Sandy 29 – Aphrodisiac

Sandy and Lisa had sipped a cup of coffee, but Sandy still felt a bit groggy as she slipped into the Uber to go to Professor Brown’s house. She dozed during the ride, dreaming about the wild lovemaking that she had shared with Lisa the night before. It seemed she reached the professor’s house in no time.

As Sandy approached, the door opened, and Sandra welcomed her with a hug. “Hi Sister. Welcome.”

Sandra was nude. No negligee today. She took Sandy by the hand and led her to the studio saying, “Let’s get to work. We have a long way to go today.”

Sandy undressed and came out. She mounted the platform and stretched. Sandra had arranged 20 or more easels around the studio. Each easel held a canvas with a draft oil painting of one of the studies from two weeks ago.

Sandra was ready to start painting. She watched Sandy stretch, admiring her flexibility and strength. After a few minutes Sandy stood and looked at Sandra. “I’m ready.”

“Excellent. Over the past two weeks I have started studies in oil. Our goal for today is to polish these studies. There is a lot of work, but we can do it.

“This morning we’ll start with detailed studies. Let’s start with your eyes.”

Sandy sat on the edge of the platform facing the wall covered with shelves and cabinets. She held her back straight, shoulders back, and legs crossed. She looked into Sandra’s eyes.

Sandra held a large palette in her left hand with dabs of different colors of paint along the edge. Sandra mixed colors to get the tones that she wanted. That was Sandra’s unstated goal for the day. She was confident in the shapes, but wanted to make sure that the colors were true.

After a few minutes, Sandra said, “Let’s try something else. Please move to the edge of the platform facing the window.”

Sandra moved the easel and her stool as Sandy moved across the platform. The sun wasn’t fully up so Sandra wanted more light. Or better light.

Light is often a challenge for artists. Sandra wanted to see natural colors without shadows. It was hard to achieve whether indoors or out. She sat to one side so that Sandy was fully exposed to the window. Twenty minutes later she said, “Thank you. Let’s take a short break.”

Sandra worked her way down Sandy’s body. Mouth was next, then nipples, then navel. With each position Sandy thought about her relationships. When Sandra painted her eyes, Sandy thought about Julie and John, she loved watching them have sex. When Sandra painted her mouth, Sandy thought about Lisa, and the sensuous feeling of her mouth on Lisa’s pussy. When Sandra painted her navel Sandra thought about TJ licking his cum out of her navel.

The sun burned brighter, so Sandra had Sandy move back to the original place on the platform to paint her vulva. Sandra sat with her legs splayed to 180 degrees on the edge of the platform. Sandy lay on her back and imagined Sandra’s vulva, as she did the previous session. Although Sandy had not had a chance to focus on Sandra’s vulva so far this morning, Sandy knew that Sandra was sitting nude, with her legs spread wide for every painting that she did.

The image of Sandra’s vulva danced in Sandy’s mind and Sandy became aroused as she imagined her consciousness dancing in Sandra’s vulva. Sandy’s labia swelled, her vagina moistened, her clitoris engorged. Sandra, who was mostly silent while she painted, whispered, “Thank you.”

Sandy knew that Sandra wanted to paint her aroused vulva. Sandy started stroking the ends of her large nipples with the palms of her hands. Then Sandy drew circles around her areolae with the tips of her index fingers. Sandy pinched and pulled and twisted her nipples. As Sandy played with her nipples, she felt a rivulet escape her vagina and dribble down over her anus.

“Better still,” Sandra whispered.

Sandy kept her orgasm on edge until Sandra said, “Ok. Beautiful. Thank you.”

As Sandra spoke, Sandy pulled and twisted her nipples vigorously to unleash her orgasm along with a torrent of fluid from her vagina. Sandy’s abdomen contracted bringing Sandy’s chest and head off the platform. When her orgasm passed, Sandy relaxed and laid back down on the platform.

“Wow. I love watching you have an orgasm. It surprises me that you can reach orgasm just with the stimulation of your thoughts and nipples.

“Have you ever tasted you love juices?”

“Only on the lips and cocks of my lovers.”

“Would you mind if I taste your love juices?”

Sandy was surprised that her sister wanted to taste her pussy, but she said, “Ok. Tell me what you think.”

Sandra licked Sandy’s labia from bottom to top. Then from Sandy’s perinium upward, dipping her tongue as deep in Sandy’s pussy as she should reach, and ending with her tongue on Sandy’s still engorged clitoris, which set off another body wracking orgasm.

