Reunion with Karin in the Forest
Reunion with Karin in the Forest
Hello!
Spring is here, and it's time to enjoy nature again.
I drove to the forest where I usually take my photos.
I also wanted to check if the winter storms had knocked down any trees blocking the path.
Luckily, only a few branches had broken off, but they were lying right on the path. While I was clearing the branches away, I heard a rustling sound behind me.
I looked up, and there she was: Karin, the painter.
We hadn't seen each other for three years, and I was very happy to meet her here. Karin often walks in the forest here, making sketches and drafts for her oil paintings.
That's how I first met her.
It was summer, and I was gathering firewood.
She came around the corner, we chatted briefly, and suddenly she asked if she could paint me.
As I was, in jeans and without a shirt, I agreed. I was to sit on a wooden block next to the woodpile. She gave me a few more instructions and then began to draw.
I had to sit on the block for a whole hour, then she said that was enough.
She would continue working on the drawing in the evening and asked if I would like to come to her small studio the next day so she could add a few more details. There would also be coffee.
I agreed, rang the doorbell the next afternoon, and we went to her studio.
It was really cozy there. A small seating area, a chaise longue, her easel, and countless paintings.
Some of the paintings depicted women and men, nudes.
Oh dear… I thought, and I had been expecting something erotic.
But she asked me to take off my shirt again and sit on the stool she had provided.
I did as she said. She stood in front of me and turned my body into the light, just as she needed for the composition.
... … It took another hour, and I was glad when she said she had marked enough and that I should put my shirt back on.
Then we had coffee, chatted for a bit, and I brought up the nude photos.
Karin smiled and asked if I'd be interested in posing for such photos.
"Why not?" I replied.
"I kind of figured as much," came the response.
"Why?" I said, smiling.
Karin looked at me, smiled, and then said that she'd seen me in the fall, taking some photos by a shed.
"I could see everything clearly... even how you ejaculated." She smiled and added that I shouldn't be embarrassed.
That was a surprise, but I couldn't help smiling.
"The picture will be finished in two days. Come by and take a look. And if you'd like another one after that... we can definitely do that."
"Why not?" was my reply.
We had another cup of coffee, and then I had to leave.
... Two days later, after showering and shaving, I drove to Karin's.
She was already waiting for me, and we went into the studio.
First, we looked at the finished painting; she had done a great job.
Then she came to me, took my hands, and said, "Take your clothes off." I did, and then I stood naked in front of her.
"Lie down on the couch; I'll get the easel," she said, and went to the other side of the studio.
I lay down on the couch, Karin got the easel, and then came over to show me how I should lie.
She turned me a little, adjusted my torso and arms, and then took hold of my legs, positioning them as she wanted. She walked a few meters away, came back, and changed everything a little more.
Then she wanted to move my penis a little to the other side. And my testicles were to be adjusted a bit as well.
She touched my penis with her soft hands, and that was it. My penis became stiff and hard.
Karin looked enraptured and asked if it would last long.
"I have no idea," I replied.
Karin sat down on her chair by the easel and watched, but nothing happened; my penis remained stiff.
She watched for a few more minutes, then came over.
Karin sat down next to me on the chaise longue, looked at me, then took my penis and skillfully massaged it.
I looked a little bewildered, but she just said, "Anyone who can make porn films certainly wouldn't mind a massage like this."
And she continued.
Skillfully, she moved her hand faster and faster on my cock; it wasn't long before I came.
That was incredibly hot, I really enjoyed it.
She took a towel, wiped away the semen, and asked, "Are you ready now?"
"Yes," I said, and she took my cock in her hand again and positioned it. She also tugged on my balls a little so they were in the right place and clearly visible.
Then Karin started painting me, and I enjoyed watching her.
I lay there as a model for two hours, which was very comfortable.
Then we stopped. She said that was enough, and the rest was just finishing touches.
I got up, went over to her, and took a look at what she had painted.
She had talent. Then I slowly went to my clothes and got dressed.
She watched me, and I enjoyed her gaze.
Nothing else happened, so I decided to leave.
"May I see the finished painting this weekend?" I asked, and she said she'd be delighted if I came by on Saturday.
To cut a long story short: The painting was fantastic, Karin was a good painter.
We didn't have sex, and I didn't care. It had already been a wonderful and exciting experience...
