The Painter and His Canvas

"Yooo… Who's that?" Elton was half smiling when he tapped Wayne on the shoulder.

"Yeah," Wayne said with a hint of unfulfilled desire as he joined Elton in doting. "That's Quinn."

Quinn was drudging her duffle bag and tugging her mid-sized suitcase into the crowded foyer. Elton and Wayne motioned towards her to offer their help, but they were too slow; one of the ladies standing in the foyer volunteered to help.

Elton, Wayne, Quinn, and nine mutual friends rented a six-bed, five-bath summer house. Two couples and eight single men and women gathered for two weeks of unfiltered fun and excitement.

Elton was watching Quinn for 10 minutes as she greeted their mutual friends. She looked over to wave at Wayne and casually acknowledge Elton as she realized she hadn't seen him before. He didn't wave back, just smiled and nodded. Elton was already excited about spending time at the summer house, but Quinn's arrival incited a carnal intensity in him.

Who was she? What's she about? He was intrigued and needed to get to know her.

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It was morning and everyone was still in bed. Elton, an early riser, was awake at 6 AM. He regularly started his day outside for his fondness of morning air and the feel of the morning sun on his skin. After serving himself some coffee, he stood by the kitchen door to look at the pool and garden.

It was a big yard layered with green, lush grass. On the left rested an 8-foot pool. It was juxtaposed by a multicolored garden that gave the yard a summer vibrancy. Beyond the pool and garden stood a pergola littered with beautiful Hyacinths, Lilies of the valley, and Bluebells. The walkway to the pergola was paved by red bricks and white creases.

The view compelled him to walk toward the garden and pergola. As he drew closer to the pool, he realized that someone else was awake and enjoying the scenery of the oasis with him.

Someone was lying by the pool. He saw her feet first. She was wearing lavender nail polish, her skin was radiating and grateful for the rays that dawned the morning. It didn't take him long to learn that she was naked.

It was Quinn and she was completely nude.

He wanted to stand there for a while but didn't want to risk coming off as a pervert. Elton stepped closer, but her eyes were closed. She was in the world of a song that he could hear through her headphones. She didn't know that he was standing there until he moved even closer and cast a shadow on her face.

Her eyes flashed open, but she wasn't embarrassed. Without moving, she laid there and looked at him, almost questioning his amusement. "Never seen a naked body before?" she was tempted to ask.

Instead, she stood up to face him, wrapped herself in the towel that was on the chair next to hers, and walked into the house. He remained frozen in his stance watching as her lean and shapely figure walked towards the house.

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Elton laid by the pool for two hours as he replayed the scene of Quinn in her most natural state. When the house came to life with their friends, he went inside to mingle. But he was so horny and uneasy. Could they feel the passion raging inside him? Did they see what he saw by the pool? He couldn't stop thinking about her and her bold nakedness. He only knew one way to alleviate his immense desire to see her on that chair again.

He went to the studio that was requested when they booked the summer house. It was equipped with everything he needed: the correct tools and complementing, artistic feng shui. He began painting her without delay. Her long and lean legs, recently waxed pussy with its slightly exposed clitoris, plump and round breasts, full lips, bright and glistening skin. Quinn came to life on his canvas stretched out by the pool and unbothered by the world outside herself. She was stunning and captivating with her untapped enigma.

The painting captured her features as well as it did her mystique and audaciousness.

When he was done, he smiled at Quinn replica, locked the door, and went to hang out with the group by the pool. It was about 2 PM and he'd missed some of the shenanigans that tend to ensue when a bunch of friends rents a summer house. Unbothered, Elton got some of the Thai food that was ordered and sat to listen to his friends as they debated about men being from Mars and women from Venus.

Everyone was in beachwear, including Quinn. Her green bikini showcased the wealth of her cleavage and Elton's favorite part of her body: her ass. He thought it had the most ideal shape. It was round, plump, and firm in its appearance but seemingly soft to the touch.