When Sandy returned from her orgasmic high, Sandra said, “You are delicious, but you shouldn’t just take my word for it. Sandra swept her tongue up into Sandy’s pussy once again, crawled üzümlü escort up so the were face-to-face and said, “Here, taste for yourself.” Sandra kissed Sandy, pushing her tongue into Sandy’s mouth and swirling it across Sandy’s tongue. Sandra withdrew her tongue, separated a bit, and asked, “What do you think?”

“I’m not sure,” Sandy said coyly, “Perhaps you could let me have another taste?” Sandy took Sandra’s head in her hands and pulled her gently for another kiss. They kissed with passion, each ‘oooing’ and ‘aaahing’ as they licked and sucked each other’s lips and danced tongues.

“I guess it is time for a midmorning break,” Sandy said. “Would you have a beverage that I might taste?”

“Maybe,” Sandra replied as she crawled forward until her pussy was over Sandy’s face. Sandy grabbed Sandra’s hips and pulled her pussy to her mouth. As Sandy licked Sandra’s pussy, she let her consciousness swirl inside Sandra’s vagina and around her anus. Before long Sandra’s hips were gyrating and her pussy let loose a long jet of juice, which Sandy drank enthusiastically.

“Thanks,” Sandy said, “I needed that.”

“Me too,” Sandra replied. “How about a quick dip in the pool before we get back to work?”

As they dried off after their swim, Sandra said, “I don’t think that I have ever come that fast from cunnilingus. What is your secret?”

“I think it is our secret, not just mine. We both became highly aroused this morning, you from painting me, I from posing for you. Once I started licking your pussy you came quickly, but we have been teasing each other all morning.

“I’ll bet that after our last session you jumped on Jorge as soon as he came home.”

Sandra blushed and lowered her eyes. When she looked up at Sandy she said, “I have drawn and painted hundreds of nude people, men and women. I have never felt sexually aroused until I drew and painted you. Do you think it is because we are sisters?”

“We feel a strong connection. And we both are highly sexual people. So it is likely that we would have a highly sexual strong connection.”

“I’ll need to think about that. Let’s get back to work.”

Sandra painted several more detailed studies, hands, nose, feet, knees. As Sandra painted, she felt a strong sexual attraction to Sandy. The attraction was mutual. Sandy was surprised at how easy it was to have a sexual relationship with her sister. Some people might call it incest, but in Sandy’s rational mind, incest was only a problem if closely related people procreated. Having sex with Sandra was just a physical expression of sisterly love.

It was around noon when Sandra called for another break. “We have charcuterie for lunch. I’ll go get it. Let’s meet by the pool.”

Sandy visited the restroom and walked out to the pool and jumped in. She was floating on her back when someone dove in. She looked up and was surprised to see Jorge, not Sandra. Jorge swam up to Sandy and said, “Hi Sandra, how are you today.”

“I am doing well,” Sandy replied. “If you like, you can call me Sandy. It might be less confusing.”

Sandra walked out with a loaded charcuterie board. Jorge climbed out of the pool, grabbed a towel, and kissed Sandra. Sandra told him, “Let me take a quick swim before we eat.” Sandra dove into the pool, dolphin kicked under water to the far end and then pushed off under water to Sandy. When she surfaced in front of Sandy she said, “Do you mind if Jorge joins us for lunch? He has been working from home this morning.”

Emotions and uncertainty washed over Sandy. She and Sandra had enjoyable sex earlier. Sandy realized that while she had openly discussed her lovers with Sandra, Sandra had never talked about sex. Jorge had talked about having sex with Sandra during their trip to MOMA but that was it. It was possible that they were just nudists and enjoyed swimming naked in their pool. Sandy decided to wait and see, at least through lunch.

The assortment of foods on the charcuterie board was remarkable. Every bite held a new bold flavor. From hot pickled okra to goat and bleu cheeses, fresh fruits and vegetables, and smoked salmon. There were several condiments in small bowls, brown mustard, salsa verde, and ponzu. There was another bowl filled with chips made from pita. It was a sensual feast. It looked beautiful, the sauces smelled divine, the diverse flavors stimulated all their taste buds, and they mostly ate with their fingers, so they could feel the textures both before and after putting the food in their mouths.

When Jorge asked Sandra how the work was going she replied, “Very well. We made good progress this morning, but there is still a lot to do. We’ll need to get back to it in a few minutes.”

Jorge stood and picked up the charcuterie board. “If you are both finished eating, I’ll take this to the kitchen.”

When he came back, Jorge had a small plate with three chocolate squares. “Dessert.” He picked up one square and fed it to Sandra. Her lips closed over his fingertips and sucked uzunköprü escort them sensually.

