Bodyscapes by Allan Teger

A recent trip to First Friday in the Downtown Arts District turned up a gem of a find.  At the Sin City Gallery inside The Arts Factory, a showing titled “Bodyscapes” demanded to be included in our catalog of Sexy Vegas discoveries.

 

Using the naked human body as landscape, backdrop or setting is what makes Allan Teger’s work unique, titillating and just a joy to look at.  Some are simply fun, such as the mountain climbers hoisting themselves up a perky breast.  Others are more subtle and thought-provoking, such as the side-by-side models’ torsos simulating the undulating rises and valleys of the countryside.

 

Teger says he wanted to show two realities at the same time.  “I did not initially have any interest in shooting nudes,” he says.  “The use of the human body was a way of making the point that we could see things in different ways.  It’s really all about the ‘flip’ in our heads when we realize that the landscape is really a body.”

And the body a landscape, for that matter.

Teger’s themes include farming, cowboys, travel, the beach, fishing, and even golf.  One of Teger’s more memorable golf scenes portrays a golf ball precariously perched on a pert nipple, driver at the ready.  Teger says he’s not a golfer at all, but his erotic portrayal of a woman’s curves as the rolling hills of a golf course makes that hard to believe.  Even a cart-rider will want to grab a bag of sticks and walk this course.

The models in Teger’s scenes have undeniably beautiful bodies, with perky butts, flat stomachs and naturally lovely breasts.  They are not, however, professionals.  He has a few that he uses regularly, as well as some who have asked to model simply because they love his work.  Some are just his friends.  (It’s good to have friends like this, no?)

Teger simply uses tiny toys or miniatures on the models’ bodies to get his shots; he does not combine images or use computers or Photoshop.  The Bodyscape photographs are shot on film and printed in a darkroom using fiber-based silver gelatin paper, a technique rarely used these days.  Teger says this is “the old, original paper, similar to what Ansel Adams used.”  This quality of workmanship shows when one is able to appreciate the lighting and texture of one of his prints up close. 

 

Originally from Easton, PA, Teger now lives in Vero Beach, FL.  As a psychology professor he taught for 12 years at the University of Pennsylvania and Boston University, then left to pursue art full time.  He has been featured on the Playboy Network and his work has shown in galleries all over the country.  His second book of Bodyscapes images has recently been published by Schiffer Publishing.

 

The Sin City Gallery is a great fit for him, as its “gallerist,” Dr. Laura Henkel, is also a psychologist, and both are fascinated with the psychology of erotic art.  The gallery is located inside The Arts Factory at 107 E. Charleston Blvd., suite 100.  They are open for viewings Tuesday through Saturday from 1 to 7 p.m., as well as for First Friday on May 3^rd, which runs until 11 p.m. 

Stop by to see more of this fun, flirty art, and tell them T.A. from Sexy Vegas sent you.

Stay Sexy!
—T.A.

Pooling - Part 3

(read parts 1 and 2 here.)

James whispered, “We’re being watched.”

“What?”  Melanie tried to lift her head to look around but James tightened his fist in her hair and held her where she was with her cheek against the towel.  She squirmed under him but he was still holding her arm and she couldn’t get free. He slowed his stroke even more.

“Who’s watching?” she whispered loudly.

“It’s ok.  Just relax.  I’m not letting you go until you come.” 

She wasn’t fighting him, but she wasn’t sure she could relax with someone watching.  The urge to come was ebbing and flowing, and her mind was racing.

“Who is it?” she asked again.  If it was her creepy next door neighbor she’d pretty much have to move.  The thought of him masturbating to an actual memory of her was too nauseating to bear. 

“I’m not sure, but I think it’s the pool boy.”

Melanie tried to turn her head toward the gate where the pool boy always let himself in, but James held her firmly.  She closed her eyes and groaned.  At least he was young and attractive.  The thought of him seeing her—and liking what he saw—didn’t seem completely offensive.  She tried not to think about it and just concentrated on her orgasm.  She knew the sooner she came the sooner this would be over, and she knew better than to try and fake it; James’ ego would be crushed if he even suspected.

