Daddy's Bedtime Taboo Sex Stories

by Kelly Fleming

  And she has been glad of her decision. There have been many classes that she has posed for, and many poses, but Paula has never once knowingly exposed what lies between her legs. That thick bush of hair and the design of the female anatomy thankfully combine to prevent any students from getting a too intimate view of her.

  Not that there is a need for Paula to display everything as, to her relief, she had realised soon after she first embarked on her modelling career. This was art, not pornography, and by her logic pornography likewise could not be art.

  Nathan appears in her peripheral vision and, unnoticed by his students, he looks across to Paula and flashes the briefest of smiles. She wants to respond, but Paula knows he would not want her to change her facial expression while she is modelling. Watching him now, Paula recalls what an enigma he had been to her during those early sessions.

  She had initially noticed it the second week she came to the studio. Perhaps he was just being overly professional, or maybe he just felt unsure whether Paula would hang around for long (indeed, the thought to not return after that first class had crossed her mind but, strangely, her predominant sentiment had been one of release, rather than the anticipated feelings of shame and embarrassment).

  Whatever his reasons, it seemed to Paula that Nathan's initial friendliness had disappeared. He remained polite and respectful though, and he would often remind her how grateful he was that she could hold a pose without fidgeting or shifting around, talents sadly lacking in many of her predecessors.

  This had continued for a few weeks. Their conversations before and after the classes were pleasant, but had become almost perfunctory. Consequently Paula hardly knew anything about him, which frustrated her. She would not describe herself as lonely, but the only other people Paula had met since moving away from home to start work had been her telesales colleagues, and most of them were not all that appealing. Nathan, on the other hand, seemed interesting. Or, at least she believed he could be interesting if only he would open up more to her.

  His enigmatic manner compelled her to contemplate his personal life as she posed. Estimating he was probably around five years her senior, Paula's favourite theory was that he had married a rich older widow, whose financial support now allowed him to pursue a bohemian lifestyle. Either that, or he was gay, hence his obvious nonchalance at being in the company of a naked woman.

  In her more fanciful moments, Paula could even imagine Nathan as potential boyfriend material. However, that situation would require a web of white lies to explain to her parents how they had met, a question bound to form part of the inevitable grilling her mother would instigate. Paula imagined news of her modelling would not suit her parents' sensitive dispositions.

  Then, exactly eight weeks after she had started, Nathan's demeanour towards her thawed. It was as if some kind of implicit probationary period had been passed. Paula had demonstrated that she was not going to disappear without warning, leaving him to run a life class with no model. She knew that was something which had happened to Nathan several times before.

  They fell into a pleasant post-class routine. After all the students had left, Nathan would pack away the easels and stack any chairs that had been used, before dismantling whatever props Paula had been posing on. Meanwhile, she would put her clothes back on in the privacy of the dressing room, looking forward to their few minutes' chat.

  These after-class conversations gradually became longer, allowing both of them to share little pieces of information about themselves. Paula slowly built up a picture of Nathan's life, and it appeared that her theories about him were way off the mark.

  He just about made a living from selling his own works (mostly imposing landscape watercolours, portraits and a few nudes) via small-scale local galleries. His clients mainly chose his pictures based on whether they would go with the interior decoration of their homes though, rather than in appreciation of any artistic merit.

  The teaching work at the evening classes was apparently a welcome addition to Nathan's finances, something Paula could readily identify with. However, he had also inherited an undisclosed amount from a long-dead distant relative, which she suspected was the main reason he remained solvent.

  It was during one of their after-class talks, as he finished clearing up, that Nathan made a request which was to change their fledgling relationship.

  'Paula, I need a favour, please,' he asked.

  'Sure, what is it?'

  'Well, I, um, would like you sit for me... if you don't mind?'

  'Nathan, I sit for you every week,' Paula replied, smiling across at him.

