The Artist
Chapter 5: The Gentle Touch
I came back from Italy to be greeted by Kyle's warm hug at the airport. He picked me up, and spun me in a circle in his embrace. It was nice to see him again. I cannot stray far from my coastal hometown. As we got in the Nissan, I told him about Andrea, but just said that he was a really nice guy, and I told him about all the sights of the Island of Capri
Where I've been to Italy. Kyle has been to Spain, and he tells me great things about his time over there too. For the first couple of days, I rested and tried to get over my jet lag. It was noon as Kyle was returning from the store. I was on the couch watching the 1998 movie 'The Avengers'. It's not the best, but I like it, and Emma Peel's black leather suit.
"Hey, you made lunch?" said Kyle
"I thought you'd like that," I replied
"You're a sweetie, Nico," he replied, giving me a very light, walk-by tap and rub on my bubble butt. I lightly giggled as I like it when he does things like that. I made him a nice meal of parmesan polenta with cajun shrimp. As I was watching the scene where Emma Peel dived off the sphere into the waters below, Kyle sat down next to me with his lunch.
He grinned warmly as a friend would, and lightly scratched the top of my head, "So...I saw this flyer on a telephone pole by the store, and I thought of you" he said, showed me the flyer, "so there's an artist in town that's looking for a model to help with his work, I figured that this might be something you'd be interested in," he explained, I made a nod.
"I'll look into it," I stated,
"Because honestly, you have a body made for art," Kyle said with a grin and wink, and went to put his dishes in the sink to wash later. After the movie, I decided to help out with the dishes, and rest my eyes for a little bit. With the dishes clean and drying on the dish rack, I went off to my bedroom, and closed the door behind me for a little afternoon nap
After about an hour, I woke up and wiped the sleep from my eyes. I smiled a determined grin to myself, and looked at the flyer, "I'll do it," I concluded, and dialed the number. A male voice was on the other line, "Hello? My name is Nico, and I'm calling because I'm interested in the model position," I explained to the voice of a male possibly in his thirties.
"Are you shy about nudity?" he asked
"Me? No, not at all," I replied back,
"Alright, this is good, could you meet me at 10am at the cafe on Seashell Avenue so we can talk over some coffee? Look out for a brown-eyed, white American Bobtail, I really look forward to meeting you, Nico," he said, and he hung up the phone. I plugged mine in to charge. This sounds like fun, and an opportunity to show a little of my artistic side.
The next morning, I showered and brushed my teeth. I wore some baggy workout shorts and a blue t-shirt, "Good luck, Nico," said Kyle with a friendly grin and wink. I grinned back and headed out the door wearing my sandals too. I'm not wearing anything underneath in case the artist wants to do some sketches. I arrived at the cafe ten minutes early
"Are you Nico?" a tomcat asked,
"Yep, that's me," I replied with a smile
I got up from the table to shake his hand, "Good to meet you, I'm Ian, Ian Whitetail," said the snowy white tomcat with a stubby tail. I shook his hand, and we sat down to talk. He has muscle, but enough to show that he takes care of himself and not letting it become an obsession. Ian smiled as he sat down. His grin reflected he might have plans today
"So...I'm thinking that after coffee, we go over to my place and we can get some sketches done so we can see what we'll be working with, if that's alright by you," Ian explained, I nodded a single nod with a willing grin as I took a sip of my coffee, "I got good feelings about you in my future works," he complimented as he took a sip, and stirred his coffee
"I'm glad I can help you," I replied
"I am too," Ian replied with a ready smile
I have heard of this Ian Whitetail. His work is inspired by the works of Thomas Eakins and Wilhelm Von Gloeden. It's nice to see someone who works with the classics. One of the small galleries displays his artwork. He is a local celebrity of sorts. Like a few men I've met, he feels very down-to-earth and he really seems to enjoy what he does for his career
"When you feel like you're ready, we can get started," said Ian, I finished the last bit of the coffee and walked up to the hostess counter for a peppermint after paying. Ian took an Altoids mint from a tin in a pouch on his bag. Ian walked with me back to his place which is not far from the apartment I share with Kyle. His apartment looks a bit more cozy
"I apologize for the mess," said Ian
"That's alright," I replied with a grin,
I stepped out of my sandals at the door, and walked with him around to the living room, "Alright, you don't mind if I have a little look?" he asked, I lightly shook my head 'no', I raised my arms up and allowed him to take off my shirt. I put my arms down at my sides as Ian went down on bended knee to me, "very nice, beautiful patterns too," he purred
As he took off my shirt, he did not touch my skin. He lightly grinned, looking down to meet his eyes to say thank you. His paws reached up to the hems of my shorts, but still he did not touch me. He slowly pulled down my pants to reveal me. He smiled in approval, "I can work with this" he said standing up, I stepped with light footsteps out of my shorts
"You're perfect," He purred,
"You think so?" I questioned
"I know so," he replied with a smile, he lightly clapped his hands together and rubbed them, "right then, let's go to the couch for some sketches, can you get into a position you feel the most comfortable in, please?" he asked, I walked over to the couch, and laid down. I found the living room couch to be very comfortable just like the one I have at home
I laid on my back, and looked toward Ian as he was sitting down at an easel and flipping back some papers for a fresh sheet on his sketchpad. I put my heads behind the back of my head, and bent my left leg slightly inward. My little 'trunk' drooped to the left, but did not touch the couch. Ian looked up from where he was sitting to get a peek, and smiled
"That's a nice one," he said,
"Are you ready?" he asked, I nodded
With that, he began to sketch me using a soft charcoal pencil, "I need you to stay as still as possible, and if you need a break to stretch or walk around, let me know," he said, I made a nod, still holding the position. Ian was taking his time with the sketch as I could hear the sounds of a pencil on the paper, and the hours went on into the early afternoon
"May I have a break?" I asked, Ian grinned and nodded. I got up from the couch, and walked around a bit to loosen up. I grinned to him as I walked in a circle in the living room from the couch to the other pieces of furniture in the room. I'd stretch my hands behind my head. Ian grinned back as he seemed to be putting the finishing touch on the sketch.
