A Sculptor and His Muse Chapter One Part Two

She takes a deep breath and slumps a little.  A few seconds later she stands grasping the blanket in front but letting it drop in the back exposing her whole backside.  Her ass is really nice.  Slightly larger than I’ve seen on someone her size, very round with a slight jiggle when she walks.  In contrast her waist was tiny giving her an almost exaggerated hourglass figure.  Her skin milky white like her face and shoulder especially on her bare ass.
     
When she takes a step she almost trips over the blanket in front of her but quickly compensates.  She inspects my sculpture of her.  I can’t read her expression but it changes and she reaches out and touches the wet clay of her likeness, rubs it then draws back to sniff her fingers.  Very strange, she places her fingers in her mouth to tastes them.  She breathes in deeply and sits on the stool I was sitting on with her fingers still in her mouth.
     
Looking conflicted she scans the windows then the door.  She drops her guard, pulls her fingers out of her mouth and puts them under the blanket between her legs.  OH MY GOD!!!  Is she touching herself?  She is. She closes her eyes, mouth open just slightly and starts rubbing herself slowly.  Her other hand still holding the blanket over her chest drops enough that one of her plump breast plops out with a jiggle.  My dick rapidly grows hard staring at her heaving breast, it’s big pink nipple staring right at me fully erect.  She opens her eyes again looking at my sculpture fixedly.  She’s masturbating to my sculpture of her.  That’s so hot!!!  I can tell she’s trying to hurry before I get back.  ”Take your time my sweet.  I won't come back until you’re finished up.”  I whisper.
     
She spreads her legs as wide as she can, her pussy is still covered by the gyrating blanket.  She drops the blanket over her one hidden breast so the hand covering it could join the other one at her crotch.  Now I can see both her tits jiggling in unison.  Her breathing increases.  What a sight, her glistening, bouncing tits.
     
I still can’t see her pussy but it looks like one of her hands is sliding in and out of her pussy while the other one massages her clit under the wadded up blanket.  Damn, I’m so excited I feel like I’m going to cum in my pants.  I’ve never seen anything like this.
     
Her movement and breathing increase to a frenzied pace.  Her hand appears from under the blanket grabbing it and throws it to the floor by her feet then quickly her hand returns to her clit.  I can hear the wet sloshing sound of her fingers pumping in and out of her cunt.  She’s getting close to cumming and is to the point that she doesn’t  care if I or anybody else sees her.  She lifts her ass up off my stool and starts bucking it into the air.
     
She stops moving for a second, and pulls her wet fingers out of her pussy still massaging her clit with the other.  Her whole body tightens up and she let’s out a loud moan as she arches up on her toes and starts shaking as a long milky white liquid shoots out of her pussy a couple of feet, some of it hitting my sculpture but most of it hitting her legs and the floor.  A second arc comes out with a little less force dripping down the stool and her legs, the a third coating her legs and dripping down to her calves and feet.
     
Sitting there for a moment small tremors course through her body, the after effects of her orgasm.
     
My dick lurches in my pants as my balls draw up.  Holy shit I’m about to cum.  I can’t let this happen.  I don’t have another change of cloths and she’ll know that I was spying on her if I come back with my pants soaked with cum.  I force myself to look away from this pale angel and try to think of something else.  I feel my sperm get almost all the way to the tip of my cock and lurch a couple of times.  It feels good but I don’t think I came.  Damn I hope I didn’t cum.  It sure felt good but I don’t feel wet.  I step back and pull out my still hard dick and check my underwear.  A couple of drops but that is it.  I squeeze the base and run it up to the tip to make sure it’s empty.  A thin string comes out and slowly stretches to the floor and breaks.  I do it again, this time only a couple of drips, then one more time…..empty.  Damn that was close.
     
I peek thru the curtain again.  She’s just sitting there breathing hard, face aiming at the ceiling with her eyes closed.  Back leaned against the wall, legs still spread, pussy dripping a small trickle now.  Her whole body looking spent from her massive orgasm and covered in sweat.
     
I didn’t notice until now that her pussy is smooth and hairless.  I’ve never seen or heard of that before.  She seems so different, so exotic.
     
Suddenly she leaps up like a bolt of lightning, looks at the window then the door in a panic.  Even though it's only been around 10 minutes she must have lost track of how much time has passed and worrying I’ll come in any moment.  In a hurry she looks around at her mess all over the stool and floor, then for something to clean it with.  The only rags I have out are covering unused clay.  The rest is under the sink and in the back but she doesn’t know that.  Grabbing the blanket she starts mopping the floor and stool with it.  Running back to her pedestal she covers herself back up with it and assumes her earlier pose.
     
It’s time for me to come back.  I wait for my hard-on to subside a little, it won't go completely away.  Buttoning my pants up I straighten myself up and head back.  This will be interesting.

to be continued...