Finding Margarette

Prologue

"Wew! So damn hot!" I lifted a hand to wipe my sweaty forehead. The aircon is cold but painting this girl makes it difficult for me not to get hot especially when I remember our flirty encounters from my dreams. 

I looked at my nearly finished artwork. Admiring the girl looking directly at me from the canvas. "You are a product of my imagination! You are not for real!"

I heard a knock on the door. 

"Who's there?" I asked as I stand up lazily to open the front door.

We stared at each other without moving. 

"No! This isn't possible! Am I dreaming?" I wanted to slap my own face in disbelief. The girl on my painting came to life! She's here staring at me with her light brown eyes, she's in real flesh with her chilly cold cheeks and soaking wet jacket 'coz of the rain and me staring back at her with my still flushed face from imagining sensual and erotic stuffs.

I wanted to run inside the house and slam the door on her face but I can't even move a muscle.

"Hi!" She flashed me a wide smile as her eyes went directly inside the room, asking indirect permission for me to let her in.

"Oh! Hi! Sorry. Come on in. You're wet..." I nearly gulped my own saliva with that thought. "...with rain. How's your trip?"

How can I be so lucky? The girl from my painting is here, standing in front of me, for real! Towering with her almost 6 feet height. I haven't imagine her being this tall. 

She blankly stared at me as if confused with what I am saying. I ignored her questioning glare and went back inside to cover my painting with cloth.

I placed a new easel in front of the rug where I was sitting before she knocked and put a new canvas in it.

"Pull your jacket off. I want to us get started. Get naked!"

She just stared at me, unmoving. 

I smacked my own forehead. "Sorry. How rude of me! What am I thinking? It had been freezing cold coz it's raining outside and now with this cold aircon here... you might catch cold. I'll turn off the aircon first."

I used the remote control to turn off the aircon before turning around to face her.

"Now get naked. I need you now."

She seemed confused or should I say, hesitant.

I took a deep breath and went to where she's standing.

"Let me take off your clothes for you." I tried undressing her as I started to remove her jacket but she stopped me just before it fell on the floor.

"But... Margarette..."

How the f**k did she know about my real name? Hmmm! Interesting. She did her research I must say.

"Aren't you my new model? I requested a model from the agency for my nude painting. Enlighten me."

She gaze at me for some time before taking a deep breath.

"Yeah. I am your new model. Its just that this will be my first time posing nude so i'm kinda hesitant. This is new to me."

I shrug my shoulders. "That's what I thought that's why i'm trying to help you. I don't have that much time so I needed you to cooperate. We got to move fast or else i'll f**k up with my deadline. Think like you're alone in this room and get naked. Or should I be the one to undress you so you'll get comfortable with me being here?"

"Undress me please." I almost choked with her response. I was expecting her to take the first option.

"Oh-kay?"

I took a deep breath before I started undressing her. She seemed stiff for a model but her height and body built will pass.

I took her jacket off and let it fall on the floor. She's wearing this plain black shirt tucked inside her pants so I unbuckled her belt first before pulling her dress up. 

"Hmmm..." a weak growl came out of her mouth as I accidentally brushed my fingers on her flat belly.

A sweat ran down my brows and that's when I realized that i'm affected as much as she is. I hurriedly strip her shirt off to prevent myself from touching her nakedness.

"Take off your bra for me please." I requested. I'm not sure if I can unclasp it without squeezing on her boobies. I act professional when it comes to my models but I have undeniable hots for her eversince she showed up in my dreams.

I'm almost shaking as I unzipped her pants and hearing her hiss doesn't help either of us to cool down.

"Finish undressing and position yourself on the dais behind you." I turned around and walk back to my seat.

I prepared my brushes and paints for us to get started. 

"Are you re-...Oh!" She's lying on her side on the rug facing me with one hand supporting her head, looking at me intently and seductively.

I cleared my throat before speaking. I should have brought my water with me coz my mouth felt dry all of a sudden. 

"Let me know if you're comfortable with that position."

"Yeah. So ready for you, babe (almost inaudible)."

I mixed some paints on my palette and started outlining on the canvas. 

"So f*****g hot!" I murmured as my gaze roamed around her body. The sight of her nakedness almost made me speechless. She got this pretty face, much prettier than I thought she is. That oh so perfect curves, even perfect as i've seen them in my dreams, her rounded almost perfectly shaped breast proudly hanging just above her flat sexy tummy and her almost naked freshly shaved mound which made my mouth watered. She's more of a goddess than human to my sight now.

After a few strokes of paint on my canvas... I lowered my brush and put it back into the palette and stared at her directly in the eyes. "You know what? I can't paint you right now! I'm out of focus. I can't even concentrate. You're too painful to look at. Can I paint your body with my tongue instead?"