Miranda imagines what tonight has in store for her. High hopes of chemistry and companionship consume her mind. Finally arriving at home, she makes her way to the shower. The water beats down on her head as she gently lathers her body, secretly hoping to get lucky tonight. After washing her hair, shaving and rinsing off, she grabs her towel to dry off. “Hmm,” she says as she lotions her body, “I wonder what I did with my sexiest pair of panties? Oh, here they are with the tags still attached.” She grabs the scissors and cuts them off. She throws her brand new panties in the wash on the quickest cycle possible.

  She makes her way to the bathroom and begins to blow dry her shoulder-length hair. Looking in the mirror, she is critical of herself. Feeling a little shy about the blind date has made her anxious. She asks herself the question, “Am I someone she will find attractive?” She attempts to push those feelings aside as she continues to get ready.

  Completely dressed, she takes a final look at herself in the full-length mirror. She observes her long, slender legs and small, perky breasts that barely poke through her shirt. Checking her cell phone for the time, she realizes that she has about a half an hour before she meets this perfect stranger.

  Making her way across the house, she takes one last glance to make sure her home is nice and clean. “Perfect,” she says to herself as she grabs a bottle of cold water out of the fridge. Grabbing her purse, she makes sure she has directions to the sushi bar. As she climbs into the driver’s seat, she takes one last glance at herself in the rearview mirror. The DJ on the radio is playing her favorite song; she turns it up and begins to sing loudly as she makes her way to meet Sarah.

  “This looks like the sushi bar I was looking for. Yep, 1256 West Rover St.” She glances nervously around, looking for someone who fits the description of Sarah. Well, I guess I am a little early, she thinks to herself. She grabs a table toward the middle of the bar, trying not to appear awkward.

  Within moments, Sarah walks through the door. “This has to be her,” Miranda says to herself as she finds herself tongue tied. “Over here.” She motions. “You must be Sarah,” she says politely as she holds out her hand.

  “I am, and you must be Miranda.”

  “I am as well.”

  “It’s really nice to meet you,” they say to each other simultaneously.

  “You’re absolutely stunning,” Miranda adds as she admires Sarah’s thick, beautiful auburn hair flowing down the middle of her back.

  “So are you,” Sarah adds. Taking a seat at the bar, Miranda can’t help but check Sarah out from head to toe. She stands about 5’8” with beautiful, long legs that are exposed underneath her skirt. Beautiful, round breasts lay firmly together, creating the perfect cleavage. You can tell from the blouse she wears that she has a sexy black bra hiding beneath the surface.

  “So,” Miranda says, “I hear we have a lot in common.”

  “How so?” Sarah asks out of curiosity.

  “Well, we both just got out of lengthy relationships that did not benefit us,” Miranda says with a smirk.

  “That would be correct,” Sarah replies. “We definitely don’t want to talk about that.” She laughs.

  “No we don’t,” Miranda adds. “So, tell me, what do you like to do for fun?”

  Sarah sits in deep thought for a moment and says, “I like to go to dance class. Right now I am involved in salsa classes and I love it.”

  The thought of Sarah’s tight body moving to the sexy sounds of salsa really turn Miranda on. “Really,” she replies, “you are going to have to show me some of your moves.”

  “What about you?” Sarah asks.

  “I have always wanted to take dance classes, but never really found the time. I guess you can say I love to paint for fun.”

  “Really,” replies Sarah, “I would love to see some of your work.”

  “I would love to show you some,” replies Miranda. “My house is filled with artwork.”

  “Why don’t we go take a look at some?” Sarah replies with a smile on her face. She reaches over and grabs ahold of Miranda’s hand. “Is that okay with you?”

  “Of course it is.” Miranda’s heart is beating fast as she grabs her purse. “I live about five miles from here. Do you want to ride with me or follow me?”

  “Well, if you don’t mind, I will ride with you and you can just bring me back if you like.”

