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Art Model

By: Travel Girl



This is a true story which happened a few years ago. Another one of my adventures where a small impulsive choice leads to more than expected. My stories are detailed and slow to buildup, not for the impatient reader. 

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My company develops technology used all over the world. I am fortunate to have always been good at math and science and to have pursued engineering at a good school. I joined my present company while still in school, starting as a technician and moving up through the organization where I now manage a number of professionals working in advanced research.

Part of my responsibilities involves teaching our technology to domestic and international companies and leading to much of my travel. 

I am 35 years old and have been doing this kind of work now for many years. I am single, but have been involved in a few serious relationships. Some of these relationships suffered due to my travel, at times related simply to my absence and other times due to my partner being protective or jealous.

People who know me consider me fun loving and outgoing, but also conservative, meaning that I don't bring a different guy home every night. I enjoy sex very much, but when I am dating a new person, it usually takes a while before I would sleep with him. 

At times I let my guard down and a few sexual adventures have occurred. Let me say not boasting I am attractive and it is relatively easy for me to meet and date men when I am interested. People tell me I look younger than my age and I stay in good shape. I like to run and this helps me keep a toned figure on my 5'7" athletic frame. I weigh 115 pounds and have natural 34C breasts. Coupled with blond hair, well, you get the picture. When I am alone it is because I choose to be. I still believe in the lightning bolt, the right guy for everyone. But sometimes I prefer to let nature take its course rather than actively search.

Teaching our technology may sometimes occur over many months. The company I was training was located in central Florida. During the initial negotiations, part of the deal was my company would provide onsite training for two weeks a month. I would not be the only one leading the training, but the plan was that I would be down personally about one or two weeks per month over the course of about 6 months. 'Take one for the team' was what my boss told me. 

The heat does not bother me as much as many people, but the training started in late July and it got really hot many days. The work aspect of the training was going well. I would fly out on Monday mornings and typically go back on Friday afternoons.  

The Florida company was located in a university town. I like college towns; good nightlife including bars and music and some variety of restaurants. It was decided we would stay in hotels rather than rent an apartment for the duration. I had a rental car, so it was easy to get around. 

At the beginning, people at the company would invite me to dinner. I like to golf and I found the most convenient nearby courses. I would run through the university grounds. Dinner invitations gradually reduced as we got into a routine and the guys realized I was not looking to date anybody from the company. 

This story begins about a month into the training during the month of August. We would typically start at 7:00 am and finish up around 3:30 or 4 pm. Practically, this meant I did not stay out too late, but it also meant I was on my own pretty early in the day. I would play golf maybe once or twice a week, doing a 5 mile run usually on alternate days. Dinner was frequently on my own. Sometimes I would go out to an actual sit down restaurant, other times someplace quick. 

I found some great college bars to pass time. There were multiple places where there was food, dancing, live music, etc. But it could also get boring once in a while. This was not New York City. 

I was out to dinner by myself on a Tuesday evening at the start of another training week. I was at a nice little Italian place which had everything well prepared. It was quiet and I would typically bring something to read. This night I had brought the local newspaper which I sometimes found amusing. The town was not without some crime, but it tended to be minor. Even with the university, the total population was not very large. 

I was not looking for anything in particular in the classified ads, just passing time when a particular ad caught my attention. The ad called for art models at the school for fall classes. It gave a telephone number for additional information, but otherwise was very uninformative. 

It has always been a dream of mine to model. I am good looking, but I don't claim to be professional model attractive. I have a good career and it was really too late to consider modeling. Modeling is also not the kind of job you can fit it in with a real job. I had lots of assumptions going through my head while I fantasized, but I guessed "art model" to mean there could possibly be nudity involved although the ad was silent. 

I am comfortable with my body. I have gone to nude beaches many times. I admit the thought of being in something like Playboy is a fantasy, although I don't have the kind of looks necessary. Practically though, I had a relatively important job. I am well known within my industry, so from a professional perspective posing nude was not aligned to my career. There was also the social stigma. I was not bothered by it, but my family and friends would have been shocked to know I even like to go to nude beaches. 

I would love to appear in Playboy if they did something where people did not know it was me. It sounds contradictory, but nevertheless, these were some of the things going through my mind. After dinner, I toyed with the idea of calling to at least find out the details. 

It was still early while I daydreamed; only a little after 6 pm as I finished dinner. My attitude was almost a "what the heck" point of view when I called the number on the ad. I got an operator and told her what I was calling for and I was transferred the art department. 

He answered, "Dr. Reynolds."

I said I was calling about the ad in the newspaper for art models. His tone softened as he explained what they were looking for. He said the art school was looking for models for the fall semester and they were looking for photography models as well as art models. When I said the ad only mentioned art models, he said photography models were paid more and the openings were easier to fill. He also mentioned that both photography and art modeling involved nudity.

I had more or less expected that, but it was still a bit of a shock to have it spoken out loud. 

I asked about the time of the classes and how long they lasted, mentioning that I worked during the day and I was only in town on business usually one or two weeks per month. To my surprise, he replied that was not a problem as many of the classes did not use models and that they had some other models lined up already. 

He then mentioned he was a professor at the college and the class instructor. He said I should think about it and if I was interested, I should come by the school to get more of details and handle the paperwork. He said classes were starting in a couple of weeks so they were trying to fill out the slots as soon as possible. 

A lot was going through my mind and it would have been easy to chicken out. But I found the idea of modeling to be exciting and I thought by finding out more I would not be committing to anything. After all, the very things which had always prevented me from doing something like this were still there. 

So really it was on almost on a lark when I asked when would be a good time to find out more. 

He replied, "The classes run in the evenings from 7 to 9 pm on Tuesday, Thursday and Fridays. I am here tonight and then again on Thursday."

I mentioned I would not be available at all on Friday nights due to my travel schedule and I asked if it was a problem. In hindsight, it was almost as if I was searching for a reason to back out. 

He replied it was not a problem and repeated what he said earlier about having other models and that many classes did not have models. 

He said caught me off guard by saying, "Why don't you stop by tonight?"

I could have hung up the phone or come up with an excuse. I could have also played for time and suggested a time on Thursday. A lot was going through my mind quickly, but it seemed like not much of a risk. 

I responded, "Tonight would be fine. What time would work for you?"

He suggested 7:30 pm and gave me the location of the art school. 

After we hung up, I realized I had been in a psychological negotiation with myself. Almost daring myself to do it, but then trying to talk myself out of it too. I sometimes try to analyze things too much instead of going with the flow, but I also knew I would try to understand and control both my excitement and also my hesitation.

I was very nervous but also exhilarated thinking about it. I had about 45 minutes before meeting with Professor Reynolds, so I went back to my hotel to change clothes. I had been wearing shorts and a tank to due the hot weather. I guess it was my upbringing, but even for an 'interview' for a job like this; I did not want to go looking too casual. I also took the time to shower first as I had been outside for a while on a hot Florida summer day.

My blond hair was shoulder length and I wore it down with a loose fitting red floral sundress. While I was getting ready and driving to the school, I had run through all the reasons I should not pursue this. I finally came to the realization I had an easy escape if I did not want to go through with it. Just come up with an excuse of any kind. I did not have to commit to anything; just leave with a 'let me think about it." 

I headed up to the college and arrived on time. The university was spread out over a large area of the city. The art school was not a very big, a one story building with a parking lot in front and nice looking grounds with a lot of trees. I had run by the building before without having paid attention.

I went in and walked down the hallway where I saw the art department sign. The building was quiet as classes had not yet started. There was another corridor and I found his office. 

I knocked, "Hello, Professor Reynolds? We spoke a little while ago about the art modeling."

He smiled as he got up from behind his desk, "Yes, hello, thanks for coming. You must be Beth."

He extended his hand and asked me to sit down.

He said, "Have you ever done any art modeling before?"

I replied I had never done modeling of any kind. 

He said, "No problem. What made you decide to start?"

I smiled and said, "Well, I have not actually decided for sure yet. But the thought of it was very intriguing and something I always wanted to try."

He laughed, "Yes, I have gotten ahead of myself, haven't I? First, don't be nervous. I'll let you know what we are looking for and then you can tell me if you are interested."

He was a nice looking man, perhaps in his late 40's. I had not needed to change clothes, as he was wearing shorts and sandals with a polo shirt. Very casual, but I guess appropriate for the situation. 

He said, "We have separate art and photography classes. We are anticipating about 8 - 10 art students and about 30 photography students. Models get $30 per hour for photography and $15 per hour for art class. Most of the models we use work in both classes."

He continued, "Both classes involve nudity. There is nothing sexual. Ever. This is artistic modeling, typically classic style posing. We may use articles of clothing sometimes to create an effect. Would you be all right with the nudity aspect?"

I replied that I was comfortable with nudity of the type he described, but I also told him I would only consider the art modeling. I explained my career would not be conducive to having nude images out in public and while that killed off the photography class, I thought art modeling would only be a likeness and I would not be identifiable. 

He was a little surprised, "The other models will like you. They prefer mostly photography because of the higher pay, but we try to even it out to be fair. If you would only be doing art, it will allow them to do more of the photography."

