I’m an artist, and sometimes my hands have a life of their own. Sometimes the art just comes pumping through my fingers.

It seemed I’d been drawing all my life. I had this constant compulsion to take the world and put it down on paper, giving it my own spin.

I always had a pad with me when I was out and about. That was for those times when the urge overtook me. Usually it was when I saw something inspiring, like a street scene or a cloud formation against the skyline or when a beautiful woman struck me just so.

One of those occasions happened when I was down by the wharf. Boats and seascapes are fun to draw. It was a bright day, and I was sitting on a concrete embankment, overlooking a row of benches and the water beyond.

My charcoal stick was moving rapidly, black bits on the white paper. Vessels were emerging along with the marina’s whole ambience. Sometimes you have to draw atmosphere, even when you can’t see it.

As I worked, a woman came and sat on one of the benches, facing me. It took me a minute to notice her, then I wondered how I hadn’t scoped her out immediately. She was gorgeous. Dressed for the weather, she showed off her taut body. She had ample breasts and sat with poise. It was almost like she was modeling for me.

Hastily I flipped the page and started drawing her. My hands moved in that magic way that meant they were bypassing my brain and taking orders straight from my artistic soul. I had excellent eyesight, and even at this distance I could see the lovely planes of her face, her sensual lips, the smoky cast of her eyes.

As the charcoal flew, my cock also grew. Excitement rippled. Desire was like a heat in me. I used it to drive my hands even faster.

Soon the portrait was done, but my energy remained. I flipped to another page and started again. This time, though, I drew her naked.

I could easily imagine her out of her clothes. Her tits’ curves came into being. I conveyed her thighs’ silkiness and drew in the squiggle of her pussy lips. She continued to sit unknowingly for me, seeming to simply bask in the sun.

Hunched over, I poured on the final touches. Her nude beauty was now captured on the paper. It was one of the best pieces I’d ever drawn. I looked up as if to share this triumph with my subject, but the bench was empty. She was gone. And I couldn’t go over and show her a naked drawing of herself. How creepy would that be? It was bad enough that I’d sketched her in such a state without her knowledge or permission.

Suddenly a shadow fell over me. I turned to see someone standing behind me, looking at the picture. My heart jolted in my chest. It was her. Oh, shit! I made to close the sketchbook, but it was obviously too late. Now she would — rightfully — tear me a new one.

But as I shaded my eyes, I saw she was smiling. More than that, her eyes smoldered at me. She said, “I thought you were drawing me. I didn’t know it was such an intimate portrait.”

I started stammering an apology. She put a finger to my lips. “Shh. You do good work. Want to pay me back? Do another drawing of me like that one. Only this time I’ll model for you for real.”

My embarrassment evaporated. I stood. “I’d be honored to. My name’s Jason.”

“I’m Mimi. Come on.”

She had a high-rise apartment a few blocks away. We walked there. Nervous excitement coursed through me. I’d drawn plenty of live nudes before, but this had a special thrill about it. Up close she was even more beautiful than at a distance. Her skin was flawless, her eyes a lovely deep color. Even her cool fragrance aroused me. I held my sketch pad in front of me to hide my erection.

We entered her apartment. A fleecy carpet stretched from the door to a row of big windows where the sunlight was pouring in. The time of day was just right. Without waiting for a prompt, she started shedding her clothing.

My eyes widened as she stripped. She was riper, juicier, a more succulent example of feminine loveliness than I’d guessed. My gaze lingered on her high breasts and firm ass.

She walked naked toward the windows. The light bathed her, enhancing her beauty. I had to capture this. Already my hands were shaking with pent-up need. I grabbed a stool and opened to a new page.

She laid down on the carpeting, striking an effortless pose that was natural and enchanting. I couldn’t have gotten her into that position if I’d tried for half an hour.

“You should take off your clothes, too,” she said.

I didn’t pause to argue. I needed to draw her. If she wanted me naked, fine. Quickly I stripped, relieved to have my hard-on freed. Then I set about sketching her yet again. This time was by far the most intense. Charcoal dust rose in clouds. Her lines came easily, magically. I painted the sunlight. My cock throbbed the whole time.

