It was one of those wild Spring days where the wind was blowing so hard it was raining sideways. Most people were hunkered safely at home, which made it the perfect day to run into town to pick up a few things we needed. There would be no traffic, no crowds.

My husband Zach hated being dragged along on shopping trips, but he did it to make me happy. As empty nesters, I had been redecorating the house room by room, and occasionally needed his input and help.

Raincoats on, hoods up, we made the dash through the parking lot to the sliding door of the home goods store. We ran into a couple who were standing there waiting for the best opportunity to run to their car with their purchases.

“Oh, sorry!” I said breathlessly.

“It’s nasty out there,” replied a familiar voice. I took my hood down and had a look. It was a couple we used to spend a lot of time with in hockey rinks and ball fields. Ed and Linda’s sons had grown up with ours.

“Hey strangers! Long time, no see,” I said, greeting them with a warm smile. I had always liked them and was sad that our daily lives didn’t intersect anymore.

Zach and Ed quickly jumped into the conversation, and soon we had spent half an hour standing in the entryway of the empty store, catching up.

“Why don’t you guys come over and see our new house? We moved a couple of months ago. Ed has the fridge full of beer, and I’ll make some nachos just like old times,” Linda offered.

Of course, we already knew they had moved. Zach had been following Linda on social media for a long time. He didn’t try to hide the fact that he found her attractive. She was maybe five feet tall (in heels), and had very large breasts for her frame, which garnered a lot of male attention.

She was always posting very revealing pictures of herself, sometimes even in tiny bikinis. Linda was always very glamorous - long hair curled perfectly, full makeup, strong lipstick (which Zach commented was to leave a ring around his cock like a calling card), and her signature brightly coloured glasses. She wore at least one piece of leopard print every day - if it wasn’t visible, you knew it was under her clothes.

Ed, on the other hand, was shy and understated. His blond hair had turned white and thinned. He was easily six feet tall and still athletic thanks to many hours spent on the golf course. He was a financial advisor, making a very large salary plus bonuses, which allowed Linda to retire early and devote her attention to her passion of painting.

I could sense Zach’s eagerness to accept the invitation. It’s not like we had anything better to do. We looked at each other and silently agreed to go.

“Sure. That sounds fun,“ I said. “We’ll follow you.”

We made the run to our car and pulled out to follow Ed and Linda. As I normally did, I placed my hand on Zach’s thigh as we drove. I wasn’t surprised to find his cock hard and straining the material of his jeans.

“Somebody is excited,” I said as I gave his erection a good rub.

Zach shifted in the drivers seat. “She wasn’t wearing any leopard print,” he said with a smirk, knowing full well she was but it was hidden underneath her clothes today.

“I’ll have to distract them so you can sneak into their bedroom and steal a pair of her panties,” I teased. He moaned and strained even harder against his jeans.

“Fuck, Vanessa. Are you serious?”

“Maybe,” I said with a wink. “Would you like that?”

“Hell yeah!” he shouted just a little too eagerly.

“We’ll see,” I said as we pulled into the driveway of a big, modern, newly built house. I had to chuckle at the thought that they considered this downsizing.

Ed pulled into the three-car garage and left the door open for us to run inside out of the pounding rain. They welcomed us into their home and invited us to sit in their large open-concept family room while Ed and Linda moved to the kitchen. Ed grabbed three beers and came to sit with us while Linda threw together a pan of nachos.

We enjoyed an afternoon of catching up and reliving some fun times from the past. Eventually, Linda asked if we’d like to see around the house, which, of course, we did. It was immaculate with it’s bright, airy rooms whose only real colour came from the artful paintings on the wall. Most were vivid and playful, some were more muted and calm, but all told a beautiful story of a special place or captured a rare moment in time.

Their walls were like a private museum showcasing Linda’s paintings. I could have spent hours looking at all the subtle details that I missed at first glance. Even Zach, who wasn’t an art lover, was captivated.

When we stepped into the master bedroom, we were both floored. Hanging above the decadent King-sized bed was a life-sized, nude, self-portrait of Linda. We were both like deer in the headlights, unable to look away. We certainly aren’t prudes, but never expected to see such a revealing picture of Linda right in front of us.

