At the age of 26, I was finishing my PhD while also working for a large electricity company in Spain. To earn points for my curriculum vitae and for my doctoral studies, I went alone to a National Research Congress that was held in Granada (Spain) from October 1 to 5, where, among many other topics, research relations between universities and companies would be discussed, also of publicity, of incorporation of doctors to the companies, etc. The truth is, the topics did not interest me in the least, but I had to improve my curriculum.
As soon as I arrived, when collecting the documentation, I met a famous and very prestigious and award-winning artist and professor at the Faculty of Arts in Madrid, Ignacio B… from the subject "Drawing from Life", he was 11 years older than me, single, handsome, friendly, classy, and well-traveled. Physically, he immediately stood out, with reddish-brown hair, a little beard, smiling, charismatic, tall, and athletic.
The two of us got on very well: the mature and prestigious 37-year-old Arts professor from in full professional success, and the young and unknown 26-year-old doctoral student who also worked in a company; as you can see, we had very different careers. Chatting during boring Congress sessions I told him about my doctoral thesis topic: numerical methods for computer graphics, which was something new in those years and he asked me to tell him what all that about computers was and how she thought they could help art, he was very interested in learning a bit, so he offered to include me as computers advisor on a research project he was starting. In short, in addition to his physical appearance, I admired his professionalism, personality, intelligence and style; meaning I was beginning to feel the compulsive and romantic desire to fuck him 😊.
Ignacio and I sat together in the sessions of the congress, we have lunch at the same table, we went to and from the hotel together in a taxi. The typical friendship relationship of strangers who attend congresses and conventions alone, know each other and like each other. Also, we were both staying at the same hotel and let's not forget that I've always had a soft spot for "handsome artists" 😉.
In the very boring sessions of the congress, we sat together and made some confidences, we talked about art, photography, etc. I think I was a young woman with a body like a painting model (I say it humbly), I was sweet, a little shy "apparently", innocent and candid, but combined with an eroticism and a sexuality that sneaked up on my pores. I don't know how to lie to strangers (although sometimes I do to my husband 😉). So, speaking of art, I told him that I was currently an amateur model for Javi, who was an artist friend of mine and my husband's and that three years ago I also had been a photographic model and briefly participated in two short porn films (pretty shabby by the way) and also posed for a painter named Luis B…; In addition to the fact that just a year ago I had been a porn model for an American photographer during another congress in Madrid (see my two Posts in this Blog: “November erotic adventure in Madrid when I was 25, Part 1 and Part2&rdquo. Ignacio seemed surprised, but very interested in these aspects of my life and kept asking me about this artistic facet of "a scientist", it also turned out that he admired and knew very well the artist Luis B for whom I was a model for "erotic-bullfighting" paintings when I was 22 years old.
So, in short and as expected, the next day the Live Drawing professor asked me, very politely and sympathetically, to please pose for him "live" in his hotel room for some sketches and artistic photos according to the sketches.
I knew very well what the euphemism “artistic photos” implied, and I timidly refused, after all, we were both attending a congress for work reasons and it did not seem appropriate to me, but he insisted, he begged, he flattered me. He told me that I was the perfect and irreplaceable model for the artistic research project entitled “Realistic Art and Drawing-Photography-Engravings”, on which he was working at the time, and he showed me the official documents of the research project.
Since it was a formal professional proposal, and so that I could see that it was something serious, he would include myself in the project as an advisor for computer aspects and also as a model (under another name, using my father's second family name: Aura M…, something that I have done several times and that is legal in Spain). It's always been hard for me to say "no" when politely pressed and nudity doesn't mean much to me, apart from my well-known exhibitionist facet 😊. On the other hand, it was about collaborating as a model in a serious art research project directed by a well-known artist; so very flattered and with my self-esteem through the roof, I accepted very willingly. The two of us, laughing, shook hands theatrically and sealed the deal.
