Skinny Dipping

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Skinny Dipping

"Lisa, Carol, the new acquisition has arrived. Do you want to take a look? The painting's title is Skinny Dipping."

Lisa finds the floor manager's words intriguing. The title sounds tantalizingly risqué. It even sounds a bit naughty. She definitely wants to see the art museum's latest addition.

Lisa and her sister, Carol, are volunteers at the museum. Lisa has only worked here a few months. They require volunteers to be at least eighteen years old. Lisa could not wait to volunteer. She wants to be an art major next fall when she leaves for college after graduation this spring. She started volunteering the day after her birthday.

Lisa's older sister attends the local junior college. Hopefully, she will soon graduate with an associate's degree in graphics design at the end of the school year. She began volunteering her freshman year to get extra credit in an art studies class required for her major. Far less studious than her sister, Carol needed the credit to pass.

Carol's desires exist much more financial. Her art interest also remains purely financial. She wants to work for a slick advertising company creating marketing campaigns. She wants to use her talents to sell product and make lots of money.

Both sisters look quite beautiful. Lisa's long strawberry blond hair, curvy features, and innocent look clearly attract the eyes of her classmates. Her physical attractiveness compensates for her reserved bookish personality. Her nerdy personality spends most of its time reading fantasy romance stories.

Carol's stylish brunet hair, tall athletic figure, and energetic personality make her popular with the guys at her junior college. She plays the field for what she can get. She chooses not to settle for an individual partner.

Carol enjoys partying. She has taken numerous partners for one-night stands. Nevertheless, she never stuck with any boyfriend for long. She always quickly moves on in search of that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Her problem remains that handsome young millionaires do not attend junior colleges.

Both girl's take Sandra's offer to see the new painting. Sandra manages the museum. In addition to overseeing the volunteers and employees, she handles almost everything else. That runs from making sure the lights stay on to recruiting wealthy donors and overseeing special fundraising events.

Sandra also looks quite attractive. She appears young for her level of responsibility. Her great looks and congenial personality make her excellent at performing her job. She gracefully handles managing the staff and hobnobbing with wealthy donors and museum directors.

Lisa wishes to one day have a position similar to Sandra's job. She just worries her introverted personality will prevent her obtaining such a lofty place. Her shyness would also hinder her performance.

Carol reacts to Sandra's invitation out of curiosity and greed. She heard a wealthy family donated the painting. Maybe a cute college age son visits with the family to see the artworks arrival.

Lisa's motives remain much more romantic. For her, the painting's title brings images of ponds in fairy glades and handsome knights removing their armor after the battle to recover from the summer heat. She imagines clandestinely peeking through the bushes to naughtily gaze at the knight's stout lance.

Both Sisters follow Sandra into the back. The public unveiling of the latest painting will not happen for another two weeks at a larger fundraising event with lots of movers and shakers. Neither sister will likely be invited.

Though, both sisters have different reasons to desire to attend. Carol sees it as a boyfriend hunting opportunity with lots of wealthy patrons. Lisa imagines it as a fairytale ball. Perhaps, her prince will come, see her across the museum floor, and chase her down with her recovered glass slipper.

The large painting sits on a sturdy brass easel. It dominates the small back storeroom. The ten-foot by six-foot carved gold-painted wooden frame draws the eye. Lisa thinks the unusual varied flowing carved pattern appears like human figures frolicking in erotically scandalous ways. It grips at the edges of her mind.

The esoteric carving culminates in the shape of an eye carved into the center of the upper span. It stares at the viewer in an almost hypnotic state. It dares them to gaze at the artistry held within its bounds.

The picture itself looks equally arousing. It shows a large lake with forest and mountains in the background. Nude figures swim in the lake and sun themselves on the shore in the foreground. The male and female figures look extremely lifelike. They also appear very anatomically correct and well endowed.

Lisa blushes. To her innocent eyes it feels pornographic. Although, the only physical contact shown appears to be holding hands. It still generates lustful thoughts deep within her. She fantasizes about throwing caution to the wind, tossing her clothes away, and joining the other swimmers exhibiting everything to the painter and other voyeurs.

As Lisa stares at the artwork, her fingers instinctively move to her blouse. Her first two buttons get unfastened before she realizes what her hands perform. Her fingers attack the next button on her top.