Her flaxen hair seemed to sparkle in the light like flecks of gold had been mixed right into the paint. Her curls cascaded over her shoulders and obscured some of the pale flesh of her breasts. Red, swollen nipples that were set low on her large pendulous breasts peek through her locks. The soft curve of her belly led down to her smooth mound. Her thighs were spread wide enough that her silken lips were parted, offering a view of a hard clit and the darkness beyond.

It was Ed who broke the silence. “I’m a lucky man, aren’t I?” he said, chuckling at our reactions.

We both shook our heads in agreement and tried to pay attention to the rest of the tour - the ensuite and walk-in closet were beyond impressive. While in the closet, I spied Linda’s underwear drawer and quickly directed Zach’s attention to it with a knowing nod. He acknowledged me with a wink.

As we moved back towards the family room, Zach excused himself to go to the washroom. When he returned, he flashed me a glimpse of leopard-print in his hand, which he quickly shoved into his pocket. I felt my own panties getting damp at this naughty little task we accomplished.

I was helping Linda clean up our dishes when she quietly whispered, “You liked my picture? The one in the bedroom, I mean.”

“Yes! It was so… detailed,” I whispered back. “I can’t believe you were able to paint your own portrait so well. I’m sure Ed loves it!”

She giggled. “He sure does! I think Zach would love one of you. Would you ever let me paint yours?”

I coughed in surprise, not expecting that kind of proposition. “Ummm…I never really thought about it before.”

“Well, give it some thought. I’d really like to try some more boudoir portraits, and you would make a great model,” she said while looking me over from head to toe.

I swallowed hard, very self-conscious about where this conversation had gone.

Thankfully, our conversation was interrupted by Zach standing and announcing it was time to go home. We thanked Ed and Linda and made our way to the door.

“Remember my offer,” she whispered in my ear while I hugged her goodbye. My whole body shivered.

“What was that all about?” Zach asked when we got in the car.

“Oh nothing. She was just saying we should get together soon,” I replied. It wasn’t a lie.

Later that evening as we were getting ready for bed, Zach passed me a leopard-print thong. It was Linda’s. I had forgotten all about it after her offer. He leaned down to kiss me hard after brushing his teeth, his cock already rigid.

“Put these on and nothing else when you come to bed,” he instructed.

Fuck! I nodded silently in acknowledgement.

As I entered the bedroom, Zach was sitting naked on the bed, hand stroking his cock as he watched me. My long, dark hair was hanging over my breasts, my rosy brown nipples were hard and puckered in anticipation. The leopard-print thong was already damp. My hips swayed seductively, my full breasts jiggled with every step, my eyes locked on Zach’s as his hand stroked his cock.

I climbed into my side of the bed, and he was immediately straddling me, rubbing his wet tip all over the leopard-print thong as though he were claiming his territory. Soon he nudged my legs open with his knee and climbed between them, lining his cock up with my pussy lips.

His fingers roughly pulled the thong aside as he slid his tip into me. Then in one smooth motion, he buried himself inside me before withdrawing and doing it again and again. My breasts were jiggling with every thrust, my moans getting louder and louder until I was begging Zach for release. He was pounding into me so fast and hard that I couldn’t catch my breath as my body was writhing in pleasure.

Soon I felt him begin to tense and knew he was about to fill me with his seed. My nails dug into his back as we both found that sweet release. We clung together until the trembling and twitching stopped, then he slid out of me and rolled back to his side of the bed.

“Those are great panties!” he quipped. “What a great idea you had.”

I giggled in agreement and kissed him good night, but I had trouble sleeping. Linda’s offer kept swimming in my head. I had to admit I was intrigued, but by what? Was it the thought of surprising Zach with a portrait, or was it the thought of posing nude for Linda and seeing myself through her eyes? I didn’t know the answer.

After a couple of sleepless nights, I decided to text Linda. “I think I’d like to know more about your offer.”

The reply was quick. “I thought you would. Get Zach to drop you off tomorrow on his way to work. We’ll get a start on it.”

Shit. Did she mistake my question for a yes? “I didn’t say yes…”

“You will,” she said confidently. “See you in the morning!”

Strangely, I slept like a baby that night for the first time since our encounter. I took particular care shaving and grooming myself that morning, just in case. I wasn’t sure what “in case” might be, but I wanted to be prepared.

Shortly before 8:30 am, Zach dropped me off at Linda’s door with a kiss, not even questioning what I was doing there. I nervously rang the bell and disappeared inside after giving him a brief wave.

