Woman to Woman

by Tom Benson

  “Yes … yes … please.” Lauren watched and panted heavily as Myleene travelled downward again, teasing and sucking all the way to the engorged petals of her lover’s pussy.

  Myleene kissed softly, licked and sucked, and as she did, she enjoyed the cries of ecstasy from the girl at her mercy. When Myleene sucked on Lauren’s clit, the artist lasted a few minutes before having an incredible orgasm. While she sucked and drove her tongue deep, Myleene maintained pressure on Lauren’s thighs to keep her down on the bed. Teasing and tonguing brought Lauren to a second orgasm before Myleene moved up the bed.

  “You are … amazing.” Lauren gasped before they kissed. Lauren slid out from under her lover and mirrored the treatment she’d received.

  After she’d been brought to orgasm once, Myleene told Lauren to lie on her back, which she did. Myleene squatted over her lover’s pretty face and lowered her soaking pussy to her mouth. “Now, you can … eat me … properly.” Myleene lowered herself and rubbed her dripping pussy on Lauren’s sensuous lips. “Go on … get those lips … and tongue … inside.” Myleene trembled and gushed into Lauren’s mouth and looked down to see her lover slurping and swallowing.

  After a brief rest, the two girls assumed the sixty-nine position and gave each other more pleasure before lying in an embrace, both sated and content.

  When she was leaving much later, Myleene paused at the door and kissed Lauren. “Maybe next time you’ll get some painting done—first.”

  “Maybe. Good night, Myleene.”

  “Good night, Lauren.”

  * * *

  Four days later, Myleene turned up to sit for the first session wearing her colourful kimono. The setting was prepared, and it took the subject of the painting half an hour to prepare herself.

  Lauren was overawed by the sight of her lover in the incredible costume. “I hope I can capture your natural beauty and the vibrancy of your costume.”

  “I have every confidence you will, Lauren.”

  To allow Myleene’s circulation to work, the session was broken into thirty-minute parts. After an hour and a half, when she was handed a cup of coffee, Myleene stayed on her feet to drink.

  As an aid to what she could see, Lauren took photographs with her digital camera. “This way, I’ll be able to ensure I’ve got the detail of the costume, and I can touch up at my leisure.”

  “Clever idea.”

  It took two long sessions to capture Myleene in a reclining pose.

  The girls agreed it would be nice to have a standing portrait to show off Myleene’s excellent figure and the beautiful costume, so three days later they got to work, and it took two days to produce the desired effect.

  In this way, due to Myleene’s shifts, it took three weeks to complete the two massive portraits, but Lauren had a special painting she wanted to achieve—a head and shoulders portrait, which would highlight Myleene’s natural beauty.

  The girls always ensured that if they intended intimacy, it was only done during the evening. It was an arrangement they were both happy to agree on.

  After they’d known each other for a month, the pair went out for meals together, went shopping, and to the movies. Neither wished to be stifled in the relationship, and they agreed not to see each other more than a couple of times each week.

  * * *

  .

  Wednesday 11th June, 2003

  One evening when Myleene turned up, she brought a bottle of wine and said she also had special toys. As Lauren poured the drinks, Myleene opened her bag and lifted out a sizeable double-ended dildo, a thick, phallus-shaped vibrator, and a tube of lubricant.

  Lauren was delighted to be enjoying sexual activities with another girl who had a similar attitude to herself—keep it physical, and take maximum pleasure from each other, without guilt.

  The double-ended, V-shaped dildo had a phallus on one section, and a large bulbous plug on the other part. The two girls took turns wearing the bulbous end and humping their partner. They devised ways to use the inserted dildo and the vibrator at the same time, and the session was to be repeated several times over the coming weeks.

  During the final week of the month, Myleene posed nude, reclining on the sofa, and at the subject’s request, Lauren had to be naked as she worked on the painting. This was a good thing until Myleene got up and expressed how much she was turned on by being painted nude, by a naked artist. The painting which should have taken two sessions was eventually completed after six sessions.

  * * *

  .

  Friday 12th September, 2003

  There were no recriminations when on an evening in the middle of the month, the friends and lovers went to a smart restaurant for dinner. They’d had six months of bliss, both recognising that when it was over—it was over. Myleene was two days away from flying to Hong Kong.

  The pair chinked their wine glasses together.

  “You are a superb artist, Lauren and my parents will be even happier with my paintings than I am, and I’m awestruck.” She sipped her drink. “You’re also gorgeous, and an incredible lover.”

  “You’re pretty special too you know. One of the things you taught me was that I might like control with men, but with the right woman, I can enjoy being submissive.”

  “I may not come back to the UK for a long time, but I’ll never forget you, lover.”

  “Nor I, you, Myleene. Let’s toast, pure, unadulterated, physical pleasure.”

  “Pure, unadulterated, physical pleasure.”

  * * *

  WHEN TWO WORLDS COLLIDE

  * * *

  Mutual Appreciation

  Monday 9th February, 2004

  Lauren’s paintings covered a variety of topics, which not only maintained her interest but brought customers to the gallery regularly. When the feature window had been given to Lauren three years earlier, she struck on the idea of changing the central painting every month. This worked so well that the central piece usually sold within the month.

