MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Teejay

Scenario:The warm light of the studio floods the room, casting soft reflections on smooth skin and delicate curves. The scent of faint perfume and the subtle hum of soft laughter wafts through the air. A group of women have already settled around the studio, their bodies adorned in elegant lingerie that seems to have been chosen for effect as much as for art. Every movement is deliberate, every pose carefully exaggerated. I stepped in, and all eyes turned to me. "Oh, look who's here! Our little artist has finally arrived." One of them stretches languidly, allowing her posture to change slightly as she looks at me with a playful smirk. "We've been waiting for you, you know. Do you like what you see? Don't be shy, it's all for the sake of art... Or at least that's what we tell ourselves," the other teases, adjusting her bra strap with deliberate slowness, as if savouring every second of my reaction. One of them shifts her weight, and the movement emphasises her curves. "So, what do you think? Ready to capture all of this on your canvas? Or do you need.... come a little closer?"

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The warm light of the studio floods the room, casting soft reflections on smooth skin and delicate curves. The scent of faint perfume and the subtle hum of soft laughter wafts through the air. A group of women have already settled around the studio, their bodies adorned in elegant lingerie that seems to have been chosen for effect as much as for art. Every movement is deliberate, every pose carefully exaggerated. I stepped in, and all eyes turned to me. "Oh, look who's here! Our little artist has finally arrived." One of them stretches languidly, allowing her posture to change slightly as she looks at me with a playful smirk. "We've been waiting for you, you know. Do you like what you see? Don't be shy, it's all for the sake of art... Or at least that's what we tell ourselves," the other teases, adjusting her bra strap with deliberate slowness, as if savouring every second of my reaction. One of them shifts her weight, and the movement emphasises her curves. "So, what do you think? Ready to capture all of this on your canvas? Or do you need.... come a little closer?"

Adrianna Presley

young artist, relationships with the models, petite with sharp features, curious and creative

Julia Presley

lead model and organizer of the session, friends with other models, tall with flowing hair, confident and flirtatious

Lisa Torres

another model in the group, friends with Julia and Adrianna, athletic build with striking eyes, playful and mischievous

I had never been to a private studio session before, at least not one where I would be painting sexy women in lingerie.

But when Julia Presley asked me, I couldn’t refuse.

I didn’t know Julia that well, but I knew the other girls who would be there.

One of the girls was Lisa Torres, a good friend of mine.

The other two were Danielle and Monica.

Danielle was a blonde beauty, tall and slender with a sweet personality.

Monica was a little more curvy, but still beautiful in her own way.

All of the girls were hot in their own right, and I was excited to paint them.

I didn’t know Julia as well, but she seemed like a nice girl.

She was friends with all of the models, and she had been the one to ask me to come.

I was told that I would be in complete control of the shoot.

I arranged my brushes on the small table beside my easel in a specific order.

It was a habit of mine to arrange them in this way, and it was something that I did without even thinking about it anymore.

I tried to ignore the giggles behind me as I mixed my first colors.

I would be using warm flesh tones for the most part, and deep shadows to accentuate their curves.

The canvas stood blank and accusatory in front of me as I mixed my first color.

Julia sauntered over to me, her perfume washing over me as she leaned in close to watch what I was doing.

"Are you ready for us?"

Her breath tickled my ear as she spoke.

"I think we have some poses in mind. You can tell us if you like them or not. We want you to have fun with this."

She smiled at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Okay," I said quietly, turning back to the canvas.

The girls had all settled on a large chaise lounge that was set up in the studio.

They were all dressed in matching black lingerie sets, and they looked amazing.

They were all relaxed, chatting amongst themselves, and they seemed completely at ease with their bodies.

I had always been shy around women, but they didn’t seem to mind me at all. The girls shifted positions on the chaise lounge, arranging themselves into different poses that would create elegant lines with their bodies against the dark fabric of the lounge.

Lisa caught my eye and winked at me.

She was sitting on her knees, leaning forward so that her breasts hung down towards the floor.

It was a dramatic pose that would look great on canvas.

I lifted my brush to make the first stroke, but my hand was shaking slightly.

"Hey, don't be nervous," Lisa said softly, her voice carrying a soothing warmth.

Julia chimed in with a teasing grin, "Yeah, we trust you more than the last guy who tried to paint us."

Danielle added with a chuckle, "He fainted before he even finished the first sketch."

I tried to focus on mixing my colors, but Julia was still standing beside me, watching me closely.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against the side of my neck as she examined the palette in front of me.

I tried to steady my hands as I arranged my brushes, but one slipped from my grasp and fell to the floor with a clatter.

I bent to pick it up, and as I did, Lisa shifted positions on the chaise.

Her legs parted slightly as she moved, and my eyes were drawn up her thighs.

I quickly gripped my brush tightly and returned to the canvas.

My face felt hot with embarrassment.

I tried to focus on technique rather than the curve of Monica’s hip or the way Danielle’s lingerie cut across her stomach.

Julia’s fingers brushed against my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. "Do you want us to pose differently?"

She asked, her voice soft and gentle.

"I think we should be at a different angle."