  'No, I don't mean for the class. For me. There's an exhibition coming up, and I've been asked to contribute some paintings. But I'd understand if you felt uncomfortable about it,' he continued, trying hard not to blush.

  Paula thought for a moment. It was endearing how shy Nathan was in asking her, but it still made her feel slightly strange. This man had seen her naked once a week for three months, but it was not as if he had actually been studying her. His attention was always on his students' work, not on her. It would certainly be an unusual first date.

  'OK Nathan. No problem, I'll do it,' Paula conceded, not wanting to make him feel awkward, or drive a wedge between them.

  'Really? That's great,' Nathan replied, his wide smile showing how delighted he was. 'But just to let you know, I don't make a habit of doing this... it's just that you're one of the best models I've ever worked with,' he added quickly.

  'One of the best?' Paula replied, in a show of mock indignation.

  So the following Sunday, in the middle of August, Paula found herself standing on the corner at the end of her street. Although it was only just approaching ten o'clock, a sultry heat was already brewing. The sun burnt down through a cloudless sky, and there was hardly a breath of wind to diminish its effect.

  Her mind was wandering, thinking about what she was doing. Sure, it was nice to be spending some time alone with Nathan, but was it right to yet again be unclothed in front of him? Paula's deliberations were abruptly disturbed by the sound of a car horn.

  Looking up, she saw Nathan pull up in his car, a battered old Renault. He waved her across, and she jumped into the passenger seat.

  'Hi Nathan, very punctual,' she said teasing him.

  'Thank you, I like to make the effort,' he grinned back at her, as he started to drive off. 'There's a nice place out in the countryside I thought we'd go. It's very quiet, not many people know about it.'

  'What - aren't we going to the studio?' Paula asked, her smile morphing into a frown.

  'Oh... sorry... I'm sure I mentioned we couldn't use it. It's not too late to change your mind you know, I won't be offended.'

  'Well, I didn't realise we'd be outside. What if anyone sees us? I'd be mortified.'

  Nathan reassured her as best he could that that was unlikely. It was a quiet spot, remote and off the beaten track. He tried to keep the chat going for the rest of the journey, but Paula's responses were monosyllabic. Evidently her attention was on the changing scenery as they drove out of town.

  Half an hour later, Nathan turned the car off the road and onto a dirt track. Bouncing along, it was clear the worn-out suspension could hardly cope. After only a short distance, he pulled into the entrance to a field and stopped the engine.

  'Are we here?' Paula asked, looking around her.

  'Not quite, there's a little bit of a walk, but it's not far.'

  In front of them, the grass-covered field rose up the side of a gently sloping hill, which was topped by thick deciduous woodland. They both got out of the car, and were immediately struck by the lack of noise. Only birdsong could be heard, not the usual urban sounds of traffic, sirens, and music being played too loudly through open windows.

  Paula watched as Nathan unloaded his equipment from the car, piling it up on the dry ground at their feet.

  'Wow, that's a lot,' Paula joked, her returning smile signifying that her earlier annoyance with Nathan was ebbin
g away. Her mood had been much improved by the tranquillity of the landscape around them.

  'It's not as bad as it looks. The large cool bag has our picnic in it - I thought we'd need some refreshments. I just hope the wine hasn't become unbearably warm.'

  Together, they carried everything across the field, following the contours around the hill until the track and car were both out of view. Nathan then lead them up towards the far corner, where a huge oak tree stood.

  'This is it,' he told her, 'nice and secluded, and it's in the shade too.'

  'It's lovely, maybe we should bring the class here sometime,' Paula replied.

  'You think they'd like it?' Nathan asked enthusiastically. 'Some of them might struggle with the walk, but... hang on, you weren't being serious, were you?'

  'No Nathan!,' said Paula, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her laughter.

  She helped him set up his makeshift studio, laying out a dark red blanket on the ground adjacent to the oak tree. When everything was ready, Nathan turned to Paula.