  Feeling overwhelmed and a little vulnerable, she agrees. She grabs her purse off of the back of the chair and Sarah follows directly behind her. Miranda opens the passenger door for Sarah. As she gently leans over to get in the car she catches a sneak peek of her thighs. Climbing back into the driver’s seat, she is taken back by how good Sarah smells.

  “You smell so good,” Miranda says. Sarah turns around and smiles at Miranda. Bouts of emotions consume her. She wants Sarah so badly. Her legs are long and smooth and all she can think about is wrapping them around her. Impulsively, she finds herself with her hands on Sarah’s thighs. “I am sorry, but you are so damn hot,” she says.

  Sarah looks over at Miranda and places her hands on her face. “So are you,” she replies as she gently places her lips on top of hers. As they passionately engage in a soft exchange of tongue, they become highly worked up.

  “Okay,” Miranda says as she backs away from Sarah’s succulent lips. “We need to make it to my house; this is not the way I want to be with you,” she softly says as she leans in for a soft, small peck on the lips. Miranda starts the car and begins the endless journey to her home. Sarah sits patiently waiting for their arrival. What seems to take an eternity is only a ten minute drive.

  As they arrive at her house, Miranda pulls in to the garage and closes the door behind her. Wanting so badly to have Sarah inside the garage, she waits until they go inside before she makes her move. Expecting that they may engage in having a drink or two, she couldn’t be more wrong. Sarah grabs ahold of Miranda before they even make it to the door. She presses Miranda up against the garage door and begins to roughly suck on her neck, making her way around to her mouth. “I am so fucking turned on,” Sarah whispers as she gently bites Miranda’s bottom lip.

  Miranda swings open the door to her home. She grabs ahold of Sarah’s hand, makes her way to the bedroom and throws her on the bed. She jumps on top of her in a straddling position. “Take your shirt off,” says the voice from underneath her. “I want to see those tits. Show them to me,” Sarah says in a stern voice.

  Miranda pulls her shirt off and helps Sarah take hers off. “Damn, you have some nice tits,” Miranda yells out. “I can get lost in those,” she says as she leans forward to bury her face in them. Her nipples are hard and her breasts are so soft. “Wait here,” Miranda says as she jumps off of Sarah. Looking through her side drawer, she brings out two different dildos, one used for self-play, and the other for double-play. She lays them on the bed next to Sarah and grabs ahold of the self-play dildo. Making her way to the edge of the bed, she watches Sarah lie there looking so sexy. “Fuck,” Miranda replies, “I can’t wait to taste you.” She gently spreads her legs apart. Sarah smiles at her, giving her the okay to continue. “No panties,” Miranda replies, “you like to make it easy on me, don’t you?” She positions herself to be able to lick the very surface of Sarah’s pussy. She pauses and takes a moment to look up at her. Her head thrown to the side, Sarah barely even notices that she is being looked at.

  “Ah.” She lets out a moan as Miranda continues to slide her tongue up and down the crack of her lips. She gently slides her tongue past her clit, causing Sarah to jump a little. Mir
anda grabs a hold of the 6-inch dildo lying by itself and inserts it inside of Sarah. “Ugh, fuck,” are the words that Sarah mumbles as she thrusts her thighs up and down. Rapidly, Miranda strokes the dildo in and out and you can hear the sound of the wetness clapping in the air. Sarah starts to grip a nearby pillow and shoves it in her face to quiet her screams.

  “You’re a screamer, I like that,” Miranda says out loud. The screams are muffled as Sarah begins to let out an enormous orgasm. Quivering from the convulsions of a multiple orgasm, she collapses completely flat on the bed. Miranda climbs on top of Sarah and whispers in her ear, “I am not done with you yet. Here,” she says as she hands her the double dildo. “Place this inside of me and you get the other end.”