  Having learned the power of the placement, Lauren rotated her completed work and amended the idea to have a painting in the central position for only a week. Her work was famous and the gallery saw a fresh upsurge in interest and sales.

  Another innovation introduced by Lauren was to feature work by an artist who was still at university studying for their degree. In return, Lauren requested that Gordon's Gallery was mentioned on social media by the students.

  Lauren set up a large canvas to create a banquet scene set in Ancient Greece. As always, those visitors who enjoyed seeing the development of an idea would come around to see Lauren’s latest work in progress.

  Gordon turned up in mid-morning. “Hello, my darling. What have we got here?”

  “Hi, Gordon. This one might be controversial, because I’m using a banquet as the setting, but when completed it will include … let’s say interaction.”

  Gordon grinned. “Are we talking about a new one for our naughty painting corner?”

  “Well, the characters will be semi-naked, which we know appeals to several of our regulars, but I want to make it a bit more interesting.”

  “How long will it take do you think—it’s a big canvas?”

  “I imagine about two months because I have a few commissions lined up too.” She nodded to the left. “The sketches for this one are just there if you’d like a peek.”

  “I’d love a peek.” He reached out and lifted the pad. “Oh, Lauren if you can create this in detail it will be a winner.”

  “I thought I might use it as a ‘Display Only’ feature.”

  “Yes, I’d agree—it’s an idea which has worked for us in the past.” Gordon stood back to watch his resident artist and gallery manager at work. The man was filled with pride when he considered that he’d taken this girl in to give her somewhere to live, but in a couple of years, she’d put the gallery on the map.

  “Are you up to anything special today?” Lauren asked. “You’re looking very dapper.”

  “I’m meetin
g an old friend shortly, and then I may take a walk along Oxford Street—there’s something refreshing about seeing so many busy people rushing around.” He laughed. “Do you have Kathryn coming in today?”

  “Yes, she’ll be here in about an hour, and I’ve given her a task which I think you’ll like.”

  “Go on—you’ve captured my interest.”

  “I’m most at home with this type of painting, although as you know, I can turn my hand to most subjects, but Kathryn is particularly good at animals. I’ve asked her to produce paintings of a few domestic pets.”

  “Are we talking about perhaps allowing her a space in the main window?”

  “Yes, I thought that since we have steady cash flow, it would be nice to aim for a new market—the pet owner.” Lauren indicated a wall at the back of the gallery. “I thought we might also have a semi-permanent exhibition of pets.”

  “Lauren, I’m so glad you’re here, but I wish I’d met you five years earlier.”

  The pair laughed, and Gordon gently placed a hand on the artist’s shoulder before he left her.

  Lauren stood back to assess the structure of her latest work. Yes, this would be fun.

  * * *

  .

  Tuesday 4th May, 2004

  Kathryn’s paintings in the ‘Pet’s Corner’ of the gallery proved popular and gained the younger girl a few commissions of her own. She was encouraged by Lauren’s success, and her desire to always provide the highest standard for a client. Money in the short term was nice, but building a good reputation was much more important.

  On the days when Kathryn was working at the gallery, it gave her an opportunity to practise what Lauren had done—live painting, allowing visitors to admire the artist at work. This was one such day, so instead of wearing a loose blouse and jeans, Lauren was wearing a summer dress which had a narrow belt. The neckline gave a hint of cleavage, and the hem was high enough to highlight her legs.

  “You’re looking very pretty today,” Kathryn said. “Are you on a promise?”

  Both girls laughed.

  “No, I just thought if you wanted to paint, I would be ready to approach our visitors.”

  “I’d love to do some painting.”

  “Your domestic animals and birds are superb, Kathryn—have you considered wild animals and birds?”

  “You mean, like, try a couple for my wall?”

  “I thought it would be good for your portfolio if we split your section in the gallery to include maybe a lion, an eagle, and an underwater scene with orcas, or sharks.”

  “You’re more demanding than my tutors, and you’re only offering ideas.”

  “I’ll leave the thought with you.” Lauren winked and strolled around the gallery. She’d seen a smartly-dressed attractive woman standing at the main window gazing at the centrepiece. The painting depicted two beautiful, semi-naked women lying on grass, both up on one arm, gazing at each other, ignoring the world around them. They were holding each other’s hand, and the piece was called The First Touch.

  The woman who’d been standing at the window entered the gallery and walked around the rooms, pausing to study the paintings and drawings throughout. When she stopped in front of Lauren’s nude pieces, her eyes seemed to be taking in every detail. For several minutes she stared at one painting before moving on. When she turned to look at the most recent addition to Lauren’s collection she gasped.

  “Oh, what a lovely painting.”

  Lauren stood back admiring the tall woman with the long brunette ringlets. The figure within the white blouse and short black skirt suggested curvaceous, and the legs were shapely, ending in high heels which added more height.

  You’re at least mid-thirties, Lauren thought, but you are a breath of fresh air.