Lisa consciously acts to clasps her hands behind her back. It requires effort to prevent her limbs from continuing to strip her naked and join the strangers at the lake. She feels the heat. The lake calls to her soul. She wants to take a naked swim. Even though, she had never done anything like that in her life.

Sandra also seems unusually drawn to the picture. She had previously seen photographs of the painting. Though, this evening marks her first opportunity to gaze upon it in person.

The details of the image draw Sandra's eyes. She has studied art for most of her life. Fine art has always attracted her. Still, she feels mesmerized by the ten nude figures before her. She studies them closely.

The figures seem very realistic. They appear enormously sexy. The men's muscles ripple in vigor. They exude strength. They display their wanton manhood and demand to be serviced. Sandra imagines their pulsing cocks within her. She wants to offer herself to these men.

The women's features also seem to torment Sandra. She experimented in lesbian sex in college. She enjoyed her ventures with her college roommate. Certainly, her roommate's tender kisses and licks to her crotch excited her libido better than her current boyfriend's oral excitations.

Still, nothing thrills Sandra like having a throbbing cock inside her. She enjoys being dominated. Like her, her lesbian roommate remained to submissive to meet her need. Her roommate's lips felt better than masturbation, but it still did not carry her to the heights she reached with a stout cock pumping her pussy.

Nevertheless, like the men, the nude women drew her desire. She wished to be with them. She needed to belong to them. She felt the call of the wild. It took all of her effort to retain her composure.

Sandra continues to study the painting. Besides its uncanny attraction, something about it seems out of place. She feels a mystery, but she seems unable to quantify the dilemma. Something appears different than the photographs previously witnessed.

Examining each figure, Sandra continues her study. She even pulls a magnifying glass from her purse to inspect each figure more closely. Her mind briefly worries this might be a forgery.

Sandra looks at the first male figure. It resembles the artist. She remembers reading about the self insert by the original painter. She remembers the scandal. It seems the artists vanished shortly after the painting's creation. His widow even received accusations of completing the painting herself.

At the time, the painting notoriously got branded as not truly being a master's work. It remains part of the history that follows any famous painting. The painting also got accused of possessing demonic powers, and they accused the painter's widow of witchcraft.

Sandra made a mental note to include all these facts in the publicity release for the paintings official reveal. She did not believe any of it. Still, it provides sizzle. Sizzle sells. That keeps the money flowing, the staffs' paychecks avoiding bouncing, and the museum doors remaining open.

The detailed study by Sandra continued. She did feel somewhat mesmerized by the nude figures. They look so realistic and sensual. The artist must be a master. Otherwise, people would not be so drawn to the figures. She would not be so aroused by sensual women and sexy men.

Sandra finally reaches the last male figure. He reminds her of someone. His hairstyle also looks more modern. Who does it resemble?

At last, Sandra makes the connection. It looks like George Sanders. George works for the museum as another volunteer. He volunteered to set up the easel and uncrate the painting when it arrived early this morning. She makes a mental note to call him and thank him for his efforts.

Sandra draws herself away from the viewing. She has work to perform. She says goodbye to Lisa and Carol. With great effort, she forces herself to leave the masterpiece and return to her office.

A quick thank you call to George Sanders mentally checks off that task. The fact George's phone went to voicemail after six rings surprises Sandra. George usually answers when she calls even outside of his working hours. Sandra sets it aside. She leaves a thank you message and moves on to other tasks.

Carol also seems unusually drawn to the painting. Like Lisa and Sandra, she feels drawn to the setting and especially the sexy figures. She feels particularly attracted to the men.

In addition to the natural sexual attraction, Carol pictures the men as wealthy aristocrats. She does not understand why. It cannot be their clothing. Everybody remains naked. The painting does not even show any discarded clothing on the ground.

A few figures relax on blankets or towels. However, clothing remains absent. Nobody even has a fancy cane or a stylish hat to indicate wealth. Still, Carol feels the attraction of affluence.

A few of the ladies have ribbons in their hair. Nevertheless, Carol could care less about the women. Her mind instinctively rich husband hunts.

