Luc sits for Asami (Part 2)
(Continued from Part 1)
Morning sun came in through the window of the studio, dappling the polished concrete floor with the shapes of fluttering laurel leaves.
Asami, topless beneath her mustard yellow hemp apron, rounded the table and sat on a stool in front of Luc, who stood stark naked, his erection slick with soap pointing at her. She pulled her casting materials within reach and lifted a first dripping strip of cotton out of the plaster. “Ready?”
“Sure,” Luc said, charged with anticipation.
She carefully draped the strip across the base. “Are you comfortable with me wrapping it around? This will involve a bit of close contact.”
“I’m fine with it,” Luc said, taking in the sight of the woman’s hands covered in creamy plaster, her erect nipples peeking around the apron, his glistening head bobbing in the space between them. Asami took one end of the strip and wrapped it around him, pulling out another to pick up where the first ended. She soon had the length of his shaft covered snugly in plaster and cloth, which felt cool against his skin. Another strip she folded over his exposed tip and pressed it gently in place around the ridge of the glans. Her delicate touch elicited a throb that seemed to originate in his balls.
“There we go, the first layer. I’ll give it a squeeze if you don’t mind, so it’s a good casting.”
She waited for his nod and wrapped her hand around the head of his erection and squeezed firmly. Luc felt a rush of pleasure that made his knees weak. Then the same around the shaft down to the base, where her pinky brushed against his balls. She added a second layer in the same way, repeating her firm squeezes. “Are you staying fully hard in there?”
“Oh definitely.”
“You young guys hardly need any help!”
As Asami turned to retrieve more cotton strips, Luc watched the side of her breast appear in the gap of the apron. The tip of her fully erect nipple was dabbed in bright white plaster, which he found curiously exciting. His erection bobbed stiffly under the accumulating weight of the cast. One last layer of dripping cotton and another round of blissful squeezes from Asami’s strong hands and she declared it complete.
“And that’s that! We just have to wait a bit for the cast to set before we slip you out. You’ll need to be soft for that of course.”
Luc looked down at the heavy cast concealing his throbbing erection. “Easier said than done.”
“Here,” she said, folding a towel and placing it in front of him. “Rest it on the table while we talk about something else to take your mind off it.” She looked out the window at the laurel leaves fluttering.
“I’ve seen your photographs,” she said, looking back to him. “They’re very good. You have a sense of balance and proportion that isn’t common.”
“Thank you, that’s kind.”
“You ought to try portraits sometime. I would sit for you, and I’m sure Janie would too. Or Nora, I hear she’s interested in sitting for portraits.”
Luc thought this over as he stood somewhat awkwardly with his plastered length resting on the table in front of Asami. The idea of photographing Nora, who he saw daily at the hotel and felt very comfortable around, was unexpectedly appealing.
“Did you know I’m neighbors with your aunt?” Asami asked. “She lives in the apartment above me up on the hill.” She dusted some of the drying plaster off her hands into a neat pile on the table. “She’s a singular woman, Margot, and a good friend.”
Luc nodded, still preoccupied with the thought of portraits.
“You must enjoy working for her there at the hotel. What with her sunbathing… especially for someone with your appreciation. Her breasts are a wonder of nature.”
Luc tried to laugh casually but felt his cheeks flush.
“Oh I’m just teasing! What do you say we pull this cast off you?” Asami wrapped her fingers lightly around the cast and gave a gentle tug. He felt the plaster let go of his softening but still-heavy penis. Asami held the cast up to the sunlight and looked down into the interior, inspecting the impression. “Looks like we’ll have a new wand for the collection. I can’t wait to try it out!”
“You… try them out?”
“Oh sure, one of each model once they’re glazed. It’s a perk of being the potter.” She smiled mischievously, untying the apron at the waist and looping it over her head so she stood topless in front of the naked young man. “And as for you, I think you should get home and release all that tension you’ve built up over the last three days.”
Luc reeled a bit at this beautiful topless woman delivering such clear and intimate instructions. He smiled back and glanced down at her perky, widely-spaced breasts, at her softened nipples still tipped in white plaster, as if to commit each subtle detail to memory for later.
Asami stood facing him for a moment, still smiling, as if inviting him to take in a few more details. Then she slipped behind the curtain in the corner to wash up in the large sink. “Come here and we’ll wash the soap and plaster off you,” she said over the gushing faucet. “I can’t have you leaving dirty.”
Luc slipped through the parted curtain and stepped up to the stainless steel sink. Asami aimed the sprayer at his heavily-hanging penis, rinsing away the soap and bits of plaster that clung to his trimmed pubic hair. He gasped at the coolness. Asami reached down with her other hand and squeegeed the length of his half-hard shaft from base to tip. The feeling of her hand on his bare skin made him gasp a second time.
“There we go, all clean,” she said playfully, letting his tip fall from her index finger. “Now go get dressed before this wand of yours rises again. Otherwise, you’ll have to take care of it here.”
Luc stepped back out into the open and retrieved his clothes, quickly stepping into his underwear and trousers to conceal his rapidly swelling second erection. Asami pulled her paint-smudged t-shirt back over her head with a smirk.
At the door, Asami clasped his arm. “Thank you for being so cooperative, and so open to my kooky project. I’ll show you the finished product when it’s ready.” She brushed some plaster dust off the front of his shirt. “Your favorite color is sage green right?”
Luc walked back through the shady neighborhood with his head awash in arousing possibilities and questions. The swell of his penis against his thigh brought him back to the concrete reality of the last two hours. He could still feel Asami’s hand around him as he descended to the Promenade. What on earth am I going to tell Janie?