James started thrusting faster again and her body continued to respond, despite her self-consciousness.  When she began moving back against him, he put his knees outside of hers so she could squeeze her legs together, and within moments they were both coming.  Melanie was able to turn her face enough to muffle her cries in the towel as her muscles convulsed hard and long.  James released her arm and hair.  He leaned back and moaned up toward the sky as he thrust into her slowly, once, twice, three times.

Before the twitching had subsided completely, Melanie slowly lifted her head and turned toward the gate.  There was no one there.

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“It’s only 12:45.  Why would he come by that early?” 

Melanie was sitting on a deck chair with a towel wrapped tightly around her nakedness, despite the fact that no one besides James was around to see it. 

“Dunno.”  James sat in the water on the pool stairs and sipped his beer looking unreasonably happy. 

“How long was he standing there?”

“I told you he was there right after I noticed him.”

“Are you sure it was the pool boy?”

“How would I know?  I’ve never seen your pool boy.”

“What did he look like?” Melanie asked.

James shrugged.  “Young.  About my height I guess.  I barely glanced at him.  I didn’t want to scare him off.”

“Why not?”

“Because I wanted you to see what it felt like to have someone watch you enjoy yourself.  And you liked it.  Admit it.”

“Are you kidding?  I was completely freaked out.”

“I felt how hard you came.  You loved it.”

“If I came hard it was because of all the stuff you’d done before that.  Not because someone was watching me.”

“If you were turned off by it you wouldn’t have been able to come at all.”

Melanie sat quietly for a second.  Had the pool boy really been there?  Or was this some kind of game?

“Was someone really here?” she asked.

“Tell you what, what time is he supposed to come clean the pool?”

“Two.”

“When he gets here, ask him.”

“I’m not going to ask him.  I’m asking you.”

“And I already told you.”

Melanie gave up.  “I’m going in.”  She dragged the raft out of the pool and propped it against the wall.  “Grab the noodles and my bikini bottoms before you get out.”

“Will do,” he said cheerfully.

She picked up her bikini top from the pool deck and laid it across a lounge chair to dry.  The condom James had used was tied off and laying by the pool stairs.  She walked over to get it so she could flush it down the toilet, but before she could pick it up he grabbed it. 

“I got it,” he said. 

She held out her hand.  “Just give it to me and I’ll flush it.”

“It’s ok,” he said.  “I’ll do it.”

She hesitated.  Then she turned around and walked into the house.  She had learned long ago that men with something going for them would guard their sperm like Fort Knox, no matter how much they said they trusted a woman.  It was the ones who didn’t have anything going for them who would leave a condom overnight to dry up and shellac itself to the nightstand.

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James remained in a great mood.  He squeezed her behind and kissed her deeply before he left to go home.  He even called ten minutes later to ask if he could see her that night, and she said yes. 

At a quarter past two, Melanie was folding laundry in the bedroom when she glanced out the window and saw the pool boy checking the chlorine level.  It was the first Saturday of the month, so she needed to pay him.  She considered leaving a check on the patio table and not even making eye contact with him, but if James had made everything up, that would be rude.

She went to her office and wrote out a check, including her usual tip.  As she opened the slider to the patio, she called out, “Hey Brian, how are things?”

He looked up from where he was working on the opposite side of the pool.  “Hey Miss Leon,” he called back.  “Things are good, thanks.”  Then he went back to work. 

Melanie thought she noticed a bit of redness in his cheeks, but then he worked on pools, so it was probably just sun, right?  She waited to see if he would offer any more conversation; he was usually a little chattier than this.  When he didn’t, she set the check down on the patio table. 

“I’ll just leave your check over here,” she said.  “Have a good weekend.”

“Ok, thanks Miss Leon,” he said without looking up.  “You too.”

Melanie picked up her bikini from the lounge chair and was about to head back inside when she noticed the bottoms were missing.  She turned around slowly, and there they were, hovering like a jellyfish near the bottom of the pool. 