Maybe, it is their facial expressions that display a wealthy attitude. Carol does not have an answer. Certainly, their sexual attraction does not interest her. At least, not primarily. She can get as much cock as she wants at school. She does not need to seek it in old paintings.

Carol sets her emotions aside. She nudges Lisa from her trance. She states, "It is getting late. I am scheduled to be back here tomorrow morning at ten. I have studies to perform." She grabs Lisa's hand and practically drags her away from the painting.

Once they exit the back room, Lisa seems less engrossed. Her usual thoughtful self replaces her dreamy expression. Still, her mind wonders back to the painting as they ride the city bus home. Lisa feels the lust for the nude men and women in her heart.

Sandra makes her rounds turning off the excess lighting and confirming the museum has been locked up tight. She normally leaves the museum last. As usual, she starts in the front. She has a reserved parking space right next to the back door. One of the few perks of being manager.

As Sandra enters the back room, her eyes again fall on the new painting. As before, she seems attracted to it at a primal level. Her eyes look at the carved eye before turning to the naked figures. She studies each person one at a time.

Sandra's heart lust for them. The lake calls to her. She feels the heat in her soul. The water looks so cool and soothing, yet the figures feel exciting and sexually captivating.

Sandra desires to be at the lake on the cool soft grass. She wants to be naked like the people in the painting. She needs to feel the wind on her exposed skin. Her hand goes to the back of her dress. She begins lowering the zipper. Sandra feels titillating excitement with each inch that the zipper opens.

The zipper reaches her bottom. The dress slips open at the top. Each half slides off of a shoulder. It slides down her arms. It slips off her chest. It crumples on the ground at her feet. As she steps out of the pile, her dress mysteriously vanishes. Sandra does not notice. The dress has escaped from her mind as well as the floor.

Sandra's loss of her dress reveals her undergarments. They look surprisingly fancy for a normal workday. Perhaps, she had plans to meet a gentleman after work. If so, those plans now remain as vacant as her dress.

A fancy red lace bra covers her breast. It holds her round orbs and displays the cleavage generated by her c-cup melons. A matching lace panty covers her pussy and most of her ass. The scanty material and thin straps provide minimal coverage. Still, it feels constraining.

A matching red garter belt holds up her sheer red stockings. The stockings span down her long shapely limbs and into her green shoes that matched her now missing dress. Her outfit barely conceals anything. Still, it seems suffocating.

The green grass calls. Sandra's soul obeys. She lifts her right foot and kicks away her right shoe. It vanishes as soon as it hits the floor. The left shoe follows the right to oblivion. Sandra's mind moves one step closer to sexual nirvana.

Sandra unclips her right stocking from her garter belt. She feels a brief sting as the elastic straps snap the clips against her upper thigh. The pain causes a brief ripple of pleasure. She feels herself move close to her goal. Even though, she does not consciously understand what her goal entails.

The stocking rolls down her shapely thigh. It passes her knee. It slides across her calf. It slips off of her foot. She holds it out towards an unseen master before releasing it. It vanishes before it reaches the ground.

The process repeats for the left stocking. Soon, her legs are bare. Her toes feel the grass in her mind. The blades tickle her feet. The sensation runs up her legs to her pussy. The heat builds.

Sandra's hands move to her back. Her fingers grasp her bra. The clasp unfastens. The straps slip off her shoulders and down her arms. The cups roll forward. It reveals her breast to the world. It points her nipples at the nude men and woman of the lake. She acknowledges their call. They respond in eager welcome.

The bra reaches Sandra's fingers. With a toss, she surrenders it to the universe. The no longer needed clothing vanishes as soon as her fingers release the thin elastic strap.

The garter belt goes next. It has no purpose without the stockings. It caresses Sandra's ass as she slides the elastic band over her firm posterior. It continues its journey down her thighs. She playfully bends her waist to continue it on its journey. Her tits hang like luscious fruit as her hands moves towards the floor.

Sandra steps out of the garter one foot at a time. She lifts the garter as she restores her slim waist to an upright position. She tosses the garter towards the base of the easel. It vanishes from time.

Only Sandra's panty remains. She reaches to the thin straps at her sides. The painting calls. Her pussy wants to be free and available. She lowers the straps along her thighs. Her bare ass gets displayed. Her pussy reveals itself. They heed the sirens call of the painting. Sandra willingly obeys.

