The Visitor

....“My story is not as interesting as yours." Michelle said. "My mother was a model in Ireland so I grew up in the business.” By  the time she was fifteen she have traveled Europe several times with her mother. She started modelling when she was eleven at the objection of her mother. Apparently her mother’s agent thought Michelle could be better than her mom. 

Despite her mother's protest Michelle's career took off. Her career would come to a quick halt at seventeen when her mother passed away from a drug overdose. “I hated everything about the fashion industry… so I turned to art.” She crinkled her nose and finished her story “Now I want to give designing a try”

“Wow that’s heavy…I’m so sorry.” Her mother must have been beautiful because Michelle is drop dead gorgeous. No wonder she picked up on my booty strut in the sun room. Now I’m embarrassed. “Hey lets go to my studio.” I wanted to show her where all the magic happens. I didn't mind the mess so much now. As an artist Michelle will understand.

I opened the double doors to my studio and right away we were hit with the luxurious fragrance of leather and essential oils. The large room was lined with glass shelves along the walls displaying samples of my designs for the past three years. Under the window was a cozy corner where I sketched. The centre piece of the sketch area was the overstuffed red leather couch that was nestled five feet away from the window. A distance that provided a gorgeous view of the mountains. 

The white chaise lounge next to the couch I used for meditation during days of artistic block. The placement also provided a generous view of the room and the exterior of the garden. Most days I basked in the warmth of brilliant sun rays beaming through the large trees. In the far corner of the room is my drafting table and teak desk covered with samples and sketches. Around the corner the small hallway led to the bathroom with a waterfall shower. Across from the hallway was the refreshment area adjacent to the storeroom. 

The studio was isolated from the rest of the house. I often piped music in here through the sound system in the storeroom. Music and the door bell are the only sounds that permeated the room.  I cranked up the stereo when I am in here working. “This is wicked.” I could tell she liked it. 

This was all my idea. I needed a studio that was going to be functional and inviting. It was also a lovely bribe from David for dragging my ass to Omaha.

“Isn't it though.” I beamed. “Here let me refresh your drink.” I wanted to show off the wine cooler in the refreshment area.

“Impressive I must say.” She looked around the room taking in every inch of the space. She narrowed her gaze on the piece of art behind the chaise lounge. “Holy fuck that’s gorgeous.” The piece she was referring to was Divine, a gift from David. 

Divine I would like to think was me. She is erected on a two foot stand and towers over the room. The female life size bronze statue commanded everyone's attention that entered the studio. Her tall frame was draped loosely in a sheer opulent silk sarong . Her form clearly emitted a strong sensual presence. 

With her arms outstretched and shoulders back she offered love. Her legs are slightly parted allowing light from the window to radiate through the perfect diamond shape below her fleshy pus. The smooth metal encapsulated all of her womanly features showing of the definition of her feminine mound. “Is this you?” Michelle walked over to Divine “Can I touch her?” She did not wait for my response. She ran her fingers along the outline of the statue's right leg tracing the curvature of her outer thigh all the way up to her waist. “Did you pose for this…it’s incredible?”

I was just as impressed when it was delivered for my twenty fifth birthday last year. “No it was a birthday present from my husband.” I was taken in by Michelle’s appreciation of the piece. She continued to explore the statue occasionally uttering words of adoration. 

“And no it’s not me.” I watched amused as she ran her fingers over Divine’s breast. I thought nothing strange the way in which Michelle explored the statue. It was very artistic. Her nipples harden clearly aroused by the magnificent Divine. Michelle was not the only one stimulated. The the tiny globes pressed against her dress stirred Miss Kitty. Perhaps it was the room. The temperature inside is kept cooler to maintain the integrity of the natural fibers and essential oils that I work with. I walked away and started to straighten up my desk. If Michelle was having a moment I wanted to give her some privacy.

I glanced back and Michelle was now seated legs curled under her in the red sofa by the window enjoying her wine. The dress pulled up high on her thigh showed off her shapely legs. “You know D you could so model.” D was such a familiar use of my name, usually reserved for close friends and family. There was a slight slur to her speech.

“I’m sure you are probably the only one that thought so…but thank you for that vote of confidence.” I found the catalog of artwork were David ordered Divide from and brought it over to where Michelle was seated. “Take a look at some of his works.”  I sat next to her going through each page, the same way David did the day he brought Divine home. 

Michelle listened intently occasionally asking a question or two. Rifling through the pages at times her arm brushed lightly against my tits causing Miss Kitty to stir.  Each piece in the catalog was photographed beautifully. You could not help but get caught up in the story behind each piece. “More wine?” I noticed her glass was empty.

She rested her hand against mine in protest “No, let me.” With a delicate move she slipped her legs from under her and stood up. She bent over to pick up the glasses off the floor. Her dress barely covering her ass rode up revealing her shaved pussy through white lace thong. Miss Kitty purred with excitement. 

Stopping briefly by Divide to admire the remarkable artistic creation. “You know D, I think I will order one for my studio…she makes me think…makes me want to do something great. You know what I mean?” Yes I knew exactly what she meant. She returned with the filled glasses and handed them both to me. “I think I need to adjust my dress.” Her dress looked fine to me.

