A Portrait From Life - Sex Stories

A Portrait From Life

The Mission District is my home. San Francisco has been where my family has lived for generations. We were here long before the Anglos came to California. I live and work in my loft studio. It's located just a few blocks form the Mission San Francisco de Asís, established in 1776. My work is my life. It's also how I make a living. She came to me for a portrait. I did such work, but usually for Hispanic neighbors, or those who admired my ethnic paintings, both murals and more intimate works. These were intended to be hung in the home, by people who had the means to pay me and then brag that they had one of my pieces on their wall. I am Lorenzo, and I am an artist. She was Asian. One could see that, but one did not inquire into another's ethnicity. It was not done, unless there was an intimacy, or friendship. This was San Francisco. All were welcome here and many Asians had made their homes here over the decades of our history. But she was lovely and sensual. That was absolutely clear to me. As an artist I could appreciate that. She introduced herself as Gwendolyn. That was all. I didn't mind. I went by one name myself. Perhaps it was an affectation we both shared. Anyway, I knew who she was. Who didn't know the Lady Gwen? Her brothel, in Chinatown, was visited by many gentlemen of means, from around the world, when they stayed in our friendly city. I had heard that some gentlewomen stopped there on occasion, also. "I've seen your work. I admire it. Most of your work seems to ...

... reflect your heritage. That's understandable, I should think. But I do like your technique. Would you be good enough to create a portrait of me?" "Certainly. I'll paint for almost anyone who can afford me. You'd make a fine model. We could begin in about a week. I'm busy at the moment. Is that good for you, Gwendolyn?" "Yes. Perfect. However, we must be clear about one thing. I'm not aware that you work with nudes. Would that be a problem? I need a portrait of me disrobed." "I've done dozens of nudes. Most have gone to overseas markets. Some are in New York and Chicago. But they, admittedly, aren't my usual style. Personal portraits are seldom nudes. However, look at those few over in the corner. You may see how well I work from life, and with nudity." She went over to the corner. I could see her smiling as she pulled back the coverings from several paintings. Presently, she returned to me, held out her hand, and we shook. We arranged our first sitting for the following Friday afternoon, when the light would be perfect. The next week she arrived promptly. I pointed her to the screen, behind which she could undress, to prepare for the sitting. She just walked over to the couch I had in a darkened corner, disrobed, and placed her belongings on a cushion. She turned around and walked proudly to the silk and foam covered platform upon which I wanted her to pose. She was tiny; only about five feet tall. And her breasts were round, like firm apples. She was clean shaven in the groin ...