The day was hot, the air heavy with moisture. Clouds turned the afternoon sky a dark, threatening grey. Showers or even thunderstorms were a high probability.

I was sweaty and tired after a long day when I got home that afternoon. After a glance at the sky, I decided that I could probably sneak in a swim before the storms arrived. I made quick stop at my townhouse to change into swim trunks and grab a towel, then headed for the pool in the complex’s common area.

The water was tepid, but still cooler than the air. That was good enough, I decided. I slipped into the water, ducked under, then surfaced and swam a couple laps. It was not a big pool, barely long enough for lap swimming.

When I paused to catch my breath, a woman in a partly buttoned shirt was entering the pool compound. I did not know her, though I had seen her around before. She was tall with a dark complexion. Black hair spilled past her shoulders and down her back.

“Hello, how’s the water?” the woman said when she noticed me.

“Not as cool as I might like but cool enough,” I answered.

She turned and removed her shirt to reveal a white one-piece swimsuit. It had a halter neck that left her shoulders and back bare down to just above a shapely ass. Elaborate, colourful tattoos covered her back and upper arms, even her thighs.

The woman turned to face me, revealing a plunging neckline that showed off large, firm tits. Tattoos covered the upper part of her chest and down into her cleavage. My eyes lingered between her legs for a moment. I could swear I saw a bulge there. I was not sure, though. That did not seem to quench the lust she awoke in me.

After she put her hair up in a loose bun, the woman sat on the edge of the pool and dangled her legs in the water. Then she slipped into the water and ducked under. When she burst the surface, the woman shook water off her face, then smiled.

“Cool enough for me, too,” she said, then began swimming around casually.

I watched, fascinated by both the woman’s beauty and her incredible body art. Besides the tats, she had multiple rings in each ear and a small one in her nose. Through the thin fabric of the swimsuit’s top, I could see that she had some kind of jewellery in her nips, too. I did some more swimming of my own, mostly to stay around the woman.

A rumble of thunder made us both stop and look up.

“Time to head in,” I commented.

“Indeed,” the woman responded.

As we dried off, the wind picked up. Another rumble reached our ears. Then the first drops of rain started.

“At least we are already wet,” the woman quipped, putting her shirt on but not bothering to button it.

We left the pool, and both headed quickly towards the block of townhouses across the commons from the pool. Apparently, her place was close to mine. With a loud crack of thunder, the heavens opened up, rain pouring down as we reached the first row of townhouses. The woman raced to the front door of a unit.

“Want to come in until it lets up?” she called to me.

“Yes, please.”

Inside, the woman fetched towels, and we dried off again. She disappeared for a moment, then came back wearing a bathrobe and carrying another.

“Here, you can put this on. I’ll turn my back while you change, don’t worry,” she said with a sly grin.

I quickly removed my wet trunks, dried my ass and junk, and put on the robe. I swore I saw the woman take at least one peek, but could not be sure. The idea that she might be interested excited me.

“Drink?” she offered.

“What do you have?”

“Maybe a glass of wine? I have a Pinot Grigio chilling and no one else to share it with.”

“Wine sounds good,” I answered.

The woman pulled a pair of ornate wine glasses out of a cupboard and filled them, then we sat at her kitchen table. Outside, the rain settled into a lighter, steadier shower. We could still hear the odd clap of thunder, but they seemed more distant.

After a couple sips, the woman said, “So, I guess introductions are in order. I am Lucinda Verres. I am an artist and also teach visual arts at Eversham College. I’m fine with ‘Lucy’. That’s what most people call me.”

“Hello, Lucy. Nice to meet you,” I responded. “I am Mitch Walters. My career is rather boring compared to being an artist, I am afraid. Just operations manager for a grocery chain. The most artistic I have ever been was in high school and college. Some buddies and I had a heavy metal band for a few years. My music career never took off, though. I still play guitar for fun but haven’t performed publicly in more than a decade.”

“That makes up for the boring management part, I think. I enjoy music but couldn’t hold a tune to save my soul,” Lucy told me, giggling a little.

“What kind of art do you do?”

“A bit of everything, but mostly painting. Have you seen the mural on the new college building downtown?”

“Yes, I have. A mountain sunrise but kind of impressionistic. Quite spectacular. Is that yours?”

