underclothes under the frock which I had brought with me, even though I had deliberately chosen the dress because of it low-cut bodice which revealed a daring amount of cleavage. True, I had known Anton for only a very short time, but I guessed that he would make no complaint if I tripped down the stairs with my bare breasts bouncing up and down under my virtually transparent camisole and my bottom cheeks jiggling enticingly, covered only by my skin-tight knickers.'
'I'll bet he made no complaint,' I said thickly, pulling at my trousers in a vain attempt to make more room for my rock-hard cock which was pushing up uncomfortably in my lap.
Katie looked down at the bulge between my legs and patted my shaft gently with her hand. A smile began to play about her lips as she said: 'Andrew, I don't want you getting over stimulated because you'll need all your strength later tonight. Perhaps it would be best if I stopped here and continued the story another time.'
'No, please don't do that, darling,' I begged her and added hopefully: 'I find this tale extremely exciting but I won't spend unless you pull out my cock and bring me off with your hand.'
The sweet girl wagged her finger in mock reproof as she giggled: 'Don't work me up, you naughty boy! All right, I'll quickly finish telling you what happened with Anton and then I shall go upstairs and get ready for dinner. Now, where was I? Ah yes, I opened the bedroom door and called out to Anton that I was ready for him and, as I expected, he was far from upset when he watched me walk slowly down the stairs in a state of deshabille.
'“You look truly magnificent, Katie,” he said in a husky voice as he picked up a large stick of charcoal. “Now go and sit on that stool over there and we'll begin.”
'For an hour or so I sat stock still as Anton worked assiduously. But then he threw down his pencil in disgust and groaned: “Katie, I am sorry but you will have to change into a less revealing set of clothes. I simply cannot carry on like this-it is absolutely impossible for me to concentrate on your face when my eyes keep wandering up and down your exquisite figure.”
'“Do they?” I said in as innocent a voice as I could muster. “Well, in that case, it's my fault for wearing an outfit which has distracted you. But let's have a break now and I can decide which of my dresses to wear.”
'“Very well,” he agreed. I sat on an easy chair and watched as he brewed a pot of coffee and then produced a bottle of Schnapps from his sideboard. The fiery liquor blended so well with the coffee that I was soon feeling totally relaxed, and when Anton again brought up the subject of what I should wear whilst he sketched me I smiled him and said: “Would it really solve the problem if I covered myself up? Whatever dress I wear, I suspect you might still be thinking of how I might look au naturel.”
'He did not reply but his dark eyes brightened as he slid his arm around my waist and murmured: “You know, some years ago when I first studied in Paris, the great Toulouse-Lautrec told me that even the most talented artist could never capture the essential spirit of a woman on canvas unless he first made love to her.”
'“That sounds very much like Toulouse-Lautrec who, despite his other physical deformities, was reputedly exceedingly well-endowed,” I rejoined with a giggle as a delicious tingling sensation spread out all over my body from my fast-moistening pussey. “I don't know how much truth there is in that maxim but I have a feeling that I am about to find out.”
'Anton smiled and leaned forward to kiss me. I responded immediately, sliding my tongue between his teeth as his tongue probed inside my open mouth. My senses began to dance when his hands moved under my camisole to fondle my bare breasts and, tearing myself away from his passionate embrace, I gasped: “Wait a minute, I must be careful not to crease these clothes or Mama might suspect something. So I had better take them off.”
'It only took a few seconds for me to undress and in no time at all I was standing in front of Anton in the nude. With a cheeky grin on my face, I said: “There you are, Mynheer, all the goods have been unwrapped so you had better make a purchase before they are wrapped up again.”
'“Oh, have no fear, I shall buy everything on offer! My only worry will be not to spend too much too quickly!” he retorted wittily as he pulled me down upon his lap and whispered in my ear: “Katie, I've been willing this moment from the very first instant I saw you.”
'The randy artist slipped his hands back onto my breasts, pressing them together and showering them with noisy wet kisses. Then Anton buried his face in my soft rounded spheres and lunged at my quivering nipples which instantly hardened under his lips. An erotic shiver sped through me when he nipped each one lightly between his teeth. Then he squeezed my breasts together, taking both titties in his mouth simultaneously, flicking each engorged cherry with his tongue before sucking them in a strong, powerful rhythm which caused me to moan with delight.
