If only......

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The plot!.... Madison is a loner, never really relying on anyone, because she is always setting her self up for heartache. She hasn't really done much in her personal life, content to just be alone. However her uncle had other plans for her. He has left one of his homes to her and she must travel and speak with the lawyers and see the property. She doesn't know it but her uncle has set her up.. even from the grave , determined to play matchmaker. Leaving one of his younger assistants to help her with te details and make her feel at home in the run down house.


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Its not that she hadn't tried not to think of him; Her Brian. She smiles softly at the thought, as if he ever was hers. Still.. she remembers him fondly. He had a wonderful way of making her feel... well everything really. From the newness of a first kiss, to the awe at his talents. Why was it she always fell for artist types? Maybe it was the dreaming, the if only's. Down deep she must have really known he was hiding something from her.

She closes her eyes and drifts, thinking about him, his intense stare. Those incredible eyes, making her willing to foget he had a wife and newborn child, almost but not quite . She still remembers that day, the day her happiness faded( not that happiness is ever meant to last that long) Sitting in the diner sipping her coffee as he walked in from out of the rain. Him sitting there silently, it taking her a minute to register that he'd been crying. Him telling her the whole truth for once, Still those words hung in the air.... if only, he had said to her... "If only... I had met you first, then things could be different" While he sat pouring his heart out to her about this unknown wife and child of his, Telling her " I love you, if only... I could have met you a year earlier!" she sat confused, stunned really. Somehow she ended up consoling him. He had that gift, the gift of turning things around, making it seem as though the world had been unfair to him.

She sits a year later, at thirty years old, her head still full of the thoughts of... if only. She hasn't really moved on with her life, she knows that she should. She isn't hoping to have him back in her life, she just doesn't want to make the effort of begining again.

She sits, her slender fingers twirling a lock of her auburn hair. Eyes fixed on the paper infront of her. Slightly tanned legs stretched out under the table,she sips her coffee and waits for her breakfast. She looks up at the clock making sure of the time, and tries to remember the name of her uncles lawyer. " Mr... Mr.... Miles! Yes!.. thats it" she murmurs to herself as she settles back to her paper.

 

[Coral~flame]

If only

the above post is mine. I'm sorry for the confusion but something went wrong with the thread and I couldn't post under my name and password.

 

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John Muir

I had lived in this provincial little town now for 10 years. The lonely country lane, the wild windblown hills the headlands over looking the cobbled beaches along the deserted coast suit me well. I had first met Mr. Madison on a stormy evening as I felt the bite of the ocean, the wind rearing at my clothes, the salt spray sting my face and all those long years at sea came rushing back in that storm. His voice was soft and low but cut through the howling gale.

”Those who go down to the sea in ship will see the mighty works of the Lord in the deep.”

“That they do sir”

I had answered even before I had realized I had. That simple conversation started a friendship, a rare thing in my life as I preferred my solitude. You can’t get hurt if you keep people away.

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I stood there looking at the open grave the simple bronze cassette. The letter still in my pocket. As the minister left and Madison few friends drifted away I stooped and let a handful of earth rattle down upon the polished bronze surface.

“Damn you Madison I’ll do it but at 54 I am to damn old to be a baby setter. But I’ll do it old friend.”

I knew that Mr. Myles, his lawyer would be in touch when the niece arrived. Hell how was I suppose to help her, what was I suppose to do? All Madison said was I would know what needed doing. That Under no circumstances was the old place to be sold. Hell it was hers now How was I suppose to stop her from selling what was now hers.

I ran my fingers through my sparse red hair, shaking my head I walked back the 6 miles to the small cape I called home.

If Only I had not promised him I would help. If Only............

 

[Coral~flame]

Reminiscing...

Leaving the diner, Madison walks along the cobble stone streets, cursing herself at wearing heels and makes a mental note to get a pair of flat sandals after her meeting. Looking at her watch, not quite 9:45, her meeting its until 10:00 the law offices are in the next block. She strolls along, peering into windows, enjoying the cool New England air and the sun on her skin.

Old memories flicker in her head as she passes the cozy little shops. There is the ice cream parlor that her Uncle Maddy use to take her to, and the smoke shop. She scowls remembering the cigar smell and the pipe tabacco. She can almost smell her Uncle's pipe now. "God how he loved that pipe" she mumurs to no one in particular. Such a shame something he loved could do him so much harm. He was only 55 when he past away. Only a shadow of the man he once was, she couldn't even bring herself to come to the funeral.

