Steven Miller

Harper let her eyes settle on his cock, watching it twitch a little. “Well, I am pretty sure my eyes will be on you, so no harm.” She smirked. “And if you want, we can try out the body painting some time…. together.” She said, placing her sketch book down on her seat as she stood up.

The blonde pulled her hair free from its messy bun, then casually pulled her top off over her head, She then pushed her fingers into the band of her leggings and pushed them down, now only standing in her white lace bra and thong. Her eyes on him as she tossed her clothes to the side, her hands reaching back to unhook her bra, releasing her pert breasts. 

“Thong too? Or do you want that still on?” She smirked.

Steven watched silently as Harper began to undress, first letting down her hair, then removing her top. God damn this woman was perfect. And as she let her bra slide down her arms and reveal her breasts to him, Steven felt his cock fall back against his stomach, now rock hard.

Harper chuckled lightly “Well if it did go hard, I would need a bigger  sketch book.” She teased. “Although, will happily draw it hard too.” She then said, looking through her lashes at him, smirk on lips. “If you’re not opposed to it, maybe we can do that.” She said.

She squirmed again, and smiled “Well, I get naked, lay a canvas on the floor, cover parts of my body in paint, and well.. I either roll around, just move… or well I have pleasured myself before.” She said, shrugging a little. 

The blonde looked into his eyes “Do you want me naked?” She then asked.

Steven listened to Harper telling him how she used her nudity to paint, and the thought of what that looked like interested him. Maybe he’d find out what it was like one day. “You can get naked if you want, as long as you don’t mind my eyes on you.”

Harper looked at him with a little smirk on her lips “If you want.” She replied. “Although I have painted naked, even used my body to paint.” She replied. Her eyes scanned over his body and she bit her lip a little, her mind filling with all sorts of thoughts, her breathing starting to pick up a little as she wet her lips with her tongue, gulping. 

She wanted him, wanted to feel him, touch him…. ride him. She squirmed a little, getting wetter by the minute.

“I really don’t mind, as long as you don’t mind having to sketch a hard cock instead of a flaccid one you’ve already got drawn down there,” he nodded towards her work. 

Harper laughed a little and looked at him. “Nothing wrong, but I am sure you are used to such reactions.” She said. She wet her lip a little and sat on her stool, she couldn’t believe how big he was. “I can see why you were comfortable with Nudity. With a physique like yours and… Well you should be confident in it.” She said.

She grabbed her drawing bad and felt her panties already starting to get wet. Her eyes were low, but flicked up through her lashes every so often to look at him to then draw him, but it was difficult when she was getting so aroused. It was getting so warm, so soon she pulled off the thin shirt she wore, still in her tank top, then pulled her hair up, off the back of her neck.

Teeth lightly sunk into her lip as her eyes focused on every enlarged inch of that man.

“I get them from time to time,” he chuckled, laying back on the lounger, smirking as she commented on his comfortableness. She was god damn right it was the reason he was so comfortable doing this kind of thing. 

Raising her brows she chuckled at his reply. “Really?” She teased him. “Though, I think I should be pampered after weeks of working,” she added playfully even as her fingers hooked into the band of his boxers, slowly dragging the garment down his legs while her eyes moved to the shaft that sprung  into view. “I always thought you’re always ready,” she teased him as her hand wrapped around, barely, his manhood before she began to stroke it slowly.

Amelia groaned in displeasure when he took the bottle out of her hands. It was a good thing he did else she’d have emptied it in a short while. His comment though brought a smirk to her lips as her eyes wandered over his boxer clad area. “Hmm you’re right… drinking isn’t usually the way we celebrate,” she hummed in a silky tone, hands slowly sliding up his toned legs, coming to rest at the waist band of his boxers. She looked up into his eyes with her sapphire hues twinkling mischievously.

Amelia, for a change, found the dark to be more comforting and was glad that Steven hadn’t switched the lights on. She could make out his outline in the moonlight streaming in from the window. His comment about her colleagues made the smile slip from her face as she uncapped the bottle and took a swig. “Shouldn’t I be celebrating with my best friend?” She countered.

Seeing Steven in his boxers wasn’t that big a deal for Amelia so, she barely batted an eye. “Can’t we both share it?” She asked playfully, a light chuckle falling from her lips as she moved past her friend, staggering ever so slightly as she was tipsy. Not drunk, just tipsy.

“I closed the big case that I’d been working on!” She announced as she plopped herself down on his couch.

It had been a crazy two weeks, Amelia had had barely any time to herself as she worked round the clock to see an important deal through. She had worked hard and had not met even a soul other than her colleagues all the while that she was working. So, the first thing she did after closing the case was, go out for a celebratory drink with her friends.

Three hours and many drinks later, a disgruntled Amelia stood outside Steven’s house after having taken a cab there, deciding on whether or not to knock. Eventually she muttered, “fuck it” and went ahead with it. If she couldn’t go to her best friend in this mood then who would she go to, a part of her brain rationalised with her. Steven knew how to improve her mood.

“Hey, sorry for just dropping in like this. But, I come bearing gifts,” she said as soon as the door opened, holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels.

It had been weeks since Steven had seen Amelia (though of course the two were texting almost every day) and he hadn’t been expecting her to turn up on his doorstep in the middle of the night. He’d been asleep but after peeking through the peephole he opened the door, still a little groggy and only in his boxers.

She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.  “I got your number from…”  She paused.  “….I probably shouldn’t say, but….um….well, I’m Cheryl.”  She shook her head, cursing herself and her shyness.  “Cheryl Kingsbury, and….and I’ve never done this before.”  

Her hand was shaking.  “I guess I wanna….’hire’ you?”