I listened further as he repeated the times of the class and asked whether it would present a conflict. He took down my information.

I asked, "I am a little surprised you have trouble getting enough models. For a college student, the money is pretty good. For me, the money is not part of the interest; it is more the whole experience."

He said, "School policy is we do not use students for modeling. To be candid, not drawing on the undergraduate population makes it difficult. If I may also be blunt, women can also make more money at strip clubs."

He continued, "What do you think so far, is this something you might like to do? Let me show you the studio."

I had been thinking a lot while he had been describing things. I said, "So far so good, I would be interested if you have any examples of what type of posing, etc."

"C'mon then, we can do that at the studio."

We walked down the hallway and across to the other side of the building. The art class room was relatively large. There was what I thought of as a stage area. It had an elevated portion, some props, some furniture I imagined was part of the scene and a variety of different lighting apparatus'.

"Usually the students are spread in semi-circle around the model. Like I said, we are expecting somewhere around 8 to 10 students for art this semester. More are in photography, but in general art is not as popular these days. However, the art students tend to be more dedicated and devoted to the study and I would also say, perhaps more talented." 

We walked over to the other side of the room where he pulled out some examples of the style of posing. He pulled out pencil drawings first and then some water colors and finally oil painting. He also opened a file drawer showing the style of work over a typical semester. There were a large number of still life art such as flowers, vases, fruit, etc. There was also a great deal of emphasis on light and shadow and geometry. The classes were focused on refining the student's technique. 

Professor Reynolds showed me posing examples as well. One had a model sitting on the sofa chair with legs extended looking up and some sort of a cloth covering her waist. Another was a fully nude pose simply standing. There were a variety of other poses which you might see on any photoshoot. The poses were of what I would call classical, whether it was from a renaissance style or what you might call artistic. None of the poses he showed would fall into an erotica category.

He explained, "In photography, there could be a hundred different poses but in art there would only be one or maximum two in a session. Oh, by the way, there are breaks whenever you need one, but usually every 20 or 30 minutes to allow you to stretch and walk around."

I was absorbing all of this as he continued showing the template book. I saw some of the poses included more than one model, sometimes two women, sometimes a man and women. 

I had not said anything, but apparently he noticed my surprise, "These poses sometimes don't happen. Either we don't have enough models or someone is uncomfortable. The main purpose is for the students to see contrast and the flow of the body forms together."

None of the poses were provocative, but some of them had some degree of touching or body contact although nothing which looked sexual.

He continued, "Like I said at the beginning, nothing sexual at all goes on or is implied. It is simply not allowed."

That part was never a consideration; I had full confidence in what he was saying and told him so. 

He went on, "It requires great skill to capture the human body with drawing or paint. We teach contours, geometry, shadows, contrast, and symmetry. The students have to possess the inherent talent and ability beforehand or they are not accepted."

I said, "The class is not open to the student body?"

"Oh no, it is limited to serious, qualified students. When I said 8 to 10 are expected, we know of 8 students for sure. We know the names of 2 more who are not yet 100%. By the way, I teach the art class. That is also the reason I do the model screening as it is sometimes harder to fill. I have been doing this for 8 years, so we have somewhat of a system in place."

I thanked him for taking the time to explain things so well. We talked a little about scheduling and it was determined doing two hour sessions on Tuesdays and Thursdays on the week I would be in town would work out fine.

He then said, "So here is a good point where you can decide to back out or not. You obviously are very pretty and you look to be a good candidate. But if you are serious about this, I will need you to undress so I can make sure there are no problems." 

He looked at me hesitating and said, "I can see you are not quite sure about this."

He let that hang out there for a moment, but after a pause, he said, "We are not looking for perfection, but I need to make sure there is nothing too distracting about your body, either significant tattoos, piercings, or scars which will distract the student's attention."

What he said made sense and even during the last 20 minutes of discussion I had wondered whether there was an audition.

I smiled, "Well, if you can read my mind that easy......then you already know I am serious about this."

He smiled back, "Good. There is a dressing room through that door. There should be a robe on a hook. If you would come out when you are ready, I will wait out here."

I had not fully decided to do this or not and this would have been a perfect time to back out. I make a lot more money than was being offered here and there was some apprehension about how I would actually feel posing nude. However, my real concerns about anonymity and whether the whole class was professional or not had all been answered. And my personality was not really one of being too timid.

Whatever I would end up doing, walking out now seemed cowardly. Also, to be completely candid, I had gotten excited by the thought of doing this. So I went back to the dressing room and slipped off my clothes. I took off the sundress and realized he really had no idea what kind of figure I had as the dress was loose fitting and flowing. 

I removed my bra and panty. After looking at myself in the mirror and being grateful for having a good workout program, I felt proud of my body. I realized I had gotten lucky on one point. I like nude beaches, but I never have been able to go often enough to have an all over tan. Normally I would have some tan lines from golfing, sunning in a bikini, etc. However, I had recently been going to a tanning salon. Nothing to do with this art modeling. The result was that I did not have a deep tan, but there were no distinct tan lines.

I put on the robe and I walked back out into the studio as Professor Reynolds came over.

At this moment, I was very nervous, not unlike how I feel when I first strip at a nude beach. But I realized the analogy and it was calming.

He said, "I know this is your first time, but don't be nervous. Take your time and we'll start whenever you are ready."

I acted calmer than I felt. I untied the robe and laid it down over a chair. I was standing completely nude in front of him. Without him saying anything I turned to show him my backside and then turned to face him.

So here I was, standing nude in front of a stranger. It had nothing to do with him, but I find that kind of a situation somewhat stimulating and like clockwork I could feel my nipples harden. I wondered if he had noticed. 


Art Model Ch. 01



“Models for life drawing class. No experience req’d. $6-8/hr. Anywhere College. 555-9852.” Hmmm, it sounded easy. It was better than minimum wage. Being at the beginning of the fall semester and short of cash, I decided to call.

“Art department. How may I help you?” From her voice she sounded over 40 and a smoker. I envisioned her over weight too.

“I am calling regarding the ad for models.”

“OK, for the life drawing class. One minute.” She coughed and shuffled some papers. 

“I have to ask, you sound like a guy, but male or female?”

“Male.”

“Your height and weight please.”

“Six two, one seventy.”

“Hair color, and is it long or short?”

“Blonde and short.”

“Any tattoos, ear rings, nose rings, etc.?”

“None.”

“Have you ever done any modeling before?”

“No.”

“Are you free for a 7-8:30 PM class Tuesdays and Thursdays? Not that you would work more than one or two evenings.”

“Yes.”

“OK, I’ll put you down for next Tuesday, but the instructor wants to interview all new models before their first class. Can you be here this Thursday at 6:30 PM for the interview?”

“Yes, I’m free then.”

“Good. Be at the department office by quarter after to fill out an application and the instructor meet you there.”

“OK. Uh, what about the pay?”

“That will depend on the interview.”

“OK. Thanks.”

“Good-bye.” And she hung up before I could reply.

Cool, an easy job for a few bucks. 

Two days latter I arrived in the Art department office. “May I help you?” The woman behind the counter asked. It was the voice from the phone, but she looked about thirty and was thin. Actually she was fairly good looking, to my surprise. But I was right about the smoking, there was a pack next to her on the counter.

“I am here to fill out a job application and an interview.” 

“Oh, ya. Here is the application. Let me know when you are done.”

I looked at the application. It had all the standard blanks and questions. I finished in ten minutes. “OK, I’m done.” I announced as I slid the paper across the counter toward her.

“I’ll call Kate and let her know you are ready.” She picked up the phone and had a brief conversation. “She wants you to meet her in her class room, go out the door and turn left. Room 113, about half way down the hall on the left.”

“Thanks.” I turned and easily found the room. I entered and saw a woman sitting at a desk on the far side of the room. There was a circle of easels and a slightly raised platform in the middle. I made my way toward the desk.

“Are you about the modeling job?” She said.

“Ya, that’s me.”

“Hi, I’m Kate, and you are?”

“I’m Bill.”

“Nice to meet you Bill. Am I right at that you have no modeling experience.”

“That is correct, unless you count class pictures and family portraits.”

“OK, no experience. Do you know what we mean by ‘life drawing’?”

“No, I just figured it was drawing things and people were included.” It sounded lame, but I figured a guess wouldn’t hurt.

“You are partially right. Basically it is drawing the human form, nude. I would prefer to call the class ‘Contemporary Nude Drawing’, but you get too many voyeur types that just want to see naked women and the administration didn’t like anything with ‘nude’ in it. So, now that you know what it is, are you still interested.”

“Um, I don’t know. I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Well, I can give you a couple of minutes, but I have to know tonight.” She paused a minute.

My mind was racing. Nude, the job would be to pose nude in front of twenty or more people.

“You know, you wouldn’t be showing them anything they haven’t already seen. And chances are that you don’t know anyone in my classes. Do you attend class here?”

“No, I go to the University.”

“Even better chance that no one here will know you, or even run into you in public. My students are so used to seeing nudes, that is really no big deal to them even if they were to see you outside of class.”