If only.... he would have quit when everyone pestered him years before.

Sighing loudly, she snaps out of her dreaming and realizes its almost time. She walks across the street heels wobbling on the uneven stones. Checking the address just to be sure, " leave it to New England to turn a Norman Rockwell painting into a law office!" she laughs

 

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Abram Myles Atturnerny at Law

It was plan brass shingles attaches to a “Christian Door”, again he looked at his watch and mused to himself, 9:58 and not sign of her yet, Damn People from away needed to be more punctual. He absently mindedly winds the stem of his gold pocket watch and slips into his vest pocket.

10:03 and there is a knock on the door. He opens it and eyes the young lady standing their.

“You must be Madison….. Your late uncle spoke highly of you; may I offer you my condolences?”

He holds the door open for her and notices that she is a fine figure of a woman and he wonders how she would be in bed, and a wry smile crosses his lips.

“Shall we get started?”

Madison is seated, and Abram Myles takes his seat behind the polished oaken desk. The blue legal folder in front of him the grizzled old lawyer starts to read in his flat monotone voice

“I Madison Whittington being of sound mind and body………….”

Abram Myles drowns on with the previsions of Madison Whittington will. In senescence it left all his worldly possessions to Madison, an estate worth a little over a million dollars.

“Madison there is only one provision and that is that you live in his home here in gulls landing for the next five years. Then the estate will be yours to disposes of as you wish. A Mr. John Muir has been appointed as the executer of your uncles will I believe he was your uncles next door neighbor. He will disperse funds to you as needed so you may live comfortably but in a frugal manner.

If only I had been appointed executer I am sure we could have reached an arrangement to have you live in a style more befitting your status, but alas Mr. Muir is as frugal, and as much a recluse as your uncle was. As I say If only…..

 

[Coral~flame]

The will..

Madison steps into the law office. Giving a tight smile to Mr. Myles. shaking his hand. " Thank you for agreeing to this Saturday meeting" Mr. Myles waves his hand at her. " Don't be silly my dear girl, your uncle was always one of my dearest friends and clients" Madison smirks slightly at the older mans use of the word girl, swearing a minute ago she caught the man staring at her cleavage. "Well none the less, I really appreiciate your kindness" She settles herself in one of the many oversized leather chairs, shifting herself and smoothing her grey silk skirt over her legs.

Thankful he wastes no time getting started. She doesn't want to be here any more then he wants to. She only half listens as the old man reads from the will. Nothing in it is a surprise to her, she was with her uncle when made out the will a few years back, never thinking the day would come and she would have to sit through its reading.

" And to my neice (sharing my name sake) Madison Whittington, In additon to my previous mentioned items, I here by bequeath my Home" Mr Myles stops reading and looks at Madison, he hands her a tissue at seeig her tears and knowing them to be genuine. " I I haad no idea..." Madison stops herself, willing the tears away. If only I had known....

 

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If only the old rattle trap of a jeep had not broke down I would have made it to the meeting on time I had made Madison a promise and had no idea how I was going to fulfill it.

I walked into Abram Myles office looking like I had just walked out of "The Grapes of Wrath" dusty grimy, and my sports jacket discarded, in the jeep 4 miles back down the road.

I was a striking contrast to Abram He was the perfect picture of conservative New England in his three piece suit and I looked like a hapless "Bug fisherman"

It must be her sitting there in a very tasteful gray silk skirt. She was by the looks of her in her late twenties or early thirties and a fine figure of a woman. I felt the knot growing in my throat.

“Mr. Myles sorry I am late but the jeep broke down.”

Abram Myles seemed none to pleased to see me and yet their was not much he could do about. He gave me a look that quite clearly communicated his dislike of me. Turning my back to him. I expensed my grimy hand to the young lady.

“John Muir and you would be Madison I presume?”

 

[Coral~flame]

Getting herself under control, Madison wipes her eyes with the tissue as the door opens. A somewhat scruffy man walks in, around 20 or so years her senior, rugged and weathered to be sure, but still fit and strong. She admires his tanned lean form. Amazed at herself that she should be thinking such a thing, while only a minute before crying over her uncle.

