Disclaimer - It goes without saying that this is all fantasy.
MF, Oral, Sex
Drawn to You
The Park Lane Hotel in New York City was abuzz with the energy of Fashion Week. The lobby was a cacophony of chatter, laughter, and the click-clack of high heels on the marble floor. Amidst this frenzy, a petite figure slipped through the crowds, her long blonde hair and captivating blue eyes drawing attention wherever she went. Leni Klum, the 19-year-old German-American model, had taken the fashion and social media world by storm. She was petite and curvy, with a bust that seemed to defy gravity. Her presence was as ethereal as the gossamer gowns she wore on the runway.
Leni made her way to the elevators, her assistant trailing close behind. As the doors slid shut, they ascended to the 18th floor, where her suite was. Inside, the room was a sanctuary of calm, adorned with plush carpets and tasteful artwork. A king-sized bed covered in crisp white linen dominated one wall. A large window overlooked Central Park, bathing the room in natural light.
Leni let out a contented sigh as she kicked off her Louboutins. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table, noting she had time to spare before her meet-up with Dale. Dale Lerner was a 20-year-old young artist from the cornfields of Nebraska. A young man had captured her imagination with his incredible sketches and drawings of her. Idly, she picked up her phone and began browsing through her social media feeds, taking note of the latest gossip and trends.
Her assistant, Sarah, busied herself unpacking Leni's suitcases, carefully hanging her designer gowns in the walk-in closet. "Everything looks amazing, Leni," she said, straightening a Chanel jacket. "You'll be the hit of the parties this week."
Leni smiled, her blue eyes twinkling. "Thanks, Sarah. I couldn't have done it without you." She glanced at her phone again and idly flicked through her social media feeds. As she scrolled, a particular post caught her eye. It was a new drawing that Dale had posted, a beautiful pencil sketch of her wearing one of her favorite dresses from a recent runway show. Leni's heart fluttered. He, indeed, was an incredible artist.
She set her phone down and paced around the room, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She'd never met Dale in person, but his art made her feel a strange connection to him. As the minutes ticked by, she wondered what he was like, what they would talk about. Eventually, there was a knock at the door.
Her assistant glanced at her before opening the door. "He's here," she murmured, stepping aside to reveal Dale, his brown hair mussed and his hands clasped nervously behind his back. He was tall and lanky, with brown eyes that sparkled with excitement. Leni felt her heart skip a beat as she took in his appearance.
"Hi, Dale," she said, walking towards him. "It's great to meet you finally." She held out her hand, and he shook it tentatively before letting go, seemingly unsure what to say or do next.
Leni gestured for him to sit on the plush sofa near the window. "Please, have a seat. Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee, maybe a soda?" She smiled at him, trying to put him at ease.
Dale nodded gratefully, taking a seat on the couch, placing his bag on the floor beside him. "Um, yeah, some coffee would be great, thanks." He glanced around the room, admiring the artwork and the view before looking back at her.
"I hope you like the view," she said, pouring him a cup of coffee from a delicate china pot. "It's one of my favorite things about this suite." She handed him the cup, their fingers brushing briefly against one another.
"It's beautiful," Dale murmured, sipping the coffee. He cleared his throat, trying to find the words to express his feelings. "I can't believe I'm actually here with you, Leni. You have no idea what an honor this is for me."
Leni smiled, feeling her cheeks flush slightly. "Oh, it's no big deal. I'm just happy to be here, too. And thank you for the incredible drawings you've done of me. They're all so wonderful."
They spent the next few minutes chatting about their respective backgrounds and how she had come to be in the fashion industry. Dale was surprisingly shy and self-effacing, making him more endearing to Leni. She couldn't help but notice how he would glance at her whenever he spoke, as if he were trying to take in every detail of her face and features. It made her feel special.
As they continued their conversation, Leni found herself growing more and more comfortable in Dale's presence. She had always been more interested in the person behind the art than the art itself, and it seemed that Dale was no different. He was intelligent, thoughtful, and had a wry sense of humor that she found infectious.
