Almost finished with his painting, Nils decided an afternoon nap was well deserved. He’d only closed his eyes but a moment, or so it seemed to him, when he heard a stirring. He climbed from his bed and tiptoed into his studio.

There he saw Lisa, sitting at his easel, a brush in her hand, not a stitch of clothing upon her body.

“Lisa,” he exclaimed. “I thought you weren’t coming until this evening.”

“Ha ha,” Lisa chuckled. “Have you looked at a clock lately? I suspect this painting wore you out.”

“Yes, I finished it this afternoon, or almost finished it. Just needs the glaze.”

“Ah, the glaze,” Lisa said. “That’s what I thought. The model is Emma, isn’t it?”

“Well, yes,” Nils admitted. “From memory,” he hastened to add.

“Memory?” Lisa questioned. “Looks like it was a very good memory.”

“I meant to say imagination,” Nils said. “I mean, you can tell because of the fish.”

“Oh yes, the fish,” Lisa said. “Cute little buggers. Are they supposed to be symbolic of something? Your swimmies, perhaps? Making their getaway while the getawaying is good.”

“I guess it could be that,” Nils said. “An artist shouldn’t have to explain his symbols. Let the painting speak for itself, you know?”

Lisa nodded. “It does look like the Emma in the painting is yowling something fierce. Something dare I say could be construed as orgasmic?”

“I guess that could be one interpretation,” Nils said. “But tell me, what are you doing with that paintbrush?”

“You did say the painting needed a bit of glaze for the finish, and I thought, to be more realistic, there should be some pussy juice coating your cock.”

“And you were using your actual pussy juice?”

“That was my plan, before I was interrupted. I bet when Emma comes she gushes an ocean of pussy juice. I might need a bit of help. Do you think you could provide some stimulation?”

“I could try,” Nils said.

As it turned out, the stimulation proved very effective. And while Emma’s orgasmic cry possibly required some imagination if not interpretation, Lisa’s drenched the walls and ceiling.

“You are a true artist,” Lisa exclaimed, once the glaze had been judiciously applied and somewhat dried. “But don’t you think, as a matter of verisimilitude if nothing else, these cum fish should be augmented with some if not all of your cock’s splatter?”

Nils agreed.

“You are a true artist,” Nils managed to say, once the augmenting was complete.