“I don’t know...”

“How about this, you try a test run with just me. If it is too uncomfortable, then we know. If not, then maybe we could try one class.”

“OK, I think we could do that.”

“Great, I’ll lock the door and you can get undressed. If you feel shy, you can undress behind that screen right over there.” She pointed over to the corner of the room, as stood and headed for the door.

I almost panicked and called it off, but then went behind the screen. I pulled off my shirt, shoes, pants, and socks, then I hesitated. My mind was racing....then finally I dropped my underwear.

“How you doing back there? Coming out?”

“Ya,” I replied and started around the screen.

“There. That isn’t so bad is it? Come over here.” She was standing at an easel near the platform. “Step up on the platform.” I complied with her instructions. “OK, now get in a comfortable position and freeze.” I did. “Good. That’s all there is to it.” She was drawing quickly and I wondered what she was putting on the page. Then I started to get a hard on. “Oh!” She noted. “Don’t worry, we have all seen that too. It happens from time to time, but rarely have models had it happen during class. The more comfortable you are, the less likely it will happen.” As she was speaking I started to shrink. “See, told you so.”

After a while there was a knock at the door. I turned toward the door and was shocked to see a girl’s face in the small, square window. By reflex I turned way from the door. Kate was heading for the door. “Wow, I forgot about the time, class is in five minutes. You can get dressed now.” I made a beeline to behind the curtain.

I heard the door open. “Hi Kate, breaking in a new model or starting a new project?”

“New model. Not sure though, he is a bit nervous.”

“Well, from what I could see, he has nothing to be ashamed of. Oh, I like your sketch. Too bad you didn’t finish.”

I emerged from behind the curtain fully dressed. And headed toward Kate. My face felt like it was glowing red.

“You doing all right Bill?”

“Ya, the window caught me by surprise.”

“So, you game to come back for the class next week?”

“Not to push, but I sure hope you do. You look great. Much better than some of the other models we have had.” It was the girl from the window. She was cute blue eyed blonde. It flashed through my head that I would like to see her do a little of this modeling too! “Why don’t you look at what Kate did?”

I peeked around at the easel. He had drawn my chest down to my knees. I thought it looked good, but it wasn’t me. At least what I saw in the bathroom mirror.

“Think I’ll give it a try.”

“Great,” said Kate. “Since you are here now, would you like to stay and observe tonight, so you know what to expect next week?”

“Ya, sure. That sounds good.”

“You can sit by my desk or follow me around the room. If you want a drink or snack, the machines are back by the office. Class usually starts a few minutes late.”

“OK, I’ll be back in a minute.” I grabbed a cup of coffee from the machine. Typical, it hardly tasted like coffee, I just hoped that the caffeine was real. 

Entering the classroom again, about half the students were there. The girl who arrived early was nowhere to be seen as I headed toward Kate’s desk. Kate was walking around visiting with the students as they were setting up at their easels. As I sat in the chair next to the desk, the girl emerged from behind the curtain in a red silk robe. She headed straight for me.

“Hi! Sorry I didn’t introduce myself before, my name is Kathy.” She extended her hand.

I shook her hand. “I’m Bill.”

“Ya, I gathered that earlier. Trust me. You will do fine.”

“I thought you were one of the students. From what you said about the other models, earlier.”

“Well, technically I am not, but Kate lets me sit in.” 

A few more students filed in and started setting up. Kate called out from across the room, “OK Kathy, I think we should get started.”

Kathy said, “Excuse me, time to go to work.” Winking at me, she slipped of her robe and handed it to me. “Can you look after this for a while for me?”

I was caught totally off guard, she was hot, and I was trying not to stare.

“It is OK to look, that’s what I am here for. I assume from the look on your face you like what you see...”

“Ya, and ya, I’ll take care of this,” as I lifted her robe.

“Thanks.” And she strolled over and up onto the platform. Oh, what a nice ass. She struck a pose, facing me. Legs slightly spread and her hands clasped to together on top of her head, pulling her hair up and back. I stared for a minute, then I caught a wink and a smile from her. I smiled back and glanced around the room. 

Kate was a couple easels over and signaled for me to come over. I walked over. “That’s good. I think you are getting the right feeling on the shading,” she encouraged the middle aged woman at the easel. What I saw as definitely a sketch of a woman, but not Kathy as I saw her standing before us.

Kate moved to the guy at the next easel and looked over his shoulder. He was erasing and redrawing. “Don’t worry about getting it perfect. You are not trying to duplicate what you see, but interpret it. This is not a photography class, remember? Now just relax and get a complete figure down on paper. In time your style will emerge and your drawings will be more pleasing to your own eye.” It looked to me that he was obsessing on Kathy’s boobs and getting them perfect. Not that I wouldn't either.

“Would you like to try to sketch Kathy?” Kate asked me as we passed an empty easel, enroute to the next student.

“No. I have enough trouble just drawing stick figures. I can do fine with drafting and mechanical drawing, but art stuff like this is beyond me.”

“Well, I doubt that. Let me know if you change your mind. Most of the folks in here said something like that when they started last year.”

I followed her around to a couple more students. Only a couple were what I would call decent and the rest were lousy, unless you were into impressionist art. I returned to the chair and noticed I had carried Kathy’s robe with me the whole time. Looking up at Kathy got me another wink and smile. This time I winked back. The rest of the class time I spent sipping my coffee, glancing at Kathy, and observing the students. Some were relaxed and sketching away, while others were stiff, even sweating, and constantly redoing things. I got the sense that they were more focused on their drawings than Kathy.

“OK, we are about done for today. Sign and date your work. I’m collecting them tonight and will give them back next class with my comments.” Kate announced with a couple of sighs and grumbles from the class.

Kathy stepped down and came over for her robe. I handed it to her, she slipped it on, and started walking around. She walked past each easel, checking out what they had done with her. She ended up behind the screen as the class filed out the door.

“You still game to model for us next week?” It was Kate again.

“Ya, shouldn’t be a big deal. It is like they don’t even see the model.”

“Yup, you got it. Most are so focused on their creation to notice what they are creating it from, at least in any personal or sexual sense.”

“Bill, you want to go get a drink? There is a place just off campus.” It was Kathy.

“OK, but I can’t stay to long. I have an early class tomorrow.” Oh, how lame. A hot chick, who just showed all her assets asks you out and you think about school! We started for the door.

“See you two next Tuesday.”

We walked silently until we were outside. 

“So, what do you think?” Kathy asked.

“About what?” I could see one of those female trick questions. Many answers, but none truly right.

“About the class, modeling, and me.” Boy, she was direct. Maybe it was part of being used to exposing one’s self.

“As for modeling, like I told Kate, I don’t think it will be a problem. I mean, it was like they didn’t even see you they were do focused on their work. That doesn’t mean that I still don’t have some reservations about it, or that I am not nervous about it. As for their ability, I think very few were any good. I guess that is why they are taking the class. I must say though, they did better than I could.”

We were at the pub and walked in. Looking around there were a couple empty tables and Kathy lead the way over to one. As we were sitting down, the waitress was there, “Hi Kathy, what can I get for you and your friend””

Kathy answered, “Hi Jen, do you still have the Red Tail ale on tap? If so, I’ll have a pint.”

“We still have it. What will you have?”

“I’ll have the same,” I replied and the waitress headed off.

“So you are still a bit nervous. I can remember that. Would it help if you practiced? You know, walk around nude at home. Have a nudie day.”

“Uh, I don’t think so. I am embarrassed enough and I don’t want my roommates to know about this.”

“Yet!” She stuck in. “OK, your even chicken to tell your roommates. What if they find out?” She said with a big smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Maybe I can help. You could come over to my place for a nudie day this weekend. I don’t think my roommates would mind, I do it all the time.” 

“I guess so. You sure about your roommates being OK with a guy hanging around naked?”

“Tell you what, give me your phone number and I’ll give you a call tomorrow, after I check with them.”

“OK,” and I recited my number as she wrote it down. Jen showed up with our ale.

“Here is my address. And here is cell number, I in case you chicken out.” She scribbled the info on a napkin and slid it to me. I glanced at it and stuffed it in my pocket.

“Thanks, but I won’t chicken out.”

“You could also come with for some time in the sun too. We were planning to go up to our favorite tanning spot on Saturday anyway. You could stand to get a bit of a tan, you know.” Again with the smile and a wink. “By the way, you avoided saying what you thought about me.” Again the directness of the statement caught me off guard. Was she just flirting or not?

“Well, I liked your tan lines,” was all I could come up with. She did have a nice tan, and there were no tan lines that I had seen. 

“Not a bad reply, and believe me I have heard a bunch. Most I didn’t even ask for.”

“Thanks. I guess I don’t know what is appropriate to say and not say. I mean, on one hand it is very personal, your body and parts that normally are covered, and public, in that you were not hiding anything.” I could feel myself turning red again. I hated that. “Then there’s the angle that you touched on, is what I say being interpreted as a complement or a crude comment or a pick up line. Then there is this whole thing about not being used to nakedness outside of private places like the bathroom or bedroom.”

