The Models (new F-F sexfight story)

[kamafight]

Lexi took a quick sniff of her armpit as she stepped out of the house. Her shaved armpit did not smell of anything. She had just taken a bath after all. Why did she care so much if she smelled good? Wasn’t she about to meet her sexual rival? Lexi wore a lightly perturbed look on her face. She would meet HER today. Lesli. The other woman. She shared a man with Lesli. Mario. Their mutual painter boyfriend. She and Lesli were not just lovers to Mario. They both modelled for his now famous nude paintings. But they had never modelled together. This was going to be the first time. Lexi’s heart beat like faint primitive tribal drumming as she locked the door.

It was a bright sunny Florida morning and Lexi felt her nervousness ease a little as the bright morning sunshine enveloped her.

Lexi wore her hair short. A sleeveless white blouse and tight blue jeans covered her lean, muscular and ripped body. Lexi was small but her demeanor was one of a disturbed jungle cat – an aura of power and menace hung over her. It was in the way she walked. Lexi attracted attention but her aura also made people vary of approaching her.

The bus arrived and Lexi jumped in like an athlete. She had seen Lesli’s photographs and the paintings Mario had done of her. Mario got a real kick out of showing her Lesli’s photographs. What really annoyed Lexi was that there was an uncanny resemblance between her and Lesli. That would be an understatement. They were almost mirror images of each other. Her body tingled as the bus resumed its journey. She could not deny that she was a little excited to meet her sexual rival.

*****
Mario’s studio was sparse. Barely any furniture. Nowhere for the models to sit or rest.

Lesli, who had arrived early stood at the center of the studio. She was naked, the overhead yellow lights of the studio illuminated her ripped and leanly muscular body. A thin film of sweat covered her back and even her bare taut breasts showed early signs of perspiration. Lesli walked slowly across the room, both powerful hands on her hips, as if she was anticipating something or someone.

Her face was thoughtful. But it was merely a mask for the waves of excitement that had gripped her body ever since Mario had informed that she and Lexi would model together for his new painting. The other woman would soon be here. There was nothing she could do about it. It was what Mario wanted. Lesli had conflicted thoughts about meeting her sexual rival.

She had seen the paintings Mario had done of Lexi. She liked Lexi’s animalistic demeanor. She felt that they both had a lot in common. She looked forward to meeting Lexi.

*****
Mario sat behind his large canvas, smoking a cigarette. He usually did not interact much with his girlfriends/models while he painted. He simply yelled out terse instructions to the models about the poses that he desired. Mario was widely acknowledged within the comic book community as the successor to Frank Frazetta, Boris Valejo and Paolo Serpieri due to his depictions of warrior like muscular women. Unlike those renowned artists, Mario set his warrior women in urban landscapes and not some sci-fi or fantasy world.

Mario was quite cool about the imminent meeting between his two girlfriends. He certainly expected sparks to fly between the two lean, feisty, and muscular women. This was the first time he was doing a painting with two nude women with a slight hint of lesbianism. The thought of seeing Lexi and Lesli together in the nude excited him. He had been hesitant when he suggested it to them both. But to his surprise, both of them had agreed without much ado.

*****

The entrance to Mario’s studio was labyrinthine. The door facing the street had been left unlocked. Lexi let herself in and walked down the narrow dark corridor at the end of which was a steel door. The door led to another slightly larger corridor which was well lit and at the end of which was a giant oak door that opened into Mario’s studio. Lexi gulped but she walked swiftly to the door. She wanted to storm into the studio and face her rival. Not enter the studio with an aura of meekness. Lexi pushed the door open, but it did not make any noise and stepped in.

Lesli had her behind to her. Three things immediately struck Lexi about Lesli. The muscularity of her back, each muscle well defined, calling for attention as they were covered with sweat. The curve of her hips. And last but not the least, the taut well worked shapely ass.

Lexi did not waste anymore time and as she stepped towards Lesli, her sexual rival turned towards her.

*****
Lesli was a bit taken aback by the sudden appearance of Lexi behind her. Her sexual rival had crept up on her. Before she could greet, Lexi, the new arrival had begun taking off her clothes.

to be continued .....

[Catfightfactory]

Nice start!
I hope that this will continue...

[apenman]

Kama,

Great to see a new story from you! Looking forward to the next part.

A.P.

[Giannis-CB]

Hi Kama !
Promising start !
I look forward to your next chapter.
If it is with a lot of trib and trash talking while f@cking, even better !

Btw, tell me where is your other story, the Summer sweat.
I had missed your stories.
IMHO, a gifted erotic writer can be shown by the way he writes ALL the story : the erotic AND the NON erotic scenes. I mean the plot, how well written are his stories, the building erotic tension between the two women.
You are very good in all these details !