  “Oh, I know how this works, don’t you worry,” she tells her sarcastically. “Bend your ass over,” she tells her with authority. As Sarah grabs the dildo, she makes her way over to Miranda who is bent over doggy style on the bed. Her face is buried into a pillow and her beautiful, sexy pussy is in the air. Sarah takes the head of the dildo and places just the tip of it inside of Miranda. She gently glides it in and out, teasing her ever so gently. Next, she takes her tongue and gently licks around her ass. Making her way to the inside, she lightly penetrates her ass with her tongue.

  “Ah, that feels so good,” Miranda moans.

  “You haven’t felt anything yet,” Sarah whispers to her. She reaches for the single dildo and places a little lube on the end of it. After massaging her asshole, she caresses it with the end of the dildo, slowly inserting the very tip of it inside her.

  “Fuck!” she screams out. “Don’t you stop!”

  As Sarah continues to play with her ass, she gently reaches underneath her and starts to play with her clit, causing her to cum instantly.

  “Oh my God,” she says as she collapses lifelessly to the bed. “Hey, baby, I know you have to have some more stamina left in there,” Miranda says as she laughs. As Sarah gets back up on her knees, Miranda comes around with the double dildo and inserts it into Sarah from behind.

  “Damn!” she yells out. “I forget how big that dildo is.” Miranda joins her on all fours with their asses facing each other. She reaches around in between her legs and places the remaining dildo inside of her. They gently rock back and forth with this massive dildo deeply penetrating their insides. Moans fill the air as they are overwhelmed by the size and girth of this double dildo. Bouncing back and forth, they can feel the tickling sensation of their clits hitting each other. Miranda quickly gives signs of her climaxing.

  “Ah, oh!” Sarah screams, right behind her. The dildo is completely covered in cum and easily slides back and forth. “Please, no more,” Sarah says as she falls forward on the bed. The dildo falls out onto the bed and they roll over to each other to embrace.

  “That was amazing,” Miranda says as she gently caresses Sarah’s hair.

  “Yes, it was,” Sarah replies. “I am actually really hungry. We worked up a good appetite and we never got to eat earlier.”

  “Oh yes,” replies Miranda. “Let’s wash up and go have that dinner and date we were supposed to have.”

  “Sounds perfect,” Sarah whispers in her ear and kisses her gently on her lips.

  Perfect Proportions

  Nicole Gestalt

  Working as a life-model Colleen meets a lot of people. On the most recent job she finds herself attracted to the artist teaching the class. To her surprise she reciprocates and once the class has left she finds herself becoming a canvas for the artist.

  Taking a deep breath, Colleen let go of the deep blue covering and moved herself into position. She didn’t pose yet, not until she was asked to. As she settled against the table she gazed at each of the students.

  Colleen had been working as a life model for almost two years, and always looked forward to the start of new classes and a whole new set of students. It was always interesting to see the mix of people who attended the classes, and when she could she enjoyed finding out their reasons for signing up.

  Looking around she moved from face to face. There was the new to life classes, and now going bright red, lad of about twenty desperately fumbling with his various paintbrushes and easel and attempting to avoid eye contact. Next to him stood the quietly confident elderly man who from the look of his paint splattered clothes and the practised way he arranged his items, was a veteran of the art classes.

  Over in the far corner, almost hidden behind her canvas, a nervous red headed lady bobbed around, a flash of a green scarf could occasionally be seen. Smiling to herself Colleen recognised her as someone who had often come to the classes, but who would only talk to her once she had re-robed afterwards.

  Her eyes drifted over to the back of the new instructor for the class and she tried to remember her name. She hadn’t officially met her since the communication had been through the course secretary. Annoyed with herself she failed to recall it, but continued to gaze upon her nevertheless. She was stood behind one of the canvases, talking with an unseen student. She ran her eyes over her, admiring what she could see of her ass clearly visible through her pencil skirt as the fabric was pulled tight. Moving her attention up her body she gazed upon her long black hair that came down her back stopping just below her shoulders. It was swept away from her eyes by a red scarf the end of which could just be seen peeking out from under her hair. Colleen wondered what it would feel like to run her hands through it.

