"I suppose...Um..." I stammer, trying to get the words out as my frazzled mind tries to decide on what to say to Molly. Was the dinner meant to be a date? What sort of modelling was she going to ask me to do? It was all so sudden, though this woman seemed to be fairly upfront.
"Um...where would I..." I begin to squeak out, playing with and biting my lower lip as I feel a warm glow wash over me at the thought of being painted.
"I use the studio over in the Hawthorn Annex" Molly states, grinning wider as she realizes my interest. She stares blankly for a moment before recoiling a little, a dumbfounded look plastered across her face. "I mean Latham College" she clarifies, placing her palm to her forehead "Sorry, I'm still out of it. I'm used to people just...knowing the campus"
The gears in my head begin to spin as she brings up the college. I knew of it in passing, a smaller tertiary institution far out past the eastern suburbs. Compared to my old place of study and work it leaned closer to an arts college, being founded as such, but had developed to offer a range of courses.
"That's...pretty far" I mutter, looking down as I try to plan out how to get there or how I'd even pay for the bus or train over there. "But I did want to enroll somewhere and..." I continue before suddenly being cut off by an excited Molly.
"Oh I'll drive you" she exclaims giddily. "And I can show you around campus, the lake, the gardens, and I guess the admin offices if you want to start your college career" she continues with a wink.
"Well...in that case...sure, I can be your model" I meekly mewl, blushing and shuffling my feet in place as I play with the hem of my shirt.
"Score!" shouts Molly, pumping her fist in triumph before growing embarrassed at her outburst. "I mean...Thank you so much" she says, showing the first real sign of nervousness. Before I can get a word in she leans down, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into an embrace. My heart skips a beat, a soft squeak escaping my lips as I feel my massive chest press into and dwarf her rather modest bust. I awkwardly wrap my own small arms around her, patting her on the back a little as she squeezes me.
After lingering in the hug for a little longer than feels normal Molly pulls back up, blushing a little herself.
"I mean it, I'll owe you for this" she mutters, looking away at the sudden shift towards vulnerability. "I've been trying to get this done for...well longer than I'd like...I can't do self portraits" she mumbles, obviously not liking talking about her weaknesses.
"It's alright, I'm...I'm happy to help" I chime in, my charming accent seeming to brighten up the room as a smile creeps back onto Molly's lips.
"I'm sure we'll have fun with it" she replies, her body language slowly returning to the confident and assertive woman that had been parading around my apartment mere minutes ago.
"Do I need to wear anything specific?" I ask, glancing to my bedroom with full knowledge of my limited clothing options.
"Just wear whatever you like" chirps Molly, her eyes darting up and down my short curvaceous form "We have...other options in the annex"
"Other...alright...so..." I mutter, trailing off as I try to think about what else to ask.
"I'll come get you at...ten I guess? I need a bit of a sleep in after the day I've had with that...I've already complained enough. Thanks again, for the dinner and for this" she interjects, her look softening as she thanks me yet another time.
I can't help but giggle as she rambles, finding how she was acting endearing. "No problem" I chirp, wriggling my wide hips a little in excitement about the day I had planned for tomorrow. As I look at Molly I see her eyes lock onto my hips as I move them, a rosy blush growing on her cheeks before she suddenly looks to the front door.
"I should probably go, can't leave Benji alone in the apartment for too long" she states before giving me a bit of side eye and a smirk "otherwise he'll start thinking that he owns the place."
"Alright...um...thanks for stopping by" I reply, walking towards the door ahead of her. "It was nice to meet you and I guess I'll be seeing you in the morning" I chime, finding my strut through the apartment having the same level of confident sway and ass shaking as when I had left the Qwik-Stop.
I hear Molly cough a little behind me as she follows along, clearing throat after swallowing hard. "Yeah, no it was nice to meet you too" she states, slowly heading out through the still open front door. She slows down a little as she leaves, looking back at me as I give her a warm smile while I close the door.
She gives one last wave as the door shuts between us, the sound of her footsteps carrying her away and down the stairwell growing quieter in the distance.
With a sigh I lean my back against the door, my heart hammering in my chest.
"Cute...she thinks I'm..." I whisper, looking down at my busty self dressed only in large men's shirt, a dark purple bra, and a pair of panties. Reaching down I fiddle with my shirt, reaching beneath it and sliding my petite hand into the black panties clinging to my crotch. Thinking of the mischievous and confident Molly, the nervous and kind Ben, and the fact I was going to be modeling tomorrow I can feel my pussy tingle enticingly.
Sliding my fingers further down I gently run them over the little mound and swollen lips of my tight sex, the heat and wetness coming from it causing me to smirk lewdly.
"I shouldn't..." I mutter, slowly rubbing the the moist lips as coating my fingers in my own juices. "But...I didn't have much else planned for tonight"
Pulling my hand up from my panties I can't help but giggle as I slowly lick the juices from the slender digits one by one. Swaying my generous hips from side to side I begin to sashay over to the couch, dropping myself down heavily onto the cushions as I sink in.
"I mean...I should probably shower...and try on my new clothes maybe after..." I squeak, rocking my hips as my hands slowly rub against my tight curves. "Gosh...I hope I'm not this...like this everyday" I mewl in mild concern, staring down at the tiny nipples poking through my black cotton shirt.
"I mean...is this above...average?" I coo, my words collapsing into a moan as I reach up and begin to play with my nipples and roughly grasp my heavy perky chest. "Maybe it's just...all...new"
"Okay...I won't be able to focus...like this" I pant, reaching down and sliding a hand into my damp panties.
"Just a quicky" I purr, leaning my head back as I slowly succumb to my body's desires.
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