Kay Alan, was a full time student studying for her art degree at the Prince Royal University, London. It was an easy course as far as Kay was concerned and being one of the top students in all of her classes was not a big deal. Though she often used her talents to her advantage, and those talents included bribing her lecturer Mr Franks, to allow her full access to the pottery room for her latest project - a life drawing.

Kay hadn’t specified the nature of her project to Mr Franks, or anybody else for that matter apart from her model and she felt a little mischievous as she carried her art gear through the hall toward the pottery room.

When she reached the door she checked up and down the hall, making sure it was all clear, assured thatit was, with both hands full she moved inside backwards allowing it to close behind her.

“Hi!” came the voice from the other side of the room.

Kay immediately turned and the moment her eye caught the dark haired woman in the white robe lounging on a desk, she dropped her art gear all over the floor. Paints, pain brushes, pencils - everything!

“Ah, shoot!” Kay muttered and bent down to pick up the paints, now broken free from their pallets.

“I’m sorry” the woman in the robe stepped closer to help.

“It’s Ok,” Kay stopped her with a look and watched the frown fall on the woman’s face. “It’s just paints” she finished and stood, leaving the mess on the floor so she could introduce herself properly. “I’m Kay!” she said putting her hand out.

“Amanda!” she accepted the hand and shook it gently “But, of course, you know that.”

“Yeah, so, good. You know it’s nude modelling, right?” Kay stuttered as she bent down again to finish picking up the mess. She was surprised when Amanda joined her on her knees, and although she’d noticed how attractive she was before, she now had a close up of her green eye’s and defined cheekbones which tempted Kay‘s eyes to linger longer than they should.

“Yes, will I do?” Amanda asked concerned by Kay’s staring.

Kay picked up the last of the paints and stood. “Yes, you’re fine, of course” she said shyly and diverted her eye’s to the centre of the room. She began moving the desks and chairs back to make more space, leaving a stool in the centre. “Here, I think this will be perfect” she said patting on it.

Amanda moved to the stool whilst Kay set up the easel and a fresh canvas in front of her. When she was ready she gave Amanda the nod and watched as she untied the robe revealing the most beautiful body Kay had ever laid eye‘s on. Not noticing Kay’s reaction, Amanda moved and sat on the stool.

“How’d you want me?” she asked without concern as she held on with both hands and lent back so that her breasts were peaking toward the ceiling.

Kay’s jaw dropped at the erotic pose and felt overwhelmed by the possition, she moved back toward Amada and not wanting to get too close she pointed “Possibly, one hand on the thigh?”

“Like this?” Amanda moved her hand and looked up at Kay for approval.

Kay’s eye’s wondered over the milky thigh and back up. “Hmm, maybe back a bit?” she insisted and Amanda moved back on stool.

“Here?”

“Ah, no, I mean…” Kay hesitated as she stepped closer and took Amanda’s hand, placing it higher up on the inside of her thigh. “There. That’s perfect!”

Standing back, she double checked Amanda’s position before moving behind the easel,there shebegan measuring and outlining the body with her pencil.She was quicklycaptivated andcouldn’t help drawing in the little details, those pebbled nipples on the tip of those round breasts just had to take form in her picture.

“Are you cold?” Kay asked politely.

“Cold? No!” Amanda laughed, almost snorting at the question.

Shaking it off, Kay managed to continue until the outline was complete. As she reached for her paints she caught Amanda looking at her from behind. It wasn’t an innocent look, and Amanda didn’t hide it.

“Are you Ok? Do you need a break?” Kay offered.

Amanda took a second to consider it, “Actually, would you mind?”

“My, that’s looking amazing, quite erotic, don‘t you think?” Amanda whispered, the heat of her breath her breath catching Kay’s ear.

“You have paint on your face” Amanda said, wiping the paint off with her thumb.

Kay blushed with embarrassment and silently cursed herself for jumping to the assumption of a kiss, but Amanda hadn’t moved away yet and her free breasts so close that Kay had to divert her eye’s toward her painting for fear of being caught out again.

Kay’s eyes shifted downward to watch her thumb run over the tender nub. Amanda’s breath was already growing tired with desire and she quite naturally reached for Kay’s other hand and moved it up her navel and onto her other breast.