At the end of the day, everyone enjoyed the Cuban food that was delivered to the house. Wayne, the self-proclaimed mixologist, prepared and served margaritas to everyone while filling the room with banter. Consequently and gratefully, the group's conversations got louder and the laughs more hearty.

Quinn didn't have much to say. She laughed and whispered with her closest friend, Santina. Throughout the night and between the chatter, they exchanged glances. She was comfortable, but she didn't talk much. And Elton was more drawn to her because of it. He wanted to know her deepest thoughts, no matter how big or small. But that night he never had the chance to.

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It was 6:30 when Elton's internal clock woke him the next morning. Per routine, he made his way to the kitchen and then to the beautiful outdoors that blessed him with the view of Quinn the morning before. He hadn't expected to see her naked again, but he was hoping that she'd be there so he could spur up a conversation. To his gratitude and surprise, she was lying by the pool again, naked.

As soon as he collected himself, he pulled the closest chair and sat facing her. But not before he allowed his eyes to receive her body as she laid exposed to him and everything under the sun. Quinn watched his face as he looked her over. When he was done, she permitted herself to look at his wood that hung between his thighs. Elton was wearing a robe, but when he sat, one of the folds meant to cover his legs fell to the side and left him more exposed than he intended. Her wandering eyes brought his nakedness to his attention. His knee jerk reaction was to cover up and chuckle softly in embarrassment.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about. A naked body is a beautiful thing, especially when it looks the way yours does."

Quinn had spoken to him for the first time in the two days they'd known each other. Elton was dumbfounded and sat there, smiling at her. He demanded his mouth to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Instead, his eyes averted hers and returned to her breasts.

Noticing his gaze, Quinn raised her left leg to spread her legs. Her pussy was now staring Elton in the face, and he was too entranced to look away. Not without reaching for it. He caught himself and looked up at her to test her boundaries. "May I?" he questioned.

She nodded in permission.

With his right hand, Elton was exploring her lips but remained in awe of the developments of the morning. She allowed him to discover the mystery that had left Elton enthralled. He rubbed her clit before using his thumb and index finger to open her vulva so he could see inside her. She looked tight. He finally lifted his head to her smiling face. "Do you like it, Elton?" She wasn't insecure or lacked any confidence, but she wanted his veneration and compliments.

"Yes, I do. It's beautiful. You're beautiful. Your body is beautiful."

His gaze drifted towards her breast again, and she took his hand and brought it to her bosom. He caressed them. Her nipples caught his attention. He rubbed them between his fingers, and it summoned a light moan from her. Elton thought she had the most sensual moan and decided to watch as she succumbed to him.

The sun shone on her and highlighted her bright, pink, and full lips. He couldn't allow them to go unkissed, Elton planted his lips on hers. They were soft and everything he'd imagined.

Sitting on the side of her chair, Elton reached his right arm to boost her by the back. He was holding her now, and she felt like everything he'd ever needed.

As he kissed her, Quinn's arm reached for his dick. She wanted to quench her curiosity and appease the tingle in her fingers that had been persuading her to hold his manhood in her hands. She cupped his balls and massaged them gently with her right hand. Concurrently, her other hand massaged the full length of his wood. He moaned lowly in her mouth and squeezed her even more tightly to quell the passion rising inside of him. But the heat inside him would not subside. He needed to have her right there and right then.

It was almost painful for him to stop kissing her, but he was eager to put her pussy in his mouth. Reaching for her pussy again, he got on his knees and turned her legs to face him. He nudged her to push her pussy closer to him. When she did, he spread her legs apart and licked her clitoris slowly to gauge her reaction. She liked it. Her hands were squeezing the chair to tell him he was doing it right.

As he licked her more enthusiastically, her moans got louder. "You're doing that so well," she praised. "Please make me cum."

She ran her hand through his hair as his head moved up and down her pussy. Quinn held his head in her hands and pulled his wet mouth towards hers. "Let me taste it," she kissed him in reward for doing such a great job. "You're treating my pussy so good," she moaned in his mouth. He went back down on her to finish the job. He'd figured out what she liked, and he did it over and over again. Her pussy started contracting, and her legs stiffened to signal that she was cumming. He didn't stop sucking her pussy until her moan had softened.