At hearing Mr Myles speak, she shakes her head slightly, she looks at him with tear stained eyes and gives a weak smile. "Hhello, Mr. Muir, its been years. Thank you for coming" She notices a look of confusion cross his face and gives a little laugh "You don't recall meeting me, do you? She searches his face for recognition and finds none " Its ok, I don't expect that you should, I was very young at the time, maybe 12 or 13. That would make it quite some time ago really." She moves to shake his hand and feels his warm, rough paw enclose her hand. "About the jeep I'm terribly sorry to have put you through all this, I'll take you back when we are done here" Looking down, she realizes she is still holding onto his hand, blushing, she lets go.

Mr Myles assistant walks in with all the necessary papers that need signing. " I'd like you both to witness if you please." Speaking to Mr. Muir as well as Mr. Thomas his assistant, Mr Myles breaks through Madisons wandering mind.

If only I had a man once in a while, I could focus on what needs to be done, instead of lusting after a man my uncle's age! she chides herself silently.

 

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My dislike for lawyer and this one in particular has me on edge. I almost miss her comments. If only Her uncle had picked an out of town lawyer.

“Hello, Mr. Muir, its been years. Thank you for coming"

I shake my head trying to com back to the here and now. Her laugh is light and air, the sound of it playing at the corner of my mind.

"You don't recall meeting me, do you?”

her eyes search my face for recognition and find nothing but a quizzical look.

" Its ok, I don't expect that you should, I was very young at the time, maybe 12 or 13. That would make it quite some time ago really."

As her small delicate hand slips into mine it all comes racing back, that summer so many years ago and a 13 year old that looked 18.

“Mattie?.................Hell your still the finest looking woman I have ever met.”

My eyes turn cold and hard as Abram Myles assistant walks in and spreads out the papers to be signed and witnessed.

“Now Abram you no I can not witness the will as I am named executor. That would be a conflict of interest and the probate court would remove me, from that position.”

I watch and see Abram Myles shift and his eyes narrow.

“I’ll tell you what Abram why don’t we meet at the county court house, Tomorrow, we can have the court clerk and your assistant witness the procedures, and we can compare it with the copy Mr. Whittington gave to me, and file probate right then and there.”

Turning on my heel I look at Mattie and smile.

” Well young lady you still want to be my model?........ well maybe lunch would be in order 1st…… and I would be much obliged for a ride back home Mattie.”

If only she was older then or I was younger now. What could she ever see in an old duffer like me, yet just the sight of her made my heart rush and stir feelings I thought long sense dead.

 

[Coral~flame]

Giving a shy smile at his words " You always were a tease Mr. Muir!"

She knew she wasn't ugly, but she would never have her mothers classic beauty. She had always had a bit of ugly duckling syndrome, always being compared with her mother, who was and still is an amazing beauty. Still it was sweet of him to say.

After hearing the exchange between the two, she decides it would be best to continue later. With a look of disappointment. " Oh well, I had hoped we could finish this today."

Picking up her planner and glancing at tomorrow's date, she thinks out loud. " well I could move some things around" looking from the lawyer's hard set face, to her uncle's friend

" What time would be best, Mr. Myles, Mr. Muir?

Agreeing to meet in the morning at the court house, John Muir, turns to her. " Well, Young lady, you still want to be my model?... well maybe lunch would be in order 1st... then I would be much obliged for a ride back home, Mattie"

She laughs, loudly for the first time since getting here, cringing at the use of her old nickname.

" I haven't been called Mattie for years Mr Muir, you make me feel like that awkward little girl again" She winks, teasing him.

" Still trying to find the perfect model too, I see. Well we both know, I'd never make it! For one thing, I've see the women you use!" She laughs playfully.

"I remember what a heartbreaker you were, to litttle girls and grown women alike!"

Smiling up at him, she sees a big grin spread over his sun tanned face.

If only I were a bit prettier, and a bit older. she thinks

 

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Mattie’s laugh is light, airy, full of life, and the light it brings to her is amazing I can’t believe her beauty evens outshines her mother.

Oh yes her mother was a classic beauty, but fragile, breakable, while Mattie was full of life robust and alive.

”I haven't been called Mattie for years Mr. Muir, you make me feel like that awkward little girl again" …….." Still trying to find the perfect model too, I see. Well we both know, I'd never make it! For one thing, I've see the women you use!"

Mattie is teasing me her laugh her smile, that devil make care look that captured my heart all those years ago, and know I realize she still owns it.

"I remember what a heartbreaker you were, to little girls and grown women alike!"

Was there a note of longing in her voice If only she felt a little of what I felt for her. A big grin spreads across my face.