  In a slow, almost luxurious motion, she turned and Colleen could see her emerald green eyes and tanned smooth face that, although a little age in it, still retained a youthful, mischievous appearance that she found instantly endearing and attractive.

  Their eyes met and she waited for some sign of acknowledgement. To her surprise and confusion the woman just picked up a pad of paper from the table close to her and began speaking to the class.

  She wasn’t being rude Colleen didn’t think, she just seemed more intent on teaching then actually paying her attention. It frustrated her slightly, but as she stood listening to the class, her eyes upon the woman as she animatedly introduced herself as Sue then began to explain the course, Colleen admired her dedication. Somehow she wanted her; she wanted to see how far her dedication would go and how quickly she could get her. Just the thought of the woman’s hands running over her was enough to send a shiver down Colleen’s spine.

  Forcing herself not to be carried away by fantasy she focused and tried to listen to what was being said.

  “Numbers are the most important thing when drawing the human form. Everything you are doing a real life drawing needs to be in proportion. Since it’s a form we see every moment of the day it can be the hardest to create upon paper, because your eyes ignore sections and then assume things are there. If you create a piece from this class but somehow it looks wrong, it’s likely that the proportions are out of balance. So make sure you get those correct from the outset.”

  Sue paused and gazed upon each one in turn, before continuing. Colleen shifted her weight slightly. This wasn’t the time to be holding still, and since she had yet to be put in the desired position, ‘bent over the table’ - she laughed inside as the thought popped into her mind. A blush blossomed across her face. She would have to be careful during the session, otherwise she was going to get carried away.

  Her body tensed and she focused on the floor, trying not to look at Sue at all taking a deep breath she attempted to relax as she waited, trying to push down thoughts that set her on edge with need.

  Sue was talking again; her words pushed their way past Colleen’s own thoughts and echoed in her head. Her sultry voice cried out for attention and wouldn’t let go, so Colleen listened to what she was saying to the class once more.

  “The human body is an amazing thing, no two are alike and so each model you have will, and should, look different upon paper. The differences may be minute but they will be there, and
those minute differences all build up to give a unique being, which should be reflected within your drawings.”

  She heard her turn and Colleen felt the class’s eyes falling onto her. Focusing on the floor she did her best to become extremely interested in a simple blue paint speck.

  “This body for example is very well proportioned but has its own unique make up. So you need to work upon the proportions and then add the uniqueness and personality. Make sure, if you are doing a realistic picture that you get the shoulders and head in proportion with the rest of the body - quite often they are the hardest to do. Also, spend some time working on the arms and legs.”

  Colleen realised she was nothing but a tool right now. The thought sent an odd shiver through her body. Just a tool to be used and molded, her pussy twitched at the thought of it, the idea making her heart race and her nipples to become erect. She wanted Sue’s direction, needed it in a way she hadn’t been expecting but enjoyed.

  A shadow moved over her. Heart racing, becoming almost deafening, she needed to concentrate, to be professional and to focus.

  “Colleen is it?” Sue asked, her voice almost deafening Colleen. Biting back a moan as Sue had almost purred out her name Colleen realised she couldn’t take much more of it. Nodding in response she didn’t trust herself to speak. She heard the woman take a deep breath and she found herself hanging on in expectation of what Sue was about to say.

  “Well Colleen, please could you get into position now. If you could stand up and place one hand upon the chair.” Moving as instructed, she attempted to focus and calm down. Gripping the back of the chair she positioned herself. The chair had been put there in case she needed to lean against something. Sue moved closer warmth flooding out of her body which Colleen could feel even though they weren’t touching.

  “There, now could you twist your body slightly,” Colleen complied moving as if in a daze “ah that’s it, perfect. Right this pose will be for a while, but please tell me if you need to move we don’t want you straining this tool you’ve been blessed with.” With that Sue moved away and her attention instantly returning to the group.