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Offline Nicole Andersen

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Nicole Gets a Painting
« on: June 29, 2005, 02:14:35 PM »
Charlotte York introduced me to that handsome new artist, Quinn Cobain. He's the painter that did Lindsay Davis in the nude for her. I asked Quinn if he wanted to do me. After a few jokes regarding my wording of the request, we agreed that he would paint me posing in a night gown on my bed.

It was a Wednesday afternoon that I finally got free and called him, asking if he could come over that afternoon. The fee would be $200 an hour and he was there within the hour.

I opened a bottle of Zinfandel and nervously had already had two glasses just to calm my nerves before he arrived. He seemed a little nervous, too, seeing me waiting in the little short silk nighty.

I had spread a black satin sheet over my bed to pose on and we shared more wine as he set up his easel. It wasn't as difficult as I thought and I posed for almost an hour before I said I needed a break.

He poured us more wine while I used the bathroom next door. I'm not sure whether it was all that wine or those wild, penetrating blue eyes of his, but when he said he wasn't dating anybody special right now, I asked him out. He agreed, but somehow we wound up all over that black satin sheet. Delightful!!

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Re: Nicole Gets a Painting
« Reply #1 on: July 13, 2005, 04:10:41 PM »
I was sitting at home Wednesday afternoon when Quinn called. He said he had finished the oil painting of me. I invited him over and set out a bottle of expensive champagne and two crystal champagne flutes.

He arrived, hair dangling sensually over one eye as usual, with the painting wrapped in protective brown paper. We exchanged hellos and he helped me open the champagne. Then the unveiling. It was beautiful!

http://www.webmaze.com/memberpages/rachel/nicoleandersen41.jpg

We poured the champagne and drank several glasses while we worked out the price. He said $300, but I gave him $400, saying the last $100 was a tip for the exciting afternoon in the bedroom the last time. One thing led to another, a second brilliant censored performance.