“I was the lead for the project. I designed the basic image and did a small painting of it. Then I worked with a couple colleagues and our students to do the full version. Come downstairs. I have a studio there where I work on projects.”

We took our wine and went downstairs. Lucy flipped on a light, and I found myself surrounded by a variety of images on canvas. There were people, still lifes, landscapes, and more. The style was similar among all of them. On a table were some rough clay sculptures. One was quite obviously an impressionist representation of a man and woman having doggie-style sex. Another was two men staring at each other with obvious erections. A third was a transwoman masturbating her large cock.

“Wow, your sculptures are ... um ... pretty hot,” I observed.

Lucy blushed and giggled.

“They are, aren’t they? Pouring out my frustrations, I guess. I do non-erotic ones, too, don’t worry.”

“Frustrations? Are you actually suggesting that a beauty like you isn’t getting laid?”

“Not every guy or girl wants someone like me,” Lucy said with a sigh.

I frowned, puzzled by what she meant. Then Lucy opened her robe, revealing a short, thick cock and balls dangling between her legs. It was an odd contrast with the spectacular and very feminine breasts and face on top. I had known transgender persons before but had never seen one this lovely. Or seen one naked, for that matter.

My eyes drifted from Lucy’s cock to the tats covering much of her body. It was a jumble of images that seemed to all run into each other; animals, birds, flowers, even humans. They seemed intended to blend into a single scene.

“Your tats are amazing,” I told her after a long look at them.

“Thank you. I see my body as another canvas for my art. Even my transition kind of fits with that. I design the images myself and work with a tattoo artist named Vince who applies them to my skin. It’s basically done now.”

Lucy slipped her robe off, letting it fall to the ground. Then she turned her back to me and pulled her hair aside. I moved closer, looking over the images. In the midst of a forest or maybe garden, a couple engaged in a passionate kiss. Their gender was ambiguous, probably deliberately given Lucy’s own gender identity.

My cock was getting the tense, tingly feeling that preceded arousal. I was not sure if it was the erotic art, the nude body in front of me, or just the whole situation.

“I have thought about tattoos before but never dared do it,” I said, “My ex-wife would have thought I had lost it. But now that I’m single ... yeah, maybe.”

Lucy turned to me. My eyes fell on her spectacular tits again. The tats came down onto the tops of them and into her cleavage, resuming below them on her belly. Little gemstone studs adorned both nipples. I pulled my gaze back to her face.

“I could design something for you,” the artist suggested. “We could start small, maybe something for your upper arms. If you liked that, then we could build from there.”

She reached out and caressed my left upper arm. Our eyes met.

“Maybe a vine wrapped around your arm,” she whispered, “With some flowers or something for colour.”

My state of arousal was getting almost unbearable. I untied my robe and dropped it to join hers on the floor. Our arms encircled each other, our mouths joined, tongues doing a gentle dance.

“My body is art, Mitch. Show me how much you enjoy my art,” Lucy purred.

Her fingers caressed my stiffening cock. I stroked hers, finding myself incredibly turned on by my first time touching another person’s penis.

“Let me take a closer look at your art, Lucy,” I whispered.

We kissed, then she led me upstairs to the large main bedroom on the top floor.

The bed was huge, maybe a king. An ornate mural of flowers and bushes covered two walls. In spots, I could see glimpses of nude bodies. Lucy turned down the bed and lay down. I climbed on top of her.

I began with kisses on Lucy’s mouth and neck. Moving slowly down, I kissed and licked her tattooed flesh. I lingered at the artist’s tits, sucking her nipples as I squeezed them with my fingers. The piercings worried me at first, but Lucy seemed to enjoy it when I played with them.

After enjoying Lucy’s tits, I continued downwards. I bypassed her cock for the moment, tempting though it was. Instead, I kissed my way down her right thigh to the knee, then ran my tongue up the inside. I repeated on the left, finishing by kissing her cock and sucking her balls.

“Roll over,” I urged.

Lucy turned over to lie on her belly. I pulled her ass cheeks apart to expose her little rosebud hole. After sliding my tongue along the crack of her ass a couple times, I rimmed Lucy’s hole with my tongue. Then I finished by probing her opening gently with a fingertip.