As soon as we finished the lunch that day at the congress, at about 3 in the afternoon, we went directly by taxi to the hotel and went up to my room, so that Ignacio could choose clothes for the photo session and sketches from among the clothes that I carried in my suitcase. Meanwhile, I went to the bathroom and showered and perfumed myself very thoroughly (I knew what was going to happen later...), while he rummaged through my suitcase; So, Ignacio stumbled upon something curious: he found the box with three “Prime” brand condoms that, on the advice of Dan (my husband), I always carried in my suitcase when I traveled alone, for “emergency situations”. If Ignacio had had doubts about whether he was going to have sex with me or not, when he saw that I was traveling "prepared for everything" they were completely dispelled.
When I, wearing a semi-transparent light green shirt, cream lace bra and panties and almost black jeans, came out of the bathroom, Ignacio was holding the box of condoms in his hand and said with a wink: “My dear friend Aura, you are all a box of surprises! and also a very naughty girl”, I said “oops! my god, Ignacio, what a shame!” We both laughed nervously, and I blushed and got excited at the same time, he added: “don't be embarrassed Aura, I also always carry these, but a few more than you, with three I can't even begin!”. Laughter from both of us, with my tomato-colored face and feeling that familiar tingle “down there” starting to make itself felt.
With my clothes that Ignacio had selected packed in a congress bag, we went up to his room, which was two floors above. I was already panting a little when I spoke and my cheeks were reddened from the excitement of the situation. Arriving at the room, Ignacio handed me a red rose and a previously personalized envelope, containing a copy of the staff of the project in which he had added me as a model, and a personal business card and another of his work as a professor in the university. Ignacio also showed me and explained a temporary art model contract form and we both signed it, a copy for each one, in it I gave Ignacio all the rights of the photos and drawings that were made in that session because I was the “official model of the research project.
Ignacio had prepared an improvised photography and painting studio in his room, with a black background and a spotlight that he always carried in his car, as well as some decoration elements that he borrowed at the hotel reception; He put on my makeup and did my hair a bit to his liking before starting the session. We decided that the most practical thing was for me to change my clothes right there, without having to go to the bathroom to change and come back each time; Total, we both knew that in a little while I would be posing "au natural" 😉.
As was logical, throughout the session Ignacio asked me to pose with less and less clothing, until I ended up naked and he asked me for increasingly provocative and explicit positions. He helped me change and adjust postures and, of course, he inevitably touched me "inadvertently" when fixing my hair (the one on my head and “the other one” down there). Artists pretend to have the same nonchalant and professional behavior with the body of their models as a doctor with his patients, but there is a fundamental difference: artists are not doctors.
In the first photos with my bare breasts, he asked me permission to make up my areolas so that they would stand out more in the photos, and of course for that he had to “professionally” hold my already perky breasts with his hands and gently rub the hard nipples with the makeup brush smeared with a very soft but cold paste; which caused the natural simultaneous erection of my nipples... and the bulge in his pants.
I couldn't help but gaze with flattery and delight at the bulge growing out of control in his baggy artist pants, and he noticed it, brought it closer to me, brushing his hard bulge discreetly and "accidentally" against me as he helped me change of postures a few times; when that happened, he would say to me with an indifferent and routine voice “sorry Aura”.
At that time, most of the positions he asked me for were with my legs spread and my wet pussy peeking out from under my bush of soft, straight brown hair, which apparently needed very frequent touch-ups with a small, soft brush. For me to rest a little between photos, from time to time he asked me to position myself in a comfortable position, but with "everything" well in sight, while he, sitting very close to me, made sketches and photos and took some notes in his notebook.
When I am aroused, my cheeks and chest turn red, my lips thicken, my tits become perky, my nipples harden and point towards the ceiling and my pussy becomes visibly wet, I also exhale a soft and special smell of an excited female I notice it myself. I can't hide all these clear signs that I'm horny and ready to mate. I was both embarrassed and excited feeling that the upper part of my thighs was wet, knowing that Ignacio was watching.
