Laura looked out of the window. It was warm and sunny which was always nice in San Francisco. Even in the Fillmore district the fog would often intrude, blanketing the city in cold, damp misery. But today it was warm and sunny and so she was just wearing a summer top and shorts.
Laura should be doing her schoolwork. Her term paper for her art history course was due on Monday so she had just the weekend to finish it. Actually, to start it since she’d procrastinated for so long. But her body wasn’t letting her think. She hadn’t had sex for ages and that built up inside her like an itch that needed to be scratched. Her nipples were super-sensitive, something that she knew wouldn’t go away until she fucked someone. In the meantime, she knew she’d have to give herself some release if she was going to be able to concentrate and break the back of her paper that day. The borderline between art and pornography. It had seemed a good idea when she’d suggested it as a topic. Who wouldn’t want to look at porn on the internet as part of their schoolwork? But now she actually had to write the paper it seemed less appealing. And her body wasn’t even letting her get started.
She pulled her top over her head, releasing her aching nipples, then slipped off her shorts and panties so that she was naked. She lay on her side, posing, and imagined herself as a classical nude. She had the right kind of curvy figure, breasts nicely proportioned to her body, long dark-brown hair that reached to the middle of her back, Rubenesque hips. She could imagine herself as a classical sculpture, a reclining nude, her pale white skin not that different from marble. A photo of her like that would definitely be art, she thought, although classical nudes didn’t normally recline on an unmade bed.
But she hadn’t taken her clothes off to be arty. If anything she’d taken her clothes off to be pornographic, at least if someone had been taking photos. She caressed her breasts, not quite touching her little pink nipples, teasing herself. She could feel her nipples harden, anticipating the moment that she would give in and rub her fingers across the sensitive tips. She could feel her pussy awakening. She didn’t need to touch herself to know she’d already started to get wet. She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. Finally she touched her nipples, sending shivers of excitement down across her belly into her pussy. She squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the additional little twinges of excitement that the pressure created.
Laura let one hand wander down across the smooth skin of her stomach while the other continued to stroke a nipple, pinching it a little harder now. Her fingers slipped across the mound where her hair used to be, shaved most recently in the shower that morning. As if automatically, her legs opened as her hand approached. She moved lower, stroking just her fleshy outer lips, not yet allowing herself the luxury of entering deep furrow where the most sensitive folds hid, not yet putting any pressure on them, just enjoying the feel of her fingers on their polished smoothness. Gradually she started to press her outer lips more firmly, indirectly starting to rouse her clit.
Now her other hand left her breast and descended until it found the top of her cleft, the indentation that was as far as she could see of her own body. Not that she needed to see, her fingers knew their way by touch. She spread her fingers, opening up her sex and exposing her clit. She let the finger that had been stroking her outer lips finally enter her valley, finally touching her inner lips. She pushed her finger lower, just the fingertip barely in her opening. She was wet, of course, as she already knew. Keeping her finger between her lips, she moved it back up towards her clit, trailing a little of her juice as she went, enjoying the small spasms of pleasure that it induced. She stopped before she got to her clit, letting the tension continue to build. That would be dessert and she was still on the main course.
She pushed her finger back down between her inner lips, allowing it to penetrate herself a little deeper this time, feeling her body first resist and then yield to admit her. It had been so long since she’d had a cock there and her finger wasn’t the same. She moved her finger back and forth in the entrance, gently fucking herself and feeling her body relax even more. She started to stroke herself in long strokes, each starting just below her untouched clit, down between her lips and as deep into her cunt as her finger could reach. She felt her arousal starting to build, felt her distant climax starting to come much closer.
Suddenly an image came out of nowhere into her mind. It was Manet’s Déjeuner sur l’herbe, a painting of a naked woman sitting on a picnic with clothed 19th century men. She imagined she was that woman. She was sitting there, not just naked but masturbating. The men couldn’t look away. Their eyes followed her finger as it slid down between her pink lips and vanished inside her. She spread her lips a little more, opening her sex wider, imagining the men inspecting her. They were fully clothed but she knew she was making their cocks hard. Uncomfortably hard inside their clothes.