  'Do you want to start now, or leave it for a little bit? It's just that the light's perfect right now,' he asked.

  'Yeah, sure, I'm as ready as I'll ever be.'

  Nathan tried to find something else to concentrate on as Paula started to undress. But she couldn't help noticing that he glanced over as she pulled her silk short-sleeve top over her head. Paula felt the warmth of the sun directly on her breasts for the first time ever. It was unfamiliar, but exhilarating.

  'I don't mind you watching me,' she said, grinning across at him as she reached behind her back to undo the button and zip which secured her knee-length summery cotton skirt.

  Nathan pretended to ignore her, keeping his face pointing to the floor. But he let his eyes rise back up towards Paula, just catching the moment the skirt fell to the floor around her ankles. Flicking her sandals off, she stood there, yet again naked in front of him. To her, though, it felt like the first time Nathan had properly seen her in such a state.

  Without prompting Paula sat down on the blanket, leaning against the tree. The rough bark initially felt rough against her back, but it soon became bearable. She arranged herself so that she was side on to Nathan's view of her, in a position she felt she would be able to hold for a couple of hours at least.

  He sat on a small fold-up stool in front of his easel, and immediately got to work, as if a restored air of professionalism would overcome any embarrassment he might have felt. As he busied himself sketching out the foundations of the picture, Paula started to relax. She began to read a paperback novel, although the distant view was to prove a frequent distraction.

  They hardly said a word for the rest of the morning, Paula not wanting to disturb Nathan's concentration. It was a comfortable silence though, and she was happy being alone with her thoughts as usual. A recurring theme was pondering how many other models Nathan had brought here, but at least it helped take her mind off the fact that Nathan was now concentrating hard on every line, crease and curve of her body.

  'OK, time for lunch I think,' Nathan said a few hours later, breaking the quiet.

  Paula stood up and stretched her limbs out before pacing around. She wandered beyond the shade of the tree, the sun now high in the sky with its heat relentlessly beating down. She turned to look back at Nathan, who was occupied laying out the food and wine on the blanket. As she returned to him, she couldn't help but feel astounded by the spread he had laid on for her. She knelt down opposite him, the food in between them.

  'Wow Nathan, that looks lovely. You must've been up all night preparing this. Trying to impress me, were you?'

  'Something like that,' he laughed, as he began to pour white wine into two plastic beakers. 'Sorry, I didn't think my best crystal glasses would survive the trip.'

  He handed one of the drinks across to Paula, and she felt her fingers brush against his as she took it off him. Immediately, she took a gulp, the still-cool liquid both refreshing her and helping to steady her nerves, as she viewed him intently.

  An hour or so later, when they had finished eating, the sun reached its zenith. The breezeless hot air, combined with the effects of half a bottle of wine, made Paula feel slightly drowsy, yet content.

  But, she again wondered, how many other models had received this treatment? Was it a proven seduction technique? Shamelessly, she silently admitted to herself that it was working on her. Furthermore, Paula decided, she would not reject the advances she knew were about to come her way.

  'Right, let's get back to work,' Nathan said as he meticulously packed the remnants of their lunch away.

  'What? What about...'

  'What about what? Come on, we can do a couple more hours.'

  Paula recreated her pose from earlier, although she was now totally unable to concentrate on her book. She did not know whether to feel silly for thinking Nathan was planning to seduce her at this remote spot, surprise that he had not taken the opportunity, or offence that he had (in her mind, at least) now deemed her unworthy of his attention.

  So the afternoon did not pass as well as the morning. Paula just pretended to read, as she slowly stewed in her thoughts of rejection.

  At around four o'clock, Nathan rose off his stool, and took a step back from the canvas.

  'There, I think it's virtually complete,' he announced proudly. 'Do you want to come and see it, Paula?'

  'What's wrong with me?' she blurted out, unable to contain her frustration any longer.

  Nathan stood there, stunned, as she glared at him.