She turned back around and went inside, shutting the slider behind her.

 

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Stay Sexy!

—T.A.

Pooling: Part 2

(Read Part 1 here.)

James increased the tempo and pressure until Melanie was on the edge of her orgasm, chasing it, pushing her hips back against his mouth.  And he stopped.

Melanie whined.  “Why’d you stop?”

“It’s just for a second,” he said.  “I’ll be right back.  No touching yourself.”

Melanie grunted and splashed water at him.

James got out of the pool and jogged to the slider and into the house, his member erect and bobbing.  He emerged a minute later with the package of condoms from the nightstand and two towels.  He put the towels at the top of the stairs, then tore one of the condom wrappers open with his teeth and rolled the condom on.  He came back to Melanie and resumed where he’d left off.

It only took a few minutes before Melanie was again ready to come, and once again, James stopped.

 “Come here,” he said.  He took her beer from her, pulled her from the raft and led her to the edge of the pool.  He positioned her on all fours with her knees in the water and her elbows resting on the towels he’d left on the deck.  He continued playing with her, running one hand over her slit as his other hand ran up and down her arched back.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

He put himself at her opening and waited.  The anticipation was too much for her and she pushed back.  James grunted with satisfaction.  He moved in long strokes so that the head escaped her completely on each stroke, and she whined each time it did. 

“You want me to stay in?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want you to stay in.”

And with that, he grabbed her by the hips and thrust once, deep and hard, holding the head against her cervix.  She cried out, and then waited. 

“You look so beautiful in the sun,” he said.

Ten seconds went by.  James caressed her back and then returned his hands to her hips.  He thrust again.  This time Melanie moaned.  Eight seconds went by.  Again he thrust hard.  Six seconds.  Again.  Four seconds went by.  Again.  Two seconds.  Again.  And then he was giving it to her, the water around them churning as he pulled her into him, skin slapping wetly against skin.

Melanie moaned and lowered her head to the towel.  She could feel her knees starting to chafe against the step, but she was very close to coming.  She reached between her legs and before she could touch herself James grabbed her elbow and pulled her arm back—not to the point of hurting her, but close.

“Babe…” she whined.

“No touching yourself.  I’ll get you there.”

“Ok.  Let go of my arm.”

James didn’t say anything, and he didn’t let go of her arm.  His stroke slowed slightly.  Melanie started to push herself up so she could turn and look at him, but he pushed her head back down to the towel.

He leaned over her so that his chest was pressed against her back.  “Do you trust me?”

“I think so.  What are you doing?”

“Just trust me, ok?”

“Ok.”  Melanie had no intention of trusting him if this got out of hand.  But so far nothing had been painful except the chafing on her knees, so she gave him a little leeway.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked.

Melanie hummed.

James started thrusting again and Melanie’s body started reacting.  It appeared she would be able to get there without touching herself, and she was beyond ready for it.

James wrapped her hair around his free hand and held it against the back of her head.  He was thrusting hard and strong and panting into her ear.  Melanie was moaning more with each stroke and trying not to be loud enough that the neighbors would hear if they were out in their yards. 

James whispered, “We’re being watched.”

 

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Stay Sexy!

— T.A.

Pooling - Part 1

 This week's post is an exerpt from my forthcoming novel. Melanie is in her 30s, unmarried, without children, and she avoids risk in all its forms.  When those close to her challenge her to take a chance on love, she finds herself in a relationship that pushes her out of her comfort zone—sexually and otherwise—and in Las Vegas, that can be a perilous experience. 

 

Melanie slept in.   She slipped quietly out of bed at nine-thirty and worked her way through the house, cleaning up as she went.  She started a load of laundry, stacked the books and magazines, unloaded the dishwasher and took out the garbage.  By eleven a.m. she was in the pool swimming laps.  After doing thirty, she got out to grab some water.  That was when she saw James on the other side of the living room slider.  He stood there in his boxers, watching her, smiling, his bed head making him look like a child.  She motioned for him to come out.

