MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Anonymous

Feb 19

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 decline.

The other models would be her friends, and they were all going to be in lingerie.

It was for an art project, and Julia had made it very clear that it would be hot.

I was given an address and told to be there at ten the next morning.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was excited to find out.

The next morning, I arrived on time, and the door was answered by a man who didn’t say a word.

He stepped aside and motioned me inside.

I walked into a large room, and in the middle of it stood a group of easels.

On the other side of the room, against a wall, were several chairs.

On the floor in front of the chairs was a row of mirrors.

Against one of the walls was a table with drinks and snacks.

I could smell liquor, coffee, and pastries.

Against another wall was a row of wardrobe closets.

Against the last wall was a row of shelves with luggage on them.

I looked around and didn’t see anyone.

"Hello?"

I said.

I walked over to the table and poured myself a cup of coffee.

The aroma filled the air, and I could smell the perfume of the women who would be posing for me.

I looked around, and I could hear the sound of soft laughter coming from behind a curtain.

I wondered who was behind it.

"Hello?"

I said again.

Suddenly, Julia emerged from behind the curtain.

Her hair was down around her shoulders, and she was wearing a black silk robe that was open at the chest.

She smiled at me and walked over to where I was standing.

"There you are, Adrianna," she said, her voice smooth as silk.

Lisa followed behind her, wearing a red satin robe that was also open at the chest.

She had a mischievous look in her eyes as she walked over to me.

"We thought you’d get lost," she said, nudging Julia playfully with her elbow.

I sipped my coffee and looked at them both.

They were both beautiful women, but they were also very different from each other.

Julia had long blonde hair and blue eyes, while Lisa had short brown hair and green eyes.

They were both wearing lingerie that was very revealing, and they seemed to be enjoying themselves. "Ready to start?" asked Julia, gesturing towards the easels.

"Yes," I said, setting my cup down on the table.

I walked over to where Julia was standing and looked at her with a critical eye.

She was wearing a black lace bra that pushed her breasts up high and tight, and a matching pair of panties that left very little to the imagination.

She had a small waist and long legs that seemed to go on forever.

She smiled at me as I looked at her, and I could tell she knew exactly what she was doing to me. "You look beautiful," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Thank you," she replied, smiling even more seductively than before.

"Shall we get started?"

I nodded and walked over to my easel.

I pulled out my paints and began to set them up on my palette.

As I worked, I could feel Julia’s eyes on me, watching every move I made.

I nodded, and they walked over to the easels.

They moved with a practiced grace that was very sexy.

Their silk robes slipped off of their shoulders as they moved, revealing the lingerie underneath.

Julia looked at me, her eyes challenging.

She leaned into Lisa, and they started to move their bodies in a slow dance.

I watched them, my chest fluttering with excitement.

They were very good dancers, and I found myself mesmerized by their movements.

I tried to focus on my brushes, but I couldn’t help sneaking glances at them as they danced.

Lisa’s laughter was soft and musical as she whispered something to Julia.

They turned towards me, striking a pose that demanded attention.