When her assistant left the hotel room, Leni felt a thrill of anticipation run through her. She glanced at Dale, noticing the nervous twitch in his cheek, and knew this was the perfect opportunity to get to know him better. "So," she said, moving closer to him on the couch, "you've been drawing me for a while now. Have you been wanting to meet me this whole time?"
Dale looked up at her, his hazel eyes wide with surprise. "Um, well, I guess so, yeah. I just never dreamed it would happen; you know.” He cleared his throat, seeming to regain his composure. "But now that I'm here, I must admit, it's kind of surreal."
She smiled, her heart fluttering in her chest. "Well, I'm glad you're here. I've always been fascinated by the way you see me, the way you capture my likeness on paper. It's like you see something deeper than just the surface."
Dale looked at her with a mix of surprise and appreciation. " That means a lot to me. I've always found you to be such an inspiring subject. You have this inner beauty that just shines through, even in your photographs."
Leni blushed. "You certainly do have a way of making a girl feel special, Dale."
As they continued to talk, Leni found herself unable to take her eyes off Dale. There was something so genuine and sincere about him that she had never encountered before. He was different from the countless other men in the fashion industry; he wasn't just interested in her for her fame or beauty but for the person she was beneath the surface. It was refreshing.
"Dale?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Would you like to draw me... in person?"
His eyes widened with surprise, and then he smiled, a slow, genuine grin spreading across his face. "I've actually been hoping for the chance to do that since I first saw your photographs. I've always wanted to see how your features change when you're not posing or just being yourself. To be honest, it would be an honor to draw you."
Leni felt a thrill of anticipation race through her veins. "Well then, you're in luck," she replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I'd love for you to draw me, Dale. I'd like to see what you can do with me outside of a photograph."
She stood up, graceful and fluid, and approached a nearby chair. She sat down, crossing her legs and adjusting her posture to make herself more comfortable. "Is there good?" she asked, her eyes meeting his, her expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
Dale nodded and looked at her momentarily, his gaze assessing her features before fishing his sketchpad and pencils out of his bag. He flipped through a few pages, considering his options, before selecting a clean sheet of paper and positioning it on his lap. He leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, and studied her face intently.
The room fell silent as Dale began to sketch. His hand moved fluidly across the page, capturing the contours of Leni's face, the curve of her neck, the delicate arch of her eyebrow. His focus was so intense that it seemed he had forgotten they were even in the same room.
Leni felt a mix of fascination and self-consciousness as she watched him work. Thinking of her features transformed into lines and shadows on the paper was surreal. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, what he saw when he looked at her like this. As Dale continued to sketch, she found herself studying him more closely. His posture was relaxed, but his concentration was so intense that it was almost profound. She couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and admiration for his talent.
She glanced down at her body, wondering what he saw when he looked at her. Was it just the physical features that interested him, or something deeper? She shifted slightly in her seat, unconsciously trying to make herself more appealing to his gaze.
As Dale finished the last stroke of his pencil, he lifted his head to look at her. His eyes were bright with excitement and admiration, and for a moment, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. She moved beside Dale and looked at the drawing. It was the most beautiful and soulful picture she had ever seen- a drawing that captured the essence of who she was, that caught her inner beauty. Dale looked up at her, gauging her reaction as she stared intently at the drawing, wondering what she thought. She stared at the drawing momentarily, unable to speak, her lip quivering. She leaned forward suddenly and pressed her lips to his, feeling his skin's warmth and his mouth's softness against hers.
He responded, his hands cupping her face, his lips moving in sync with hers, their breath mingling as they explored each other's mouths. Their kiss deepened, becoming more passionate and intense as they sank into each other. Leni felt her heart race and her body tingle with desire, and she knew then that she needed to be with him more than anything in the world right now.
As their lips parted, they looked at each other, their eyes shining with emotion. Dale's hands moved to her waist, gently pulling her closer, and she willingly surrendered to his touch. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her cheek, his warm breath causing Leni to sigh.
"You are absolutely breathtaking," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I could spend forever just looking at you."
