Wet Weekend

I'm Ben 46 single artist and live alone, I mainly do landscapes and some people. I have a neighbor Etta 57 widow who lives next door. Her children have all grown and left home, she does my house cleaning for me. Not that I'm a messy person, but I spend most of my time painting for clients. I get sent photo's of landscapes and from it, I paint a reflection of it. I was doing a large painting of a valley for a client, it was from an old color picture of the valley before it was built up in the late nineties. The Client lives on a ridge looking down the valley and wanted a painting of how it looked. I had almost finished the painting, a few hours and it would be finished. When Etta arrived to do some cleaning, she told me it was raining heavily outside. I hadn't noticed as I was working in my studio with the curtains closed and music playing. Etta got to working and I kept working on the painting, about an hour or so later she came in and asked if I wanted her to make my lunch. I said Yes and she left to make it. This was normal and we had lunch together regularly, then while eating together she asked Would I paint her portrait from an old photo. I said Okay and she showed me the photo, I then said Why not from real life as you haven't changed at all. She told me I should get my eyes checked. The photo was taken when she was 21 and before she married, I said I would paint it for her on one condition. That she allowed me to paint her in real life as well, I said There will be no charge for either painting. She said I shouldn't do that as I earned my living painting. I replied I have a lot of commissions and will paint her pictures in my spare time. Then I returned to work and soon had finished the painting, shortly after Etta came in to say she was finished and was going. I replied asking her to stay and pose for her portrait, she answered Okay. While setup for her, she looked at my latest work saying it was very good. I then had her undo her hair and let it flow down around her shoulders and I started to stretch her and once I had the basic outline. She had a look and liked it, I said she should wear something off the shoulders next time. She smiled saying Maybe I should pose nude, I responded that would be perfect. She said you must be joking, nobody would want to see an old woman like me nude. I replied You have a great body and face, everybody would like the painting. She looked at me and I then added You are a classical beauty and I would love to paint a nude portrait of you. She didn't say anything and I said How about it you want to do it. She said Only if I have final say over the painting, Okay I said. When do you want to start she asked, No time like the present I answered. She started to undress and I set up a new canvas, I asked her to recline on a lounge and then I helped posed her. I started work and after an hour or so she asked for a break to have dinner and rest. She walked over and had a look at the work I had already done, I gave her a cuddle and said You are great. She put on her dress only and made dinner for us, it was still raining heavily outside. After dinner, we did some more work on the painting. It was around 10 pm and she said she had better go home, I said Why not stay and we could get an early start in the morning. I then cuddled her again and said You can share my bed. I was expecting her to be shocked, but she agreed. I fucked her that night and in the morning again after that sex became a regular event between us. I finished all 3 portraits of her, but the nude portrait was too racing for her. So I kept it and hung it over my bed and we still sleep together now but live apart.