Sandra chided Jorge with a smile, “You’d better stop doing that or you’ll get me all hot and bothered.”

“And what is the matter with that?” Jorge retorted.

“We don’t want to make our guest uncomfortable.”

“Don’t mind me,” Sandy replied as she picked up a chocolate square.

Sandra picked up the last piece of chocolate and fed it to Jorge, who held her wrist as she put the chocolate into his mouth. Jorge chewed and swallowed the chocolate, kissed Sandra’s hand and wrist, and started to kiss his way up her arm.

Jorge looked at Sandy and said, “Sandra gets very aroused when you are her model. Would you care to help me satisfy her or would you prefer to watch?

“How can I help?” Sandy asked.

Jorge looked at Sandra and said, “If you don’t mind darling, I am going to lay you back and enjoy the flavors of your pussy.” As he spoke to Sandra, Jorge laid her back on a cushion and laid prone between her legs. “How about if Sandy kneels over your face so you can gaze at her pussy while I taste yours? Is that alright for you, Sandy?”

Sandy silently moved to kneel over Sandra’s face so she could watch Jorge work on Sandra’s pussy. Sandra reached up, grasped Sandy’s hips, pulled Sandy lower, and started to kiss, lick, and suck on Sandy’s vulva.

Sandy reached down to stroke Sandra’s breasts. She tweaked the nipples and areolae the way that she liked to tweak her own.

Between Jorge stimulating Sandra’s vulva and Sandy working on her breasts, Sandra was already close to orgasm. A few minutes later Sandra’s hips started to buck. She stopped licking Sandy’s pussy and pushed Sandy a bit off her face as she lifted her head off the cushion. Sandy pulled on Sandra’s nipples and squeezed them. Jorge pushed two fingers into Sandra’s pussy to stimulate her g-spot. That was all it took. Sandra thrashed and trembled until Sandy and Jorge backed away.

Jorge let Sandra relax for a moment but soon rose to his knees and scooched up to Sandra’s hips. His cock was erect. He sat on his feet and pulled Sandra’s hips into his lap. He reached under Sandra’s waist, lifted her to a sitting position, and set her down on his erect cock.

Sandy moved to the side, sat down, and watched as Jorge lifted Sandra and dropped her on his cock, over and over again. Then Sandra got onto her feet and started doing deep squats on Jorge’s lap with his dick in her pussy. After a couple minutes, Sandra pushed Jorge onto his back and started riding him cowgirl.

Sandy sat and watched. Her emotions roiled. On one hand, she felt left out. On the other hand, she loved watching them make love. They were so totally in tune with one another that it was like watching a dance performance with sex.

Jorge came first, but Sandra kept riding him until she came. She collapsed on his chest and kissed him. Sandy wondered if she was a voyeur or just a paralyzed observer.

Sandra kissed Jorge, and said, “Thanks, Sweetheart. I hope you don’t mind too much, but we need to get back to work.” Sandra stood up and took Sandy’s hand as they walked to the studio. Once in the studio, Sandra walked Sandy to the platform, sat her down, and sat next to her.

“I apologize,” Sandra said. “For the past couple of years, with his stress at work and age, Jorge has had some issues with erectile disfunction. When he started fucking me a few minutes ago, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to enjoy his cock as much as possible. I’m sorry that we ignored you.”

“Please don’t worry. I am fine. Although I admit to feeling a bit left out, I really enjoyed watching you two make love. I have never tried that position, but you can be sure that I will. Thank you for feeling so free to make love with Jorge while I watched.”

“Well then, if you are ok, shall we back get to work?”

Sandra had Sandy start with the circle pose with Sandy gazing into Sandra’s eyes. After ten minutes, she called a stop and shifted to the lotus pose, with Sandy gazing at Sandra’s vulva.

They took a short break and Sandra had Sandy go back to the circle pose. After ten minutes, Sandra had Sandy shift to the recumbent pose on the sofa. They took another break and Sandra sifted to the side of the platform facing the window. Back to the circle pose for 10 minutes.

It was nearly 4 pm. Sandra said, “I would like to work through two more poses. Maybe an hour. Would you like to take a swim before we start again?”

“A swim sounds wonderful. But before we do that, would you like me to clean the streaks of dried cum off your inner thighs?”

Sandra knew that Jorge’s cum had dribbled down her legs when they walked back to the studio, but she had been so focused on painting that she had forgotten that she might have dried cum on her legs. “That is a kind offer. How can I refuse?”