As she positioned to return the favor, Elton covered himself. "Grab your towel. Someone is coming." She wrapped herself in the towel and Elton wiped his face to remove traces of what had happened by the pool.

"Hey, guys!" It was Santina. "You're up early."

"You know I'm an early riser," Quinn said.

"Yeah, me too," Elton chimed in.

'True. True," said Santina. "It's so nice out here, not too hot, not too windy. Gonna grab a cup of coffee and join you guys." She walked back to the kitchen. 

Elton and Quinn sat in silence thinking about everything that transpired before Santina's interruption. Elton's dick was still hard, Quinn's pussy was still wet, but they just sat there.

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The house lit up with young, beautiful bodies. Everyone was indulging in breakfast around the white, marble kitchen island. Some were standing. Others occupied the kitchen stools.

Wayne, a professional chef, was inclined to cook for everyone. On the menu was Quiche Lorraine with an assortment of fruit and orange juice. It was delicious, but Elton was too aroused to notice. Quinn was dressed in a pair of red shorts and a matching white tube top with red stripes on the sides. She wasn't wearing a bra, and Elton took the pointiness of her nipples as evidence.

As the group started chatting about having a swim relay competition, he wondered if he and Quinn could slip away unnoticed. But they couldn't. Not yet anyway, Wayne, the leader of the swim competition, started taking headcounts. Elton knew he had to wait a little longer before he could slide into Quinn's pink, tight pussy.

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It was evening, and the pool activities left everyone tired. They were sprawled out either by the pool or under the pergola. For the first time, the group was scattered in groups, no bigger than threes. Quinn was seated with Santina and another guy by the pool. Elton sat under the Pergola with Wayne and another girl.

Elton waited until Wayne was in deep conversation with their female companion before he made his move.

"Be right back," he said softly.

He walked towards the house but was looking at Quinn. She grinned at him to acknowledge his intentions. Satina, too preoccupied with the man next to her, didn't see when Quinn went inside the house. Quinn waited for what she thought was 5 minutes before she left to find Elton.

She found him standing with a drink in his hand while he examined a painting that she couldn't see immediately. He didn't hear her enter the room because he had left the door open.

"What's that?" Quinn asked.

Elton turned his head to smile at her. "Come look."

Quinn was shocked to see herself looking back at her. He'd painted her. She traced her fingers down the painting to feel the texture that her body made on the canvas. Standing directly behind her, Elton reached his arm out to touch her hands as she explored her painting. He bent over to kiss her neck and suck at her ear.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," he whispered in a low voice. He ran his tongue down her neck to kiss her right shoulder and then the left. When she turned to look at him, her eyes were wet. "I could almost cry to release this energy that has built up inside of me, Elton. I need to feel you inside of me." Her breath was heavy as she turned her body to face his.

He held her face in his hands and kissed her lips. It was brief but deliberate. Her moan was louder than she wanted it to be, but she was not interested in hiding her desire for him. She authorized her body to cave onto his naked chest. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His boulder traps came to life when he picked her up. He brought her to the desk that was next to the window and sat her down.

Her legs were warm and soft. He used his teeth to tug at her tube top while he looked into her eyes. Her breasts fell over the top once he tugged it far enough. Her mouth was slightly open in desire and anticipation of his every move. Quinn was ready for him to ravish her but still enjoyed the tease.

As he sucked her nipples for the second time that day, she arched her back and allowed her head to fall back. He continued by lifting her by the waist to ease the removal of her shorts. When he was done and the shorts fell to the floor, he looked to see she was wearing a G-string. Her pussy lips were barely covered, and he kissed them briefly before he turned her around.

She bent over the desk with her legs apart but looked back at him to see what he was going to do next, but she couldn't tell. He was looking at her as he executed his intentions. Her mouth exclaimed her surprise when something slid inside her pussy.