“We can go to Joes’s for lunch or I could fix you a burger, Belgium fries, at my place still like Burgers or have you out grown them Mattie?”

 

[Coral~flame]

Her smile widening to a grin, matching his. She winces, at the use of her childhood name, teasing him. He looks so handsome when he smiles, she thinks.

Saying their polite goodbyes to the lawyer, Mr. Myles mentions, he will be sending, Mr. Thomas, his assistant over tomorrow. He will help her with collecting the other items willed to her brother and mother.

Walking to the car, her heel catches on a cobble stone and breaks. " Damn it!, That was the only pair of heels I brought! How do you people walk on this damn stones!"

She limps to the car on uneven heels. Looking back at Mr. Muir and the amused look on his face. " I suppose you think its funny? I can see the headlines now " She smiles " CITY GIRL, BREAKS NECK!" She hears him chuckle.

She opens his door and hobbles around to her side, slipping in beside him, the slit in the front of her skirt flaps open. The top of her stocking peeking out. she doesn't notice as she starts the car.

" Honestly, a burger sounds great!" Looking at the clock on the dash, its almost noon "I can't check into the hotel til after 2:00, so would you mind if I changed at your place? Its been a long trip"

Seeing his expression, she hesitates. " If you want, we could take a raincheck, I could just get you home to take care of your truck"


Thinking... what an odd look, if only I knew what he was thinking.

 

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" Damn it!, That was the only pair of heels I brought! How do you people walk on this damn stones!............ I suppose you think it’s funny? I can see the headlines now " She smiles " CITY GIRL, BREAKS NECK!".


The chuckle slip from my lips before I can stop it, a broad sheepish grin spread across my face.

" Honestly, a burger sounds great!" Looking at the clock on the dash, it’s almost noon "I can't check into the hotel till after 2:00, so would you mind if I changed at your place? It’s been a long trip"

I sit there and watch Mattie walk round to the driver’s side, and slide in. The engine comes to life as she turns the key in the ignition.

" If you want, we could take a rain check, I could just get you home to take care of your truck"

I turn, my breath catches in my throat, just for a moment, her skirt hangs open, Mattie’s, leg exposed to the tops of her stocking, so firm, supple, and tempting and in that moment all the what ifs fly from my mind. God I want her so I have wanted her from the first day I saw her all those years ago, she was no longer a child, but a woman , fully grown.

“ Mattie Whittington worried about heels that “Tom Boy” so full of life that would race me across the rocks and dare me to go skinny dipping in the Atlantic, worried about heels.”

A blush colored my face as I realized Mattie may not wish to remember those days, when she turned 13 and I started to pull back, for even then she had a figure that could drive a man to distraction, and my feels towards her would not be acceptable.

“Hotel Mattie? Hell no you will stay in the cottage out at my place.”

Before she could object I continued.

“Don’t use it as a studio any more haven’t found the right model, sure you do not want the job?”

I was teasing her but damn I loved to paint her.

The burgers where as delicious as ever, the smell of salt air mixing with the sweet smells of food, the conversation was light, of summers past, a sailor washed up on the beach, now a painter.

As we pull up to the weathered cape that was my home I look Mattie square in the eye.

“ I am serious Mattie, stay here, and I would love it if you would posed for me. You are the most natural beauty I have ever seen.”

 

[Coral~flame]

" Mattie Wittington, worrried about heels, that "tomboy" so full of life she would race me across the rocks and dare me to go skinny dipping in the Atlantic. worried about heels?"


Giving a rueful grin. "Well some things do change" remembering back when she was just a kid, the crush she had on him. Not realizing it was wrong for him to return those feeling to her, she had felt him push way. Well, she thought, I know better than to make that same mistake twice.

"Hotel, Mattie? Hell no, You will stay in the cottage out at my place." It sounding more like an order to her.

"don't use it as a studio anymore, haven't found the right model, sure you don't want the job?"

"Still teasing me" she huffs, laughing softly. "lets eat, I'm starved!"

During their lunch, she watched him as he spoke. Still excited about this small little town after all these years. Sad that he didn't paint anymore. Recalling he was quite good, but how can a child judge a painters work, least of all one she had a crush on. Looking into his face, she could see a few more lines, the red hair, turning grey, making it look a bit more like blonde, but still, he was as handsome as ever to her.

Pulling up to the house, she looks it over. " well some things don't change do they? This place looks just how I left it!"