Finally, I gasped. It was done. I brought it over to where she laid. She smiled, nodded, and said, “It’s perfect.” Then she drew me down onto the floor. I set the pad aside.

Even with all the nudity, I hadn’t been sure if this strange encounter was going to lead anywhere specifically sexual. Mimi relieved me of my uncertainty by pulling my face toward hers. She set her mouth hungrily on mine. At the same time, she grabbed my cock and squeezed.

I moaned and answered her ravenous kiss. Our tongues flashed together. I put a hand on her breast, finding the nipple stiff. I pulled on the bud, twisting it. She gripped my shaft harder, giving me a few forceful pumps. My excitement mounted.

I rolled on top of her. Her skin was even softer than I’d imagined. I felt myself sinking into her body’s womanly wonderland. The musky aroma of her arousal filled my nostrils. I rubbed my cock on her flat belly. I felt the sunlight on my back.

I moved down to suck on her nipples. She heaved her tits up at me. I shifted further down her supple body, glancing briefly out the big windows. We were high up, but there were still a few nearby buildings that were taller. I wondered if anyone was watching us. Mimi didn’t seem to care, so neither did I.

She spread her legs. I scrambled down between them. I kissed her inner thighs, then moved to her pussy, placing my mouth on the slick cleft. Her juices were already moving. I coaxed more wetness as I parted her with my tongue. I delved deeper, aiming for her clit. It awaited me, a swollen, needy nub of joy.

I worked it until her hips were bucking, until her ass was lifting spastically from the carpet and she was humping hard on my face. A cry rose and tore from her throat. She came hard on my mouth. Warm fluid dribbled down my chin.

When I sat up, she reversed our positions. Even during sex, she moved gracefully. No motion seemed wasted, yet it was all natural and smooth. I laid back as she settled between my legs, her gorgeous ass pointed in the air, her mouth hovering over my straining cock.

She took hold of my balls and dropped her mouth over my bloated cockhead. Her tongue’s swirling caused every muscle in my body to jump with pleasure. She sealed her lips around me and plunged down my shaft. The ring of her mouth dropped to my base without interruption, with no gag reflex.

Mimi’s head lifted and fell in a fluid cocksucker’s rhythm. Her mouth was warm. Her tongue continued to wriggle on my staff, finding new pleasures every time she touched me. The soft pressure of her hand on my balls increased the carnal delight. Spit ran out of the corners of her mouth, but she sucked diligently until I was about halfway to shooting my load.

When she pulled her mouth off me, she immediately climbed up onto me and slotted my spit-gleaming cock up into her streaming pussy. She lowered herself onto me. I felt her sweet, slick grasp. She planted her palms flat on my chest and began to ride me energetically.

Again, there was that ease of movement. It was a wonder I’d been able to capture her in a static image. She was made to move. I watched her bounce on my cock, knees working, tits jiggling. I met her with my eager thrusts, spearing deep up into her sensual core.

Her sensual mouth started to work, at first forming only shapes, then sounds spilled out. Finally, a fresh cry of joy came from her. Her interior walls clutched me, and I felt the spasm of her orgasm ripping through her.

Panting, she dismounted and laid back again on the carpet. I moved onto her, needing to seriously fuck this woman, desperate to unload my come inside her. I slipped my slick cock into her silken pussy and began to stroke into her.

I was already in high gear. My thrusts came rapidly and forcefully. She undulated wildly underneath me. Pleasure uncurled in me, gathering toward an orgasmic finale. She wriggled as a fresh wave of pleasure swelled within her. I fucked her harder.

The fleecy carpet burned a little under my knees, but there was no stopping now. I was pounding her. With every stroke I was slamming her balls-deep. Her eyes rolled up into her head. Her back arched. As a new cry came to her lips, the pleasure overwhelmed me. I released, my balls tightening. I came in thick liquid spouts of ecstasy, spurt after spurt until it was done.

Afterward we laid in the day’s fading sunlight. I ran my hands over her. What a portrait we’d made.