The panty disappears as it reaches the ground. Sandra feels a gush of wind. Her body shrinks as she becomes drawn into the painting. It accepts her surrendered soul. The other figures welcome her with open arms, stiff cocks, and flexible tongues.

Sandra briefly recognizes George Sanders before her mind gets ingulfed in the orgy of passion. He plunges his cock into Sandra's mouth. Another man thrust his stout member into her pussy. Several women finger her nipples and cup her breast. Others squeeze her ass cheeks.

The orgy continues throughout the night. Everyone takes their turn on the new entrant in addition to enjoying each other. The magical passion sustains them. They share each other's lust. They feel each other's orgasms.

In the morning, eleven naked figures appear on the painting. Their lust has been temporarily stated. Still, it calls more people to the lake. The frolicking naked figures still desire more. They feel the passion in other outside voyeurs. They have already set their snares. There exist plenty of space for more exhibitionist at the lake.

Lisa wakes from a wild dream. Her fantasies called to her. Her imagination added to the excitement. She wears nothing. She slipped out of her T-shirt dress and panty during the night. Her sleepwear now lays crumpled on the floor.

Lisa's pussy remains wet. She remembers little detail from her dream. Only the horny passion remains.

The alarm clock screeches her back to reality. She realizes the time. She is late for school. She hurries into the shower. As she runs to the bus, she realizes she left her bra and panty behind. She wears only a blouse, skirt, and tennis shoes.

It feels scandalous. It feels exciting. On the bus, she slips her hand under her skirt. She uses her backpack in an attempt to block the view of the other passengers. Still, she limits her efforts at concealment as a cute senior boy stares in her direction. The knowing glance excites her. It feeds her fire.

Carol waits at the front door to the museum. She scans her phone. The museum opening is already seven minutes late. Finally, Sandra's recently hired assistant unlocks the door. Stacy was not much older than Carol. She clearly stands as competition instead of an ally.

Stacy mentions with panic and a twinge of jealousy in her voice, "Sandra did not show up this morning. Her date last night must have turned out better than she expected."

Carol thinks the gossip sounds crass. That does not stop her from listening. Information can be a useful tool in life's competition. Besides, she likes Sandra. Sandra's primarily used her attractiveness to promote the museum instead of herself. Carol hopes Sandra received what she desires.

The museum appears in disarray. Sandra usually hands out assignments. Without her, anarchy abounds. Carol uses the opportunity to loaf. After signing in, she heads to the back to study the new painting.

Carol notices one of the nude figures on the painting looks like Sandra. She even admires that figures healthy anatomy. She ignores the notion. She marks it off as her brain being fixated on the turmoil of Sandra being late. She notes the interesting coincidence, but she writes it off as only a mental illusion.

The stunning nude woman must have always been there. Carol just did not notice last night because her focus was on the handsome wealthy naked men. The figure resembling Sandra only concerned her as added competition for the men's ample assets.

Carol's attention soon turns to the men. She chides herself for letting her concentration be drawn from the real objective. Her interest should be financial instead of erotic. Sure, the guys had nice hard cocks, firm tan asses, and rippling muscles. Nevertheless, her concern needs to be on ample bank accounts.

Stay focused. Concentrate on marketing. Still, sex sells. That has always been an adage of advertising. Carol needed to sell herself instead of letting her mind concern herself with the competition or the targets sexual attractiveness.

Wealth and security remain the prize. Erotic attractiveness acts merely as the selling sizzle. Carol knew she had her own sexual spice. She needed to go on the offensive displaying her own erotic wares.

Carol briefly glanced around the back room. The area remains off limits to unescorted patrons. Still, other museum employees or volunteers might drop by to take a gander at their latest artistic acquisition. She did not want her nudity to replace Sandra's absence as the prime topic of museum gossip.

Gaining other spectators might be fun and exciting if they were the right wealthy patrons. However, rich philanthropists seemed unlikely to stop by at this time on a weekday morning. Especially, when Sandra remained away.