We made small talk for a few moments over a cup of coffee, and then Linda grabbed my hand and led me towards her studio. I remembered briefly looking in the door the first time I had been there, but never really paid much attention. It was very well organized - paints, brushes, canvases and photographs all in their place. There were two different-sized easels and a flat work table.

Over in the corner by the windows was a fancy, antique, red velvet fainting couch, flooded by natural light. I hadn’t noticed it the other day - had Linda brought it in specifically for today? My heart skipped a beat.

“Why don’t you take those clothes off while I set up?” Linda ordered.

“I think maybe you misunderstood. I just had some questions…”

“I didn’t misunderstand anything,” she interjected. “You want to pose for a portrait, but you’re nervous and overthinking it. Don’t do that. Trust me. Just take your clothes off and do it. It’s so freeing!”

I knew she was right. My trembling fingers reached for the buttons of my blouse, slowly undoing them. I shrugged off my blouse, laid it on a chair, and started unbuttoning my jeans. As I wiggled them over my hips, Linda whistled, making me laugh and cutting the tension.

Being nervous, I kept my red silk bra and panties on. I figured I’d be told when it was time to remove them. Linda eyed me up and down and smiled.

“Zach is a lucky man. You really are beautiful,” she said softly.

The compliment made me blush. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and could also feel a warm tingling deep in my core. My pulse was throbbing so loudly in my head, I couldn’t really hear anything else. I had to remind myself to breathe.

“Vanessa?” I jumped as she touched my hand.

“Sorry! I tuned out there for a minute,” I explained.

“I said why don’t you have a seat on the couch. I’m going to take some pictures in different poses to see what you like. We’ll find one that works.”

We spent the next few minutes trying different positions. Linda had cranked some music and was giving me some directions as she shot picture after picture. I had to admit it was fun once I loosened up and pretended to be a model at a shoot. Lots of risqué shots had us both laughing by the end.

When she had taken enough shots, Linda sat beside me and started swiping through the pictures, looking for the best pose to paint. Having her sitting so close was unnerving. She smelled so good - like orange blossoms and eucalyptus. Her golden hair was sparkling in the sunshine. I swallowed hard and tried to focus on selecting a pose.

We settled on one, and Linda’s hand reached to unclasp my bra. “Time to bare all!”

I swallowed hard as I let the bra slide off my shoulders. Linda took it and nodded at my panties, waiting for me to take them off. I shimmied them over my hips and stepped out of them. Linda looked me over and smiled. Then her hand came up to pinch my nipple, which was already hardening under her gaze.

“We need to get them nice and big and flushed for maximum effect!” she said with a devilish smile.

I felt my body react to her, unlike it ever had with a man. She had ignited a curiosity deep inside of me, a yearning I had never felt before. I noticed her feminine curves, the melodic notes in her voice, the sparkle in her grey eyes, the steadiness of her hands - a stark contrast to my trembling ones.

My breath caught as she took both her hands and placed them on my rosy nipples, her index fingers and thumbs rolling them back and forth and pulling them. I felt the gush of nectar start to trail down my thighs.

“Okay! Assume your position,” she said as she moved to stand behind the easel, placing dabs of paint on her palette.

I nervously arranged myself in the pose we had selected. The solid bass beat of the music was barely covering the loud thumping of my heart, which was threatening to beat right out of my heaving chest.

Linda set her palette down and grabbed her camera, coming over to adjust me properly, then snapping a few more pictures from different positions. She gave my nipples another tweak, then spread my legs at the perfect angle. Her fingers grazed my wetness, much to my embarrassment.

“Perfect!” she whispered as she licked her fingers suggestively.

Fuck!

She retreated behind the easel, picked up a brush and began to paint. She was humming along with music as she worked, only stopping to come over and pinch my nipples when they started to flatten.

After a while, she set her brush down and grabbed a drink of water. I was mesmerized by the droplet that dribbled down her chin and down into the valley between her breasts. “It’s too warm to work in here. You don’t mind if I strip down a bit, do you?”

Mind? She had to have seen the reaction my body had to her. “Of course not.”

She dropped her hands and began unbuttoning her white shirt. My eyes were glued to her, watching as she slid it off her shoulders, revealing the leopard-print bra. I chuckled - Zach would love to see her wearing that. Or even better, he’d love seeing it on the floor.