Leni felt a surge of happiness at his words, her heart swelling. She stroked his cheek, feeling his soft skin against her fingertips. She took his hand in hers and led him to the bedroom.
The room was dimly lit, the only light coming outside. The sheets were rumpled, the bed invitingly comfortable. Leni lay down on the bed, patting the spot next to her. Dale crawled beside her and pressed his body against hers, their hearts racing in unison.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers, as he slipped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She moaned into the kiss, moving close against him, her fingers exploring his body. As they continued to kiss, Dale began to trail his lips down her neck, sucking gently on the tender skin just below her earlobe. Leni gasped, her hips moving against his in an unconscious rhythm. He nipped lightly at her collarbone, sending a thrill of pleasure through her. She reached down, unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his chest, her fingers dancing over his skin as she began to unbuckle his belt.
He groaned, his hands moving to her hips, urging her closer as he rolled her onto her back. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. His hands moved up her body, cupping her breasts through her shirt, his thumbs circling her nipples, making them harden. Leni arched her back and sighed.
She felt his weight press down on her, the heat of his body enveloping her, and she knew that she wanted him inside her. She fumbled with his pants, and he removed her hands and slipped them off him, freeing his raging erection. Leni slipped her own shirt off her and unhooked her bra, freeing her large breasts, which jiggled as they exited their lace prison. When he saw them, Dale gasped, and she giggled a little at his reaction. She took his hands and placed them on her tits, and Dale began to rub and tweak her large nipples as he leaned down to kiss her. She moaned into his mouth as she wrapped her legs around his naked body.
Dale began kissing her body, slowly licking and kissing her nipples. Leni shuddered a little as he did this, little moans escaping her as he busied himself with her breasts. His lips moved down her stomach, kissing and licking her skin as he unbuttoned her pants. His hands slipped inside, caressing her bare skin, teasing her until she was wet and aching for him.
With one fluid movement, he pushed her pants down her hips, revealing her lace-covered sex to his hungry gaze. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, and she felt her heart race at the intensity of his gaze. He slipped her panties off of her revealing her sex, with a small patch of blonde hair like a landing strip. He kissed her inner thigh, then licked along her folds, teasing her with his tongue before finally snaking his tongue around her clitoris.
Leni arched her back off the bed, her hands gripping his head, as she felt the delicious pressure of his tongue against her most intimate spot. Her body tensed and then released in a shuddering wave of pleasure. He continued to kiss and lick her, each stroke of his tongue more skillful than the last, as he brought her closer and closer to climax.
She clutched at his hair, urging him on, and he obliged, sucking gently on her swollen folds before thrusting two fingers inside her. Her hips bucked against his hand, her cries of pleasure muffled against his shoulder. She felt him push her legs up over his shoulders, spreading her wider, and she knew that she was about to lose control. While he fingered her, he licked and sucked on her clitoris, driving her wild. He looked up at her and saw her there, a blonde angel, her eyes closed, her face contorted with pleasure, and he knew he wanted to be inside her. But not now. Not until she came.
When she cried out, her body shuddering, he kissed her thighs slowly and withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the hard length of his erection, which he guided to her opening. She was so wet that he slid inside her easily, feeling impossibly full as he stretched her around him. He paused, looking down at her, his eyes burning with desire. Then he began to move, slowly at first, his hips pressing against hers in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Leni wrapped her legs around him, arching her back as she felt him deep inside her. She gripped his shoulders and forced him down on top of her, her mouth seeking his. As they kissed, she moaned at the sensation of him moving inside her, the way their bodies were joined together in a dance that was as ancient as time itself.
He began to thrust into her harder, his hips slamming against hers in a rhythm that was both primal and irresistible. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard hitting the wall with each powerful stroke. Leni's breath came in ragged gasps, her body tensing and relaxing in perfect sync with his. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be wanted like this and to want and need someone like this in return.
Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each thrust deeper and more urgent than the last. The air in the room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their passion as if it were a living, breathing thing. Leni felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside her like a wave about to break.
