That was the order of activities this past evening. After spending the holidays up north, I returned to the gorgeous Miami weather with one day to relax before going back to work. While normally the end of December and beginning of January is a bit of a lull, a few clients are known to schedule in last-minute bookings.
The Artist happened to be one of them.
Ever since she painted a nude portrait of me, we've been keeping in touch via e-mail somewhat regularly. I don't mind, really, since building long-term relationships is vital to any escort's career. The more regular clients I have, the steadier the work, the more secure my monthly earnings. Understand?
The sex happened fairly quickly. After a quick greeting, a kiss on the cheek, and a quick glass of wine, our clothes came off and we all but fell into bed. Funny -- it didn't last long, either. Now, most men wouldn't admit that, but the client herself didn't seem to mind. Sometimes a good, twenty-minute fuck is better than an hour-long session.
Really -- that's what many women tell me. None of them really want to have a sweaty, thrusting man on top of them for more than a half hour. After all, they're the ones being penetrated. Things can get uncomfortable after awhile.
But now for the body paint. I wasn't quite sure what to expect from this little adventure, but it was certainly one of the more unique experiences I've ever had. The paint was thinner than I expected, almost watery. And as for splaying my body against an oversized canvas, well, seeing one's butt cheeks on a canvas is pretty amazing.
After a the "portrait" was complete, I showered in a spare bathroom and washed myself clean. Unlike the other painting, the Artist requested to keep the body paint one. She said she'd like looking at my ass from time to time, which didn't surprise me. She certainly enjoys pinching it.
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