Next she popped the button of her jeans and wiggled as the tight fabric slid over her hips and thighs. Her panties were similar to the ones Zach had taken… I wondered if she had even missed them. Seeing her standing there in her underwear made the wetness pool between my thighs.

Linda was beautiful, soft and sensual. In that moment, I knew that I wanted her.

She came back to stand over me. I expected her to tweak my nipples again, but this time she lowered her head, wrapped her lips around my areola, and sucked. I couldn’t help letting a moan escape my lips. She looked up at me and smiled, then moved to the other nipple, sucking and teasing it.

And then, abruptly, she went back to painting. I had to admit I was disappointed. There was a new tension in the air. But that disappointment was short-lived. The next time she came over, my hand reached up to cup her breast while she ran her tongue over my nipples. I had never felt a breast before, so it was a new experience for me.

My hand slid around to her back to release the clasp of her bra. She shrugged it off her shoulders, letting her large breasts fall forward. I ran my fingers over her nipples, lightly squeezing her pale flesh, seeing and feeling her body react.

Linda’s expert tongue and fingers on my nipples were making my hips writhe. I could feel my orgasm building deep in my core. I felt the heat as her fingers moved lower down my body, playing with my belly button and moving steadily lower. She cupped my smooth mound while letting her fingertips flutter over my clit.

“You are so fucking wet!” she exclaimed.

I moaned and nodded in agreement as her fingers slid up and down my folds. In one swift movement, her index and middle finger plunged deep into me, making me gasp. She methodically slid them in and out while her thumb circled my engorged clit. She knew exactly what she was doing.

She leaned forward to rub her nipples over mine, the sensations sending chills through my whole body. She expertly worked my button until I felt myself ready to explode.

“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to squirt all over you,” I warned her.

To my disappointment, she did stop. Fuck. Why did I say anything?

But then she slid down my body until her mouth was at my lower lips. I felt her tongue drag up and down my labia. I jolted when it ran over my clit. My whole body was trembling as my thighs clenched around her head and my hands played with my aching breasts. I could feel that low rumbling deep inside me threatening to burst out.

When Linda’s mouth closed over my clit and sucked hard, she was rewarded with my nectar squirting into her mouth.

“O.M.G. You weren’t kidding!” Linda gasped, before diving back in for more.

She made me squirt three more times before lying beside me on the couch. When my body finally stopped trembling, I leaned over and captured her red rosy nipple in my mouth, savouring those first few sensations of sucking a breast - the texture, the taste, the way it grew in my mouth. Her skin was so soft and delicate.

I went back and forth between both breasts, not wanting one to feel left out. When she was moaning and writhing from my actions, I allowed my hand to slip lower on her body to a place I had never wanted to go before, but the desire in that moment was overwhelming.

Sliding beneath the waistband of her panties, my hand glided over a neatly trimmed landing strip, before exploring her warm, wet lips, parting them slightly as I stroked, my mouth still working her nipples.

Something caught my attention, and I paused. “Did you hear something?” I asked.

Linda shook her head, “No. Don’t stop…”

Then I heard it again. The doorbell. “Shit, Linda! There’s someone at your door.”

“Ugghh,” she grumbled as she raced to throw on her jeans and shirt, leaving her bra lying on the ground. I also took the opportunity to get dressed while she went to the door.

Linda opened the door, looking slightly more dishevelled than usual. Zach looked her up and down, quickly noticing there was no bra underneath her thin shirt. “Hey, is Vanessa still here? Thought I’d pick her up on my way home for lunch. She wasn’t answering her phone.”

“Oh, sorry! We were busy and not checking our phones.”

“Busy?” he asked, his mind wandering given Linda’s appearance.

I recognized Zach’s voice and went out to greet him.

“Hi, Honey! I wasn’t expecting you until later. I’ll go grab my stuff,” I said as I gave him a brief kiss and went back to the studio to collect my things.

As we were leaving, Linda said, “We’ll have to finish that project very soon. I’ll call you tonight.”

“Sure, sounds good,” I replied with a wink.

Linda leaned in to hug me and whispered in my ear, “I hope Zach is enjoying those panties he took the other night.”

Fuck. She knew!

Without missing a beat, I whispered back, “We sure did!”