" I'm serious Mattie, stay here,and I would love it if you pose for me. You are the most natural beauty I've ever seen"

Nodding her head in agreement. " ok, ok! I'll stay, just stop with all the flattery, it ok, I won't make you paint me" she laughs, pulling away.

Tossing her broken shoe into the back, along with her good one. she gets out and grabs a bag. Her stockinged feet warmed by the slate stepping stones. "besides I need to get these clothes off! The "tomboy" isn't totally gone!"

If only he'd stop seeing me as a kid.

 

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"Well some things do change"

There was crispness to Mattie’s voice, a confidence that was not there in her youth and yet there was a bit of longing, of something lost, slipped through the fingers like water when you try and hold it.

I remembered the day on the rocks the surf clawing, and them. Her hair wet, silken with salt spray, clinging to her face her eyes bright and dancing as she stripped naked and plunged into the sea. In that moment I realized that she was no longer a gangly “Tom Boy" but a young women way to young for me but her beauty was seared into my mind to haunt me in the lonely nights keeping sleep at bay.

" I'm serious Mattie, stay here, and I would love it if you pose for me. You are the most natural beauty I've ever seen"

The words slipped passed my lips without thought, I could feel my face coloring an uncomfortable warmth spreading across my cheeks as Mattie answered

" Ok, ok! I'll stay, just stop with all the flattery, it ok, I won't make you paint me………….. "Besides I need to get these clothes off! The "tomboy" isn't totally gone!"

“Let me give you a hand Mattie”


I helped her to the small cottage that was my studio, setting the bags down by the door. Damn I had forgotten that my old canvases where still scattered about the place and they where all of Mattie. All drawn from the memories of that last summer that day on the rocks. That one glimpse of her nude young body, was splayed on the half done canvases, done completed all half done she had been my obsession for years. Some of Mattie as an innocent nude sea nymph, others of her as a sultry temptress, and yet others of her in highly erotic poses and situations. I stood there highly embarrassed my mouth unable to utter a sound.

If only I had remembered they where here, now it was too late and my secret was out. I silently cursed my self and Madison Whittington.

 

[Coral~flame]

Yawning, The day starting to catch up with her. She wonders if he will be offended if she took a nap. Stretching cat like, pulling her jacket off, as he stands in the doorway. She sits on the bed, pulling out the sticks that have been holding her hair. He watches her queitly, not moving. She doesn't examine any of the canvases around her yet. Knowing his work, they are all nudes, not ready to veiw anything without getting more comfortable.


She looks at him, smiling, wondering at his strange expression. Her eyes focusing on a painting just beyond him, propped against the wall, noticing the red hair. Squinting as she focuses on it. Thinking out loud,

" That looks like Mom, only she must have been very young to..."


Confused, looking around the room to see if there is anything that will indicate who the model is, its not really her. Too young to be her mother, even if he had painted her before, she still would have been older than this. It was just someone with a similar look.

That must be it, she thinks, looking around. Catching sight of one in particular and blushing. Feeling her nipples tighten, aroused sligthly at the sight of her pale legs spread, her delicate fingers opening her folds as she inserts a finger, her head back, flaming hair flipping over her breast. Her mouth open, full lips rounded into a perfect O, the moment captured perfectly on the canvas forever.

Studing it, seeing the birthmark on the models hip. Her eyes fly from the painting, to his eyes. Whispering,

" Is that me?"

She feels the blood in her face, her pulse throbbing in her ears as she stares at him, watching his full bottom lip, waiting for the words, her eyes questioning.


If only she knew, what he was thinking, who this was, so many questions. She closes her eyes, trying to clear them from her head.

 

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Mattie stretches cat like her body lean, supple, tantalizing, yes all that I remembered from that summer long ago and so much more. Her hair released, tumbles in shimmering copper cascades to frame her face and again that pixie, tasseled head tomboy flashes to mine, no not a tomboy more a sea nymph who still unknowingly hold my heart.

Mattie’s I squint and focuses on a canvas.

" That looks like Mom, only she must have been very young to..."

A look of confusion, her brow wrinkles, her eyes scan each canvas, Mattie’s hand flies to her mouth her eyes wide.

" Is that me?"

My eyes follow her glance and there is no denying the fact that the subject of the erotic scene is in fact Mattie right down to her birth mark. Her cheeks are crimson, her eyes questioning, and I stand there mute trying to collect my thoughts. All the what if's, the possible explanations race through my mind, and each is discarded in turn. There is no more time for "If only’s".