“Let me guess, you don’t have a girlfriend, you grew up in a prudish or religious family, and you were a nerd in high school?”

“Ouch, how’d you know.”

“Well, you said you have an early class tomorrow. Only nerds would sign up for an early class on Fridays. The way you were looking at me in class, it was almost like you had never seen a girl naked before. Then there is the nervousness I sense in you that is not just from me seeing you naked or talking about it. It is like just being with me has you uncomfortable.” She had me nailed. “Am I any where near right?”

“Ya. I haven’t really had any girlfriends, just a few friends who were girls. I feel like I am back in high school. There was this one girl I had a crush, Christa, and we had the same math class together one semester. Every time I got near her I got nervous. Sometimes she would say hi when we were waiting to go in and I mumbled and bumbled like an idiot.” Oh, how I hated that. I could feel it all coming back. Major geekdom.

“Well, I don’t think you are an bumbling idiot. I kinda like it. It is refreshing, particularly with the way most guys are, all macho, thinking they are God’s gift to women and we should be falling all over them. Just relax and feel free to say anything, with in reason. I’ll tell you if you go too far. So, tell me more about yourself. What’s your major?”

“I am a double major, CompSci and Math, so the nerd thing runs deep. I am in my third year and on schedule to graduate next year. What about you?” Some how we had managed to down have our pints already.

“Oh, sounds like you are over at the university. You aren’t kidding about the nerd thing. I should have guessed from the computer tan. I am studying Business Accounting, here at Butte and plan to transfer to the university at the end of this year. I have most of my general ed. done. So, do you have your own computer or do you live in the lab?”

“I actually have a couple computers. A desktop and a laptop, so I avoid the lab. I can’t concentrate in there with all the other people making noise. Not to mention all those that wander around asking for help or trying to steal others’ work.”

“Hey could I used your computer to do some spreadsheets for my accounting class? I’m sick of doing the lab thing!”

“Sure, I’ll bring the laptop this weekend or you could come over. So, how did you get into modeling for Kate’s class?” 

“Well, first I was just a student. I signed up for the class not knowing really what it was, other than it counted for general ed. One day, the model didn’t show up. Kate had said at the beginning of the semester that if the model didn’t show, someone from the class would have to volunteer. She said she would do it, but then how could she get around the room to teach? Anyway, Kate asked for a volunteer and no one was responding, so I did. It wasn’t that big a deal. Growing up with hippie parents we did the nude thing all the time. I mean, if we went to the beach or camping it was always at a clothing optional place. My parents always sunbathe nude by the pool in our back yard, and even require anyone going in the hot tub not to wear a swim suit. Anyway, it was a little weird at first. Not knowing the other people, them not being nude too, and being inside. After that class Kate asked if I would like to model regularly.”

“So, how long has it been since that first time?”

“About a year now. I also model for a couple other classes, as well as some private studio stuff, mostly for the instructors. The private sessions pay better. If you’re interested, I might be able to get you set up with some sessions. It is easy cash for sitting or standing around for a while. The only hard part is if they make you stay still too long, but most of the experienced artists don’t care if you move a little to stay comfortable.”

“Sounds good, but I think I need to get past Tuesday before signing up for more. Heck, I still have to get past nudie day this weekend.”

“You’ll do fine. From what I saw you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about. It’s not like you are massively over weight or anything.” 

Our pints were almost empty, and Jen magically appeared, “Can I get you another?”

“Not this time Jen, thanks.” Kathy replied. “Hey, we are going up to the meadow lake Saturday. Do you want to come?”

“That sounds good. It has been a while since I got some rays. What time you going?”

“Haven’t decided, but I would say we should be catching rays by 10.”

“OK, I’ll see you there.” With that Jen headed to the next table.

“Do you think you can get to my place by 9 o’clock on Saturday?” Kathy asked me.

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“Cool, be sure to bring a beach towel and sun screen, not that 15 stuff either. You should use 8 or you will never get a tan. Pack a lunch or you can get something at the deli when we stop to get drinks on the way. We usually stay out there until four or five, so you could bring some homework or a book if you don’t plan to nap all day. Don’t bring too much, as we have to hike about half a mile to get to our spot.” 

I nodded and drained my pint. She finished hers too, and started to get up.




Art Model Ch. 02



My alarm woke me at the usual time, six thirty. That got me a shower while there was still hot water and a chance to get to my eight o’clock class on time. I started to get out of bed when I realized something was different. Oh ya, I was naked. Then I remember all that had happened the previous evening/night. Hmmm, should I make the short trip to the bathroom this way? Eric’s girl friend was most likely sleeping over, but I have never seen her up before I left in the morning. The same was even true for all my roommates, and their occasional “guests”. It was low risk so I decided to go for it. 

I opened the door and took three steps toward the bathroom, when the bathroom door opened. I hadn’t even noticed it was closed. I froze like a deer in the headlights of an on coming semi.

“Well, isn’t that special!” Annie said, absorbing the full frontal view. “I should get up early more often when I am here. I had no idea what I was missing!” Smiled and continued to check me out. She always talked about sex and Eric was always sharing how wild she was, but we all thought it was just talk.

“Good morning,” I said as casually as I could and contented toward her and the bathroom. I was embarrassed, but turning back wouldn’t take it back. Just press on and get into the bathroom as quickly as possible. As I was about to pass her, she reached out and grabbed my cock.

“Nice tool.” She gave it a couple of pumps as I reached down to release myself from her grip. “Maybe we could try it out sometime when Eric is away.” She smiled.

“I don’t think so,” I said as freed myself and continued to the bathroom.

She swatted my on the ass and said, “You don’t know what you are missing! Let me know if you change your mind.”

I slipped into the bathroom and closed the door. Fuck! That was not what I wanted to happen. Oh well, it was done now. I locked the door and resumed my normal morning routine, shower, shave, brush teeth, and comb hair, with a new twist - wear towel back to my room. I could just envision Annie standing their waiting. When I emerged there was no one in the hall.  I made it back to my room and off to class without further event.

I didn’t focus very well in class. I was reliving the previous evening, the incident of the morning, thinking about Kathy, and what tomorrow would hold. Dreading what flak I would get at home after Annie blabbed to everyone else. Class finally finished. Time was going by so slow. I went to the coffee shop and got a mocha, as usual. There wasn’t anything particular to do, other than kill time before my next class. The rest morning dragged out with my last class finally ending at noon I headed home. At least I didn’t have any more classes until Monday.

I walked in the door and found Annie stretched out on the couch. “Hi!” Said as I closed the door. “No one is here and Eric will not be back from class for an other hour. You sure you don’t want to fool around? I have been thinking about you all morning.”

“Uh, no. Thanks” I replied. Embarrassed, I ducked into the kitchen. I nuked up some leftovers for lunch, grabbed a beer, and headed up to my room. Seeing Kathy’s towel, I gathered up a load of laundry and returned down stairs and started it in the washer. Annie didn’t say anything as I returned back up stairs.

I closed my door, set my lunch on my desk, and turned the stereo on. Sitting at my desk I downed my lunch and the beer. I was busy doing nothing and thinking of Kathy and tomorrow. That jogged my memory as I saw my laptop, better plug it in and get a full charge on the battery so Kathy could use it tomorrow. I trundled down stairs again to dump my dirty plate in the dishwasher and grab another beer, hoping to avoid Annie in the process. I got lucky and made it back to my room with the beer and without any harassment from Annie. Parking myself on my bed I listed to the music from the local Rock station and polished off my beer. I thought about working on the programming project I had due the following Friday, but decided to take a nap instead. Stretching out I was asleep in a matter of minutes.

I heard a knock at the door, so got up and opened the door. Kathy was there, “I missed you and decided to drop by.” She pushed her way in and closed the door. She pushed me onto the bed and started to climb on top of me. There as a knock on the door again, this time louder. I opened my eyes. Dang, Kathy wasn’t there. It was just a dream.

“You in there Bill?” It was my roommate Matt.

“Ya, what do ya want?”

“We are going over to the O for drinks. You coming?”

I looked at the clock. Seven o’clock. Dang, I had slept all afternoon. “Ya, be down in a minute.” I climbed out of bed, looked down at my shirt. Not too wrinkled, no need to change. Wandering out of my room and to the bathroom I check my hair. Yup, bed head. I stuck my head in the sink, wetting my hear, and combing it out. That’s better, at least acceptable and I went down stairs.

“Hey, flasher!” It was Eric, obviously Annie had told him about this morning. “Trying to steal my girlfriend? All you have to do is ask!” I could feel face turning red with the embarrassment. I went to hide the laundry room and found my stuff already dried and piled in my basket. Although everything was wrinkled, at least they bothered to run it through the dryer.

Annie was nowhere to be seen. The sick thing was that Eric probably meant it. “No, you can have her.” Annie qualified as ‘cute’, being a little over weight, but was not as good looking as Kathy ... At least in my view.

“Oh, that’s right. Rick says you have a woman you are hiding from us. That Kathy chick? What’s the matter, is she dog ugly or something?” Rick started laughing, he was sitting on the couch with his girlfriend, Allison.

