Extase de Paris

[Brutus 2,206]

Extase de Paris

(An art student gets to have fun observing some artful peeing while traveling abroad)

 

Thoughts of Yvonne were all Ryan's mind had room for. He relaxed into the seat as the plane prepared to leave Paris. The university sponsored trip with his classmates to the infamous city introduced to them new people, culture, sights, food and a surprise experience beyond anyone's prediction. The third and final day of their stay was of overcast skies as they visited an art museum belonging to a wealthy friend of their professor. Converted from one of his mansions and due open to the public the next day, he granted them an exclusive tour. A few minutes after admiring the paintings and sculptures on display, he saw a stunning woman with a glass of wine appear and introduce herself as Yvonne, kissing their professor on the cheek. A well-kept, elegant woman of late forties with a long ponytail, wearing a tight black midi skirt, white blouse and high heels, she was a former model and wife of the owner. Privy to fine details since an early age, Ryan was more fond of her then anything the museum could offer. The curves of her body, no longer abused from the model's diet, were finally allowed to blossom into the feminine shape nature intended. Drawing him in further were her eyes, bright-gray and surrounded by black eye-shadow that radiated a tamed fire that he could feel hiding within her.

Yvonne showed the group around a bit, educating them about some of the art before inviting them outside to the patio. She told of her modeling days in the states and encouraged them to share their future aspirations with her over drinks and snacks while they waited for the other six students to arrive. Fifteen minutes later, she excused herself and Ryan wandered off on his own to revisit some of the paintings. “You like this one?” he heard from behind. As he turned around, Yvonne was strolling up to him, having refilled her wine glass. The expression on her face was neutral, leaving him unsure of her feelings. “Ye, yes ma'am I do like it,” he replied. “It's not a famous piece. A friend of ours did it right before he passed two years back. You remind me of him quite a bit, his name was Paul. He liked doing these landscape scenes. What's your name?”

“Ryan. I'm sorry to hear that. It is a beautiful painting.”

“It is. I love it. Well Ryan, we have some time. Since you admire this one, follow me upstairs, there is more of his work in storage. I think you'd appreciate it. My assistant can give your other classmates their tour.”

He complied and followed her, conflicted about how justified he was in feeling that her proposition was odd to some extent. The second floor was unattended and quiet as she led him around a few corners down the spacious hall, giving him time to admire her from behind. The clicking of her heels echoed around them as the sound of rainfall began. They entered a large room containing various art pieces. Yvonne told him she was going to use the restroom across the hall and come right back. Ryan observed the paintings, all of which were of busty women in sexual poses. Yvonne returned, too soon to have done her business. “Merde, I forgot the bathroom on this floor is being remodeled, I'll just go when we head back down,” she said while joining him, sipping her wine as Ryan looked around. She continued, “I think you understand now why I said you remind me of Paul. He liked breasts, same as you.” Rattled by her comment, Ryan asked why she would assume such, to which she replied, “You think I didn't notice you staring at my chest down there?” Having Yvonne confront him about his gaze caused a jolt through his body. He began to stumble through shame to apologize, only for her to chuckle and reassure him that she was used to being looked at.

As the rain grew stronger, they walked around looking at the paintings, with Yvonne revealing that each one was a woman from Paul's life. The first one, of a young petite blonde, showed her laying on her stomach, chin resting in palms, on a bed fully nude with morning sunshine highlighting her backside.

“This is Mary, his first love. Her family didn't approve of their romance and drove them apart.”

The next was of a curvy woman with thick brown hair, seated on the edge of a table with her legs spread, shaved pussy in plain view, with arms raised, ruffling her thick curls and smiling.

“This is Danielle, his ex-wife and mother of his two daughters. He did this early in their relationship. She divorced him years ago, 2012 I think. He was never the same after that. He drank himself to death but the heartbreak of losing her is what really killed him.”

Following two more paintings of other women from his past in less explicit rendition, they arrived at one with a unique story. It was of a slim woman in high heels shown from behind standing in wide stance and looking to the side, her face covered down to the lips by the shadow of the fancy hat she wore, while fully nude. “And her,” asked Ryan.

“This here...is Justine. They dated briefly after his divorce.”

“You don't seem fond of her.”

“After her and Paul split, my husband Arthur took quite the liking to her. They had eyes on each other the first time they met. When I found out they were sleeping together, I threatened to expose some things about his business that he doesn't want the world knowing about. She was gone after that.”

“Whoa. I like how you handled it, stern but graceful.”

“Oh it wasn't all graceful, I had a knife to his throat when I threatened him.”

“A knife?! Holy shit.”

“Haha, anyway, you know what Ryan, I trust you. Here's a little secret about this painting between me and you. After a few drinks one night, Paul told me the original version was identical but with her peeing and that he sometimes held her from behind while she peed and that he tasted it. Oh how he begged me to keep that to myself after he sobered up.”

“What?! Did...did you ever see that one?”

“No. Why, does that interest you, seeing a woman pee?”

“Well no, no I just, was curious since you know, there's so many erotic pieces in here. I just figured it's in here as well.”

