“Also, we will provide copious amounts of sun screen and encourage you to use it. Since you are all local you understand how brutal the Arizona sun can be, especially if you are participating in outdoor daytime events. Thanks everyone. See you in a couple of weeks.”
Susan, Mira and I left to go back to the gallery. I was embarrassed as the two women kidded me about my infatuation with Rebecca’s tits. “Did you get a good picture in your brain so you can start painting her?” Susan chided.
“I need a stronger connection than just a brief visual to capture her beauty,” I retorted.
“Maybe you’ll get that chance,” Mira said.
We pulled up behind the gallery where Mira and I parked. Susan said her goodbye and went in as I lingered for a while with Mira discussing how we got into our art. Ready to leave, Mira turned and approached me.
“It’s really hot and my air conditioning is out. The repairman can’t come until tomorrow afternoon. Do you think I could crash at your place tonight?”
“Sure,” I responded.
I wasn’t sure if Mira was telling me the truth about her air conditioning but the opportunity to have some intimate time with her was welcomed. We arrived at my place. I immediately made excuses for the disorderly nature of my house. Excusing myself as a single middle aged man.
“My place is much worse,” Mira confessed. “I think it’s because we are artists.”
“I have beer, wine, Tequila, iced tea and lemonade,” I told her offering her something to drink.
“How about a shot of Tequila with a glass of lemonade to wash it down.” I set out two shot glasses and poured us each a glass of lemonade.
“You are very appealing,” Mira said after downing her first shot. “Susan told me about you. That you are cute, have a wonderful cock and you are a great fuck.”
“That’s quite an endorsement for an out-of-shape sixty-year-old man.”
“You are cute and I’ve seen your beautiful cock. I just need to verify the last one. Let’s do one more shot and rinse off in the shower.”
“Sounds good to me,” I agreed aroused at the thought of ravishing this exotic beauty.
Mira’s large round brown areolas glistened enticingly as the water splashed on them. I was torn between the fantasy of devouring them and simply admiring them as they encircled her dark extruding nipples.
We toweled each other and jumped in bed, passionately kissing to full arousal. I fondled her breasts as she stroked my cock. “I have an obsession with male genitals,” she confessed. “I noticed earlier your firm shaved balls.”
“I’m not really into fucking,” Mira told me as she gently massaged my testicles. “It’s alright if you want to but I get off pleasuring your beautiful male parts.” Her warm mouth engulfed my sack, her tongue lightly flicking my highly sensitive balls. That sensation sent blood rushing to my already throbbing cock.
“My god, that is unbelievably sensual,” I said in the throes of my pleasure.
“Have you ever been this hard?” she asked erotically.
“It hurts in a good way.”
Mira sat up, gripping the base of my penis, veins popping out. I noticed the sheet was wet beneath her. “I love a cock with a fat head. It’s so delicious.”
“I’m sure your pussy is delicious too. It’s a shame to let your juices just wet the sheets.”
We assumed the sixty-nine position. Her pussy lips were already swollen, as was my cock, and wet. I spread her open and licked her clit. She came quickly, gushing, drowning my face as I attempted to swallow as much as I could. I don’t know if it was my ministrations on her clit or her arousal vigorously sucking my cock.
I felt my balls tighten; my hips bucked. Mira went all the way down. I felt the tip of my cock on her throat. I grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy to my mouth. We both exploded at once. I nearly suffocated.
Mira collapsed on me. Her cum dripping off my face. My hands kept gripping her butt cheeks as I calmed down, recovering my breath. Eventually we both had settled our heartbeats.
“Wow, that was fantastic,” she said as she gulped a glass of water. “It’s been a while, actually years, since I got off to the feeling of cum shooting down my throat.”
“You’re so sexy, I can’t imagine you don’t have men dying to be with you.”
“Yea. They do. And when I tell them I want to adore their genitals to sculpt them, they get hard and just want to fuck me. I never got off being fucked so I told them to leave and never come back.”
“Why do you say I’m sexy? I’m not tall and slim. I have a fat ass and thick thighs.” Mira asked.
“Well, I guess you’re my type,” I responded. “Did you notice the women in my paintings? You have all those qualities I find attractive.”
“Not all the women you painted.”
“The ones that exuded their sexuality to me. I hope you can see that. I felt that with you intimately.”
We fell asleep spooning, our warm bodies pressed together.
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We met Susan at the art gallery the morning of National Nude Day. She had set up our artwork the previous day at the resort. Allie met us and escorted the three of us to the condo reserved for the artists. We were the first to arrive.
“The three of us are comfortable with each other so we can all share the queen bed in the master bedroom,” Susan offered.
“Well that makes it easier for me to accommodate everyone,” Allie responded gleefully. “The opening reception doesn’t start until four. I’ll send over some refreshments. Hopefully you’ll be busy so you might want to eat early. There’s lots of water in the refrigerator.”
Allie turned to Mira, smiling, “I love your Phallic sculptures. I have always played for the vagina team but I got aroused at your work.”
Mira grinned. “I just adore male genitals and I never let a penis penetrate my vagina. If I want hot sex I also play on the vagina team.”
Susan laughed and commented, “I play for both teams. That’s how I got a hold of these two beautiful artists.”
Allie’s phone lit up. She answered quickly. “Great, the other artists are here,” she informed us.
Susan, Mira and I stripped naked and started lathering each other liberally with sun block. Allie ushered Stan, his boyfriend Derrick, Keri and Jocelyn, in the living room along with a lovely young server carrying a tray of sandwiches.
Stan introduced us to Derrick, who was devastatingly handsome, muscular. “I guess I should get going,” Derrick said.
“If you want to stay, I’m sure we can adjust sleeping arrangements since Susan, Mira and Daryl are sharing the queen bed in one of the bedrooms,” Allie chimed in. “We have the twin beds in the other bedroom and the sofa bed. Stan and Derrick can share that.”
“I would love to,” Derrick said.
“Good. That’s settled. We want you all to be comfortable and feel at ease interacting with the guests,” Allie concluded as she left.
“We are all sun screened,” Susan told the others. “Why don’t you get naked and we will rub you down.”
The sandwiches were good and satisfying. Rebecca came by, her large boobs dominating her presence, chatting with us, excited about the long, extended National Nude Day weekend. Keri had us laughing with her dry, sarcastic sense of humor. Stan suggested she should expand into stand-up comedy. Jocelyn was a bit demur but I suspected there was a wild inner spirit in her petite body.