Any interruptions would probably be unwanted distractions at best. At worst, they might be the competition like Sandra's attractive recently-hired assistant. Sandra knew how to use sex to sell the museum. She did it with her own outfits and her hiring choices. That is why Carol and her cute younger sister usually got assigned to one of the front rooms.

Nevertheless, procrastination increased the odds of being caught. Carol quickly moved on to the task at hand. Even though, she did not completely understand her compulsion to perform it.

Part of Carol's remaining rational mind warned, "Displaying yourself for guys in an old painting was not cogent." Still, the paintings compulsion had control of the majority of Carol's mind. It directed her performance. She needed to obey. She desired to compete for the men's lust and wealth.

Carol's hand went to her blouse. She made quick work of it. Soon, the silky fabric was discarded and gone forever. With a last remaining twinge of sanity, Carol's rational side noted it was her nicest blouse. The fact she dressed up this morning demonstrated how far her brain had already descended.

Carol's skirt went next. She unzipped the tweed garment and slid it down her body. It left her wearing only her nicest bra and panty set along with her high heeled shoes.

Even this morning, Carol's mind had gone too far to notice the impracticality of wearing high heels as a museum monitor, or possibly part of her brain already knew she would not be wearing them for long. Her mind ignored these extraneous thoughts. She instead submitted to her desires.

Still, Carol knew she needed to sell herself. She had dressed accordingly. Now, she strips for the same reason. She needs to display her wares for the wealthy customers. She becomes art instead of protecting it. She must show off her endowments.

The bra goes next. It covers her most prominent feature. She proudly exhibits her breast. Her pert nipples draw the eyes of the patrons like a flashing neon sign. Buy me. I am worth every penny.

Carol's panty quicky follows. She has no reason to hide her most valuable feature. It has low milage. It is virtually brand new. Take it for spin.

Her heels disappear last. Carol thinks the added height the shoes provide accentuate her tall figure. She wishes to maximize her appeal for the longest amount of time. Still her shoes must finally be sacrificed to the painting. She knows they do not fit the setting and time of the artwork.

Nevertheless, her naked wares remain timeless. The painting wastes no time in claiming its freely surrendered prize. Soon, Carol gets welcomed by the painting's other models. She briefly notices Sandra's presence. She mentally notes, "That explains Sandra's absence this morning." The thought soon vanishes like her clothes.

Carol's greeting shows less enthusiasm than last night's orgy. The painting remains aware of the lack of privacy during the day. Viewers bring prospects, but they also bring risks. After a brief period of kissing and groping, Carol stretches her tall slender body reclined on a long towel for full display. She shows off her wares for all interested shoppers.

Lisa arrives to cover her after school shift at the museum. It had been an interesting day at school. She seemed unable to concentrate on her studies. She seemed more interested in boys studying her. It felt a bit out of character for her.

Still, her fairytale fantasies did have a romantic bent. Most fairytales do. Someday, her prince will come. If the glass slipper fits, he will whisk you to his castle. If you show other attractive features to catch his eye, he might take you even if the slipper does not fit. Not every prince has a foot fetish.

Lisa's lack of undergarments paired with a short skirt and thin blouse added to her attention garnishing. She pushed the limits of high school acceptability. Still, Lisa had a good reputation, so the teachers and administrators gave her a pass. A few of her teachers even welcomed the change of view.

Now, she enters the museum. She feels a bit surprised to not find her sister. Because of Carol's seniority and experience, Sandra usually has her monitoring one of the front rooms on the days she did not have any college classes.

The thought quickly passes as her fantasy draws Lisa's mind towards the back room. She bypasses her usual check-in at the volunteer desk. Soon, her eyes gaze upon the painting in the back room.

Lisa had fantasized about other artworks in the past. She liked to imagine herself living the fanciful scenes depicted. She particularly enjoyed romantic pastoral settings. They fit her fictional fantasies. The romances compensated for her natural alienation caused by her introverted nature.

Nothing drew her attention like the new skinny-dipping painting. The blatant mixed-company nudity felt overt and naughty. It also felt enticing. It opened thoughts and feeling she had kept buried deep inside.

Lisa had seen nudes before. Afterall, she volunteered at an art museum and planned to study art at college next fall. Still, most of those pieces represented a single model. They did not compare to the painting of a dozen figures of both sexes frolicking together in an outdoor setting.

