The hotel room is looking slightly disheveled, clothes discarded at random and the remnants of a meal lay scattered across the table with two empty wine bottles. The women are dressed comfortably in just their underwear, they spread freely on the bed; a glass of red wine balancing in their hands. They Lie top to tail, with Jen leaning on the head-board and Tilly resting on her left elbow staring down the bed at the brunette. They are engrossed in conversation, at ease with each other and sharing their pasts. Jen's experiences are rich and interesting; she elaborates on her travels.
Tilly is lost in the stories, smiling and laughing, she allows her artistic imagination to fly her away; enticed by the thrill of adventure. She begins to believe she is living a ridiculously sheltered existence. She is aware she is only young and her opportunities will come, however, Jen had been right when saying that she would be trapped at university for years following a dream of becoming a doctor. After uni she would be stuck in residency for a further year, before entering a career that would consume all the hours in her life; she did not want to wake up at thirty and realise she had lost her twenties in study.
She concludes that they both need to escape from their lives and the restrictions that are being placed upon them. Maybe it would be nothing but a pause before the inevitable fall into adulthood, however, a time-out is needed. A gap year would not affect either of their long-term plans, only delay them slightly; allowing them a year of each other in freedom. During her life she would always be able to look back on this year of exploration with warm memory; knowing that she had once lived beyond boundaries and socially free. Plus on returning She would be eighteen; all the legal restrictions would no longer apply; they would be free to be together openly.
"What are you smiling so happily about?" Jen asks her lover whilst rubbing the teens ankle affectionately.
Tilly is forced out of her reverie, unaware she has become so lost in her thoughts of escape; she smiles at the brunette. "You. us. I'm just really Happy Jen." she answers, not wanting to share her plans in fear of spoiling the surprise.
"Me too" Jen replies with a dimpled smile; in a rare moment of unguarded emotional honesty.
"Did you bring any oils in your Jeep?" Asks Tilly with a sudden rush of inspiration and remembering finding art supplies in the boot during their woodland trip. The trip where Jen had touched her intimately for the first time, Tilly feels herself flush at the thought, out of both arousal and embarrassment of losing her innocence.
"Yes. it's always fully stocked, just in-case. Why?" Jen answers curiously noting the teenagers mischievous look. "What are you up to Miss Evans?" she adds but Tilly does not answer. She just throws on a hotel robe before grabbing the teachers keys and running out of the room.
Jen smiles at the spontaneous confidence of her younger lover; she remembers she used to be as fearless. Sure, it still existed inside her and would emerge occasionally triumphant. Like inviting a stranger on a road trip and then kissing them, turning up to a holiday she was not invited to, running naked across a beach...falling in love with her student. She sighs in the realisation that these examples have all been inspired by the red-head. Tilly was able to bring out the elements of her character she loved the most; a side her career threatened to suppress. She knows this is not just a choice between a career and their love affair; Jen is being asked to choose between a career and herself.
Tilly runs back into the room in a fit of giggles, strips her robe and kicks off her shoes; throwing the oils on the bed. She runs over and puts her cold hands on the teacher's exposed abdomen,gaining her a yelp and an arm slap; Tilly laughs playful. "It's freezing out there!" she adds to her laughter.
"Shame, I just thought you were pleased to see me." Jen responds, running her thumb across the lace material covering Tilly's erect nipples.
"Always." Tilly states and sits side straddle across the brunette's lap, she wraps her arms around her neck and kisses her slowly on her lips.
"You're not planning to paint on the walls are you?" Jen jokes spying the oils on the bed but no canvas.
"Nope, I plan to paint on you." Tilly replies with a smile and jumping off the bed. "Every lesson I used to have with you, I would lose all concentration...as you can image. One minute I would be sitting there painting into a blank sketch book...the next minute I would be imagining you spread naked across the desk as my canvas." she confesses.
"Tilly!" Jen announces in shock, eyes wide.
"Oh don't act so surprised...you knew I was undressing you with my eyes in class." Tilly leans down and plants light kisses along Jen's outstretched legs "Its been a fantasy of mine ever since...To paint on these gorgeous legs, Miss Gilmour" She adds, smiling at her speechless brunette.
Tilly climbs over Jens legs and positions herself on the bed lying along side the teacher, she half rest on her lap,straddling the brunettes waist with her elbows; so she is facing down the legs towards her feet. She pulls the paints towards her and removes the green oil tube and a paint brush from the box.
