Artistic Dreams (closed)

[CFMB_fan]

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"Like this?"

He walked over to the old red bricked wall, and leant against it facing her in a 3/4 turn position, arms folded, but his right hand was upright propping his his as he stroked it making a soft hummmmmm noise...


As Natasha started to draw, he watched her looking at her physique, her attire...

 

[Asa]

She began sketching and seemed to sink almost into a trance as she drew. Pencils then charcoals as she continued almost as if possessed. Speed yet clearly calculated strokes. Her eyes seemed to barely seemed to glance up at him as she worked.

Perfect...

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Max stood there barely moving. He wanted to, but he hated when his models moving. The only part of him that moved were his eyes as he loked at her working.

He studied hermovements, for sure. But he also startedto study her, her looks, her attire, her sexuality.....

 

[Asa]

Her normal studio life attire shorts and t-shirt barefoot once she was in the studio. Her hair loosely pinned back as she sat there sketching. Finally stopping she smiled a little looking at the picture.

Hope you don't mind but I could always picture some former warehouse worker leaning against that ancient wall so since I had a model it just seemed to flow.

She turned the tablet to him to see.

 

[CFMB_fan]

Max stepped over to Natasha and saw the sketch of him.

He smiled - there was a clear resemblance to him, but his attire, was as she suggested more in keeping of the original use of the warehouse.

"I like it" he offered meeting her eyes. they were intense deep colour.....

"Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes Natasha?" with a smile on his lips....

 

[Asa]

She nervously brushed her hair behind her ear at his comment on her eyes.

It has been a very long time.

Her eyes seemed to sink into his for a moment before falling back to the sketch. His eyes were so intoxicating but she was married and no matter how alone she was not the kind to cheat.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"So Natasha, what else do you have to do for your exhibition?" He spoke slowly as if his mid was preoccupied, which it was. He glanced back at the sketch of him, and then her face....

He reached into his camera back and pulled out his camera and stood at teh spot where Natasha had been standing when she drew him.

"Here Natasha, " when the camera was ready he offered it to her.

"Just press this button here a few times when I tell you to please"

Returning to the place where he he had been posing, he turned to the stance of folded arms his right hand scratching his chin in a thoughtful pose...

"Now Natasha.."

The flash fired several times before Max regained control of the camera and looked at the photos

"Good enough?" he asked offering her the screen.

He really wanted to take some photos of Natasha, even some risque ones. The studio was large light and airy - so many possibilities he thought.... He also found her attractive that she was both married and at least ten years older was just made a forbidden fruit to him more forbidding.

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[Asa]

Looking at the screen she nodded. Even in pictures those eyes... No... She was married vowed to a life of emptiness.

They are perfect.

She looked to him with a smile.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"something for you to use to complete the sketch... should you wish to Natasha? After all I sense beneath this calm exterior there are a thousand and one jobs that need doing before the exhibition starts.... So whats next?"

He reached out and briefly caressed her cheek, nothing sexual but to sort of say 'I'm here to help you'

 

[Asa]

She froze at the touch to her cheek her eyes on his.

Yes I need to deliver the last two pieces and do a walk through and make sure everything is in order.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Max felt Natasha freezeto his touch.

"Sorry...."

He paused....

"I am fere if you jy help Natasha, but if you prefer to work alone I underdtand."

He waled over to his camera bag and put his camera away.

"I will email those photos to you later"

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[Asa]

No... It's not that just...

She turned away.

Not really used to even such innocent affection.

She cringed at how horrible that sounded and sighed.

I welcome your help. It's nice to have someone interested and willing to help. It's actually...nice

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"Well sorry If I made you feel awkward." Max offered, his voice full of genuine sympathy...

"But well as you are married, and old enough to be my mother" he joked, I think I am safe in saying that you are an attractive alluring yet slightly elusive woman... Now lets get to work."

"Any bubble wrap?"

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[Asa]

I highly doubt that I am old enough to be your mother and as for my marriage...

With that she fell silent and walked over to a little closet for the bubble wrap.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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The two of them proceed to wrap the photos, as Natasha brought across some old stuff for re-sue. Max picked up the frames and bore the weight as Natasha expertly wrapped the two framed pictures.

Less than thirty minutes later those two framed pieces were ready and placed by the door.

"What else?"

 

[Asa]

The other pieces are already there just have to deliver these two.

Her art helped her feel remotely alive. It had gone from a passion to survival and sanity.

So I guess we can get going.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"Sounds like a plan." He wasnt sure but Max thought he heard an element of uncertainty in Natasha's voice but choice to ignore it.

"Go and open the car and I'll bring them down."

He put his photo-rucksack on his back and then picked up the two wrapped pieces and followed Natasha, waiting as she turned the electrics off and secured her studio.

Before long they were at the exhibition building.

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[Asa]

Her other passion and prize. Her night black 71 Hemi Cuda convertible. She kept it here in her true home here in her studio.

I keep this here. He doesn't think that it is an appropriate car for his Social circle. Just set them in the back seat they will be fine we are not going that far.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Max smiled when he saw the car..

"Wow, that is a motor, it has character that modern cars don't have......"

He placed the items in the footwells of the back passengers and sure enough they didn't appear obtrusive. He joined her in the front, and soon they were driving with the autumn sun and air in heir hair; music playing on the radio.

He watched her driving, specifically her hand on the gear leaver as she worked the car through the gears as she drove to the exhibition venue.

Parked up, Max got out of the car and picked up the two packages together with his camera backpack, and waited to follow Natasha.


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[Asa]

Walking in she smiled to the excited man who walked out ver to her.

Natasha... Beautiful... Oh my goodness you finally tossed that waste of a body for this... Adorable eye candy?

Natasha glared at him.

No I have not. This is Max he will be attending the showing as an unofficial photographer

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Max watched the stranger approach them before he engaged in conversation with Natasha, his eyes clearly focusing on himself. As he listened, he heard 'eye candy' as he looked in his direction, and a firm rebuttal from Natasha

As she introduced him, he held out his hand ready for a firm handshake.

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[Asa]

He shook hands with Max as she walked away to work on her other pieces.

Have you met her waste of existence other half? Unsupportive soul destroying egotistical rat... But I didn't say a word... She is far more loyal than he deserves.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Her friend shook his hand in a firm grip and not a sloppy limp wet shake. Max had been taught that the firmer the hand shake the more meaningful the hand shake is.

"Have you met her waste of existence other half? Unsupportive soul destroying egotistical rat... But I didn't say a word... She is far more loyal than he deserves."

Max lied as he replied.... "No, but Ive nly met Natasha in a more professional context - I'm a budding photographer, and she has asked me to take some shots for her."

He soon left them to it as Max helped Natasha, hanging her artwork up onto the hooks, and helping her to rearrange them as she directed, although she often asked for his opinion.

But by a couple of hours, Natasha seemed content with the lay out as Max stood beside her...


"Happy?"

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[Asa]

She smiled with a nod.

Yes... This will be a good show... No matter what. He has to have everything like this formal I told him I didn't care what people wore to the show but I hope he will listen.

She turned to face Max.

What did he say to you?

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"Sure you are happy? If so I can take some pre show photos if you like? Oh an basically said your too good and too sexy for your loser of a husband! Maybe he has a crush on you?" Joked Max.

He retrieved his camera and started to take photos of Natasha's show. He moved around the various exhibits as he took his photos, kneeling, standing and even borrowing a set of steps to allow him to look down onto the exhibits.

After about ten minutes, he turned to face Natasha...

"Time for you to pose with your personal favourites Natasha, if youcould be so kind?"


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