Artist/Photographer MILF - "Run!"

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I don't know what the protocol is but I'm glad the cameras are gone and we can breathe a little. Although, saying that, I do have my own camera on me if you're still up for it. Yes, I have it on me.

Force of habit with the work I do. You never know when you're going to find the perfect inspiration for the next perfect painting. Kind of where I smiled when you said you wanted a pose of me.

I can already picture it. Good stuff. I hoped we would get a little time away from the madness.

I'm really curious about you. At least you sounded sincere when you suggested it. I didn't expect that.

Not that I really knew what to expect to be honest. But you sound like you're genuinely interested in helping. Thank you.

I get a lot of guys who offer to pose who just want to live out some little fantasy there in their head. Which is fine, don't get me wrong, if that's what they want. But yeah, it can be a little daunting too.

Because it's always the same expectations. Not that those expectations were ever met. Sincerity is key to everything.

Unfortunately, there's not a lot of that around. They're still learning I guess. Oh, look at this.

A little alleyway with a pink neon sign over a door there. That glow will be amazing. Want to have a little try now? Take a few pics? Cool.

Okay, you're tall so we should be able to get you in a certain spot where we can get it behind you and do a bit of a silhouette image. Okay. Back a little bit.

Just a little more. Perfect. Now give me your favourite pose, baby.

However you want. You're really sweet and shyer than you make yourself out to be. How can I tell? Well, holding your elbow with the other hand is a bit of a giveaway.

It's okay, we'll get there. Think about the first image that pops into your mind when you think about seeing yourself in a photo or a painting on the wall. Oh, that's behind your head.

That's interesting. Oh, and shy again. Your elbow's coming forward a little.

It's more than your mouth does. I'm just teasing. Am I detecting a real shyness that you didn't want me to see? It's okay, just be yourself.

You're doing great. The camera's loving it as much as I am. Can you unbutton your shirt, please? Just let it blow loose and free.

I really like the lights here and what it's doing. Turn slightly towards the breeze. Let it catch your colour.

Oh, that's so pretty. Try dropping your shoulders a little. That's right.

There, that's good. But just relax your arms a little bit. Deep breath.

Roll your shoulders towards me. Then up, back and down in a circle. Relax them a bit more.

There you go. Now, shoulder shot, accentuating your collarbone. Okay, for the next one.

Okay, for this, try to relax your shoulders. Give them a shake. Keeping your left arm limp and relaxed, I'm going to pull your wrist forward and away from you.

See how it hollows out the collarbone to show it off even more. Such a beautiful shape. Oh, beautiful image.

Look at this. Nice, eh? Now, only if you want to, would you mind taking your shirt off, please? It's totally up to you.

You're doing great. You're making me want to paint you too. Yeah? You like that? We can go through them after and you can choose which one you like most.

Can you lean back against the wall, please? The light is pretty. It'll glow up your left side, kind of like an aura with your shadow side on the right.

You look tense. Is everything okay? Oh, the wall is cold.

I can stop that. Oh, look at you, all instantly relaxed and so fucking hot. Suddenly not cold anymore.

That's an old trick. That's it. That's it.

Oh, those muscles in deep breath are showing off how powerful they are. Look at you now. Your body language is starting to look like I'm about to get fucked.

That's it, baby. So fucking sexy. And that eye you're giving me is getting increasingly animalistic by the second.

A few seconds more and you can have at it. I want to see you, all of you. How about if I unbutton your fly and.

.. No. How about you? Feel how wet my panties are.

Just one finger. Just trace from back to front, slowly. Can you feel all that energy fighting to not slip inside? Goodbye.

There you are. I see you. How about I come close to you? If I turn my back to you? Lift my dress to my waist.

And you use two fingers to trace from front to back. All the way up the crack of my ass. Goodbye.

All good things come to those who wait. And fuck your sounds. I might just let you fuck me right here, right now.

What the fuck are you two doing? Oh my God! I'm calling the fucking cops! No, he didn't follow us.

No, he didn't follow us. I think he realised what was happening when I smiled and waved at him. The look on his face would make a brilliant painting of his own.

We're almost home, for want of a better word anyway. Home for a couple of weeks. Listen.

Thank you. For a wonderful. ..

A wonderful night. Oh, I know there's more to you than meets the eye. I'm looking forward to finding it.

Hey, I can't help that that guy came out when he did. Oh fuck. You sliding your hands under my dress.

With the back of your fingers on my thighs, giving me goosebumps everywhere. Oh, you did? You figured I had a thing for hands, when I what? I was not staring at them.

I was just. .. Wondering what secrets they hold.

That's all. That's not staring. That's.

.. Oh, who cares what it was? Come on, come with me.

Shh, these walls are very thin. I'm pretty sure this is breaking the rules, so keep your voice down. Oh, that painting? Yes, I brought some of my things with me.

I don't sleep much, and I love what I do, so. .. It just helps to pass the time away too.

You like it? Or you like that she's on all fours? Dominant, yet submissive.

Waiting, or ready to pounce. What do you see? Or rather, what do you want to see? Oh.

Seeing your hand holding my jaw wasn't what I meant. Oh, you want my neck, huh? Ah.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Ah. Oh, what's this? Finding your inner artist in painting my neck blue dark.

Oh, God, straight for my weak spot. That's cheating. Let me.

.. Oh, oh my God. Fingers inside me already.

Fuck, that was fast. Fuck. What? You want to paint my lips with.

.. me? Me.

Tastes just like ice cream. Mm-hmm. Kiss me and you'll find out.

Mm-hmm. You want me to kneel on the couch? I won't like the painting.

Oh, you want to show me what you want to see in it? Oh, then if you could help me with my dress zip, I can replace it with that very suit half she's wearing. So you can climb inside the painting, so to speak.

Show me. I want to see who you really are. And I want to see if.

.. if you see me. Mm-hmm.

There we go. And crawling onto the couch. And drape my hair over my right shoulder.

And then see who's going to paint who, shall we? A photo? Sure, you can take one if you want to.

Oh, you're going behind me already? And there was me thinking. ..

Oh, fuck. You know how much I love your hands sliding up along the base of my neck. Fingers sliding up the back through my hair, you're giving me goosebumps.

Oh, fuck. Now I know you know exactly what you want. And what's that? Well.

.. Gripping my hair right against my skull is a bit of a giveaway right there, sweetheart. Not so shy after a while.

At least not in the bedroom. Touché. It's turning me to party just like you know it would.

You want to mess me up? It'll be interesting to see what you turn me into then, won't it? Oh, you're not even going to take your clothes off? Because I'm not a you.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Fuck it.