Did you enjoy the story? Then I'd appreciate a like.
Hello!
Spring is here, and it's time to enjoy nature again.
I drove to the forest where I usually take my photos.
I also wanted to check if the winter storms had knocked down any trees blocking the path.
Luckily, only a few branches had broken off, but they were lying right on the path. While I was clearing the branches away, I heard a rustling sound behind me.
I looked up, and there she was: Karin, the painter.
We hadn't seen each other for three years, and I was very happy to meet her here. Karin often walks in the forest here, making sketches and drafts for her oil paintings.
That's how I first met her.
It was summer, and I was gathering firewood.
She came around the corner, we chatted briefly, and suddenly she asked if she could paint me.
As I was, in jeans and without a shirt, I agreed. I was to sit on a wooden block next to the woodpile. She gave me a few more instructions and then began to draw.
I had to sit on the block for a whole hour, then she said that was enough.
She would continue working on the drawing in the evening and asked if I would like to come to her small studio the next day so she could add a few more details. There would also be coffee.
I agreed, rang the doorbell the next afternoon, and we went to her studio.
It was really cozy there. A small seating area, a chaise longue, her easel, and countless paintings.
Some of the paintings depicted women and men, nudes.
Oh dear… I thought, and I had been expecting something erotic.
But she asked me to take off my shirt again and sit on the stool she had provided.
I did as she said. She stood in front of me and turned my body into the light, just as she needed for the composition.
... … It took another hour, and I was glad when she said she had marked enough and that I should put my shirt back on.
Then we had coffee, chatted for a bit, and I brought up the nude photos.
Karin smiled and asked if I'd be interested in posing for such photos.
"Why not?" I replied.
"I kind of figured as much," came the response.
"Why?" I said, smiling.
Karin looked at me, smiled, and then said that she'd seen me in the fall, taking some photos by a shed.
"I could see everything clearly... even how you ejaculated." She smiled and added that I shouldn't be embarrassed.
That was a surprise, but I couldn't help smiling.
"The picture will be finished in two days. Come by and take a look. And if you'd like another one after that... we can definitely do that."
"Why not?" was my reply.
We had another cup of coffee, and then I had to leave.
... Two days later, after showering and shaving, I drove to Karin's.
She was already waiting for me, and we went into the studio.
First, we looked at the finished painting; she had done a great job.
Then she came to me, took my hands, and said, "Take your clothes off." I did, and then I stood naked in front of her.
"Lie down on the couch; I'll get the easel," she said, and went to the other side of the studio.
I lay down on the couch, Karin got the easel, and then came over to show me how I should lie.
She turned me a little, adjusted my torso and arms, and then took hold of my legs, positioning them as she wanted. She walked a few meters away, came back, and changed everything a little more.
Then she wanted to move my penis a little to the other side. And my testicles were to be adjusted a bit as well.
She touched my penis with her soft hands, and that was it. My penis became stiff and hard.
Karin looked enraptured and asked if it would last long.
"I have no idea," I replied.
Karin sat down on her chair by the easel and watched, but nothing happened; my penis remained stiff.
She watched for a few more minutes, then came over.
Karin sat down next to me on the chaise longue, looked at me, then took my penis and skillfully massaged it.
I looked a little bewildered, but she just said, "Anyone who can make porn films certainly wouldn't mind a massage like this."
And she continued.
Skillfully, she moved her hand faster and faster on my cock; it wasn't long before I came.
That was incredibly hot, I really enjoyed it.
She took a towel, wiped away the semen, and asked, "Are you ready now?"
"Yes," I said, and she took my cock in her hand again and positioned it. She also tugged on my balls a little so they were in the right place and clearly visible.
Then Karin started painting me, and I enjoyed watching her.
I lay there as a model for two hours, which was very comfortable.
Then we stopped. She said that was enough, and the rest was just finishing touches.
I got up, went over to her, and took a look at what she had painted.
She had talent. Then I slowly went to my clothes and got dressed.
She watched me, and I enjoyed her gaze.
Nothing else happened, so I decided to leave.
"May I see the finished painting this weekend?" I asked, and she said she'd be delighted if I came by on Saturday.
To cut a long story short: The painting was fantastic, Karin was a good painter.
We didn't have sex, and I didn't care. It had already been a wonderful and exciting experience...
Did you enjoy the story? Then I'd appreciate a like.
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