The next time she brought her finger back out of her cunt and up between her lips, she finally let it touch her clit. Her body jerked as lightning bolts of arousal shot through her body from that first touch. Slowly she circled her fingertip around her clit, ratcheting up the tension of her approaching orgasm. She would come while the clothed Frenchmen watched her climax, la petite mort, the little death. She lifted one leg and reached around underneath with the hand that had been holding her lips open. She slipped first one and then two fingers into herself. She started to fuck herself roughly with her fingers while her other hand continued to coax mounting pleasure from her clit.
She felt her orgasm approaching like a gale rushing in from the distance. And then it was on top of her, an explosion of bliss radiating out from her cunt to her fingertips, her toes, her scalp. She heard a long moan as if it were from someone else. As she imagined the men in the painting watching her spellbound, her body was consumed by wave after wave as her climax flooded through her body. Gradually it died away, the waves becoming ripples until, finally, her body was quiet.
She opened her eyes and lay there for a moment. No longer the classical nude, she was on her back with her legs spread wide and her fingers still in her sex. But why was it porn if she opened her legs and art if she didn’t. Black and white nudes with no labia, respectable, exhibit at SFMOMA. Color photos with labia, not respectable, banish to North Beach.
Laura stood up. At least the ache in her body for sex would be gone for the rest of the day. She sat down, still naked, at her desk. She had no idea why Manet’s painting had come to mind while she masturbated but she realized it would make a good opening hook for her term paper. It was a painting that had shocked 19th century France when it first appeared in the Salon des refusés. It was a painting of two fully clothed men eating a lunch in a forest clearing with a couple of naked women, one solidly in the foreground and the other barely noticeable in the distance. It was only scandalous because the men were in contemporary dress, whereas it would have been classical, old-fashioned even, if the painting had been set in ancient Greece with the men in togas. Somehow the men being in modern dress had turned it from art into pornography.
Laura’s fingers typed away, surprised and pleased that masturbation hadn’t simply calmed her body down enough that she could work, it had unexpectedly inspired her.
She thought back to classical painting and sculpture. Were all those nudes really art or were they the pornography of the day, dressed up in the guise of fine art to make it respectable. Who could look at Michelangelo’s David and doubt that Michelangelo was gay, just from looking at his lovingly carved body? OK, mostly his lovingly carved cock and balls. You couldn’t even look at it without thinking of sex, and isn’t that what pornography is all about. If he came to life and stepped down off his pedestal, Laura wouldn’t say ‘no’ if he asked. Actually, she’d rather he didn’t ask, rather he just took her without giving her a choice. Laura shook her head. She must concentrate and get the paper finished, not keep getting distracted by her body’s sexual hunger.
Finally, Laura hit save for the last time. The first draft of her paper was done. She’d come back and work on it some more, of course, but the sunny day beckoned outside the window.
She decided to go to the park and read a book for a bit. Still naked, she stood up, pulled on a summer skirt and a coordinating top. She looked at the table by her bed. She was in the middle of Moby Dick but was finding it hard going. But she grabbed the book and a blanket and walked over to Alta Plaza park, a block of green grass at the top of the hill, spread out the blanket, put on her sunglasses, put down her bookmark and started to read.
After she’d been reading for quarter of an hour, there was suddenly a strong gust of wind. The bookmark that was lying on the rug beside her flew into the air and halfway across the park to land near the feet of a man standing in the distance taking a photograph. Laura leapt to her feet to go after it but the man bent down, picked it up and started across the park to where Laura stood by her rug.
Laura looked at him as he walked over. Unusually for such a hot day he was wearing a jacket and long pants. He had the look of one of those people who can go to the thrift store, and in ten minutes throw together a unique look. As he got closer Laura could see that he was tall and slim, very different from her own curvy body. He looked down at her book as he approached.
“Call me Ishmael,” he said, standing waving her bookmark in front of his face like a fan. Laura looked a bit puzzled.
“It’s the opening sentence of Moby Dick,” the man continued. “The narrator’s name is Ishmael.”
“It’s so long since I read the beginning of the book, I’d forgotten how it started. It’s a bit heavy going. I keep stopping and reading something lighter.”
“You have to be very interested in whaling to read some bits,” the man said. “It kind of tells you more than you want to know about whaling. Too much information, as the saying goes. And all the allegorical stuff makes it heavy going.”
“Not to mention just plain heavy, given how long it is. It breaks my wrist if I try and read it in bed.”
“My name’s not really Ishmael, of course. It’s David.”
“Hi, I’m Laura,” she said, shaking his hand.
