Off The Wall - Sex Stories

Off The Wall

... a non-Jenna fantasy. Perhaps a meet up from Lush Stories would work. Maybe I could build a new fantasy based on a boss/intern or a nurse/patient story. I was tired, and nothing was jumping out to tease me away from the thought of Jenna. Maybe I imagined hearing a quiet voice off to the side that said, "Hey, you should think of me." There is an oil painting of a naked woman on my bedroom wall. The painting has some history, though I am vague on most of it. I do know that the painting hung on the wall in my grandfather's finished basement when I was a kid. When he moved to Florida, the painting moved to my father's den. It hung in the corner there, mostly blocked by a filing cabinet. In time, my parents retired and moved to Florida. When my dad passed away, we found the painting in the closet of the guest bedroom. None of my siblings had a place for it, and so it came to my house. I found my great-grandmother's name written on the back on the frame, with the date 1911. I've always assumed that she was the artist, not the model. My wife agreed that the painting should be on a wall, and not hidden in a closet. We ended up putting it on the wall in our bedroom, above the desk for my laptop. The painting is 18 by 24 inches. The background is several panes of color, suggesting a draped stage. It is designed to draw all attention to the model. She is lying on her back, looking at the ceiling, with her hips turned towards the viewer. She has short, darker red hair, small breasts, ...

... and wide hips. There is a hint of pubic hair. I have always liked the painting, but I had never paid much attention to it. Until that night. I thought I had imagined the voice. When I turned to look, I did a double take. Her head was turned toward me. Her eyes were open. They were very blue. She had a hint of a smile. The voice that I had imagined playfully hinted, "Show me." I gently kicked the sheet off, and I raised my cock for her inspection. Her eyes flared in appreciation, and she turned her shoulders toward me. She lifted her chin, challenging me to show her more. I started to stroke my cock, and her hand slid down to tease between her legs. It was very erotic to watch her watching me. Her eyes were flitting between watching my hand stroking my cock, and my eyes as I watched her. My eyes were following the motion of her fingers and the track of her eyes. I was breathing hard, and my hand was flying up and down my cock. Her mouth fell open as her breathing increased. I was very taken with the way the rise and fall of her chest was lifting her breasts. Her eyes registered the focus of my eyes, and as she glanced down to follow my gaze to her breasts, her nipples crinkled up into perky points of lust. I felt the beginnings of my orgasm gathering at the base of my cock. I knew I was filled with enough lust and pent up frustration to stoke out two that night, so I didn't even think to slow down. I did stop to reach out and snatch a couple of tissues from the box on the desk ...