A Memorable Holiday With a Highly Sexed Art Teacher

It was a holiday to remember. I had recently been divorced and had met the art teacher at my son's High School on a parents' evening. She was called Lorraine, a hippy-type with a very relaxed attitude to life and was determined to remain single. The first thing I noticed was the mass of dark curly hair and, secondly, that she wore no bra. I liked her broad smile and her sense of humour, so I asked to meet her for a drink. The next thing I knew we were planning a holiday together in a small converted farmhouse in Southern France that stood in its own grounds surrounded by aromatic fields of rosemary, lavender and wild flowers. The drive was long, but the place lived up to our expectations. The house was in the middle of dramatic Provencal scenery, completely out of sight to any other property or road. We had the house with its own pool completely to ourselves. So within minutes Lorraine had stripped off and dove into the pool naked. I was not surprised to see that she did not shave her pubes. Her bush was a noticeable large dark triangle contrasting strongly with the pale white and smooth skin of her torso. Her breasts were moderately full. They were a very lively pair that hung down slightly and swung  sexily as she moved. My attention was attracted to her large areolas and her very responsive nipples. When she hauled herself out of the pool they were long and hard, but when she was sunbathing her areolas expanded and her nipples reduced to small raised points. Soon after we arrived, and we had both enjoyed swimming in the gorgeous pool, I poured a couple of drinks and sat back on a double swing chair waiting for Lorraine. She had made it clear that she thought clothes were unnecessary so I was naked. I felt the hot sun warming my penis and I sensed that it was growing and rising in anticipation of Lorraine's touch. She joined me on the swing chair wrapped in a towel and grabbed the iced cocktail I had prepared for her. The towel was quickly abandoned.  She sat with her legs apart so that I could see her labia through the curly dark hairs of her bush. Her breasts brushed against me as she reached across to replace her cocktail glass. My cock started to twitch, which Lorraine was quick to notice. 'I see you need to be taken in hand', she said, as she gently held my penis while dropping her other hand into her lap to finger her cunt. 'This is one very uninhibited lady', I thought as she slowly massaged my already half erect cock. It doesn't take long for me to get hard and with a naked sexy woman next to me, it was out of my control. Then she surprised me by jumping up. 'Just stay like that' she said. 'I'll be back in a second'. Hiding my disappointment, I held my cock to keep it hard.  True to her word she was soon back, this time holding a sketch pad and pencil. 'Can I draw you like that?' she asked, with a suggestive smile. 'Hold your cock and stroke it very slowly. I want to draw you big and hard.' I did as I was told, and while I stroked my cock Lorraine sketched me lying naked and erect on the swing chair with a few expert strokes of her pencil. She exaggerated the size of my cock in the drawing, but I didn't object to that. Then she sat beside me and added herself to the drawing beside me. I saw that she drew her breasts a little larger than they were in life and she drew her cunt visibly open.  She drew her arm crossing over mine to hold my cock and then, laughing loudly, she sketched my arm across her belly with my hand deep into her bush, with her legs wide apart. 'You're an art teacher, so you'll know about Courbet's 'Origins of the World. It reminds me of that painting,' I said, showing off my knowledge of art, because I thought that would impress her.  'L'origine du monde' she corrected me. 'Of course, I know it. But Courbet didn't show the erection that he had while he was painting that model, nor what happened after he had completed the painting. So I have gone one stage further. After all, it takes two people to actually create something.' I still have that drawing in my papers and I occasionally get it out to remind myself of what followed. The drawing showed my hand touching her between the legs, so I copied the action in the drawing as we sat in the warm sun of Provence. I found that her  cunt was wet and that her clit was already hard, begging for attention. I kissed her on her lips and then took her long nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. The strokes of her hand on my cock grew more urgent and her grip felt tighter. I knew that she was feeling really randy because she pressed her pubes against my hand. She took my hand and moved it across her clit to show me how she liked to be masturbated. She wanted me to press hard and move in a firm circular motion pressing down on the hood of her clitoris. Her cunt opened wide splitting her hairy bush into two furry strips with her red moist flesh separating the hairs on either side of her open cunt. My fingers were sliding down into her hole when she started to use her spare hand to rub her clit. I turned toward her to fastened my lips onto her nipple and reach deep into her cunt. My finger tips found her g-spot while she polished her pearl ever more vigorously. Concentrating on her own pleasure, she released my cock and used her hand to push her head down into the smooth moist folds of her cunt. My tongue explored the rim of her vagina while she gripped my hair while still energetically rubbing her clit. I felt her finger tips against my face moving faster and faster as I buried myself as a deep as I could into her seemingly cavernous private parts. She stiffened  her legs for the final effort to reach a climax. Then I felt her relax and her cunt seemed to grip my tongue. I put my fingers into her so that I could feel the contractions of her vagina as she orgasmed noisily. It was one of the most exciting few seconds of my life, which I still remember vividly all these years later. I raised my head and wiped my wet face on her breasts. 'Wow' I gasped, 'that was out of this world.' 'Thank you,' she said. 'Now it's your turn. Come with me. It's time we found out where the bedrooms are in this place'. She led me inside and we enjoyed many hours of sex together. This was just the first day of a week of happy sex on that oh-so-memorable holiday with the highly sexed art teacher. I will never forget it.