He is a Nymphomaniac - Chapter 762

The boy looked at the girl’s n.i.p.p.l.es and gulped again in nervousness. It was getting even trickier for him to control his emotions now. “You are feeling cold. I think we should go inside then.” The boy smiled a bit looking at the girl who had still covered herself with her hands. She vaguely nodded her head and turned to enter the wooden cabin. As soon as the girl walked away, the boy could not help but notice how fine-looking her thighs appeared from behind. The air in the wind was making the shirt swirl a little left and right, and the boy’s mind was again having l.u.s.ty feelings for the girl.

He wished to strip her n.a.k.e.d or maybe the wind completely pulled up her shirt and he would get a chance to gape at the girl’s lower assets. They both entered inside and the boy quickly lit up the fire place piling some wood on it base. The girl was now standing close to the lit fireplace while she was warming up her hands.

The boy could not help but note how the girl’s blue eyes were shimmering looking at the flames. The mood was getting tremendously extreme and they both were once again standing quietly looking at the fire.

“So when do we start the class?” Mia finally spoke up not able to handle the tense ambience.

“As soon as you feel better.” the boy smiled and came closer to the girl. He held the girl’s hands in his own warm hands and held them tightly, rubbing them tenderly. The girl’s cold hands felt as if a stunning ray of sun shine had fallen on them, amidst the snow. The girl gasped in astonishment at the boy’s action and a wave of another yearning and craving ran across her body. The boy was now soothingly enveloping her cold hands in his hands and as rubbing them tenderly, trying to warm them up.

Yet again the boy did not articulate a word but his caring approach was something which the girl was falling for over and over again. For a few seconds she thought how lucky Claira was. If he was so caring for everybody hen how caring would be for Claira.

“Thank you so much. It feels really better.” Mia smiled looking in the boy’s dark brown eye. He was looking at the girl with much longing and passion, as their faces were now just a few inches apart. He noticed how her lips had turned red in cold and he wanted to plant his own lips on them, to warm them up. “Ok then, you sit here; I shall bring the new canvas and brushes for you.” The boy smiled looking at he girl.

Mia nodded her head and sat on a high stool, which was facing the wooden canvas stand. Olive walked inside the adjacent room and picked up a huge white colour board and several paints and brushes, bringing them back inside the room. He saw Mia’s legs folded on the stool and he once again gulped trying to avoid the gaze of her thighs, which were now revealed even more as she sat. The girl was pulling down her shirt and as soon as she spotted the boy she stopped and smiled looking at him. “Finally, my first painting is about to begin.”

“Right.” Olive the man of few words nodded his head and fixed the canvas in front of the girl on the wooden stand. He then placed the brushes and several paints on another shelf and turned to look at the girl. “So what do you want to paint?”

“Well, I can’t see anything prettier than this view.” Mia smiled pointing towards the gargantuan glass window ahead. “The red tulips, the pond, and the bridge are just the perfect things to paint.” The girl sighed falling in love with the place over and over again.

Olive smiled happily and he was once again pleased that the girl had appreciated the place. “Alright.”

The boy smiled a little and then took a thin round brush in his hands he then dipped the brush in a tiny container which was filled with thick red pint. “So firstly we will paint your favourite red flowers. Just perceive the shape of the flowers and hold this brush with me.”

The boy pointed his hand towards a flower and then held out the brush towards the girl, standing much closer to her. The boy’s arm was now touching her arm and the girl with her shivering hands held the brush, touching the man’s fingers lightly. As soon as their hands touched each other, another wave of longing travelled in their bodies and they both sighed trying not to concentrate on each other.

Soon the boy was now drawing a rough outline of the tulips bud and the girl was looking at the canvas trying to learn the boy’s hand moments.

“First we give rough outline and then we can fill it up with different shades of red.” The boy spoke as he bent little closer to the girl and started filling the flower. He held the girl’s hand tightly, guiding her to fill the flower with bright red colour. Soon a beautiful tulip flower was made on the canvas and Mia smiled looking at it.

“Wow! Amazing Olive.” The boy turned to look at the boy and once again their head were exceptionally close to each other. The boy had bent towards her and he once again turned to look at the canvas. “So now we will dip the brush in white paint, to give it more effect.” The boy held the girl’s hand tightly dipping the brush in white paint. He then once again started to paint the edges of the flower, shading it with much perfection.

“Amazing.” The girl smiled looking at the now perfectly painted flower.

“Well, I am glad you liked it. I had not expected that you would even forget that I am an artist and you would go and learn from somebody else.” The boy looked in her eyes in much seriousness as if he was mighty saddened.