Sandra was sitting on her stool, with her legs spread wide as usual. Sandy squatted in front of Sandra van escort and started licking the dried cum off her thighs. Sandy did not stop with Sandra’s thighs. She licked Sandra’s labia, perineum, vagina, and clitoris. But Sandy did not linger. When she had finished licking off the dried cum she stood and said. “I think that you are ready for the pool.”

Sandra felt slightly frustrated. Sandy’s tongue felt so good that she didn’t want Sandy to stop. But her rational side was happy that Sandy stopped so they could finish their work. She hoped that they would play more later.

After their swim, Sandra had Sandy assume one of the standing poses from their first session. It was a difficult pose, but one that could be broken into parts. Above the waist, Sandy stood with her arms flared to the sides and back arched like a gymnast sticking a landing.

The hard part was the bottom. For that, Sandy stood on the balls of her left foot and lifted her right foot to the level of her left knee.

It had been a long day. Sandy could only hold the pose on the balls of her foot for a few minutes before her calf muscles burned. Every few minutes Sandy needed to drop her heel to the platform to rest, and then lift back up onto the balls of her food.

After 20 minutes, Sandra was satisfied. “Now we have one last pose. It is not one of the poses from our first session, but I think I can do it without the charcoal drawings.

“Please lie face down on this cushion facing away from me. Spread your legs as much as possible so I can paint your ass.”

Sandra had already primed a blank canvas with gesso and was ready to start. Sandra’s strokes were sure and smooth. She started by painting the outline of Sandy’s firm globes and inner thighs. Then she outlined Sandy’s anus, perineum, and vulva. Then she added color and texture to each body part. Though Sandy’s ass and pudendum were hairless and smooth, they had pores. Sandra’s challenge was to paint the pores without detracting from the smoothness of the skin.

After 30 minutes Sandra stopped painting. She looked back and forth between Sandy’s ass and the painting several times. She wanted to do more but decided to wait until they got to the final painting to add additional detail.

Sandra said, “Thank you, Sandy, for an excellent day… in more ways than one. Let’s stop for today.

“Would you prefer to relax by the pool or to help me prepare dinner?”

“Let’s cook!” Sandy replied enthusiastically. “I love to cook as much as I love to eat… in more ways than one.”

Sandra laughed out loud when Sandy returned the double entendre.

As they walked to the kitchen, Sandy asked, “What are we cooking?”

“I haven’t thought out the full menu,” Sandra replied. “All I know for sure is that we are going to have lobster.”

“Really? I’ve never eaten lobster. I’ve heard about it, but never got past the price tag.”

“One of Jorge’s colleagues has a boat. They go out lobstering from time to time. After their last outing they gave Jorge several lobsters.

“What do you like to have as sides with seafood?”

“How about polenta? We can make a lemon, brown butter, and dill sauce. A green vegetable would also be good. What do you have?”

“Excellent. I’ll take care of the lobster and green vegetable if you take care of the polenta and sauce.

“We should have whatever you need.”

“What level of spice do you and Jorge like?”

“Medium for me and pretty spicy for Jorge.”

“Ok. Do you mind if I also make a remoulade as well? We can keep the sauces on the side, so I can make some medium and some more spicy. We can dip whatever we want in either of the sauces or if you have a couple of gravy boats or small pitchers, we can pour sauce over whatever we want. It will be an interactive meal.”

About 45 minutes later, Sandra called Jorge to dinner. They sat at a small table in the kitchen. Sandy was amazed at the flavor of the lobster. Now she knew why it was so highly prized and expensive.

Sandra and Jorge both loved the lemon butter and dill sauce and the spicy remoulade. The sauces enhanced the flavors of the lobster and asparagus that Sandra had cooked. They dipped pieces of both lobster and asparagus into the sauces. Sandy had made two versions of the remoulade, one medium spicy for Sandra and one extra spicy for Jorge and herself. Sandra tried the extra spicy with some asparagus, broke out in a sweat, cleared her throat and said, “I’ll let you two have that one.”

As they neared the end of the meal Sandy said, “Sandra, on Thursday I offered to visit Mama Laschell. She told me that you are the only one among her children and grandchildren that visit her. Are you ok if I visit her? Maybe we could go together.”

“Of course. When is a good time for you?”

“My afternoons are mostly open on Monday and Wednesday.”

“How about if we go together Monday afternoon? After that you can visit her anytime that suits you.”

“Excellent. Thank you. There is something else that I want to discuss with both of you.

“I really enjoyed our play time this afternoon, but I feel like we need to establish clearly where we plan to go with sexual play.

“Sandra, you know that I have several lovers. I have never had a boyfriend or girlfriend. I do have friends. Not all my friends are also my lovers, but all my lovers are friends.

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