MidReal Story

Tempting Lingerie Muses

Rick Geiser

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 all that well, but I had met her a few times before.

She was a beautiful woman with a great body and a personality to match.

She was confident and flirtatious, bordering on naughty.

I had a feeling that she liked women, but I could also tell that she liked men as well.

When she asked me about the session, I found myself wanting to do it.

Not only because it sounded like it could be fun, but also because I was curious about Julia and what she had in mind.

"Will these be the only poses?"

I asked Julia after she had shown me the poses that she wanted.

The other women who would be modeling with her were nodding in agreement, but I wasn’t so sure.

I wanted this to be more than just some boring ass painting where the women would be standing in the same position as the other models.

"I want it to be sexy," Julia said.

"I want you to make us look sexy and desirable."

"And what about the rest of the painting? Will it just be background or will there be other things in it as well?"

I asked her.

"I want it to be whatever you think will make us look good," Julia said.

"I trust your judgment."

I set up my easel and canvas and began to mix some colors on my palette.

I tried to act like a professional, but I could feel my hands shaking slightly.

I kept stealing glances at the women as they posed for me, their bodies looking amazing in their lingerie.

Julia noticed that I was nervous and came over to me.

She was wearing a black bra and panties set that looked amazing on her body.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"You seem a little nervous."

"I’m fine," I said.

"Just a little anxious about making sure I get everything right."

Julia smiled and leaned in close to me.

"You don’t have to worry about that," she said.

"You’re an amazing artist. I’m sure it will turn out great."

She ran her fingers over my shoulder as she spoke, sending shivers down my spine.

"Maybe we could try something different," she said.

"Something that would make the painting more intimate."

"What did you have in mind?"

I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I was thinking maybe we could do something more natural," Julia said.

"Like what?"

"Maybe we could paint each other," Julia suggested.

"That way we can get a better sense of each other’s bodies and how they look on canvas." "That sounds like a great idea," I said, trying to keep my excitement from showing too much.

I quickly set up another easel and canvas next to mine and handed Julia a brush.

She smiled at me and then turned back to the other women who were posing for us.

They all looked at each other and nodded before turning back to me with big smiles on their faces.

I quickly got back to work, painting Julia’s body as she painted mine.

The other women started moving around, stretching and posing in different ways for us to paint them.

One of them, Lisa, was lying on the chaise lounge, stretching her legs up in the air as she arched her back off of the couch.

"Do you think this will change how people see us?" Lisa asked, glancing over at Julia.

Julia paused, her brush hovering over the canvas.

"Maybe," she replied thoughtfully, "but isn't that the point? To show them who we really are?"

I nodded, positioning my easel so that I could get the perfect angle of Lisa on the chaise lounge.

I started sketching her outline with my charcoal, but Julia walked behind me and I could feel her perfume getting stronger.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and started massaging gently.

"Your muscles are so tense," she murmured.

I tried to focus on the sketch, but Julia’s fingers trailed down my arms, making my strokes unsteady.

Lisa watched us with interest, shifting her pose slightly as she stretched out on the chaise lounge.

"Maybe you should let me help you relax," Julia suggested, reaching for my hand that was holding the charcoal.