Things were getting more and more "hot", also the spiciest conversation, the elegant but direct jokes, the praises that he made of my body, private parts included, went in one direction. He had asked my permission to put cold things from the mini-bar fridge on my nipples to harden them for the photos; and I gave it to him very happily, both of us laughing, although the truth is that my nipples were already hard enough without the need for cold, and obviously we both knew it, but apparently, it was necessary to cool them more and more frequently... he combed and retouched carefully my pubic hair on several more occasions.
In the chat during a break in the session, which had already lasted more than three hours, Ignacio could no longer resist and in a very low voice asked me to make love right now right there. Although I was horny like few times in my life, I refused again in an unconvincing way, so he insisted, he told me compliments, sweet words, "my dear and precious Aura", "my exceptional model", while caressing my face, my tits and the hair (the one on top and the one down there), and more compliments, and since I was still apparently hesitant, he offered me to spend the rest of the days of the congress together as a couple of lovers, going to dinner together, taking romantic walks by Granada (in autumn it is a beautiful city), etc.
I couldn't refuse that offer made by such an attractive man , and a prestigious artist, and I was already so horny that I was afraid of spontaneously cumming in front of him without being able to avoid it at any moment (being in a state of great sexual arousal for a long time). time I have had uncontrolled and uncontrollable spontaneous orgasms); so I accepted and accepting excited me even more.
On the other hand, although only 26 years old and sweet-looking, I was already a woman with a lot of sexual experience: married for four years to Dan and a model and lover of Javi, numerous threesomes with Javi and Dan, not forgetting my experiences with some classmates at the university, my various crazy adventures with strangers, my “glorious 22 years” (see the Posts in this Blog), my semi-wild sexual life in Guyana when I was a teenager, and some other “things” that I keep secret 😉.
Immediately Ignacio hugged and kissed me, and we made love twice in a row there directly on the floor on the background of black cloth, the two of us cumming: a classic “missionary” to begin with and a few minutes later a “doggy style” Ignacio did it very well and very passionately. Ignacio would come moaning my name repeatedly in a hoarse voice: “Aura!”; in his orgasms what I love. For my part, I always moan and scream very loudly the name of the lover who is giving me pleasure, which would undoubtedly please Ignacio. Then the two of us also showered together and he invited me to dinner in an elegant romantic restaurant near the Alhambra and to a later night walk, like a pair of lovers, through the center of Granada.
We spend the night together in the hotel room, enjoying the bohemian vibe of the makeshift artist's studio (I love that vibe). At that age I could easily have four orgasms in one night when I was really horny, and that day I was. On Friday the 3rd we did not appear for the congress, and after breakfast we continued with the session of art and sex locked in the room-study, we only went out for a while at the end of the afternoon around the hotel and had dinner based on "tapas" in local bars.
On Saturday morning we went together for a while to the congress and a guided tour of the Alhambra, and we spent the afternoon at the hotel. That night was the gala dinner of the congress, to which the wives of the attendees went, and we went to dinner as if I were Ignacio's partner. There were people who knew him but not me, when Ignacio introduced her to someone he said "this is my beloved friend Aura", and I observed some whispers and glances between the women of the others, and nice smiles and a bit of jokes of " Ah!, I see, how lucky you are Ignacio”, “I'll leave you, I see you're in good company” wink and pat on the shoulder included; but what many do not know is that others think that I am the lover of someone "outstanding" is something that I love. For dinner, I took off my wedding ring and put on a big one that I always carry in my bag, so the local gossips didn't know if I was single, married, Ignacio's girlfriend or fiancée, a date, a classy escort. … I know how to handle myself in society and I get along very well putting on an innocent face and a sweet voice, so Ignacio felt very proud of me during the gala dinner.