“There’s lube in the nightstand,” Lucy whispered.

“Perfect,” I responded.

In the drawer, I found the bottle of lubricant. I lubed the middle and index fingers of my right hand, then returned to my spot between her splayed legs.

“Over,” I said.

Once again, Lucy changed her position. Her cock was clearly getting hard. I slid my middle finger into her ass as I laid a kiss on her erection.

“Do it,” she hissed.

“As you wish,” I intoned, adding the second finger.

I took Lucy’s cock between my lips and sucked as I finger-fucked her bum. Soon, my nose was buried in her pubic hair. While I had never given head to a cock before, I knew what I liked when someone did it to me, so I tried to focus on that.

“Oh fuck!” my lover exclaimed.

Lucy’s cock spasmed between my lips, and cum flooded my mouth and throat. I swallowed as much as I could and kept going. My partner writhed and moaned as her climax went on, then went limp. I released her dick and got up. My own cock was now rock hard and oozing precum.

Lucy propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me expectantly.

“Ready to fuck a work of art?” she asked with a grin.

“I am ready to fuck almost anything right now. But fucking a work of art would take fucking to a new level.”

“Go for it, then, baby,” the artist said between giggles.

I grabbed the lube and greased my cock. Lucy slipped a pillow under her lower back to get a good angle. Then I mounted her and slid my cock into her tight hole. The sensation of her sphincter gripping my erection almost sent me over the edge.

“Do it, baby,” she urged, “Fuck this hot little piece of art.”

Not really needing another invitation, I fucked her ass with slow, steady strokes. Our eyes met, and Lucy caressed my body as I moved inside her.

“This is so so fucking hot,” she purred, “I love a man who appreciates my art.”

I grinned at that, then lay down on her. We kissed and rubbed against each other briefly, then I lifted myself on my arms and resumed fucking her.

Close to blowing, I tried to keep going slow to let my orgasm build. Finally, though, the dam broke. I gasped and then moaned as my cock erupted and filled Lucy’s ass with cum. Somehow, I managed to maintain the slow pace, dragging out my orgasm until I was completely expended. Then I collapsed on top of Lucy. She wrapped me in her arms and legs for a long cuddle with occasional kissing.

Our lust sated for the moment, we retrieved our robes from the basement studio and went to Lucy’s kitchen for more wine. The rain had let up, but I felt no inclination to go home. Lucy had gone from a random encounter at the pool to someone special in one heated encounter.

After a while, Lucy grabbed a pad and pencil. She sketched my right arm, then began drawing a tattoo on it. The artist’s fingers moved fast as she drew a vine with small leaves and flowers on it wrapped around my bicep. It ended at a larger flower with a pair of feminine lips poised for a kiss.

“Because you’re a good kisser and give great blowjobs,” she explained with a grin.

I laughed.

“Okay, I could handle having that on my arm. Your guy can do this?”

“Easily. Look at some of the stuff he did on my body. If you like, I can take a full body sketch of you so I can design more.”

“Make my body into a canvas like yours?” I asked her.

“Oo, now I’m getting ideas,” Lucy responded, eyes wide. “You can become my next work of art. If you want to, that is.”

While I had never even considered getting tattooed before, let alone becoming an artist’s canvas, somehow this all felt right. Maybe I had been seduced into it, or maybe I was just really impressed with Lucy’s ink. I had also never fucked or wanted to fuck a transgender woman before I met Lucy, and that had gone well so far.

“Lucy, I actually want that. Let’s at least get a design,” I told her.

We went downstairs to the studio, and I ditched my robe. Lucy cleared a space for me to stand. Then she guided me through several poses, drawing pictures of my body from several angles. She did not include a lot of detail, just enough to guide her when she designed the art she planned for my flesh. The artist did seem fascinated with my cock, sketching a detailed closeup of it between my thighs.

Finally, Lucy put the sketchpad and pencil aside. She walked over to where I stood and slipped off her robe.

“Sketching hot naked men gets me horny,” the artist explained as she dropped to her knees.

Lucy kissed my cock all over, then began to lick it. Her fingers fondled my balls. One pressed against my anus and massaged it.

“Is this going to be an artistic blowjob?” I asked, reaching down to run my fingers through her hair.

“Amen, baby. I will have you howling before this is over,” my lover purred.