The figures flaunted their nakedness. They publicly displayed their private parts not only to the artist but to the world and to her. It excited her. It gave her fantasize about displaying herself. It tempted her into attending high school wearing her shortest skirt and a thin white blouse without undergarments.

Sure, Lisa tended to be shy and conservative. Her shortest skirt really did not look that short compared to what some girls wore. Still, it made her feel slightly wicked.

Lisa wore her thinnest blouse today, but it certainly was not a sheer fabric. The brief impressions of the shape of her plump nipples though the fabric might have been enticing, but they certainly did not really show anything. Still, the idea excited her.

Lisa studies the skinny-dipping painting. She examines the figures closely. First, she studies the men. She has lived a life of fantasy sheltered from reality. Seeing the throbbing cocks, tight muscular butts, and rippling muscles intrigue her. They enhance her sensual nature. They moisten her loins.

Then, Lisa's attention turns to the naked girls. She studies their curves and naughty bit. They match her own features. She unbuttons a few buttons on her blouse and slips one hand inside. She feels her nipples. The hard and excited organ tingles at her touch.

Lisa's other hand slips under her skirt. She senses the moisture of her own arousal. It deepens her sexual awakening.

The painting opens her mind to scandalous ideas. She too might unashamedly publicly display her private parts. The idea feels so shameful, yet it excites her deep inside. The naughtiness enhances the tingle. If she believes, she too could fly through the revelry of sexual decadence.

Lisa could frolic nude through the open fields. She might run barefoot through the grass without worrying about fairies or even ogres that might be observing her naked dance. Her magical spell would protect her from evil consequence.

Lisa could dive naked into the lake. She could skinny-dip with water nymphs and satyrs. She could drink in their magical elixir and come under their impish spells. She could make love to the woodland spirts or surrender herself to any hunters or woodsmen that happen along.

The fantasies feel outrageous and naughty, yet they also feel tantalizing, sexy, and fun. The idea awakens her spirt. She wants to share herself with the world. She wants to become the art she studies. She wants to live out her sexual fantasies even as they grow wilder and more outrageous.

Lisa's dreams no longer represent innocent romantic tales of schoolgirls. They match the hardened lustful dreams of a mature woman. She wants to be taken. She wants to be used. She wants to be shared among the men and women in the painting and everywhere else.

The few remining buttons pop as she rips open her blouse. It bares her breast beneath. She pulls it off her shoulders and discards it like unwanted trash.

Lisa's skirt soon follows. She tears the garment in her hurry to unbutton the waist. In her passion, she does not even notice. It drops to floor and evaporates. Never will it be worn again.

The shoes and socks go next. She violently kicks them off. They slam against the wall barely clearing the easel. Lastly, she rips her socks free to bare her toes. Nothing encumbers her wanton lust. Nothings shields others from her exposed soul. Nothing protects her modesty.

Lisa fulfills her adult fantasy. She offers herself to the world. She dives into the painting. The painting accepts her exposed body and soul. The men catch her. They use her offered bounty.

The woman grope and explore her body. They kiss and caress her womanhood. Even her sister takes part. Lisa belongs to them. They belong to each other. All belong to the enchanted painting.

Lisa becomes part of the erotic story illustrated by an artist centuries ago. He wished to create a painting that would captivate the world. He got his wish as the first naked figure captured by the magical artwork.

Lisa became the most resent trophy. Her no longer innocent tale joins the others who submit themselves to full display and unfettered use by the voyeurs and the captives. She acquiesces to them. They concede to her. They all surrender to the painting.

Whether the original wish granter was a benevolent angel or an evil demon resides in the eye of the beholder. The actual participants remain too captured by their own lustful dreams to know or care. Their sexual appetites and the sexual desires of their fellow figures drive their lives.

I leave you with one last warning. If you see an artwork and it sexually excites you to new lustful ideas or enhances your existing desires. If you feel jealous and wish the characters or models were you. Be very careful.

It could be enchanted or cursed. Whether it be a painting, movie, story, or internet porn site. It too may draw you into it and dominate your mind. You could receive your wish. It could make you its next exhibitionist. Your essence could be exposed and displayed for the sexual excitement and entrapment of the next visiting voyeurs.