“Hey, handsome.”

“Hey yourself, sexy.  What are you up to this fine day?”

“Just doing some laps.  I was gonna catch some rays for a bit.”

“Need some company?  My tan could use a boost.”

“Sure.”

James pulled off his boxers and threw them on the back of a lounge chair.

“Um, ok.”  Melanie laughed.  “The pool boy doesn’t come until two, so I guess you’re safe.”

James took a few running steps and cannon-balled into the deep end of the pool.  Melanie shook her head.  When he surfaced, she asked, “I’m going to grab some water.  Want anything?”

“Beer if you have it.”

“I have it.  Want me to grab the noodles for the pool?”

“Noodles?”

“You know, the foam things.”

“Afraid I don’t know the foam things.”

“I’ll grab ’em.”

Melanie came back with a bucket of beer on ice and two long, bendable foam sticks. 

“Oh, noodles,” said James.  “I get it.”

She handed him a beer and tossed the noodles in the pool.             

James tucked one of the noodles around his back and under his armpits and leaned back, sipping his beer.  “Nice.  Noodles and beer.”

“I call it pooling.”

“Pooling?” he asked.

“Yeah.  Pool, drinks, lounging.  It makes something lazy sound active.”

“I can think of other ways to make it active.”

Melanie winked at him.  “I bet you can.”

There was an inflatable lounger against the wall and she tossed that in the pool.  She grabbed a beer and asked James to hold it while she situated herself on the raft.

Once she was all settled, James handed her the beer.  She sighed and closed her eyes.  The rays felt good and the water was doing a fine job of keeping her cool.  She could hear James paddling lazily around the pool.  After about ten minutes of silence, he said, “You’re gonna get tan lines in that bikini.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling.  “As you’re aware, I already have tan lines from this bikini.”

“Haven’t you heard?  Tan lines are out.”

“Are they?  It’s so hard to keep up with these trends.”  She feigned exasperation and waved her hand dismissively.  “I gave up trying.”

“Well then I will take it as my job to prevent you from committing a fashion faux pas with your tan lines.  You can thank me later.”  He put his beer on the deck and paddled over to her at the deep end of the pool.

He swam up behind her raft and tugged at the string at her neck.  She glanced toward the fence on the left side of the yard.  Seeing no one, she sat up and giggled as he untied the string at her back and threw her bikini top on the deck.  She lay back down and he paddled around to the side of the raft.  

“Bottoms too,” he said.

“If you insist.”

She watched him pull her bikini bottoms off slowly.  He was staring at the spot where her legs met.  By the time the bottoms were over her feet he’d forgotten about them and let them slip from his hand and hang in the water.  She self-consciously closed her legs, and her eyes. 

James tucked the noodle around the front of his chest and leaned forward, letting the foam hold his weight up.  He wrapped both hands around one of Melanie’s feet and kneaded the sole with his thumbs.  She hummed with approval.

“Heaven,” she said.

After a few minutes James worked on the other foot, then started rubbing her calves, then her thighs.  By the time he reached her upper thighs her legs parted themselves.  She loved the way his touch felt.  And the combination of being caressed by the sun, the water, and James all at the same time was having a narcotic effect.

He touched her gently, running a finger up and down her slit until she moaned and spread her legs wider.  He spread her wetness around, and she could hear his breathing getting deeper, but when she pushed her hips against his hand, he wouldn’t put his fingers inside her.  Instead, he stopped touching her long enough to pull the raft toward the shallow end of the pool.  Once there, he was able to position his head between her legs and go to work.

 

The sensation was surreal, and Melanie couldn’t help thinking how lucky she was.  This was what she deserved: a lazy Saturday in the pool, soaking up rays, drinking a beer, being pleased by a man who adored her.  She imagined there were other things she’d been missing out on too—more important and profound things—but for now, this was all she wanted.

To be continued...
(read part 2 here)

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Stay Sexy!

T.A.