I must have been bright red by the time I said, “Geez, I just met her yesterday and had one lousy phone conversation. Heck, it’s not like I snuck her in here last night, bopped her brains out, and then snuck her out again... Like some people here.” I gestured to Eric and Matt. They had both done that, Eric almost getting busted by Annie. As far as I knew, she didn’t know about it yet.

“Let’s get over to the O before the lines get too long.” It was Matt. He was the most sympathetic in defending my virgin status and was in general, not as comfortable discussing or teasing about someone’s sex life. 

“OK, just don’t hide her from us too long. We to see what you have landed.” Eric said heading for to the door and pushing me forward.

“I don’t know that you deserve to meet her. You all are such sleaze bags you might scare her away!”

We all laughed and started the five minute walk to the bar. That was the end of my torture, as talk turned to gripping about class assignments and tests, who might be at the bar tonight, and what to do Saturday night. At the bar I ordered a burger and fries with my first beer, We staked out a table in our usual corner of the room. I was slow getting to the table, so I ended up with the seat facing the wall. So much for checking out the drunk bimbos. The mirror that covered the wall was so old and distorted it belonged in the hall of mirror for some circus.

The evening progress, like so many before. Round after round of beers were consumed, people we knew dropped by to chat, we speculated about the chicks by the bar. I was talking to Matt when a pair of hands covered my eyes. “Guess who,” was softly spoken into my ear. I could feel her head just over my shoulder. The female voice was familiar, but I wasn’t connecting. I could smell her perfume and I liked it. I pulled here hands down and turned to look. It was Kathy!

“Next time no cheating and you had better guess right!” She said as she stood up and smiled, leaving a hand on my shoulder. “Who are these guys you are hanging out with?”

“These are my roommates; Matt, Eric, and Rick. I haven’t seen you here before.” I tuned them out and focused on her.

“My roommate, Sarah, met a guy and was meeting him here for drinks, but didn’t want to go alone.” She pointed to a couple over by the bar. ”She is doing fine, so as the third wheel I was about to head home when I saw you. Mind if I join you for a bit, before I go?”

“No, not at all!” Eric, was all over it. Getting up to look for an extra chair.

“That’s all right, I’ll just sit here on Bill’s lap. OK?” Looking to me for confirmation.

I smiled like a stupid school boy and slid my chair back enough for her to drop into my lap. She set her beer down next to mine and draped her free arm around my shoulders.

My roommates were shell shocked and it showed on their faces.

“So you guys, what should I know about Bill here? I just met him yesterday and I’m not sure if I should trust him or not.”

Oh, shit! It was now open season on me. What crap did they have on me? I doubted that Matt would say or do anything very mean, but Rick and particularly Eric scared me.

True to form, Eric and Rick started in on me being a computer geek, recounted my night driving the porcelain bus, and then started making things up. Matt tried to help me deflect some of the lies, but Kathy seemed to see through it and giggled.

I never thought I would be happy to see Annie again, but she showed up. She winked at me in approval and after being introduced to Kathy, dragged Eric off to dance. I wasn’t sure if she really wanted to dance, or just wanted to get Eric away from Kathy. In either case I was glad he was gone. Matt shifted over to Eric’s chair, freeing up the seat next to mine for Kathy, but she reminded on my lap. Which was just fine with me. I was drinking the contact with Kathy and the scent of her perfume.

After another round of beers, Kathy announced “I have to get up early tomorrow, so I’ll be going. Bill, can you walk me to my car?” And she slid off my lap and stood up.

“Sure.” I said and stood up too.

“Nice to meet you guys, and thank for the dirt on Bill!” She turned and headed for the door.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” I said as I turned to follow her to her car. 

Just outside the bar she reached over and held my hand. Our pace slowed as we continued toward her car.

“I’m glad I saw you here. I’ve been thinking about you today.” She said, giving me a bump with her hip.

“Me too,” I said. “Even when I was napping this afternoon.” Oh shit, why did I say that. That was too much.

“Oh, really? You were dreaming about me? Tell me about it!”

“Actually, it wasn’t much. I dreamed that you knocked on my bedroom door, and when I opened it you pushed me on the bed. That’s when Matt woke me up to come here.”

“Come on, there had to be more to it than that!”

“OK, you closed the door and started to jump on top of me, but that was it. Honest.”

“Well, that’s a little better. At least I wasn’t a sex starved slut.” She smiled and leaned into me with her shoulder.

“So, what were you thinking of me today?” I asked.

“Promise you won’t freak on me?”

“Ya.”

“I was wondering what it would be like to sit on your lap and have you hold me in your arms. What it would be like to snuggle up with you on the couch and watch a movie. Stupid, romantic stuff.”

“That doesn’t sound so stupid to me. Actually, it was really nice to have you sitting on my lap. It surprised me, but I honestly liked it.”

We reached her car. With her free hand she fished her key from her pocket and unlocked the door. Looking me in the eye she asked “I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t miss it.”

She squeezed my hand, “OK, see you then.” And she got in her car and drove away.

I turned to go back inside, knowing the punishment I was about to get from my roommates. I walked in, straight back to the table, and sat down at the table.

Looking around, no one said a word until Matt opened his mouth. “Kathy’s a real catch. It seems like she really likes you. I hope it works out for whatever you two want.”

“She’s a lucky girl. I hope knows it and doesn’t let you go.” It was Annie. For all the joking around and the meeting the hall that morning, I never expected that from her.

I was dumbfounded, and a little scared. It wasn’t like these guys to be so serious. “Come on, lighten up. We only met yesterday.”

“Just don’t screw it up. You have a chance at something real and something good. Take it from me, I know from experience. One night stands are fun, but never touch what you can have in a real relationship.” Wow, that from Rick, Mr. One-Night-Stand himself.

“OK, I get the point.”

“So where did you meet?” Asked Matt.

“Would you believe at an interview for a modeling job over at the community college. For one of their basic art classes. I was interviewing with the instructor before class, and Kathy was the model for that night. The instructor had me stay to see what it was like, and Kathy and I ended up going out for an ale after class.”

“Oooh, ale. Fancy stuff. You mean we have been wasting our time in bars, drinking beer, trying to pick up on chicks, when we should have been hanging out in art classes over at the community college and drinking ale? Dang! I have to remember that one.” Rick said, and we all laughed.

We had another round of beers and then walked home. Annie came home with us and dragged Eric of to his room for some more “exercise.” The rest of us dropped down in front of the TV as Matt surfed for something anyone was interested in. I was hard to believe, but even on the pirated cable, premium channels and all, we didn’t find anything after half and hour of searching. I decided to call it a night and went up to bed.

I crawled in bed naked again, thinking of Kathy. Wishing that she were her to snuggle up with and hold. I thought I could still smell her perfume. I closed my eyes and could see her floating in the moonlight, standing in the moonlight wet from the water, stand on the platform smiling at me, and just sitting across the table from me drinking an ale. I couldn’t wait for the morning to come and I could see her again.

I woke to my alarm going off. Dang! I should have set it for seven thirty or eight, six thirty was too early for a Saturday morning. I reset the alarm and tried to go back to sleep. It wasn’t working, I just kept thinking about seeing Kathy. Wondering what would happen today. Finally at seven I gave up, turned off the alarm, and headed for the shower. This time I wore a towel, but this time there was no need.

I was down stairs watching cartoons and eating cereal by seven forty five. Annie came down stairs at about eight. She was wearing Eric’s robe, not an uncommon thing on weekend morning. The shocker was that took the robe off and stood before me nude. “Now we are even for yesterday morning, and just a peek at what you could have if Kathy doesn’t work out or you want a little on the side.” She put the robe back on. She didn’t look as bad as I had imagined. No rolls or ripples, just pudgy.

“Well, thanks, but you didn’t have to do that and you know I don’t fool around. Not to mention with my roommate’s woman.”

“You are a prude. Some day you will wake up and beg for it.” An she headed back up stairs.

A moment later Rick emerged from his downstairs bedroom. “What the fuck was that?” He said with a chuckle. “Did I hear right? Did Annie just come on to you? And what was that about yesterday morning?”

“Ya, you would think that the way Eric talks she would be more than satisfied. As for yesterday, she caught me walking from my room to the bathroom with nothing on. I wasn’t thinking, I mean no one around here has ever been up that early.”

“Oh, shit. You are never going to live that down. What are you doing up so early? You should be in bed dreaming about Kathy. I was.”

“I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. Anyway, I need to leave in forty five minutes anyway. Kathy invited me along to hang out with some of her friends at some lake.”

“Cool. Sounds like you two are really hitting it off.” Just then Melissa poked her head out of Rick’s door. She was one of Rick’s more regular “guests.”

“What are you boys doing?” She had one of Rick’s T-shirts on, like a nightshirt, and I wasn’t sure if she had much else on. From the little peaks on her chest, she was not wearing a bra.

“What does it look like? Watching TV and talking about Bill’s new girlfriend.’ Rick replied.

Melissa went to the kitchen and reappeared with a glass of orange juice, dropping down in the recliner of the end of the couch. As she folded her legs up on the seat, Rick and I got a clear view of her bush. No undies there! Either she didn’t care or didn’t know about her exposure, as we all just sat back and watched the tube.

