094

The following day, Suki and I were back at the estate to keep working on her second commission. She was roughly a third finished with it by now. It was out of the way for either of us to ride together, so we went separately and met at the gate house to ride down to the lake in the cart. Suki was running late so I was waiting for her at gate house for her to arrive. Jackson was on duty again and he was watching me. I blushed again, knowing what he was seeing in his minds eye. Somehow it seemed worse when people I knew even casually had seen me naked, even more so than all the strangers at the strip club yesterday. Maybe there was hope for me yet.

"Why do you do that?" Jackson asked.

"What?" I asked.

"Blush when I look at you," he said.

"Because of the painting in the house," I honestly replied. "I know you've seen all of me and it makes me uncomfortable knowing you've seen me naked."

"If you don't want people to see you nude, why pose?"

"It was a way to get out of the house and help out my friend, Shizuko," I said. "One of the conditions of my posing was no one be able to see my face to know who I was. I knew from the way you looked at me the first time we met, you put it together and knew I'd posed for the painting. It kind of defeated the purpose. Now you know it's me in the painting and have seen me in my totality. I imagine you undressing me every time you look at me, whether you are or not."

"Well, I admit seeing you nude has crossed my mind more than once. You are very beautiful. You don't blame me do you."

"I suppose not. It was the risk I took when I started posing. You don't blame me for being uncomfortable around you, do you?"

"You do know I wouldn't spy on you or do anything without your permission."

"That's nice to know," I smiled at him. "If I can ask a personal question, do you think about me when you masturbate?"

"What makes you think I masturbate?" Jackson asked.

"Don't all men?"

He laughed. "I guess. I'll admit I do think about you when I masturbate. Almost every time."

"What does your wife think about you masturbating to naked visions of another woman?"

"I'm not married. Why, are you interested?"

I held up my ring finger. "Sorry, taken."

"Lucky guy. What's he think of you modeling nude?"

"He was okay with it as long as my identity was hidden."

"Have you told him someone knows you've posed nude."

That was the least of the things I've not told Tanner.

"He said things of beauty should be displayed in a museum, not hidden away in the basement," I said. "I doubt he cares that much. He wants to hang a graphic painting of me in our house where anyone can see it and everyone who does will know I've posed nude."

"I can kind of see where he comes from, but I disagree. If you were mine, I'd hide your beauty from the rest of the world so no one would try to take you away from me. But if he feels that way, perhaps you can invite me to your home after it's finished. I'd like to see that one."

"We'll see. Do you think I'm so easily taken from the one I love?"

"No. I guess not." He paused. "What are you working on now?"

"A pose of me seen from behind. My backside and a breast is visible, but my face is hidden by the fall of my hair."

I could see him picturing it in his mind. He smiled as he imagined it.

"I can hardly wait to see it," Jackson said.

"Shizuko's about almost halfway done now. It shouldn't be much longer. If it goes up in the house with the other one and not somewhere else. It will give you something else to masturbate to."

"Actually, I don't masturbate much to the painting, I masturbate to you."

I blushed again. Jackson smiled again. He had a good smile. There was nothing to say about his last comment so I didn't.

"How many others here know it's me hanging in the entry."

"No one as far as I know. I never told anyone. I'm not sure if anyone else has put it together. Of course, others may be masturbating to the picture. It's a great painting."

Suki arrived in time to save me from having to respond. We got into the cart and before I left, I said, "Don't get carpal tunnel."

Jackson laughed and said, "I'm not sure that's possible, but thanks for thinking of me."

"What was that all about?" Suki asked.

"Just idle chitchat," I said.

I was becoming more comfortable with my nudity. Lots of people had seen me naked now, most of whom I didn't even know. I'd been posing for Suki naked for over ten weeks. I still covered up to use the rest room in the guest house, though I wondered if I should give Jackson a little thrill and go to the guest house naked. He was kind and funny and not at all forward. If it weren't for the other guards who would see me, I would have seriously considered it. When we got to our location, I looked at what she'd done so far. It was coming along nicely and would be as good or better than the previous one. Clouds started to roll in around two, so Suki decided to pack up early. We went back to the gate house to leave the cart and get our cars. Jackson was still on duty. I had a marvelously wicked idea.

After Suki packed her stuff into the car, I said, "I'm going to do something now a little surprising. Go with it, okay."

She started to ask what it was but I grabbed her a kissed her passionately before she could get a word out. She was hesitant at first, wondering what the hell I was doing, but soon got into it, kissing me back as hard as I was kissing her. Suki never minded kissing pretty girls. Both Jackson and the other guard watched in dumbfounded amazement as we swapped spit for several minutes.

I pulled away and Suki said, "Whew. That was some kiss. Mind telling me what it was all about?"

I gestured with my head to the guards whose mouths were still hanging open. "A show for them," I said.

Suki laughed. "Anytime you want to put on another show like that, I'm game."

"Every time Jackson is working when we leave then," I said.

"Done." Suki left with a big smile on her face.

As I drove out the gate, I told Jackson, "A little fuel for the fire."

He laughed as I drove off.

Every time I saw Jackson from then on, I wasn't embarrassed when he saw me, looked at me or talked to me. He became a friend. Every time Suki and I left and Jackson was working, we'd spend a few minutes kissing and rubbing against one another, occasionally rubbing a clothing covered breast or squeezing a rounded butt cheek. He'd laugh at me as I left, knowing I'd done it for him and I'd imagine him stroking his cock that night.