“Yes Mattie it is you painted from that fleeting memory when we where on the rock the summer you where thirteen.”

I pause, my voice strange in my own ears, much calmer then I feel, I go on.

“That was the day you dared me to go skinny dipping with you……… That one glimpse of your body in all its youthful glory, more woman than child and I was lost…… I pushed you away for if I had not I would have seduced you and made you mine.”

My faced colored scarlet, for this was the first time I had admitted the truth,

I stood there waiting for Mattie’s outraged reaction steeling myself for what was to come. even to myself.

 

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Moving backwards her calves find the bed and she sits. Looking down at her hands lamely, hearing his words. Everything comes back to her. How much she had wanted to show him she wasn't a girl anymore. She was tired of him calling her Mattie and patting her on the head. How she had hated that. Remembering how she had removed her clothes for him. How painfully shy she had been, standing on that rock with the cool night air caressing her skin. How much she had ached, wanting him. How he had watched in silence, never showing his emotions, never once giving any indication that he wanted her, or liked what he saw. How dejected she had felt when he had turned away from her. After that summer, she had told her parents she was too old to go away for the summer, not wanting to see him, embarrassed by his rejection.

Now this, looking around the room all the" if only's" swimming in her head. Could it really be, that he had wanted her? Staring at the picture, that only a few moments ago made her blush.

If only he knew how many times she had done just that, thinking of that night, fantasizing how different it could have been.

Standing, walking from one painting to another, pausing in front of a series, a couple, in all manner of sexual acts. Her breathe quickens and she reaches out to touch the face of the man in the painting, tracing the lines of his body. Younger then, less lined, darker auburn hair, hard tanned body against her own image.

She dares not look back at him as she asks in a small voice " And now John? How do you feel now?" Feeling odd using his first name.

 

[Coral~flame]

OOC: Sorry thats my post, not sure why but this has happened to me all day. I keep getting unregistered when I post.

 

[cgraven]

My words shock Mattie her, she backs up the cot catching the back of her knees her head down, her hands nervously rubbing each other. Shy as in that summer so long ago the little girl just beneath the surface. How much she reminds me of that woman child part tomboy, par temptress and all the old feelings come surging back and now there is no reason why I can not pursue her.

Then I chide myself what does a vibrant young woman want with an old washed up sailor and painter.

Mattie stands her body soft and supple her cheeks still tinged a rosy pink, her fingers trial over the edges of the canvases. She stops in front of a series of painting that are erotic, graphic in their sexual content. In some Mattie is on her knees being taken from behind , other she is a bound helpless victim of my lust for her, in others she is a wanton slut. All the emotions doubts love lust and bitterness of the years spent apart is on those canvases.

Her fingers trace the outline of my form the line of my face as the man on canvas uses her body, makes love to her, and holds her his captive.

“And now John? How do you feel now?"

Mattie’s voice is soft low a child like whisper. Her head down, her back to me as I stand a breath width behind her. My breath is hot and moist on her neck, my hands now on her shoulders as I draw her back to me, I know she can feel my lust for her as it lies hard and stiff along her firm rounded derrière.

“Mattie I wanted you then I want you now, I will always want you.”

I turn Mattie to face me her eyes are down cast I lit her chin, Our eyes meet and the truth of my words are there for her to see deep in my clear hazel eyes , then my lips bend to hers and brush Mattie’s in the 1st tentative moments of a kiss long over due.

 

[Coral~flame]

She shivers, feeling him pressed against her backside, his length nestled between the firm ripe globes of her bottom. Feeling and electric current shooting through her body as his breath kisses the back of her neck. Her eyes never leaving the paintings, eye scanning from one to the next, what an imagination he has. A timid moan escaspes her as her eyes catch a graphic portrait of herself bound and spread for him. Her mind screams, unsure. Is this what her wanted from her?

She feels him turning her. Her eyes, shy, downcast, flutter open as he speaks, his eyes probbing hers. She sees herself reflected in his as he speaks.

"Mattie, I wanted you then, I want you now. I will always want you."

He tilts her hear and presses his lips to hers. He brushes them lightly, teasing, coaxing. Her soft lips , little cushions against his. Snaking her tongue out to moisten her lips, grazing his bottom lip gently. Feeling her full lips throb with the contact. Slowly nibbling at first, her lips becoming more demanding, hungrily feeding on his.