As the ads started to run for the change of shows at nine o’clock I headed up to my room to pack my things for the day. I took all the notebooks and books from backpack and replaced them with my laptop, towel, bathing suit, Kathy’s towel, a novel, and the text book from the general ed. history class. Like I would really read the five chapters I was behind.

I returned down stairs to find Melissa curled up next to Rick on the couch. The shirt she was wearing and ridden up, showing of her legs and ass. And how nice they were!

“Hey, Bill!” Rick called out as I was about to step through the door.

I looked back over my shoulder, “Ya, what?” And Rick pulled up Melissa’s shirt, flashing her boobs at me. Ooo, those were nice too! I could see the tan lines from a bikini top on her round, full breasts. She didn’t do anything for a couple of seconds and I just soaked in the view, as Rick smiled.

“That’s enough!” Melissa finally said, pulling the shirt back down. “Any more and you will have to pay! Just like all the other perverts that come to watch me dance.” That was new information, she was a stripper.

I completed my exit and drove over to Kathy’s place. It was a little difficult finding the right apartment building in her complex, but I managed and finally climbed to the stairs to here second floor apartment. Knocking on the door, I waited a few seconds, and the door opened. It was Kathy in her silky red robe from the other night.

“Good morning! Come on in.” She said.

Entering I could see Sarah in the kitchen, over the counter top. She was wearing a bikini top and fixing something to eat.

“That is Sarah.” Kathy said pointing. “Sarah, this is Bill. He is coming with us today.”

“Hi, Bill. I saw Kathy sit with you for a while last night. Nice to actually meet you.”

“My other roommate, Carri, is still getting ready. Why don’t you come back to my room while we wait.” I followed her, still a carrying my backpack.

Here room was typical of a college coed; a desk, dresser, single bed.

“What did you bring?” She asked.

I sat on her bed and opened my backpack. As I did, she pushed the door mostly closed.

“I brought back your towel, clean.” I pulled it out and handed it to her. “My towel, swim suit, laptop, and a couple of books.”

“Well, I don’t think you will need your swim suit, unless you are giving up on nudie day. Why don’t we get started now?” She slipped off her robe and sat next to me on the bed. “Your turn. You can leave that here, right?” And she pull my swim suit out and tossed it to the corner of the room.

I sat there for a few seconds, totally not having expected this.

“Well?” She questioned. “Do you want me to help you?”

I snapped out of it. “Uh, just a sec.” And I pulled my T-shirt off and slid my shorts and underwear off. With that I sprouted a hard on. There I was sitting with only my shoes and socks on.

“Don’t worry about that.” Kathy said looking at my cock, “We’ll let you relax a bit before we go back out into the other room. It’s natural anyway, kind of a complement. At least that is how I will interpret it.” She smiled.

I was about to stuff my clothes into my backpack, when she said “You’ll only need your shirt, the rest you can leave here. If you need to cover up, a towel will do.” I hesitated a second, then tossed my shorts and underwear over with my swim suit.




Art Model Ch. 02



This is a true story which happened a few years ago. I tend to be conservative, but with a wild streak which once in a while reveals itself. Sometimes a very small choice to indulge my exhibitionist interests leads to additional small choices linked together to form one of my adventures. Just a warning, my stories are detailed and slow to buildup for some readers. In Chapter 1, I had taken the plunge and agreed to pose for the class. While having some second thoughts, I decided to go back for another session. 

*

My first experience posing nude in front of the art class had been exhilarating and I was already looking forward to the next session. 

Dr. Reynolds gave me a photo of the next session pose. The students would be painting, so there would only be one pose. He explained painting went much slower than the pencil drawings. It was a similar pose to my first one on the sofa, but I would be more on my side and more reclined. The photo was very attractive and I was already thinking about me in the pose.

He talked about a check for the evenings' work. I told him candidly I did not care about the money; it was not why I was modeling. Maybe the same reason people try skydiving, the feeling of excitement. Since I would be coming back, we both agreed he would accumulate the hours and we would take care of it later. I thanked him and went on my way, looking forward to Thursday.

When I got back to my hotel room, I surprised myself by falling asleep almost immediately. I was really tired from getting up early, but I thought the 'high' from the session would keep me up. 

I had a busy day at work on Wednesday and I ended up going to dinner with the company people that evening. I had a couple of glasses of wine at the hotel bar and ended up calling it another early night. Thursday during the day was much the same, very busy, but I did find my thoughts wandering to the evening modeling session. My work days usually fly by fast due to the hectic schedule and today I was very grateful as the anticipation was not too easy to handle. 

I went back to my hotel and took a quick shower as before. I took the time to put my hair up as Dr. Reynolds had requested -- "hair up but casual" was the suggestion. I put my underwear in my small duffel back along with a hair brush and a few other items and tried to figure out what to wear. A pair of khaki shorts and a pair of slip on sandals was easy; it was an appropriate top that took a little time. My breasts are large enough that typical golf shirts without a bra are quite a show. I did have a navy polo shirt which was a little heavier than others. I did not tuck it in to give it a looser feeling, but when my nipples were hard I had no doubt they would show up. For future trips, I would have to select some better tops. 

My arrival was more casual this time. I had learned the student's names and they were more comfortable around me, with greetings all around. At the previous session, I was more conscious of the age difference than they were. It was almost as if they thought I was younger than I really was, or they simply didn't care. Eric still seemed to be giving me the look as if flirting a little, but nothing overt. It was clear James was a shy person, but he also was beginning to open up more. 

Dr. Reynolds came in closing the studio door behind him so no one could look in. He seemed to take a quick inventory to see if everyone was present. 

"OK everyone, as you know we are moving on to canvas and paint this evening. So start getting prepared."

He then walked over, "Hi Beth. Welcome back."

We shook hands and I said, "Thanks for having me back."

I headed back to the dressing room to get ready, which is really not a lengthy process when all you have to do is kick off shoes and slip off shorts and a pullover top. I took a few seconds to check myself out in the mirror. I was not trying to be egotistical, but I thought to myself 'not bad'. I put on my robe and went out to the studio.

Dr. Reynolds was reviewing the basics with the class, "Take your time; paint is less forgiving. Frame out your overall concept in your mind and put some reference points on canvas. If you intend to emphasize the background or setting, you will still have to begin with the model. Many you would like to do a quick pencil sketch on canvas to get started, but each of you must find your own style, your own technique. Above all, don't worry about what the other students are doing, either how fast or how they begin."

He noticed me standing listening and nodded at me, which I understood meant to take my place. I turned my back as I dropped the robe, wondering how many were watching that part. I turned around and noticed Eric had appeared to be watching somewhat closely. While that was not surprising, I thought James might also have been paying close attention. 

The intended pose was reclined as the first one last time, but in this case I was to place some pillows out of sight and lay somewhat on my side from the waist down. However, my shoulders and back were turned about 45 degrees. Essentially I was reclining against the back of the sofa but my hips and legs were turned toward the students. Dr. Reynolds came over and made some small adjustments to my arms first and then my legs. He wanted my upper leg slightly over the other and he lifted my leg until he had it the way he wanted. From the photo I knew it looked good and appeared casual, but I also knew from my practice back at the hotel it was not actually too casual. 

He walked around the entire sofa subtly shifting arms and some of the pillows. As he adjusted some of them his hand was touching my back and butt although I had the feeling it was nothing deliberate. But this small touching certainly added to my sensitivities. 

Unless I closed my eyes, in this pose I could not avoid looking at the students. Clearly he wanted them to have my face and eyes a part of the photo. Dr. Reynolds did not want me to smile broadly, but to have a serene, subtle look as if comfortable and confident. 

With all of the setup out of the way, and the students starting their work, I had a moment to reflect on my attitude this session. I knew everyone was looking at my body. My breasts were completely open to view, but from this position, most of my pussy was obscured to them, maybe only a little bit of hair visible due to the way he had my legs arranged. 

My eyes moved to each student. All were mostly focused on their canvas's, glancing a lot in my direction but not staring except when they appeared to be looking at some particular feature, not necessarily looking at 'me'. Maybe some proportions or geometry rather than my body as the girls had similar expressions and focus as the guys. James' eyes and mine came together a couple of times with a little smile on his part as he saw me look at him. I could not read it exactly, maybe he was a little embarrassed I had noticed him looking, or he was just being polite. 

Dr. Reynolds was going from student to student, but he was whispering advice to each low enough to not distract the other students but also low enough I could not hear. Once when he was standing toward the back, looking at all of the student's progress collectively, I saw him look over at me with a big smile. I took it that he was pleased with the overall progress being made and was acknowledging my part.

This was a perfect time to do my own self analysis of the situation. What made me want to pose nude like this? Would I have really preferred the photography if anonymity was still assured? Would it be more fun to change poses every few minutes or even seconds? What part of this modeling was appealing? 