“I think this is yours,” David said, handing her the bookmark ceremoniously.
“Thanks. It’s got sentimental value. I’d have been sorry to lose it.”
“Present from the sailor that rescued you from the pirates?”
She laughed. “Nothing so romantic. An ex-boyfriend actually.”
“Well, that was presumably romantic.”
“Yes, it was. Pretty intense, actually.”
David casually sat down on her rug as if he was a good friend of hers. “So what happened that your romantic boyfriend became an ex?”
Laura sat down too. “His job got moved to New York. It didn’t take long for us to discover than neither of us were interested in a transcontinental relationship. Long distance relationships have some pluses but mostly minuses.”
“Too many phone bills and not enough sex,” David said smiling.
Laura knew she was being challenged. Would she change the subject or take the bait?
“Not enough, true. But really good. Filet mignon once a month, rather than hamburger whenever you want it.”
“Yes, that was my one experience of a long distance relationship too. I bet you used to have long dirty phone calls.”
“I suppose everyone does,” Laura said. “Didn’t you?”
“Of course. I bet you masturbated for him on the phone too.”
Laura paused for a moment before saying, “I’ll take the 5th amendment on that one, I think. Do you often walk around the local parks asking women about their sex lives?”
David laughed. “No, I’ve never done it before. I just came to give you your bookmark back. I’m not quite sure how we got onto the subject.” David paused. “So how’s it these days?”
“How’s what?”
“Your sex life.”
Laura paused for a moment, wondering whether to tell him off for being so personal or to tell him the truth.
“Non-existent, to be honest. Masturbating on the phone would be an improvement.”
“You mean as opposed to masturbating on your own.”
Laura said nothing, not quite sure what to say.
“Let me see,” he said. “It’s Saturday, don’t have to get up for work or school. I bet you did this morning.”
Laura felt herself blush slightly as if she’d been caught out doing something she shouldn’t.
“Actually I got up early because I had a term paper to work on.”
“Oh, so I was wrong.”
Laura looked away. “No, you were right,” she said quietly.
“So,” David said, “the big question is what did you fantasize about?”
Laura thought back and laughed. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me.”
“No, it’s personal. And besides it’s too…well, it’s actually pretty pretentious.”
“Now you’ve really got my interest. You’ve got to tell me.”
“No, I’m shy.”
“But it sounds so intriguing.”
“OK. But you must promise not to laugh. You know the Manet painting Dejeuner sur l’herbe?”
“Yes, the one that scandalized le tout Paris.”
“Well, I imagined I was the naked girl in the painting, sitting there surrounded by a couple of fully-dressed 1850s Frenchmen.”
“And what were you doing?”
“They were watching me as I, well, as I touched myself. As I…I’ve never told anyone anything like this…as I made myself come.”
“So what made you think of that?”
“I have this term paper on art and pornography, and I suppose that was one painting that I had been thinking of. We look at it as firmly art today but back then I think it was taken more to be scandalously libidinous.”
“So it’s a painting just like us here, sitting on the grass.”
“Except I’m not naked.”
“I bet you look great naked. I’d like to see that.”
Laura realized that she didn’t know why but she wanted to do it for David. But it just wasn’t practical. “It’s too public. I can’t.”
“Show me a bit more then.”
Laura thought for a moment, wondering whether to take up the challenge. She looked him directly in the eyes as she reached down and slowly worked her skirt higher up her thighs. Just as in her fantasy that morning, David’s eyes were glued to her body as more and more of her pale skin came into view. She knew without looking that his cock was rock hard. She parted her legs a little. From the angle where he was sitting she knew he would be able to see her panties. She was wearing a thong, so just a narrow strip of white material covered the swell of her pussy before vanishing between the cheeks of her ass.
“Come on,” he suddenly said. He leapt to his feet, grabbed Laura’s hand and pulled her to her feet, grabbed her blanket and book and set off almost dragging her across the park.
He didn’t ask her anything, he simply opened the door to his car and she got to the passenger seat. He started to drive. As if by agreement they made casual small talk, avoiding anything the slightest bit sexual. But there was a strong sexual tension in the air. Laura had that tight feeling between her legs, a feeling of anticipation, a thrill of something unknown, an unexploded bomb.