'My blood was now up. Climbing from Anton Is lap with my breasts smeared with a mix of perspiration and saliva, I slid to my knees in front of him and when I tugged open the buttons of his fly out sprang his thick, stiff cockshaft. I held the huge pulsing tool in my hands but, though Anton might well be disappointed, I was determined not to break my rule of never making love on meeting a man for the first time. However, it was with no little regret that I informed him that he could tit-fuck me although I would appreciate it if he too would undress so that I could enjoy the sight of his manly frame.
'Happily, Anton took this news in good part. To his credit, he did not sulk or attempt to persuade me to travel further than I wished to go-not that he could have persuaded me to do so-unlike some foolish young men I have had to deal with in the past who refuse to believe that when a girl says “no” she really means it.
'Anyhow, I must admit that, as he rapidly undressed, it took all my resolve to resist temptation when I gazed on his broad shoulders and deep chest which was lightly covered with curly hair-though it was his thick cock which most attracted me as it stood majestically upright between his muscular thighs.
'I dropped to my knees in front of him and, taking hold of his blue-veined boner, I fisted my hand at a great pace up and down his hot smooth shaft whilst I planted a big wet kiss on the wide ruby helmet. Then I pressed my breasts together and slid his throbbing love truncheon into the cleft between my firm, jutting titties.
'“Go on, Anton, cream my titties with your spermy jism,” I urged him, wrapping my fingers even more tightly around his cock as I continued to frig his palpitating prick. Now, I don't wish to boast, but no man has managed to hold back for more than a minute of this bosomy massage. Sure enough, very soon Anton moaned as, in a tumultuous climax, he let fly a tremendous fountain of frothy seed and sprayed a white necklace of sticky spunk across my breasts.
'With one hand I jerked his quivering shaft from side to side and with the other I smeared his copious emission over my rubbery nipples. Then I pulled his prick upwards and sucked his knob whilst he spurted the final gush of seed into my mouth.'
My own cock was now aching for similar treatment and I observed acidly that at least Anton was given the chance to relieve his frustration. Katie peered down at the tenting protrusion in my trousers and wrinkled her brow as she said thoughtfully: 'Unlike someone else, you mean? Now, I wonder who you can have in mind?'
'There's no prize for getting the right answer,' I replied as Katie shook her head, repeating that patience was a virtue and my prick would only have to wait a little longer for relief.
'Now, where was I?' she continued. 'Oh yes, Anton slumped back into a chair, exhausted from this thrilling little sexual exercise and his cock started to droop and hang limply downwards over his balls. But his eyes shone as he watched me massage my breasts with his cum until they gleamed wetly in the soft lambent sunlight and he let out a tine groan as I languorously, licked each finger in turn, savouring the salty tang upon my lips and tongue.
'“I trust there will soon be an opportunity for us to continue where we left off,” he sighed whilst we dressed ourselves. “Is there no chance of seeing you again before you leave Amsterdam?”
'“Probably not,” I said sadly as I walked across to his easel and stared at the bold sketch of my face which Anton had drawn before we let our emotions interrupt his work. “I'm afraid you'll have to finish this portrait from memory.”
Katie sighed and pointed to the picture which was hanging on the wall in front of us. 'About six weeks later Anton sent that painting of his young mistress to my mother with a letter saying that he hoped she would accept it in lieu of a portrait of her daughter. Actually, his note is tucked away behind the picture and you can read it for yourself.
She led me across to the wall and pulled out from the back of the frame a sheet of paper which she passed over to me. As Katie had said, after apologizing for not producing the commissioned work, Anton went on: You must forgive me, but I will not be able to portray Miss Judson in a manner which will reflect her radiant beauty and charm unless she is able to sit for me again in person.
'It's terribly vain of me to keep this note,' she remarked as she folded it back in its hiding place. 'But who knows? A letter from Anton Dourlein might one day be almost as valuable as one of his pictures!'