He thrust deeper, harder, his body pressed against hers, his hips moving in a rhythm that was forceful and yet gentle. Making love to her, his focus as much on her pleasure as his. His hands held her close, one cupping her breast, the other sliding down between their bodies, teasing her once again.
Her orgasm built inside her, a wave of pleasure that seemed to start in her abdomen and spread outward, filling every inch of her body. She squirmed on the bed, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she felt herself on the brink. And then he thrust deeper still, pushing himself as far inside her as he could go, and she came, her body shuddering with the force of the release.
Her muscles clenched around him, milking his thrusts, and he groaned her name as he felt his control slipping. His hips bucked against hers, his body tense with the effort of holding back, but it was no use. He threw his head back, letting out a long, shuddering moan as his climax took hold. His movements grew more urgent, more desperate, as he emptied himself inside her.
She felt the hot rush of his release, felt him pulsing deep inside her, and her own body responded in kind. A second, smaller orgasm washed over her, no less intense than the first. She cried out his name, her nails digging into his back as her body writhed beneath him.
He collapsed onto her, his weight pinning her to the mattress, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together. He moved to kiss her neck and her shoulder, panting as he tried to catch his breath. She could feel him softening inside her, and with a sigh, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
"That was... incredible," he panted, his lips finding hers again. "I've never felt anything like that before."
She smiled against his mouth, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Neither have I," she whispered, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.
He pulled back to look at her, his eyes still glassy with desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, trailing his fingertips down her neck, over her collarbone. "I could look at you all night. I could do this all night!"
She giggled up at him, her heart still racing from the intensity of their lovemaking. "So could I,” she replied, squeezing his body against hers.
He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue dancing with hers. Their bodies moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm, their skin slick with sweat and mingled with the scent of their passion. Leni felt Dale grow hard against her thigh, looking down to see his cock standing tall and erect before her. She reached out, wrapping her hand around it, feeling its weight and warmth in her palm. Dale let out a shuddering breath as she stroked him, her grip firm yet gentle.
“Make me feel good again, Dale,” Leni whispered, her blue eyes lidded with desire, a need for him.
He positioned himself at her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness of her surrounding him. With a shuddering breath, he pushed inside, feeling the tightness of her body as he penetrated her. They both let out a moan of pleasure as Dale knelt up, looking down at her.
As he thrust inside her, he watched as her breasts moved around her chest hypnotically, as she closed her eyes and gripped the sheets, moaning as he teased her with his length. He took her deep and slow, wanting to prolong both their pleasure. He licked his thumb, manipulating her clitoris with it, eliciting gasps from Leni as she reached out for him. He leaned down, and she wrapped herself around him, kissing him deeply as their bodies collided. Their bodies, slick with sweat, slid together in unison as Dale began to thrust into her deeper and harder. When Leni came around him, her whole body shuddered as she cried out in ecstasy. Dale gasped as her pussy clamped down on him like a vice, but he gritted his teeth and tried to hold back the agonizing ecstasy of his own release.
It was a losing battle because as soon as Leni shook under him again, another orgasm rocking her, he exploded inside her. His whole body trembled as his cock twitched and jerked inside her, pouring his seed into her. She clamped her mouth on his and kissed him deeply as he groaned in pleasure, shockwaves of pleasure shaking them both.
They lay together in silence for what seemed like an eternity, wrapped in each other’s embrace, fingers interlinked.
It was only when Leni’s phone rang that they parted. Sarah told her she needed to leave for the Vanity Fair Party in 30 minutes.
“Shit!” Leni exclaimed as she hopped out of the bed in a panic.
Dale extracted himself from the bedding and stood naked, looking at Leni as she zoomed around the room, looking for her underwear.
“I should go,” he intoned glumly. “Let you get ready.”
She stopped for a second, and a little grin appeared. She moved into his arms and kissed him on the lips.
“You,” she kissed him lightly, drumming his breastbone gently with her fingers. “Are going nowhere. You stay here and get some room service. And when I get back, we’ll finish what we started.”
They both stared at each other, smiling, before kissing again.
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