As she worked on her own painting, an Astrid cast furtive glances toward Yoshiko. The exchange student's muse unleashed, she proved to be quite prolific. She worked furiously on piece after piece, while Astrid herself worked at a slower pace.
And then, Astrid saw it. The way that Yoshiko took a moment to rub her fingers against her skirt-clad crotch. The lewd manner that she bit her own thumb, as if lost in a moment of sensual fantasy. The nun blushed. To think I'm bearing witness to this girl's sexual awakening. Encouraging it along! She shivered, her own sinful thoughts making her wet.
Over the years she had served as a nun, Astrid had of course had her own sexual urges. But she had been taught to repress and ignore them. She had never thought herself naive to the idea of sex, but...
But, but but...
"Mmm..." Yoshiko's moan was quiet and faint, but Astrid heard it. She heard it as well as she could see Yoshiko's slender hand slip underneath her skirt. The girl was like a lightning rod; Astrid felt the sensual electricity sparking from her student. More than that, she felt the burning, perverse need to be struck by a bolt, herself.
Astrid continued to paint. Was I really wrong all of this time? Yoshiko is so young, but she looks so comfortable, so hungry! Was I a fool? Did I deny myself these thoughts for so long for nothing? She basked in her fantasy; a body so augmented, so fake, that she almost looked like a sex toy. Her breath quickened, her hands trembled, and she set her brush down.
She felt so hot. Hotter than she could ever recall. I...I shouldn't, but...it won't hurt. I, I.... Astrid spread her legs and pressed her fingers against her crotch; penetration was guarded by her clothes, but she didn't care. She rubbed, free to masturbate knowing it was just herself and...and her young partner in crime.
"Nnn---mmm...." Astrid grunted as she rubbed away. Was she really masturbating? In front of a student? I-It's all right.... she told herself. Yoshiko did it first. Yes...she did it first, and I...I only... The nun bit her lip. Why am I making excuses? I've already gone this far, aiding and abetting Yoshiko's needs. Exploring my own sinful thoughts through art! She pawed at her left tit. So small, and...too natural...
It was a bizarre thought to have, or at least she thought so in the moment. But Astrid would no longer deny herself her fantasies. She would no longer repress her desires. And perhaps, one day, as she felt herself up, she'd be able to reflect on how wonderfully fake her body was.
Fri Jul 21 05:29:08 2017