We got back to the hotel a little late and we had a very "busy" farewell night, we slept very little and fucked a lot. On Sunday morning we fucked again, this time under the shower (I love doing that in the morning) and then have breakfast in the room. At about 11 o'clock we returned together to Madrid in Ignacio's gray Peugeot 504, which took me to the train station where we said goodbye; I took the train to my home in the north of Spain that same afternoon.
During the journey from Granada to Madrid we had a very lively conversation about very varied topics and our lives, and there Ignacio clearly stated that he would like to see me again and that I pose for him with a certain regularity, while praising my skills of model and the “other dowries”. Both of us were exhausted from those four intense days, but, to reciprocate those praises and out of kindness 😉, I told him that I was very flattered and that I would think about the offer and we would talk about it soon, and with my mischievous smile I offered to show him those “other skills” once again at a highway rest area: “Ignacio, if you want to stop to rest, I can relax you with my hands and my mouth in the back seats. You just stay seated and close your eyes, I'll take care of everything” (this has always been a specialty of me).
Ignacio told me laughing: “Aura, it is the most tempting proposal I have received in my life, but my love, you have already extracted all my strength, I have nothing left to give you. But if you want, I'll stop and I'll relax you”, to which I, also laughing, told him: “I don't need Ignacio, thank you very much, but I don't think I'm going to be able to cum, you've also left me exhausted” (it was a lie! !) and he took my arm and with a smile gave me a kiss on the cheek.
The truth is that I became horny by the proposal for continuity as a model and lover that Ignacio had just made to me, and “yes” I wanted and needed some kisses and some fingering down there; I have always regretted not having clearly said yes. Note that I did not say “no”, but rather “it is not necessary…” and “I think…”, which in my way of speaking means: “yes, stop now and do it to me!”, but Ignacio did not know me well enough good to notice. And let's not forget that a Peugeot 504 was a very large car for the time, with ample space in the rear seats, which still increases my regret for not having accepted the offer of one last orgasm in my crazy Granada adventure.
Although it is not very elegant to make balances and accounts of these issues, a very reasonable estimate is that, in those almost four days of torrid relationship, I at 26 years old had five or six daily orgasms, that is: almost twenty in total, of which five were multiple; It's not a Guinness record, but it's not bad at all. In fact, on Friday we had to buy a box of condoms because theirs and mine had run out (a few times, in the heat of the situation, we fucked bareback I have to confess...).
During those days in Granada, I called my husband from the hotel once a day and told him that I was having a very interesting adventure and that I would tell him everything when I returned home on Sunday. The week after the congress in Granada, I received in my work office an envelope containing one of the sketches (I have it framed in our room) and very good quality printed copies of a selection of the photos he took of me (someones are here enclosed, two of the photos were of a blowjob the style he liked: placing his semi-hard cock into my mouth and letting it harden and then cumming into my mouth while I licked his head... , also a photo fucking bareback... I was so bold! ).
Later, Ignacio phoned me a couple of times and asked me to formally become his semi-professional model. The temporary "Art Model" contract was legally compatible with my work contract at the electric company (I checked it with my “private lawyer” José Manuel A). Ignacio offered me to go to Madrid one weekend a month to pose (and to continue enjoying my “other skills” ), expenses paid. He offered me, logically, to stay in his apartment-studio in the center of Madrid. We talked at length and in summary I thanked him and very politely told him that it was not possible: because I had a husband, Dan, a lover, Javi, and a very demanding job.
For several years, whenever an engraving, drawing or photo based on me appeared in an exhibition, book, or art gallery, he would notify me by letter or telephone. He always respected the terms of the form we signed, and the name Aura M… is out there wandering, written in small print at the bottom of a few well-priced works of art. Among the research projects in my academic curriculum is this somewhat peculiar one, and in which no one has ever noticed, although it served to add points in my doctorate courses 😉.
