Two Beautiful Women, One Artist, a Night of Desire and Forbidden Passion Unfolds

Once in a while, you will see a girl that just shocks you with all the things you like about a girl. Whether you’re a guy or another girl. I don’t think anyone knows why and each person is different. This girl was one that just looked so hot, she was like a magnet to me.

Her face, body shape, the way she smiles, her sweet eyes, the way she stands, just all hot female. You sneak all the looks you can, but can’t get enough of it. You start to plot ways to talk to her.

I first saw Trisha at the burger place where she worked. She had a classic face, perfect shape, flawless skin and the most beautiful eyes ever. She knew how to wear makeup perfect. She was young, around 18, slim built, about 5’ something, medium/small tits, and didn’t bother to wear a bra.

I was 26 and I wanted to fuck her so bad. She had the cutest nipples, that showed thru in her white uniform. Her light brown hair was pulled up under the cap they had her wear, but I could tell she had a lot of hair.

I took my time about getting friendly. She would blush when I complimented her. After a few visits, I told her as a commercial artist, I said the human face was the hardest to draw. I asked her if we could get together, and could she model her face for me and to just think about it, and handed her my business card. My next visit, she came over to my table and sat down. My heart was pounding looking at her beauty close up. She said her mom said she would have to meet me first, then do the sitting, that evening. I said deal. She leaned over and whispered: “Your very sweet.” and kissed me on the cheek. (Chills!) She handed me a note with the address and time. Then just waltzed away, looking back with a big smile.

She had a cute ass, nice waist and legs, as I could tell through the baggy uniform. I was so hot for her, and tonight I would see her without the uniform.

That night I found the house and knocked on the door, my drawing stuff in hand. The door opened and there stood what had to be her mom. Wow!, a real beauty. After introductions, she said come on in, and pointed to the couch. Jenna was her mom’s name and she was a carbon copy of Trisha only older and with big tits, and just as hot looking as Trisha.

She was super friendly, 35ish and went and got us glasses of wine. Now I was in double love as she was so beautiful too. She wore a tight full length gold dress, nice tits, no bra, long light brown hair, pulled back on the sides and a hot build. Soon she was at ease with me and decided is was ok to have Trisha sit for my model. She leaned over and quietly asked me: “ Do you have the hots for my daughter?” I laughed and said that male artists always fall in love with their female subjects, and that it always makes for a better picture. She reached over and pinched my ribs, making us both laugh.

She yelled for Trisha, and down the stairs she came. Oh shit, she had on short shorts, and a tiny little T shirt top, and no bra. Her legs were fucking beautiful. She had her hair pulled back like a pony tail but with curls way down her back.
I tried not to be shocked as my heart banged away. She said hi, and then Jenna’s cell phone rang. Jenna walked away. Trisha smiled and whispered that her mom must have really liked me, because she had winked at Trisha behind my back. She asked where to sit. I got up and checked places where the lighting was good and picked the kitchen. Jenna came in, off the phone and arranged her chair close to me so she could watch me draw.

I placed Trisha in the position I wanted and noticed she had a glass of wine too. Now I could look at her all I wanted, and smell Jenna sexy perfume as a bonus. After an outline of her basic beautiful face , I went to work on those eyes. I called up all the talent I could and her eyes came to life. Jenna said: “Wow, he captured your eyes perfect Trish! Trisha got up to look and I stopped her.

No, first go get all your eye makeup and bring it down here. She ran up stairs to get it. Jenna smiled big time as I said her daughter was so beautiful, as was she, and made my work easy.
Trisha came down and I said ‘OK, put on the eye make up on the picture, just like you do on your self. She sat in my chair as Jenna coached her as she applied it on the picture. “Perfect”, said Jenna as they stood up
and both hugged me, Jenn’s firm boobs planted in my chest and side.

I had to sit down as my boner was trying to bust out of my pants. I took a break, then Trisha pulled on me to go to the living room couch. Jenna called somebody on her cell phone and jabbered on and on. Trisha sat on my left and held my left arm.

She said her mom will talk and talk but we can talk private in here. We sat in the middle of the couch. I turned sideways and pretended to study her face with my right hand. I touched her cheek and all around, played with her hair and touched her soft lips. She shivered, and squeezed my arm, then pulled my right hand to her warm tummy. I was in heaven. She was breathing hard and leaned her head back as I touched her soft neck and shoulders. Her eyes closed as I again felt her lips softly. She reached up with her left hand and kissed my fingers, as I leaned in and kissed her fingers in return.

I then noticed that we couldn’t hear her mom talking on the phone anymore. I looked around to see where her mom was.

I saw her reflection in a big glass picture frame on the wall. I could just barely see her sitting in the shadows on the staircase. She had been watching us. Her dress was pulled up and her hand was between her open legs. I whispered to Trisha where her mom was. She whispered: “She’s so damn horny, I wish she would find a boyfriend.” I figured I’m making two women hot, so I continued.

I started kissing Trisha’s face and then her lips. She started breathing heavy and really kissed me back hot, with our tongues going wild. I slipped my hand under her short top and felt those wonderful little boobs and nipples. She reached over and rubbed my boner.

The stairs light came on and down came her mom, glass of wine in hand. We quick recovered and I covered my boner with my hands. She sat down. She said: “It’s your bedtime Trish, better jump in.” Trisha was pissed, and said: “We can continue my sitting tomorrow night, OK?” as she stomped up the stairs. I said OK, as she blew me a kiss behind her mom’s back. Jenna quietly giggled as she drank more wine. She ask me if she was next subject for me to draw.

I smiled and said first I would have to study her. By now she was kinda drunk, she turned, leaned back on

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