"It's just about done," said Ian,
"May I have a look?" I asked him,
"Sure," Ian said, moving aside a bit with a push of his feet on his office chair. I walked up to the drawing. This tomcat has a real talent for drawing. It had the detail of a black and white photograph. He got every detail on my body, every spot in the right place. It looked like the 'Nico' in the sketch could walk right off the paper, "ready for a few more?"
I nodded a 'yes' to him, "Great...okay, let's try this one," he said, making preparations. He placed a small Greek or Roman-style column that went up to my waist in the middle of the room, "so I'd like for you to place a hand on the column, and look back behind you, and grin if you want to," said Ian, and I did as he asked of me, "you have a cute butt,"
"Thank you," I replied, grinning,
"Hmm...," he hummed, and got to work
It took him about two hours per sketch. I admire how everything he draws, he puts everything into it. When he was done, he walked up to me and placed very gentle hands on my shoulders, and he grinned warmly to me. His brown eyes were soft and loving. I looked up at him, and grinned back. His hand touched my cheek and caressed off of my chin
He looked back as he was walking off toward another room. My little 'trunk' and 'pair' swayed lightly, and my butt lightly wiggled with my walking motion as I followed him. I saw him in a bedroom, laying like a reclining nude in a painting. Every lover has a different approach. He lightly gestured with a movement of his neck for me to lay down beside him
"You earned this," Ian whispered,
"I'll be gentle," he assured me, I smiled
I walked up to him, and I laid on my belly beside him on the bed with my legs slightly spread. Ian reached behind him, and he pulled out an peacock feather. I purred feeling the slow and soft touch of the feather on my skin, "Feels good," I purred feeling the big feather grace a very slow, soothing touch over my butt, and moving down my legs to my feet
I can feel and hear Ian purring as I felt his finger go down the length of my back. It was slow, and slightly tickling. My feeling is this is how some guys handle the younger kind. I purred feeling the finger go over my butt, down the backs, or my leg to the bottoms of my feet where he lightly tickled the bottoms of my feet. I soothed his ears with my giggle
"This is how I am," he purred softly
"It's very sweet," I said back quietly,
"I do try," Ian said in a very hushed tone with a wink as I looked toward him. Soon, one finger turned five as they followed the same path. I made a light purr as my butt made a gentle wiggle as his fingertips graced over it. I turned to face him, and Ian lightly tickled the tip of my chin with a first finger. I do like his approach to me. It is slow and soothing
I grinned, and my big brown eyes softened as I fluttered them to him. I grinned when he placed his gentle kiss on my dark-colored nose. The back of his fingertips caressed my cheek, and I felt his gentle kiss on the backs of my shoulders. I purred as his kiss is going down my back very slowly, and very gently. I love how he takes his time with my body
"You're so cute," Ian complimented softly
"Thank you," I replied quietly, smiling
I don't let that kind of pride effect my ego, or my outlook on things. There's always going to be someone that's going to be more good looking out there. I love how Ian is soft in his voice, and soft in his touch to match it. A soft moan escaped my muzzle as he kissed my butt with four soft and gentle kisses for each side. He looked to my eyes, and smiled
Ian then placed a soft kiss on my lower back, and he laid back down, reclining beside me. He traced a slow first finger down the middle of my face. He placed his gentle kiss on my forehead, and another on my lips. Ian backed away slightly, but still kissing close as he grinned and he gazed into my eyes. His finger tickle-stroked up and down on my nose
"Could you turn over please?"
"Sure," I said in a whisper,
I turned over on my back, and I looked over at Ian. The tomcat grinned at my face, and glanced down at my 'trunk'. He traced the slow-moving and tickling finger on down the middle of my face, and down to my chest and belly, tracing me into two equal halves. He kissed down the middle of my chest slow and steady, placing a kiss on my soft flat belly
I giggled as he tickled me lightly at the waist to the left and right of my 'trunk'. He placed his kiss on the tip, and he placed a kiss on both parts on my 'pair'. He placed a kiss on the middle of my chest, and he kissed me on the lips. I sensed that it was his way of saying that we are done for the day, "I hope to work with you again soon, Nico," Ian purred,
"Would you like my number?" I asked him,
"That would be lovely," He replied with a sweet smile to me, I touched a hand to his cheek, and got up from the bed. I walked out of the bedroom, knowing Ian is looking at my butt. I looked back, and grinned to say that I don't mind. He lightly chuckled. I found a post-it note, and a ballpoint pen. I wrote down my number for him as I sat at the bedside
It was time to go. I'm glad I made his morning, and early afternoon and helped him with his artwork which came with some benefits. I found my shorts, and t-shirt in the living room. I turned to see Ian still nude and seeing me off. I looked back, and grinned to him as I put back on my shorts and t-shirt, and headed out the door. I hope to see him soon