They say to thine own self be true; and I first had to admit this was not at all like going to nude beaches. There, part of the allure is simply practical. It is much more comfortable to not wear a bathing suit. I knew the other part was also that I enjoyed watching the nude bodies at the beach, both male and female. I liked admiring attractive people, sometimes comparing myself mentally to the women, sometimes imagining what the men and women were like. For myself, I also knew there was a sexual aspect to nude beaches. It did not mean I went to be picked up or meet someone, but I did like the temptations and stimulation even if I did not act on it. 

So what then made the nude modeling attractive? Would it have still been attractive if it had been in clothing, or in lingerie? I did not have all the answers yet, but I knew that indeed I did enjoy this type of modeling and it made me wonder if I was really an exhibitionist. Clearly part of it was uncomfortable to admit; but was egotistical in nature. I was proud of my appearance and body, and I was glad that others found me attractive. I enjoyed the thought my body might be having a reaction from those who were looking at me. Maybe a group this age was not my ideal audience, but I had not crafted the situation myself. 

I wondered whether the guys got horny looking at me or if this type of art was routine for them or if they had to concentrate on the job at hand. I wondered whether the female students imagined trading places or if they also just looked at the model as an object to draw or paint. I also wondered whether other people thought the way I did, or whether it was a small fraction of people in general. Clearly I had an exhibitionist streak, but I did not find it something to be killed off, but it did have to be controlled. Then I congratulated myself for taking the risk, as I was absolutely glad I had done it, but also I was happy I had found the right situation. 

Because I was reclining, I was not really in dire need of a break, but when I saw Dr. Reynolds point at the clock and then hold up two hands with fingers extended, he was asking silently if I could wait 10 more minutes. I nodded my head and he smiled. With my little self-psychology session, the time really went by fast. 

When break came around, I got up and stretched and I saw a few of the students watching that. I headed back to the changing area to get a drink and to walk around a little. 

Dr. Reynolds came in, "How are you doing Beth?"

"Good, thanks. How are the budding artists coming? Can I take a look?"

He said, "Not yet. A few are doing well, but I am deliberately letting some go off in poor directions so they can learn from it."

I did not really know anything about painting, so I really could not have an opinion, but I took his teaching technique on faith. 

I had not put my robe on as I stood there nude talking to Dr. Reynolds. It was a little interesting to be having this conversation in this way. However, it felt totally comfortable to be standing there fully nude. Maybe the Playboy photographers who see naked girls all day do not really get too caught up in the nudity after a while. I did wonder whether he was totally immune or deadened to nudity or not. Neither of us made an issue of it. 

He continued, "In a little while, I will let some of them go home once I point the starting errors. Some of the more advanced students will want to go farther."

We made it back into the studio where I resumed my pose. He was talking softly to the individual students. I could make out bits and pieces. It was clear he was very positive, very encouraging. I could hear him say to several he had noticed the problem, but wanted them to keep going so they could realize it themselves. I could see the good reception as the various students picked up on the advice and took it constructively. After about 20 minutes, there were only James, Eric and Amanda still painting. The others had packed up their things and left. 

Dr. Reynolds left them alone but observed their progress. After a time he sat down with a sketch book and looked to be doing his own pencil drawing. I wondered as a teacher if he was talented himself or was better suited to mentor the up and coming. 

We got to 9 pm with Eric and Amanda packing up. I got up and stretched a little. Dr. Reynolds asked me if I was tired or would I be willing to go a little longer. I didn't mind and they both kept at their work. 

We went another 15 minutes when Dr. Reynolds said he had to be going but didn't care if we wanted to continue. James looked over at me without saying anything, but it was clear he was not ready to stop yet. I said I could go a little while longer, maybe another 20 minutes. In truth I was hungry, but the aura of the modeling experience was still keeping me motivated. 

Dr. Reynolds said, "OK, but I need Beth for a minute James."

He motioned for me to come back to the changing area and said, "Can we do the check when you come back?" 

I said, "Sure, no problem. I told you before I didn't care about that."

He smiled, "Good. Thanks. Do you want me to give you the poses for next time? We are going to go back to pencil drawing."

I thanked him for mentioning it and he said he would be back with the photocopies. 

He said, "I will lay them on the bench. By the way, you did great tonight. I am really pleased."

It felt weird, but I really enjoyed the compliment and had an ear-to-ear grin as I thanked him. 

I walked back out and took my place as Dr. Reynolds left to get the pose photos. James was still painting; I suppose he had been painting the background.

Dr. Reynolds came back quickly so I surmised he had selected the poses well in advance. 

He said as he parted, "James, it is 9:25. I want you to stop at 9:45 latest or we are going to scare Beth away. You don't want that, do you?"

It was clearly rhetorical as he was smiling as he said it to James and me. After he left, I said, "James, the only rule if you want me to stay later is you have to talk to me. Will that be a distraction?"

He smiled again, "Not if it will keep you here longer."

It was very interesting. He was a polite kid, but very shy. Talented for sure, but not very experienced was my guess.

I said, "So tell me about yourself."

He was not going to make it easy, as he said, "Sure, what would you like to know?"

I said, "I don't know, tell me the statistics first, where are you from, etc."

He sort of paused and thought about it, I sensed he could not easily carry on the conversation without being distracted, but maybe that was part of the experience too. 

So I asked, "So how long have you been interested in art? How do your parents feel about it?"

That question seemed to trigger a response, "Well, good question. I have loved art all my life, but my Dad and I have a deal that he will pay for art school if I also take business classes."

I said, "That is very interesting. How do you feel about that deal?"

He responded, "Oh, I don't mind. He could be right about needing to have a real job someday to pay the bills. The other classes are interesting too."

"Good for you. That is a great attitude."

He came back with questions of his own. I described being a scientist and what I was doing in Florida. He seemed really surprised to find out my age, which did not surprise me as many people routinely have me pegged several years younger. And he seemed impressed by my 'credentials'

"Wow. It is really cool you are a scientist. I never would have guessed that. What made you decide to model?"

I answered truthfully it was a bit of a whim, a bit of a fantasy, but also that I had been enjoying it. We continued the dialog on small matters while we went past our 9:45 pm curfew. 

I said, "James, I don't mind staying late with you. I was really impressed with your work and I never expected that reaction, but we really need to go. I have to get up early and I am starving."

I had been friendly as I said it and I got up to stretch. He was looking at me smiling as he said, "Sorry, I forgot. I could go for hours more. This is really great."

I replied, "OK, then, next time." 

He smiled and started putting away his things. I asked if I could take a look yet and he said, "Not yet, but you can look next time." 

I took it in two ways. First, he really was not ready. Second, he was beginning to lose some of the shyness and was starting to open up."

I replied, "OK, but if I find out you are doing tic-tac-toe so you can look at a nude model, I am going to kick your butt!"

He understood I was joking, and he laughed as he replied, "Well, it might be worth it."

I smiled as I walked back to get dressed. I was looking at the new poses Dr. Reynolds had left for me as James knocked on the door. I had not closed the door as house rules, so he had poked his head in. 

He replied, "Oops, sorry. I thought you would be dressed by now. I'll come back."

I cut him off, "That's all right. You can come in. I suppose it does not make sense to be too modest. It is not like you haven't seen me already."

He said, "I just wanted to thank you for staying late. This is kind of a new experience for me and ......."

He didn't finish the thought, but I appreciated his courtesy.

"It is a little new for me too James."

I was still nude, but I reached down and put on my bra as we talked. He was standing in the doorway, but he was looking down at the floor. Clearly he felt this was awkward.

I tried to put him at ease, "If you want to wait outside it is up to you, but you standing there does not bother me."

He lifted his head slowly to look at me. It struck me as odd in a way, but not unusual, about his attitude. I have been told by men at nude beaches that it is a big thrill to watch a woman who is dress come on to the beach and strip. They still enjoy looking at a nice looking nude body, but it is compelling to watch the same woman dress and undress. I wondered if that was what was making James fumble. 

He smiled but it was not the casual banter we had previously. I slipped on my thong while he watched. He was still quiet, but I was fairly confident I had got it right about what he was thinking. 

In all my self-awareness from the session, I had not predicted this sort of a situation. If I was right about it, he would have a lot going through his mind, all awkward. I was not really sure how to deal with it. I wanted him to be at ease, but it was not really clear how to do that. 

I also realized this was touchy on several levels. We had bonded a little already and I did not want to wreck that. The truth of the matter was I had not anticipated the exhilaration from the results of the drawing-painting. I had correctly assessed I would get a high from the modeling itself, but I was also drawn to the lasting results. And out of the class, this young kid was the best and had done the work I found most interesting. But even though I looked young and he was a college student, it was also a fact I was 12 years older. There was one of those awkward silences in the air as I stood there in my underwear. 

I tried to break the tension, saying, "So James, you were totally fine when I was nude, but now you are clamming up as I get dressed. What's the deal?"

I suppose he was more perceptive than I had guessed, as he smiled finally and said, "Well, if you want to get nude again, I certainly won't complain."

Well good, at least we had overcome that phase. 

I said, "You rat. You are going to have to work for that privilege. I expect to see some art first."

I reached down and pulled on my shorts and fastened the belt. We both laughed. 

I said, "Did you see next time's poses yet?"