It was just his finger. He started with one but graduated to using two. Quinn was almost screaming. He wasn't just fingering her; he was fondling her G-spot. As she screamed and called his name, Elton watched her face tell the tale of her pleasure rising and falling. Her eyes opened and closed, repeatedly, as she tuned into the sensations of her body and then to the beauty of Elton's body and face as he met all her needs, with two fingers.

When she opened her eyes for the last time, she moaned "I'm cumming." He kissed her while she came on his fingers. Quinn was trembling when he removed his fingers and slowly slid his dick inside her. 

Elton moaned as he felt her for the first time. She was tight, and her wetness felt even better when his dick was inside her. He moved her hair aside and held her chin to kiss her lips. "How's that?" he asked. "Like heaven," she affirmed. "Don't stop."

He leaned back to look at her ass as it bounced and created ripples. It turned him on more.

He pulled out and prompted her to face him. When she did, he picked her up again. Quinn slid her pussy onto his dick as it pointed up at her. He helped her as she bounced on and off his asserting manhood. He thrust gently into her well of desire that had been pulsating for dickly attention. As he handled her with a natural gentleness and undeniable virility, she kissed his chest and gripped his immovable shoulders for support as her climax rose. Their moans meshed into a beautiful melody as Quinn's body tightened to squirt onto him.

She was at the acme of her arousal. Once she started squirting, there'd be no stopping her.

When she was done gushing onto him, he put her on her feet. She led him to the only mini sofa that was in the room. Quinn instructed him to sit, and he obliged. She sat on his saddle and kissed his lips as she maneuvered onto his dick. Her breasts were in his face, so he put them in his mouth and looked up at her face as she moaned.

"Why do you feel so good, Elton?" 

"Keep saying things like that and I might buss right now,'' he whispered in a low voice.

Elton was enraptured by the bounce of her breasts while she straddled up and down his cock. Her stomach was lined with developing abs that contracted with each motion toward penetration. Holding her by the waist, he assisted as her walls engulfed his long dick.

When the opportunity presented itself, Quinn climbed onto her feet, so she was squatting on his dick. Elton was deep inside her and massaging her pussy walls in a way she'd never felt. They both felt it. "Ride it, Quinn! Don't you dare stop!"

She didn't. Quinn thought he was going to cum, but he didn't. His stamina was unusual to her. Men came quickly, in her experience, and then tried to prove their bedroom prowess in round two. But Elton's demigod-like strokes had no end, and Quinn had no scruples with it, she was having fun.

After squirting all over his dick again, she climbed off his saddle and went on her knees to give Elton a different sensation. She hugged his cock with her mouth and tongue while she toyed with his balls. She wasn't a novice. 

Elton was delighted to see, hear and feel the sloppiness of the blowjob that Quinn was giving him. Her tongue and cheek-involvement suited his liking, but when she relaxed her throat to fill her mouth with all of his dick, she excited him to another level.

"Quinn, you're gonna make me cum," he warned her.

She continued to manipulate his dick in her mouth and with her hands.

In the romance of sucking his dick, she felt an immense need to have his cum on her face. She threw her energy into sucking, licking, and playing with his wood and balls. Quinn was ready for him to cum all over her, she wanted to feel the warmness of his unborn children on her face. Elton's pleasure was shown in the curl of his toes and his strong grip on her hair. Quinn opened her eyes to see Elton climb to ecstasy. He was cumming; she knew because his moan changed to a bellow and his grip on her hair grew tighter. 

"I'm cumming," he announced, almost expecting the fervor in her mouth to subside.

It didn't.

Elton dropped his chin to look into Quinn's eyes. He was met by an unwavering daringness that wanted him to cum. His loins held on no longer. Elton's moan rose and fell to mimic the rhythm of his climax.

Feeling the first release of his warm milk in her mouth, Quinn directed his dick to allow his pure white juice to spurt onto her face as she titillated his balls.

"Fuck! That's the best pussy and head I've ever had," he confessed.

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Quinn left Elton to rejoin the group. When she entered the main area, everyone looked at her with bulging eyes to observe her sex hair and unabating smile.