My cock disappeared between her lips. I felt a gentle suction accompanied by caresses from her tongue. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of her lips wrapped tight around my erect penis. Somehow, I stayed upright, even though the warm feelings running through my body made me want to sink to the ground.

Lucy released my cock and moved around behind me.

“Spread your legs a bit,” she asked.

I did, then she pulled my ass cheeks apart. Her tongue ran up my perineum from my balls, then rimmed my back opening. She reached through with a hand to stroke my cock as her tongue explored my backside.

“Lean on the table over there,” she ordered.

Guessing which table she meant, I did as asked. Lucy grabbed something off the table. When she put the item back, I realized it was a bottle of lubricant. I braced myself.

Lucy’s finger entered my ass, sliding in until her hand was resting against my cheeks. She wiggled it, massaging my prostate. Her other hand reached through to stroke my cock some more.

Just as I came close to climax, Lucy released my cock and pulled out her finger. Moments later, two fingers entered me. I winced, but let her go on. The sensation turned from initial discomfort to pleasure. Getting fucked had not been something I expected, but that was what Lucy seemed to be prepping me for. I began to anticipate, somewhat nervously, her next move.

Lucy removed her fingers from my ass. She grabbed the lube again and returned it. I felt a pressure against my anus.

“Do you want this in you, baby?” the artist purred. “Do you want me to fuck your hot ass?”

Without really thinking, I responded in a loud voice, “Take me now.”

I felt shocked at the enthusiasm in my voice.

Lucy entered my ass slowly. She slid in just the head of her cock first, then pulled back. After a couple quick entries like that, Lucy slid in deeper. As she eased into me more and more, I began to like the sensation of having her cock inside me.

“I’m being fucked for the first time,” a voice said inside my head, “And it feels so good.”

Lucy moved her cock back and forth slowly, drawing things out like I had earlier. The sensation was incredible. I felt my own arousal building again.

Then Lucy took hold of my hips. She began driving her cock into me faster and harder. There was a noticeable impact each time her body met mine. My hard cock wobbled with the motions of our bodies. Precum oozed at the tip.

Lucy’s breathing got faster and heavier. Then she gasped and cried out. Her cock throbbed in my ass. That feeling put me close to the edge myself.

“Oh fuck, she’s cumming in me! This is amazing!” screamed the voice in my head.

When Lucy’s cock slipped free of my ass, she practically spun me around. Dropping to her knees, she resumed her blowjob. Once again, Lucy took it slow and easy, lips and tongue carefully working my stiff prick.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” I gasped.

Lucy nodded, clearly not wanting to release me even to speak.

I placed my hands on the back of her head to hold it, then moved my hips. My cock slid back and forth between Lucy’s lips and along her tongue. An intense feeling of sheer pleasure seized hold of me, flowing out from between my legs through my entire body.

“Oh fuck, yes,” I groaned, eyes closed and head thrown back.

Lucy kept working my cock, taking more and more of my seed down her throat. Then the powerful orgasm ended. My body relaxed. Lucy let go and stood up. We embraced and kissed.

“Shower?” she asked.

“Yeah, for sure.”

Under the warm spray in Lucy’s tub shower, we washed each other. Then we embraced, rocking in the spray as we kissed repeatedly.

Once clean, we dried off and retreated to Lucy’s bed where we made out some more. Neither of us seemed ready for more sex, though. Lucy pulled the covers over us. We snuggled and had a short nap together.

Over dinner, I told the artist, “That was quite an afternoon.”

“It was. I needed it, and it seems like you did, too.”

“I did. That was a few firsts for me, actually. So next step is to get me to your artist for at least the arm?”

“Yeah. And I’ll start working on the full design. I can probably show you in a few days. I do have other things to do.”

“As do I. So I will see you again in a few days?” I asked.

“Sooner, I hope. You enjoy making art with me, don’t you? You’re an artist now, too. My partner in art,” Lucy told me, a sly grin on her pretty face.

“Never thought of that as art, but that was definitely the best art show of my life. You were incredible.”

“Orgasms are an art form for me,” Lucy explained. “What are you doing tomorrow? I might need you to pose some more. I have to, you know, make sure I get this piece just perfect.”

I grinned, already wondering what art we might create next.