He drove south to the freeway and then onto Skyline Boulevard, up onto the ridge above the peninsula where the road began to run through the forest. Finally he pulled into a parking lot beside the road. He grabbed the blanket again from the rear seat and the two of them set off on a path into the trees. He turned off the main trail onto a tiny path and after just a few minutes they came to a small grassy clearing in the woods, hidden from all directions by trees and thick undergrowth.
David laid out the rug and sat down. Laura knew what she had to do. She pulled her top off over her head, reached behind and unclipped her bra and dropped it to the ground. Then she pushed her thumbs into the elastic waist of her skirt and pushed it down until it fell to her ankles under its own weight. She stood there in just her thong. She slowly turned around, feeling his eyes on her body, feeling his desire pulling at her thong. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pushed it down until her shaved pussy came into view. David said nothing, not wanting to break the spell, but watching every move.
Laura lay down on the rug. She spread her legs so David could finally see her pussy, see the pink lips that guarded her entrance. She reached down and slightly spread her outer lips, an intimate gesture revealing everything to his intense gaze.
With that hand she started to lightly stroke her inner lips, just as she had that morning. Except that this time, instead of imagining being in a forest with a fully clothed man, she really was living the painting as she’d imagined. She was surprised how wet she was, how turned on she was putting on the most blatant sexual exhibition she’d done in her life, and for an almost complete stranger rather than a boyfriend.
Laura continued to masturbate, watching David watching her. David finally moved over towards her and kissed one of her knees. While she continued to caress herself, David worked his way up her thigh, planting little kisses in a line all the way up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh until finally he was lightly kissing her smooth fleshy outer lip. She moved her finger away and closed her eyes as David’s tongue started to lightly nudge her inner lips, running up the gap between inner and outer lip before running back down the gap on the other side, for the time being ignoring the deeper furrow between them.
Laura felt David’s fingers on her outer lips gently opening up her sex. Then his tongue was at her opening, gently pushing slightly into her, circling in the entrance to her cunt, sending spasms of pleasure spiraling off through her body. His tongue slid up between her lips, almost touching her clit, already hard and aching for contact. Then back down to her opening, pushing a little deeper into her cunt this time. The next time his tongue slid up the length of her slit he finally let the very tip of his tongue touch her clit. Laura’s body whole twitched as if electrified.
David started to circle his tongue on her clit. She could feel a finger sliding into her wet cunt. While his tongue stroked pleasure from her clit, his finger started to fuck her slowly and gently, caressing shivers of excitement from inside her.
Laura opened her eyes to take in the scene. She was lying naked on her back in the clearing in the forest, David, still fully clothed with his face buried in her pussy, his tongue pleasuring that tiny pink button of delight between her legs, his finger wriggling inside her. She wished she had a camera to record her own Dejeuner sur l’herbe, for she knew that a day quite like this would never happen again.
Laura felt her climax starting to build up inside her. It was like one of those romantic orchestral pieces building up to a finale, predictable far before the end of the piece. Each stroke of David’s finger inside her cunt tightened modulated the music a little more, each lick of David’s tongue sparkled on her clit and brought the piece closer to its final notes. He seemed to know just how hard and fast he should touch her body. He was like a conductor in front of an orchestra, bringing the entire ensemble to a coordinated crescendo. Just as her orgasm approached he backed off a little so that the very last few notes were a largo growing agonizingly slowly to the final few bars. Her orgasm burst through her body, a sequence of crashing chords one after another, growing first impossibly loud and then gradually fading away as David’s finger inside her brought the piece to a close like the conductor’s baton signaling the last few beats of the music.
Laura moved and started to undo the button on David’s pants. While she was working on that, David slipped off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He took off his shirt at Laura pulled his pants down, grabbing his briefs for good measure. In a moment David was naked, his cock erect and rock hard.
Laura wrapped her hand around it. It was thick and wide, rather than long, its circumcised head pink and tasty and scarily large.
“Wow, Moby Dick,” she said just before she bent down and experimentally licked him before wrapping her lips around just his cockhead, flicking the tip of it with her tongue. David groaned. Laura loved the way a man dissolved in bliss when she took his cock into her mouth. The most aggressive men would melt into passivity, soaking up the pleasure that her tongue dispensed.
Laura swept her tongue around the rim of David’s cockhead, eliciting another moan. She started to move him in and out of her mouth a bit, feeling the huge knob sliding over her tongue. At the same time she started to stroke his shaft with her hand. “Oh, you’re so good at that,” David whimpered. Laura brought her other hand up and cradled David’s balls, feeling their weight as she caressed them.