“Uh huh...Anyway, when he told me that, I said that version would've at least distracted from her bad posture. Her legs aren't straight enough, back not arched in enough. I did that pose countless times. I know when a girl isn't doing it right, not that she was a model but still I can see how much better it can be, how much more power it can have.”

“Well, would you be willing to show a young man how a professional does it?”

Yvonne laughed and took the final sip of her wine. With her inhibitions lowered just enough to entertain the idea, she handed Ryan the glass and stood a few feet in front of the painting, mimicking Justine's pose. The rain continued to pour down heavy. She looked back at him and lowered her eye brows in a seductive stare. Years of modeling experience honed to an instinct resurfaced like the flip of a switch. “How is this,” she asked. Ryan replied, “Good!” Enjoying the return to her younger self, she stood in a wider stance and pushed her backside further out. She then lifted the left side of her skirt to knee level with one hand and fluffed her hair with the other while still holding eye-contact with him. Ryan admired every inch of her, no longer ashamed, given the change in her behavior. The energy radiating from her made him understand what she meant about the power of doing a pose properly. “Wow. That's perfect. You definitely look better than Justine.” Yvonne's next question took him by surprise, despite how close the situation had already come to crossing a line.

“Would I still look better than her if I were peeing?”

“I can't judge what I can't see.”

As he stood nervous from the growing intensity, she stared at him briefly then pulled her skirt higher, above her waist. The sight of her thighs and ass, with only a white thong wedged within, elevated Ryan to a new level of arousal. Her body seemed age-resistant, each cheek smooth and plump to nearly perfect shape even for a woman half her years. His skin flushed, then a moment later, a yellow trickle began falling through her underwear and pooling between her feet on the wood floor. Her excitement was apparent as she continued to pee with a more forceful stream. The look on Ryan's face was plenty reassurance that she wasn't the only one enjoying it. With one hand, she moved her thong aside. The moment her pussy was free from the fabric, her stream grew with pressure as each second passed. Before long, the sound of hissing became audible over the rainfall. The insides of her thighs soon were wet as the flow of pee continued to spray harder. Yvonne now had a wine-fueled gush of a torrent flooding the floor. Still looking at him, her smile turned to laughter, overcome by the arousal from such intense relief and indulging her hidden exhibitionist urges. With her puddle having spread far enough to touch his shoe, Ryan felt compelled to make a bold move. He approached and pressed into her from behind, putting his hands around her stomach. She embraced his touch and his erection poking her as her messy flow stopped. With his mouth at her ear, he asked,

“You think this is how Paul held Justine?”

“Mmm, I think it could've been.”

“What do you think he said to her while he held her?”

“I get the feeling there wasn't much being said at this point, especially after she finished.”

“So are you finished?”

Yvonne guided his hands to her crotch and pulled up on her labia. She pushed hard, releasing a noisy pressurized gush straight forward that struck the painting of Justine. “Yes, again!” he said to her. She took a breath and pushed, blasting it once more, directly on Justine's face. A large spatter covered the portrait of Paul's beloved at all four corners, trailing down and spilling from the easel. She turned around in his arms and replied, “Now I'm finished.”

The kiss that followed was enraged with passion. Ryan made his way down and teased Yvonne by licking the pee from her legs and ankles in a slow and soft manner that drove her mad. He slid her thong off and gave her pussy a level of oral pleasure she forgot existed, good enough that she would've done anything for more. He was addicted to the sweetness of her aroma and taste of pee that remained on her labia, swollen pink with arousal. She struggled to keep her breath under the pleasure. A minute later, an orgasm stronger than she'd felt in years was building right as Ryan stood up and unzipped his pants. He carried her to the desk at the side of the room. She locked her legs around his waist. She twitched and nearly came the moment he penetrated. He slowly pushed deeper, trying to control his own climax. Then he pulled back and thrust in again. Barely two minutes in, Yvonne gasped. Her eyes rolled back, body stiffened as the orgasm took over. Ryan felt her walls tighten around his shaft as she made primitive moans. With a few more thrusts, he joined her in release.

Thunder accompanied the heavy rain as they regained composure and prepared to return to the others on the first floor. Ryan picked up Yvonne's underwear and handed it to her. She responded, “Keep it, I hate them anyway.” As hot as he found her refusal to wear them, even more of a turn on was the nonchalant manner in which she stepped in her pee puddle on her way to the door. Before she opened it to leave, he asked her the question that was eating at him since she told him the intimate stories behind Paul's paintings.

“Yvonne. Were you and Paul...”

A master of ambiguity, she smiled and replied, “Well, aren't you imaginative.” Back on the first floor, she was smooth when inserting herself back into the social scene, interacting with guests like nothing happened. The rest of his classmates were finishing their tour and it was soon time to leave. With goodbyes exchanged, they all left for the airport to board the plane. The other students chatted about the sights they saw as the engines started up. Thoughts of Yvonne were all Ryan's mind had room for.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited October 13, 2020 by Brutus

[nopjans 1,178]

Exquisitely told, @Brutus. I always enjoy seeing a new story from you.

Edited October 12, 2020 by nopjans

[Lutab 1,052]

Very hot. Great work 🙂