To end this adventure, I have to say that we got back together on a few (five times… ) of my business trips to Madrid in those days, and I posed for him and fucked with him. With the pass of time, we lost the contact, but I still like him and keep excellent memories of the Conference days in Granada and of the various meetings in Madrid.
I hope you enjoyed reading it.
Kisses
Aura
19 comments
Now I know how the Ignacio story began. "Aura" is the cry of pleasure. lol
Hi Opus,
Sadly Ignacio passed away a few years ago, he was nice and cultivated. We met in Madrid quite a few times after Granada, in some of my works trips there. I keep a file with the paintings I pose for, though I am not easy to be identified in some of them. I really liked him, he was a man of his word.
Kiss
Aura
P.D.: SI, fue una gran ocasión perdida de satisfacer por última vez, en ese viaje, tus deseos de sexo con sus dedos en tu interior, el me creo que estuviese exprimido, pero tu, aun tenías líquido para mucho rato y entretenimiento sexual
Sabes Sento, Ignacio falleció hace cinco años, cuando meses después me enteré me llevé un gran disgusto aunque hacía muchos años que no teníamos apenas contacto. Le recordaré siempre, era una gran persona, un excelente artista y un buen amante.
Como siempre tus relatos son maravillosos, y veo que la vida te ha tratado divinamente, como la hermosa y encantadora mujer que eres, y la suerte que ha tenido toda esa gente de conocerte, y poder ha certe esas fotos, que sin ser un profesional de la fotografía, con tu esbelto cuerpo, tu maravilloso rostro toda tu figura, es muy facil hacer fotos maravillosas de exposición, si encima la persona que las hace sabe manejar la luz y su abertura, es lógico que salgan tan maravillosas, pero hay wque tener en cuenta, que el 90% del mérito, es tu personalidad y tu gran y dulce belleza. Gracias Aura
Gracias a tí Sento.
La vida también me ha dado muchos golpes, peroo de eso no hablo en este Blog, solo de los momentos y experiancias eróticas "no convencionales"
Un beso
Aura
Wonderful dear Aura. Entrancing as always. And some gorgeous pictures of your beautiful body. Clearly hecdid spend time on your hair down there and to good effect! It looks wonderful! Clear too thatvyou were often aroused as evidenced by your hardened nipples. Thank you as always for sharing! G
Hi G,
You always so kind with me! 😍
Though this happened a long time ago, at the begining of my time as a doctorate student, I have wonderful memories of these days. Also of the times we met in Madrid later. He was a very special man and a true artist.
Kiss 💋
Hi Aura,
WOW, what an amazing experience and very erotiic. When I am through writing this, I am going to go take care the stirring in my loins that your writing creates. I love your stories and the way you present them, as I am always drawn deeply into them. Thanks for sharing your pictures and such a beautiful life experience...xoxo
Hi Tom,
Thx and sweet kisses
Aura
I'll take all of those sweet kisses that you are giving out, but it will not quench my thurst..xoxo
@TomCatnDubai
Aww! at least a bit?
Yes, a bit.😉
That was a beautiful story and very exciting. I was so turned on by the end and when I saw the very last photo it tilted me over and I came, lovely and thank you, what an amazing life you have had and continue to have and thank you for sharing this.
I am also an artist and whilst I’ve usually had a professional relationship with models I’ve been involved with, I did have an episode a few years ago, it must have been 2018, a young model of just 21 and me then 62, she was very forward and brought life to an old man.
Hello Harvey,
Relations model-artist are very common, posing naked be for photos or paintings in exciting for the artist and for the model. I am glad you enjoyed the photos
And by the way, you are not an "old man" but a "mature man", I am sure the model also enjoyed, you were lucky both of you.
Kisses
Aura
Your erotic adventure with Ignacio sounds fascinating and your pics are great!
Now many orgasms? 🤔 lol 😂 😮 👍
hehehe Yes, I was very young and my sexual energy was out of the ordinary I guess
Thx for the compliments
Kisses
Aura