She reached down between her legs with the hand that had been caressing his balls and pushed a finger between her own lips so that it was coated with her juices. Then she returned to cradle his balls. All the time she was slowly stroking his shaft and fucking his cockhead with her mouth. The slick finger slipped back behind David’s balls until it found his asshole. David moaned again as she circled her slick finger on his asshole and then pushed just the tip of her finger into his tight ring. With her fingertip she started to gently fuck his asshole, creating another source of pleasure to him to go with her hand on his shaft, her tongue on his knob and her palm stroking his ballsack.
She knew David couldn’t take much more of this and that she could bring him to a thunderous climax quickly. She was tempted to do that. She loved the feel of a man coming in her mouth, the way his cock would jerk and fire warm jets into her throat. She would move her head off so she could watch the last drops emerge, stroked out by her hand. Then she’d lick him clean.
But Laura didn’t want David to come yet. She pushed him onto his back and moved so she was straddling him. She reached down and held his cock underneath her, moving it back and forth between her pussy lips so it became coated with her juices, sending sparks of pleasure through her body each time his cock touched her clit. David reached up and held her breasts, flicking her already hard nipples with the balls of his thumbs, creating little flutters of pleasure in her body.
She positioned his cockhead in the entrance to her cunt and pressed her body down. Her body resisted at first, David’s cock was the largest she’d ever experienced, but as she pressed a little harder her body yielded and his cockhead entered her. She raised herself up a little and then pressed back down, pushing him a little deeper this time. In this way she slowly and gradually worked David’s fat cock into herself.
When he was almost completely in her, she leant forward and pressed her breasts against David’s chest. She raised and lowered her hips, feeling his thick cock moving back and forth inside her cunt. To her surprise she was close to coming again, a sudden orgasm that approached out of nowhere. She kissed David hard, driving her tongue into his mouth urgently. Two hard deep strokes on his cock and she climaxed. She could feel her cunt rhythmically squeezing his cock as her small orgasm burned bright and then gradually faded away.
She lifted herself off his cock and rolled onto her front, bringing her knees up underneath her while she pressed her breasts and shoulders onto the rug. She offered herself to David like an animal. She felt David move behind her, felt his hands on her ass. And then his cockhead nuzzled her entrance and slipped back into the wet depths of her cunt. She reached up underneath herself and started to softly rub her clit.
David grabbed her hips and started to fuck her vigorously, slamming his cock hard into her, slamming his belly against her ass. She pushed back with her own body, throwing her ass back against his oncoming hips, seemingly driving him still deeper into her cunt. She knew David wouldn’t last long so she rubbed her clit harder, trying to coax a final orgasm out of its hiding place before David was spent.
David reached around her body and held one of her breasts, her nipple falling between two fingers. Suddenly he squeezed his fingers together tightly onto the nipple. She gasped in surprise at the jolt of pain and pleasure that shot through her.
Her orgasm was already approaching in the distance but she could tell from the sounds of his breathing that David was close too. He pushed down on her and she moved her legs back so she lay on her face on the rug, still with one arm underneath her so that her finger could continue to circle on her clit. David’s body lay heavy on her, squashing her breasts into the rug. His hips rose and fell slower now, gently fucking her in long slow strokes, his cock nearly leaving her before he slipped back into the depths.
She could feel her body tighten, winding up like a spring ready for her climax. David’s cock pumped up her arousal with every thrust. “I’m nearly coming,” he said quietly. “Wait for me,” Laura moaned. David slowed the strokes of his cock even more. He was barely moving inside her but each small stroke washed waves of pleasure through Laura. “I’m coming,” she moaned as her orgasm flooded through her body. She could feel her cunt milking David’s cock. “So’m I,” he said quietly as he continued to slip his cock back and forth in her spasming cunt. She felt him come, felt the twitches in his cock, felt the change in the way his cock felt as it slowly moved inside her.
They lay there for a moment, Laura pushed into the rug with David lying on her back, his softening cock still inside her.
“That was intense,” David whispered, his mouth close to her ear. He moved off her and Laura rolled onto her side to face him. He moved closer and cuddled her, gently kissing her.
Laura giggled. “I think Manet painted his picture a few minutes too early.”