Josefina was exquisite. She was the object of a severe crush I had been nursing from the moment I saw her moving into the complex. Her eyes were like dark chocolate and they beautifully matched the chestnut mane that cascaded about her visage. Her body evoked images of a Botecelli muse rather than the pencil thin forms of Vogue or Cosmo. Whenever I looked upon her beauty it was as if one of the goddesses of antiquity had come to life. She was the kind of woman a painter like myself longed to have the privilege of immortalizing on canvas. Originally from Barcelona, she had been transferred to the States with her company. She lived in the apartment next to mine and I would often see her in passing as we went off to work. She had a confident sensual, almost fluid, way of moving. We usually left around the same time each day and we would exchange pleasantries as my senses were permeated by her essence. The scent of lavender and roses was left in her wake; it tormented me with the memories of her until we would meet again. Usually on our return home from the office our paths would cross, I promised myself I would one day work up the courage to invite her in for a cup of coffee or something, but I always lost my nerve.

One evening, I was coming back from checking my mailbox when I noticed her enjoying the night air in the breezeway between our two apartments. I figured this was my golden opportunity to invite her to my place so I took a chance.

“Hi Josefina. How’s it going?”

A soft breeze blew wisps of hair across her delicate features.

“ Not bad. And you, Gwen? Things going alright with you?”

The way her Spanish accent spoke my name sent a tingling throughout me. Her words seemed to probe my most secret places before leaving me moist and wanting.

“Pretty good. I was getting ready to have a glass of wine. Would you care to join me?” My breath was caught in my throat with the anticipation of her answer. Would it be yes or would I be retreating inside my front door alone?

“I’d love too.”

Her response was simple, but it gave me hope that I might have a chance with this exotic beauty. We went inside and as I was pouring the wine Josefina noticed my painter’s studio in the corner of my living room.

“I see you paint.”

“Not very well,” I said handing her a glass. “I usually do landscapes, but I yearn for the chance to paint a nude. Granted, I’m no Leonardo or Michelangelo, but painting gives me so much joy.”

“I like your work,” she said as she sipped her wine and surveyed my finished pieces leaning against the wall. “Before I left Barcelona, I would sometimes pose for the student artists at the university. I really enjoyed seeing my nakedness through their eyes. Artists have a way of making you feel beautiful, regardless of your size and shape . . . If I am not being too bold by saying it, I would love to have you paint me sometime.”

I thought my heart would explode with joy. The vision of her naked body in front of me as I created her form in oils on my canvas coursed through my brain. My loins moistened and quivered at the thought and I decided to act on the urge.

“I don’t have any plans tonight if you are free.”

“I’d love too. Do you have a place for me to change?”

The excitement was evident on her face.

I led her into the bathroom and gave her a clean robe to change into while I set up my oils and easel and the area where I wanted her to pose. Josefina came into the room. The bulky robe did little to camouflage her luscious breasts and curvaceous backside as her hips swayed with her every step. She smiled as she walked past me.

“Where do you want me?

I pointed to the stool near the window. Josefina’s eyes met mine as she let the robe fall to the floor.

“How’s this?”

“That’s fine,” I said.

Her voluptuous beauty overtook me enough that speaking those words was a great challenge so I kept my response simple.

The brush and paint brought color to the canvas and with each stroke I longed to touch her cheek with my fingertips and for our bodies to be intertwined. Josefina was sitting so close to me that I could have easily reached out and held her breasts in my hand or explored their firm flesh with my mouth, but I did not dare ruin this moment by exposing my hidden desires. I looked up to see a lock of her hair had fallen over the right side of her face, obscuring her dark almond shaped eye from my view. Almost unconsciously, I moved to push it behind her ear when her hand reached for mine. Josefina’s mouth dragged across my fingers and lingered at the tips as she placed soft wet kisses on them. She pulled them between her lush lips and began to suck.

I ran my hand down the length of her long dark curls, tracing the outline of her shoulder and then her breasts. Her nipples hardened at my touch. The height of the stool, combined with my shortness, positioned us eye to eye making it easier for her to pull my mouth to hers. Her kiss still had the lingering taste of wine as my tongue danced with hers.

I moved to wrap my arms around her as she effortlessly lifted my dress over my head, leaving my body exposed save for the thin satin fabric of my camisole. Josefina’s breath was warm on my skin as she dragged each strap from my shoulders with her teeth. Her delicate hands rubbed my breasts in a circular motion until my nipples were erect. I moaned in pleasure as she wrapped her lips around my nipple and began to roll her tongue over the tip, licking at it like an ice cream cone.

My hand found its way to her moist and waiting pussy. I teased the edges of her velvet opening, moving in and out in slow motion, torturing her with what was to come.

She grabbed my breast, pulling and tugging, as she sucked the other. Her teeth grazed the nipple as her nails raked across the flesh. The sensation of slight pain was heavenly and I plunged my finger inside of her, rolling it around her warm inner walls. Her moans of approval encouraged me. I slid another one between her velvet lips, plunging them in and out of her. Josefina raised her legs and dug her heels into my buttocks, forcing me closer to her fevered aroused flesh. She began to rub her swollen clit against my wrist, the hard solidness of the bone providing firm pressure where she needed it most.

I wove my hand into her tresses pulling her head back to allow me access to her sweet lips. My mouth pressed firmly into hers as my tongue searched for the back reaches of her throat. My hips thrust into hers forcing my fingers deeper inside of her where they rolled about touching every inch of her secret dampness. She squeezed her thighs against my body, holding me tightly as she was overcome by waves of ecstasy. Sheets of her warm, sticky nectar enveloped my hand. I released her mouth as she looked dreamily into my eyes. My nails traced the line of her mouth as she licked her lips to savor her own sweet juices.

The two of us moved to the sofa where I sat on the edge of the cushions with Josefina kneeling in front of me. I parted my legs for her exposing my glistening cunt to her eager eyes and mouth. Her hands massaged my thighs as she sucked my nipples before letting her tongue trail the length of my torso to the mound of soft fur. She wrapped her lips around my clit, cruelly toying with it. I gripped the armrest of the couch to brace myself against the onslaught of pleasure she was unleashing upon me. I lifted my legs over her shoulders and rested my calves on her back allowing her to more deeply explore my secret walls.

Her hand reached for my breast and began to pinch my nipple between her thumb and middle finger while her index flicked at the tip. I cried out in pleasure. I began to knead my other breast while I buried my free hand in her thick curls.

I felt her first finger slide in me effortlessly, then two more, until she began to work my body with the three of them. My hips thrust in rhythm with her movements. She would dive deeper and then retreat forcing me to dig my heels into her back, forcing her heated body to meld with mine.

Her hand moved feverishly next to my hardened clit as her fingers performed wicked acrobatics in the deepest recesses of my inner walls. Josefina’s teeth gently nipped at my clit as she clamped her hand around my breast, pinching and tugging at the flesh. I mirrored her moves on my other nipple as I forced my cunt firmly into her welcoming mouth. The combination of sensations coursing through my body raised goose bumps on every inch of my flesh as I surrendered to the ecstasy. Nectar flowed from me in wave after sticky wave onto her chin and lips as she greedily drank of my euphoric essence. Her face shone with my juices as she brought my mouth to hers in a tender kiss.

Josefina and I spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms. We talked until the wee hours of the morning. I’m not sure what time we finally drifted off to sleep, but when I awoke I knew I had found my muse and the person with whom I would spend the rest of my life.