Breaking the kiss, she traces his lips with her finger. Smiling at the smudge of lip gloss.

" Tell me, John, do you still need a model? How would you have me?"

 

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Mattie seem transfixed on the portrait of herself bound and spread open to him, her body arches to his touch, it is a moment captured in time her labia swollen, puffy, the light caught and reflected by the sweet nectar that baths those coral lips and firm thighs.

Our kiss deepens her mouth sweet, and demanding her body now pressed to mine, I hold her every inch of Mattie exciting me her nipples biting into my chest through our clothing. Our kiss broken she runs her finger across my lips. Her eyes smiling, her voice still child like but with the hind of wanton desire.

" Tell me, John, do you still need a model? How would you have me?"

“Yes Mattie I still need a model the one I have needed for so many years now.”

My eyes hold Mattie’s

“How would I have You?”

There is a teasing quality to my voice and a wicked little smile on my face.

“ Every way possible Mattie……..but seeing your so intrigued with that painting we could start with you bound and spread eagled……………Your clothes cut from your body………..So if you like that outfit your wearing then I would change if I where you.”

I pause and let my words sink in.

“You still want to pose for me young lady?”

I kiss Mattie savagely claiming her mouth with all the pent up passion of the years. I break or kiss.


“Well?”

 

[Coral~flame]

Her breath catches as he speaks. She can hear the teasing quality to his voice. but can tell by the paintings around the room, that he wants this from her, her open and willing.

She sees his wolfish grin, and gives him a soft smile as he continues to speak.

" Every way possible Mattie......"

Her cheeks glowing red, burning, as he talks about cutting her clothes from her body.

With his pause she lets out a held breathe.

" You still want to pose for me young lady?"

He grabs her again kissing her mouth hard, demanding. She can feel his need with every inch of her body. Returning it, wanted more, ohh so much more. Moaning into him, her tongue licking at his lip , nibbling with her teeth. Her body responding to his touch, vibrating with her own need. He pulls away, breaking their kiss.

"Well?"

She almost whimpers, struggling to maintain control, feeling as if she is shaking with her desire for him. Her hand rests against her chest, calming its frantic beats. She finds her voice.


" I.. I..... its an old suit" She waits, hearing the blood pounding in her ears, the blush in her cheeks almost scarlet now.

 

[cgraven]

I was bold and I see Misty’s cheeks burn scarlet, her breath comes in short passionate little gaps, her delicate hand rest upon her heaving breasts, Misty’s voice an almost in audible whisper.

" I.. I..... It’s an old suit"

Mattie cheeks are a deep scarlet now her eyes demurely down cast. I lift her chin with a single finger, tenderly my lips brush hers in a chaste kiss, I lead her to the iron cot that serves as the bed.

“Mattie sit please.”

I watch as she takes her place on the cot, her pale face framed by copper tresses wild and free. The contrast of her wild free hair, barefooted and then her grey silk skirt, matching suite jacket, and tailored silk blouse excites me beyond word. I kneel in front of her and place her foot on my thigh and my hands slide up her leg caressing her calve and firm thigh till I reach the top of her stocking and I begin to sensually roll it down her shapely leg.

I am speechless in the presence of her beauty, my eyes soft and inviting as I slow remove the stocking.

 

[Coral~flame]

OOC: Misty, hmmm, I'll just assume that John hasn't chosen a new pet name for our Madison, CG. *grinning*

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Moaning slightly as his lips brush hers, she sits as requested, on the edge of the cot. Her eyes never leaving his, he kneels.

His hands work over her calf, giving exquiste pleasure to her tired muscles. His hand moves higher, becoming more intimate. His fingers caressing her thigh, moving their way up, almost grazing the fabric of her panties. She holds in a breath, feeling a tingle moving through her. Her nipples, taut. His fingers teasing, tickling the edge of the flimsy material. She shivers, as he slowly rolls her stocking down exposing her, his knuckles brushing her bare leg, as he works the delicate fabric over her knee and slipping it off. Her eyes hungry with their need, his eyes soft, inviting.

She turns her head, afraid to show him how intense her feelings are. Knowing she can't hide them long. Her feelings for him unchanged after all these years. Feeling like that young inexperience girl from so long ago.

What if I'm not what he imagined? she considers silently.

" I'm not the girl in those pictures anymore, John, I..."

He pulls her head down, kissing her deeply