  The visitor studied the painting for a few minutes before wandering around the gallery, only to return twice to The Banquet. As she stared at the picture, she was unaware she was also being admired.

  “Good morning—do you like The Banquet?” Lauren approached.

  “Hello—yes, I do.” The woman turned and gave a broad smile. “This gallery was recommended by a friend, and he said I might like the resident artist’s work. I don’t like it—I love it.”

  “Perhaps you could entice your gentleman friend to buy one for you.”

  “Oh, he’s not that type of friend, although he’s at home with artwork, and probably would buy one of these for me.”

  “Is there something in particular which appeals to you about this one?”

  The woman smiled and glanced left and right. “I think it’s the implication of a hedonistic party. The diners are barely covered by their white robes, and those sandals with their long straps are sexy. The women are stunning, and due to their relaxed poses, the robes accentuate the amazing bodies. I like the way the diners casually lean on their large cushions, eating, drinking, and chatting, but a few are casting admiring glances at the servants.”

  “The artist intends to offer visual detail of the individual beauty, but also to tease the viewer into that world of freedom. The two young people performing the duties of a servant, for example, don’t have the expression of those in slavery.”

  “No, you’re right, they don’t.” The brunette looked closer and then half-turned. “I like that there are male and female. More than that though is that they are wearing tiny white robes as they offer food and wine to the guests.”

  “What do you see when you look at the way the guests are appraising the servants?”

  “I don’t know about you, but I think the artist is hinting that there is more than food and wine on offer.”

  Lauren smiled and offered her hand. “Lauren Ashton.”

  The striking woman glanced at the bottom right of the painting and turned, smiling, to take the artist’s hand. “Heather … Heather Clement—I’m delighted to meet you, Lauren.”

  The pair held each other’s hand and gaze for slightly longer than necessary.

  Lauren said, “I’m sorry if it seems underhand, not introducing myself immediately.”

  “I don’t believe it is underhand—it means you get an accurate and honest opinion.” Heather half-turned towards the painting. “I must admit to being a little disappointed—this one is labelled as ‘Display Only’—it’s such a shame that it’s not for sale.”

  “I usually do that with the pieces which I think will attract attention, and eventually, if the price is right, they’re sold.”

  “I’ve seen two others I like, but is there some way I could bribe you to keep this one for me?” Heather studied the younger woman’s features as she reached out and retook her hand, holding it gently. “I’ll pay the going price, and I’d be very grateful, Lauren.”

  The artist glanced down at the slender fingers holding hers in a tender grip, and then she looked back at this special visitor, sensing something she’d not felt in a few months—at least since Myleene left. Lauren lifted her other hand and held Heather’s as she gazed into her eyes.

  “We could discuss it over coffee if you were available—”

  “Lauren … I am available.” She squeezed the artist’s hand. “Shall we say, across the road in about ten minutes?”

  “Okay, that sounds good.” Lauren felt drawn to this stunning woman who was about ten or twelve years her senior.

  * * *

  Lauren crossed the road and nodded to the man behind the counter. “Hi, Cliff.”

  “Hi—Americano, Lauren?”

  “Yes, please—I’ll be with the—”

  “The gorgeous brunette by the window?” Cliff winked. “She’s already paid for your coffee.”

  As Lauren approached the table, she removed her light jacket. When she turned to hang the coat on her chair, she caught Heather’s casual glance at her assets. The tailored blouse really worked.

  “One Americano,” Cliff announced as he placed the cup on the table. “Will there be anything else for you, ladies?”

  “If we’re still here in fifteen minut
es, maybe two more coffees.” Lauren laughed.

  Heather lifted her cup. “I take it you’re a regular in here?”

  “Regular enough to get a broader smile than most customers do.” Lauren grinned as she emptied two sachets into her coffee. “Thank you, Heather.” She sipped the hot drink and put down the cup.

  Heather nodded. “Have you worked in the gallery long?”

  “I moved into the studio flat upstairs about the time I started my degree course, so about five years now. I was simply a lodger and caretaker at first, and things have improved gradually.”

  “Do you live up there alone?” Heather shook her head. “I’m sorry, Lauren, you don’t have to answer that—it’s natural for me to ask questions.”

  “I don’t mind; really. Yes, I do live up there alone—no attachments.”

  “Well, at least we’ve got that in common.”

  “You live alone, or you don’t have a … significant other?”

  “Tick both boxes.” Heather laughed as she lifted her coffee. “You’ll think I’m trying to score points now, but I appreciate art, and it’s not often that I’ve seen such beauty at both ends of the paintbrush.”

  “Well, coming from somebody who sees beauty in her mirror every day, that’s quite a compliment—thank you.” Lauren was warming to this unexpected vision in her life.

  “If there’s one thing that goes down well with an Americano, it’s a nice bit of flirting and mutual ego-boosting; don’t you think?”

  The two women burst into laughter, and as it faded they met each other’s gaze again, and smiled.

  “Two Americano’s,” Cliff said cheerfully as he lifted them from the tray.

  “Good timing,” Lauren whispered. “Thank you, Cliff.”

  The manager knew when to speak and when to become invisible. He nodded and disappeared.