I walked over to the window and saw the cutest deer wandering aimlessly by the fence at the side of the house. We stood there for a moment watching the deer grazed on the lower branches of the tree. Standing so close to Michelle I could smell her floral perfume. I couldn't help but sneak a few peaks at her well rounded breast.  

I handed her the glass once she was settled in her seat. Looking at Michelle I was reminded of a taller and younger version of Scarlett Johansson. She was wearing the hell out of that dress.  She must have caught me staring at her. She smiled “You miss modeling?” I didn't know what else to ask.

“I haven't given it up all together. I'm just selective about the jobs I take…plus it pays the bills and I love all the freebies, free trips, free clothes, free fuck.” She stood up and walked over to the window. Free fuck, I mouthed the phrase to myself. 

“What a great view.” she said gazing out the window at the mountains.  I often stood in the same position and thought the same.  “You know with the sun so strong this would make a great spot for sunbathing.” Michelle slowly lowered the zipper at the front her dress a few notches exposing her delicate light skin to the gentle heat. I never thought about that. I've never sunbathe. “You must spend hours at the tanning salon to get that great tone D?” She really must have had too much wine.

“No…it’s all natural.” I motioned my hands proudly over my body pulling up the hem of my dress to reveal even more tanned legs.

“Lucky girl…I spend hours and all I get is burnt…damn my Irish heritage.” She placed her hands over her cleavage running her fingers along the swollen lumps.  “Look at how pale I am. Would you believe last week this time I was sunbathing on a yacht in Costa Rica.” No you could not tell she had gone sunbathing.  “Oh how cute, come see.” 

It wasn't strange to see the occasional animal wandering in and out of the yard. We've come to expect it. “Oh a deer, oh she is cute.” Out of nowhere appeared another deer. The male buck walked over to the other deer getting familiar with her. He began to sniff around her stopping at her ass.  

“Shew! Shew!” Michelle tapped on the window startling both animals. The male looked at us angrily ready to pounce. “Shit …get down.” She pulled on my arm and we both fell to the floor avoiding the angry animal. “Shss” She covered her mouth with her hand.  We could hear the animals coming closer.

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Sitting still on the floor for what seems like an eternity both afraid to move. “You think they're gone?” cowering we both slowly raised our heads only to see the buck close to the window. We both fell back to the floor. “Shit”

“I think you pissed him off.” I told her. Michelle was seated between my legs her ass resting against my bare inner thighs. She adjusted her arms and fell on top of me knocking me to the ground.

Her chest pressing against my stomach her voice was raspy “You think so?” she looked at me quite concern that she had pissed off a wild deer.

“Uh uh,” I nodded. I tried to pull myself up on my elbow. With the awkward jerky movement I bumped my forehead against Michelle's chin. “Shit…are you ok?”

“It’s ok.” I could feel her breath against my ear and I wanted to feel more.

“Are you sure?”

“Stop worrying I’m ok.” Her lips brushed my ears and send my heart in a tailspin. “Are you ok?” she whispered as her tongue caressed the outer fold of my ear.

“Uh uh” the words barley left my lips when I felt Michelle’s lips pressed against mine. I opened my mouth and welcomed her hot darting tongue. I melted under her prying tongue. Our chest collided from her urging hands pressed against my back. With our chest molded into one I felt light headed. The firmness of our tits danced against each other. Her hands pressed hard again the back of my head guiding my mouth firmly into hers. I reached behind her and pulled her even closer to me. I found the zipper at the back of her dress. Unsure how far to go I hesitated.

“Go ahead” She coaxed me. I pulled the zipper down and slipped my hands against her bare skin. Like rose pedals the softness of her skin was more than I could ever imagine. Miss Kitty purred in delight.  Pushing me away from her she removed her dress quickly letting the garment fall to her waist. I reached for her delicate pink nipples touching the right one then the left one with trembling fingers.

She tugged expertly at the collar of my dress lowering it off my shoulders. The knit garment fell with ease exposing my bare voluptuous tits. “You are so beautiful…I knew you would be.” She whispered lowering her head as she cupped my breasts in her tiny hands. “Stand up…I want to see all of you.” 

Like an obedience school girl unclad I stood up forgetting about the animals and letting the dress drop to my feet. “Wow, like the statue…magnificent” Michelle reached an arm around my waist guiding my plump ass closer to her. She took turns caressing my ass and then my thigh expertly stroking each curve meticulously. She buried her face between my fold pressing harder and harder against my ass.

I reached behind me for her head and ran my fingers wildly through her thick black curls.   With the slightest of touch her warm tongue licked my tensed ass cheeks.

Her breathing was warm and her voice hoarse. Michelle’s hands stroked the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs wider with each electrifying stroke of her magical fingers. I rocked back and forth on tippy toes sticking my ass out further into her face each time anticipating her tongue. Each time Missy Kitty pulsated. 

She moved her hand slowly over my stomach exploring my navel with her thumb. I gasped excitedly when she cupped my round mound expertly massaging my cunt with sureness.  Never letting go of my ass with the other hand, her fingers danced over my pussy. Each time I wanted them to touch me inside.  The wetness from her soft kisses streamed down my crack into my pussy. The kisses came quicker and wetter. I pulled at the lacy barrier wanting to feel her tongue all over my ass.   

The thought of Michelle's hot tongue sucking my swollen clit made my knees buckled. 

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