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Justin asked me to tell him about my experience with a woman
Well it was not really an experience but more of a situation that I found myself in. When I was a dance student, putting myself through college, I used to do life modelling at the art school to earn rent money. It was really quite safe modelling for art students who treated models with some professional respect and rarely made any aggressive sexual plays although the more courageous ones tried chatting us up after class. I suspect they were all rather in awe of us models who had the courage to let students study our nakedness for hours at a time. One of the older adult students told me that she was having trouble with getting my figure down properly on paper and asked me if I would do some extra hours modelling for her at her home. I would never have accepted to do this for a man, I was wise to that at least. I went to her flat several afternoons one week after class where she had the living room set up like a studio. She picked me up that Saturday evening and I spent the evening posing for her. It became evident over the time that she was interested in me and asked me this time to pose in more revealing positions. At the same time as we talked I became more relaxed with her and accepted her interest. She was in her thirties or early forties and I was a bit flattered having an older woman friend who was interested in me personally. A glass of wine may have helped. It was getting late and I asked about a lift back to my place. She said that she was going to Portobello market very early the next morning and asked me if I wanted to accompany her. She suggested that I could stay over and we could set off early. I agreed ... and ended up sharing her bed...
Her name is Edith, I had been modelling for her and other students in life-drawing class for the whole term and then those couple of times at her place before that evening that she asked me to stay over.
She had taken an interest in me and I was quite proud that I had an older woman friend. It was a bit like school where girls seek out a girl from a higher form and jealously guard that friendship. I had a crush on an older girl in school before. I think its quite normal with young girls. I certainly admired Edith, as I said she was quit a lot older than me, probably in her late thirties or early forties (about the age I am now). I though everything about her was wonderful, so I felt quite honoured that she would ask me to go shopping with her the next day.
Yes, I suppose I had a crush on her, but had not thought about her sexually. When she took me to her bed however it felt so natural and right and made me feel wonderful. I felt completely in love with her at that moment and gratified that she wanted to be with me. After she had 'pleasured' me, she became quite insistent that I bring her the same way. She drew my hand between her legs and asked me to take her 'hard' she helped me to find the place to touch her, but became agitated and frustrated that I did not know how to bring her. She held me roughly and strongly squeezed by thigh between her legs and pushed against the rough hair of my crotch and finally after a long time was able to bring herself. I tried to help her but in the end felt rather inept. We were both drenched in sweat when we finished and slept deeply until morning. I woke first but did not dare to move
because her legs were still entwined with mine and I liked to feel her holding me like that (despite the fact that I needed to use the loo quite badly).
It felt so beautiful to go out in public with her that morning. I felt that everyone could see that we were lovers. I was so proud of her. She kept her distance a little when we went shopping but I was anticipating going back to her flat and maybe offering to make her lunch with things we had bought. When she told me that she had other plans for lunch I was really disappointed. Then as she left she slipped an envelope with my modelling fee for the evening before into my hand.
I felt devastated .... but more than that I felt that I had failed to please her as a lover. It took me a long time to get over that. Maybe I didn't.
I continued life-modelling at the art school but Edith did not show up at class again that term. Some of the male students still tried to hit on me after class but I found it increasingly disturbing since I had let my guard down once and found that I was not completely immune. When one of the teachers a few weeks later asked me to model for him however I agreed to go to his studio after class. Maybe because of Edith I had lost some self esteem so when we finished the session and he asked me if I would like to stay on for a glass of wine, I agreed. I found it so much easier to please a man sexually. Like Edith he paid me my modelling fee the next morning.
Well it was not really an experience but more of a situation that I found myself in. When I was a dance student, putting myself through college, I used to do life modelling at the art school to earn rent money. It was really quite safe modelling for art students who treated models with some professional respect and rarely made any aggressive sexual plays although the more courageous ones tried chatting us up after class. I suspect they were all rather in awe of us models who had the courage to let students study our nakedness for hours at a time. One of the older adult students told me that she was having trouble with getting my figure down properly on paper and asked me if I would do some extra hours modelling for her at her home. I would never have accepted to do this for a man, I was wise to that at least. I went to her flat several afternoons one week after class where she had the living room set up like a studio. She picked me up that Saturday evening and I spent the evening posing for her. It became evident over the time that she was interested in me and asked me this time to pose in more revealing positions. At the same time as we talked I became more relaxed with her and accepted her interest. She was in her thirties or early forties and I was a bit flattered having an older woman friend who was interested in me personally. A glass of wine may have helped. It was getting late and I asked about a lift back to my place. She said that she was going to Portobello market very early the next morning and asked me if I wanted to accompany her. She suggested that I could stay over and we could set off early. I agreed ... and ended up sharing her bed...
Her name is Edith, I had been modelling for her and other students in life-drawing class for the whole term and then those couple of times at her place before that evening that she asked me to stay over.
She had taken an interest in me and I was quite proud that I had an older woman friend. It was a bit like school where girls seek out a girl from a higher form and jealously guard that friendship. I had a crush on an older girl in school before. I think its quite normal with young girls. I certainly admired Edith, as I said she was quit a lot older than me, probably in her late thirties or early forties (about the age I am now). I though everything about her was wonderful, so I felt quite honoured that she would ask me to go shopping with her the next day.
Yes, I suppose I had a crush on her, but had not thought about her sexually. When she took me to her bed however it felt so natural and right and made me feel wonderful. I felt completely in love with her at that moment and gratified that she wanted to be with me. After she had 'pleasured' me, she became quite insistent that I bring her the same way. She drew my hand between her legs and asked me to take her 'hard' she helped me to find the place to touch her, but became agitated and frustrated that I did not know how to bring her. She held me roughly and strongly squeezed by thigh between her legs and pushed against the rough hair of my crotch and finally after a long time was able to bring herself. I tried to help her but in the end felt rather inept. We were both drenched in sweat when we finished and slept deeply until morning. I woke first but did not dare to move
because her legs were still entwined with mine and I liked to feel her holding me like that (despite the fact that I needed to use the loo quite badly).
It felt so beautiful to go out in public with her that morning. I felt that everyone could see that we were lovers. I was so proud of her. She kept her distance a little when we went shopping but I was anticipating going back to her flat and maybe offering to make her lunch with things we had bought. When she told me that she had other plans for lunch I was really disappointed. Then as she left she slipped an envelope with my modelling fee for the evening before into my hand.
I felt devastated .... but more than that I felt that I had failed to please her as a lover. It took me a long time to get over that. Maybe I didn't.
I continued life-modelling at the art school but Edith did not show up at class again that term. Some of the male students still tried to hit on me after class but I found it increasingly disturbing since I had let my guard down once and found that I was not completely immune. When one of the teachers a few weeks later asked me to model for him however I agreed to go to his studio after class. Maybe because of Edith I had lost some self esteem so when we finished the session and he asked me if I would like to stay on for a glass of wine, I agreed. I found it so much easier to please a man sexually. Like Edith he paid me my modelling fee the next morning.
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