Coming Undone

Dressed only in bikini bottoms & an Ascot hat you paint me in the nude. I try to keep perfectly still not to move a muscle (keep my position) but thinking of untying the pretty little bow of your bikini bottom I come undone and you can plainly see I am pleased (more than pleased) to see you. The hot sun burning down upon the scene painting my face bright red the colour of embarrassment you don't miss a stroke continue on adding the final touches to me deftly swiftly & assuredly. ******* Sitting for my(or reclining rather) portrait in which I float startlingly naked against a black backgorund(head thrown back in an agony of ecstasy or death or sleep or the little death) whilst a mysterious singularity twirls and vortexs beside me for no explainable reason whilst the truly delightfully delectablly delicious artist painted me in the nude whilst wearing only her Ascot hat(to protect her against the glare of the sun) and a pair of reversible bikini bottoms(light blue on one side...light blue with white polka dots on the other) with the cutest of 'pull pull me and I will completely fall open to reveal all my obviously hidden charms' bows. The sun which came and went... came and went (and was hotter and more intense than we thought when it was there) painted my face a bright scarelt red. That night I had to read at a friend's birthday bash as if I were a Native American to the great delight and amusement of the many. Suffice it to say I was not(as Queen Victoria) ... put it...amused!