Jen Feels the cold thick oil squeezed onto her leg from the tube, she shivers as the brush makes contact caressing the paint across her thigh; the feeling mimics a feather being guided across her skin. It tickles but in a light intoxicating way; the feeling is extremely sensual. She begins to understand the fantasy as she stares at the empty canvas in front of her, she glides her fingers across Tilly's back; admiring her flawless skin. She unclasp the teen's bra strap because it hindered her art space; Tilly momentarily stops painting to remove the garment for Jen. The teacher takes a brush and three tubes of paint from the box, she places two of the tubes on Tilly's bottom using it has her table; the teen giggles causing Jen to giggle realising what she had done. Led on her belly hinders the laughter's movement and shakes through the red-head body causing her bum to wobble.
"Stop wobbling you or my paint will fall off." Jen adds to the giggling; this just makes the teen laugh more. Jen tucks the tubes into the hem of her lovers french knickers "There, nice and secure." she add to the movement and Tilly turns her head to smirk at the teacher suggestively in mock disapproval.
"Oww that's cold" Tilly states as Jen squeezes the oil onto her skin. "I've always wanted a tattoo on my back." she adds.
"Well you can't" respond the teacher in her playful voice "This is my canvas."
They lose an hour enjoying the process, first due to their personal artwork piece and secondly due to the resulting sensations from the others brush strokes. Their lovers caressing paint work enhancing their own creativity in an endless loop of arousal.
"Finished" Tilly finally announces with a huge grin admiring the array of beautiful insects and flowers that adorn a thick intertwining ivy that weaves around and up Jens legs. "What to you think?" she asks moving out of the way.
"um...reductive" Jen replies not being able to resist the opportunity to quote herself from the day they first met, just over four months ago; when she had upset Tilly with her overly critical opinion. They both laugh and the teen sticks her tongue out. "That really is beautiful, so much detail; you should use oils more often." she continues this time with a serious and loving reply.
"Can I finish mine now?" The teacher replies in mock sternness. Tilly apologizes and begins to lie downs again. "No its OK, sit up, I've completed the back." Jen responds to the teens movement. Tilly smiles liking this idea much more, she straddles the brunettes lap; kneeling either side of her thighs and sits down. Jen reaches around Tilly's waist and drags the paint tubes, that are still tuck in the hem of her knickers, around to the front. The red-head feels her nipples stiffen at the move, Jen notices and leans; taking one in her mouth with nipping lightly. Tilly moans and grips the bed cover. "You'll have to wait till I finish" The Brunette teases.
Jen picks up the paintbrush and begins to paint Tilly's front, paying particular interest to the teens hardened breast. The red-head begins to get incredibly aroused, however, as ordered she refrains from giving in to her lust; she tries to regulate her breathing and grips the duvet tighter.
The teacher is enjoying the arousal she is causing her lover, she caresses her skin for intentional sensuality; she can feel Tilly wet upon her thighs. She feels herself getting aroused too but she endeavors to complete her art work. The teen sits brimming with frustration for fifteen more minutes until Jen finally finishes.
"O.k, you can go look now." Jen announces and points to the full length mirror. Tilly jumps off the teachers legs full of curiosity at the piece. She stares smiles at the work Turing in front of the mirror smiling; she stand with her back to the mirror and looks over her shoulder at detailed art work.
"Wow Jen. This is gorgeous. It looks Victorian." Tilly states looking at the corset that the teacher has painted onto her body. The details in the garment is so defined that it almost looks like the teen is wearing the clothing. Tilly admires the intricate drawing of the ribbon in the lace up back.
From her sitting position across the room Jen admires the body of her lover, the distance giving the illusion that the corset is real "I thought I'd combine both our fantasies." She admits to Tilly.
"Take a picture!" Tilly orders Jen throwing the brunette her mobile. Tilly poses with her back to Jen and peers over one shoulder with a seductive stare. Jen obliges, deeply turned on by the sight and secretly impressed with her oil work. "Your so talented." Tilly continues.
"So, your fantasy is me in a corset is it?" Tilly adds noting Jens earlier comment; the brunette nods and smiles. "I'll make sure next time that fantasy becomes a reality." the red-head promises.
"How about until then...I get you in the shower, and help you out of this one." Jen replies, rising from the bed and taking Tilly's hand. The teen does not answer but allows the teacher to guide her to the bathroom.