  'Wrong? Sorry Paula, I don't understand, you'll have to...'

  'We get along really well,' Paula interrupted, trying very hard to keep the tone of her voice even and measured. 'You bring me here, like I'm sure you've done many times before with many different girls, but then you decide what - I'm actually not attractive enough? Or good enough for you? It must be nice to be able to pick and choose who you can be bothered to seduce.'

  'Seduce? Have you got heatstroke Paula? I didn't bring you here to seduce you. And I didn't realise you had such a low opinion of me.'

  'So you are gay! I was right all along, but you just wouldn't admit it.'

  'No!,' he protested. 'I'm not gay - not that there's anything wrong with that. You've obviously got me all wrong Paula. You might not believe it, but I don't make a habit of taking advantage of my models. That's so bloody cliched. And it's also unprofessional.'

  'Oh... right... so there's nothing wrong with me?' Paula said, now trying to look anywhere except directly at Nathan, wishing the ground beneath her would just open up.

  He walked up to where she was sat against the tree trunk and crouched down beside her. Nathan had never been so physically close to Paula before. Reaching forward, he took her hand in his.

  'Listen to me Paula: There's absolutely nothing wrong with you, I've never heard anything so daft. The truth is I think you're great. But it's not just the way you look, and it's certainly not because you're my model. It's strange you know, you being naked whenever we're together - it's like I've always been familiar with your body, but I've had to get to know your personality. But I like what I've gotten to know so far - apart from being accused of being a serial seducer.'

  'OK...' Paula mumbled, forcing a smile.

  'But I accept your apology for that.'

  'Apology? Oh... yes... I think I probably owe you one for my little outburst. Sorry Nathan, maybe we can just forget all about it?'

  Nathan just smiled, before lifting her hand up to his mouth, kissing it slowly. When he released it, Paula expected him to return to his painting.

  Instead, he leant forward, his lips finding hers. Catching her unawares, it took an instant for Paula to react. But then her response came, as she pushed her tongue lightly against his, her heart now pounding.

  As they kissed in the late afternoon heat, their passion slowly became more confident. Nathan moved his mouth off hers, sliding onto Paula's left cheek, planting a series of gentle kisses on her smooth sk
in. She closed her eyes as she felt the damp trail move down, over her jaw, onto the side of her neck.

  Nathan kissed and gently nibbled her ear lobe before he recommenced the downwards journey. Paula craned her neck to the side as his lips moved into the hollow between her neck and collar bone. Her breathing was gradually becoming heavier as her chest became the focus of his attention, his mouth tracing a line that aimed straight towards her left breast.

  She involuntarily let out a small gasp as Nathan's lips first touched the areola. Paula then felt his tongue scribing a moist circle around its circumference, playfully delaying the moment that her nipple, by now hardened, would be the object of his attention. Luckily, Nathan sensed her impatience, and his mouth closed around it, the tip of his tongue flicking against her erect flesh before he began to suck on her.

  Paula opened her eyes to look down at him, and ran one hand through his tousled hair as she let her other hand rub and squeeze her right breast. How long had he felt like this about her, she wondered? Her thoughts, however, were soon sidetracked by the feel of his hand on her thigh, languidly stroking along its length.

  As if to encourage him, she allowed her legs to part slightly. He immediately accepted the unspoken invitation, his fingers reaching around to feel the soft inside of her leg.

  She almost shuddered when his fingers first stretched higher up, just brushing against the dark patch of her pubic hair, before they quickly retreated again. He repeated the movement several times, while his mouth continued to greedily enjoy her breast. Paula could only feel a growing tingling sensation between her legs, and she was on the verge of begging him to touch her down there, to satisfy her need.

  But instead he suddenly stood up, as if denying her. Paula let her hand slip off her right breast and she looked up at him. Surely he had not changed his mind? Was he that scared his reputation as an artist and teacher might suffer if such activities with a model were ever uncovered?