He said no, and I pointed to the photocopies, "Take a look if you want."

He came in to view them as I put on my shoes. He seemed to be grateful for an excuse to come in the room without having to be blatant. I could tell he was half-heartedly looking at the poses as he was trying to be nonchalant about watching me. 

I stood up next to him while he inspected the poses and I looked on. 

I said, "Nothing special, I think Dr. Reynolds wants to keep you all focused on the classic poses and art progression."




Art Model Ch. 02



To my great surprise, James replied, "You will make them special."

I could feel myself blush as the degree of the compliment set in. I wondered if he even understood how perfect a statement that was. 

I was silent for a moment, and then said, "That is an unbelievably nice thing to say. Thank you. That makes it all worth it."

He had deeply touched me. I felt suddenly very emotional, which is odd for me. 

He stood there silently, but without being obvious I noticed he was looking at my breasts. I had put on a black bra with minor push up. It did not take too much effort to have cleavage for me, but certainly this one did the job. 

Thank goodness, that brought me back to ground. I could deal with a guy checking me out, even under these circumstances. The reality was I could have easily had gotten fully dressed while we had discussed the photos with the poses, but it was a bit of a tease on my part and a bit of a hopefulness on his part. 

I sat down without putting on my polo shirt. I had also brought a black tank top in my bag and I had decided to put it on instead. But as I sat on the bench I saw that James had a pretty good tent on the front of his shorts. 

What is the matter with me? Should that be surprising? Here we have a young guy probably not that experienced with girls based on his shyness and appearance. He just came off that way to me. He had been looking at me nude for both sessions, maybe having fantasies about the 'nude model.' It was possible he had even developed a crush. And to be honest, I had to admit I had enjoyed the exhibition. Even more honestly, I had to admit I enjoyed the effect I could have on men in general. 

In some respects, it made it easier to know he had the same thoughts as every other guy. The art modeling was new to me, but dealing with guys was not.

I stood up, "So which pose should we start with next time?"

The answer was not really important and his response was not really memorable. Something about whatever Dr. Reynolds decided, which of course was true. He seemed to be more interested if we could continue on the painting pose afterward.

I said, "I don't mind, I am looking forward to seeing your work when you approve. But I will miss our 'private posing' a little too. Maybe others will want to stay too."

James seemed a little troubled by that thought and said, "Well, I enjoyed the after session too. I had not thought about whether others would want to join."

I said, "Don't worry about that, I am sure we will have our time too."

He looked up and I thought he was really a sweet kid, maybe naïve, but also very innocent. 

I walked over to the bench and selected the black tank top and slipped it on. I packed up my duffle bag as he waited. He was standing in the doorway as I hit the light switch for the changing room. The main studio light was still on behind him. 

I moved toward the door as he stood there still. 

I said softly, "James, you are going to be seeing a lot more of me, but we need to go for now."

I moved close, "Time to go."

I moved past him and he followed. I asked him how he was getting home as it was late. He had walked so I offered to give him a ride. He turned out the rest of the lights and locked the studio door as we walked out together. I knew there was still a tension but I had not thought this through well enough to know what I wanted to do. 

He said, "Make sure you have everything. I don't have the key, so when we walk out we can't go back in."

I thought I had everything, but it was a good idea to check as I had been distracted while packing up to go.

I said, "Good idea."

I walked back to the changing room and turned on the light. I looked around with my back to the door, hearing that James had followed. I went through my duffle bag checking and I then looked around the room. 

When I was sure I had everything, I flicked out the light again and moved closer to the doorway where he was standing. I realized he was tense, hopeful too, but also shy. I knew it was up to me to get us out of there, but I was also enjoying the subtle flirting. It would have been interesting to know what he was thinking. My actions could have been considered to be teasing him somewhat, which was not my intention, maybe better described as sort of letting him enjoy the situation.

I could see his silhouette, but I bumped into him as I reached the door.

I said, "Oops, sorry".

He had raised his hands to catch me. His left hand was at my waist and his right hand held my arm toward the shoulder. 

My hands were on his waist and I said, "I am going to need a crash helmet if we walk around in the dark like this."

He laughed, "Well, I actually think it was my fault. I should not have been blocking the doorway."

I replied, "No blood, no foul. We'll let you slide this time, but don't let it happen again or I'll make you stay late after class next time."

I playfully slapped him against the side of his waist.

He got the irony since it had been his idea to stay after class and I knew this 'punishment' was a treat. It was dark, but my eyes were adjusting and I could see he was smiling. But I also realized he had pulled his hands back. 

I had already determined he was very smart from our earlier discussions, as well as talented. 

But I noted the wit within his next comment, "If I get to stay after class next time for this, I'll have to figure out another way to knock you over." 

I replied in kind, "I see I am going to have to reassess the concept of reward and punishment with you."

I shifted my feet just a little but the effect was his forearm brushed against the side of my breast. He immediately drew back his arm but his hand was still touching my waist.

He said, "Sorry."

His brief touch had given me goose bumps. It was a little awkward as we stood there. I moved my hand from the side of his waist so that my palm was flat on his upper stomach.

I patted him as I said, "Hey, relax. No big deal. We have been working in close quarters in a very unusual situation. I'll let you know if I there is a problem. You are a very polite person. I like that."

He smiled again and as we shifted, I felt his hand move just a little upward where his finger was lightly touching the underside of my breast. He had been subtle about it, so it could seem like it was by accident. 

But I knew it was not an accident and when I pulled back he did not lower his hand as he had before. I caught the change in situation. He had taken a bit of initiative, but he had not been bold about it and I guessed he was being very alert for my reaction.

I still had my right hand palm flat against his stomach and my left hand rested on his upper arm where his hand was brushing against me. We had essentially been touching each other this way for only about 15 seconds after the first instance where I had bumped into him. It would have been easy to pull back from him but I did not and instead gave his arm a soft squeeze.

He was still slow and tentative and I knew he was looking for a reaction from me. 

He must have paused for about 10 seconds and then I felt his arm pull back so that his hand was now touching the side of my breast where his wrist had been.

Probably both of our eyes had adjusted to the dark and we were looking at each other. It was at that moment he leaned down to kiss me. I did not pull away. 

My whole body tingled as our lips met. It was clear to me he was not very experienced at any of this, but he was very tender and careful. As with everything else, he was being respectful. I felt the touch of his warm mouth and just tried to enjoy the moment. He was delicate with his mouth, still tentative.

Our mouths opened and our tongues met, still very gently. At that moment I felt his hand move over to cup my breast. Forgetting him for the moment, I was fully aware the two modeling sessions had made me very aroused. As he started to squeeze me, I felt extremely hot. 

I pulled back my head to look at him, but he took that the wrong way. He sharply pulled his hand back as if I was stopping him.

I looked into his eyes and smiled at him. I pulled his hand back to my breast and said, "James, it's OK."

I leaned back toward him and we again kissed. Our kiss was a little hungrier this time, but still gentle. He was inexperienced but perceptive. His hand began softly squeezing my breast. 

I let him explore me at his own pace now and it was not long before he had both hands on my breasts and I kept both hands on his upper arms. 

I felt him get more confident and his right hand slid down where he lifted up the bottom of my tank top with his fingers. When I felt his touch on the bare skin of my waist, I felt a shiver run through me. 

He paused again as if waiting to see if I would object. When I squeezed his arm and smiled, he smiled back and I felt his hand rise under my tank top now touching my skin directly. 

I pushed him back a little without removing his hands. He lowered his right hand to the bottom of my tank top while he continued to cup my breast with his left hand. He started to lift up my top very slowly again watching for objection from me.

He saw I did not mind and he lifted the top over my bra.

I whispered, "Would you like me to take this off?"

He nodded and I pulled away enough where he helped me lift it over my head. I tossed it on the bench. Maybe it was a little late, but I thought about what I was doing. I thought about the age difference. While he was much younger than me, he was not 'too young'. I liked the artist personality, intelligent and quiet. I liked that he had been courteous and respectful and that he had been cautious about recognizing my limits. But I also knew this would not be looked upon well by others and I wanted to make sure he was discrete. 

I stood before him wearing my shorts and bra. I moved back closer to him and his hands went to my waist and mine to his shoulders. I looked directly into his eyes and I was not smiling. 

"James, we need to have an understanding. You cannot say anything about this to anyone. No bragging, no stories, nothing. Do you agree?"

He looked very hurt, "You did not have to say that. Of course I say anything."

He looked very sincere and I smiled, "I know, or I would not have allowed this, but I had to be sure."

He hugged me very closely, directly against him, and I returned the embrace. We just held each other for a minute. I let go first and pulled back a few inches.

I gave him a big smile after I felt his hand rise to squeeze my breasts. He had slipped the finger of his right hand under the cup of my right breast as I faced him. He took that as acceptance and soon he had put his hand under the cup to feel my breast directly.

My nipples had been hard since the very beginning and I again got goose bumps as he squeezed my breast. He was looking down intently when I reached up to pull his hand out. He looked up at me. As I turned my body around, he quickly understood and reached around to unhook my bra. He fumbled for a second before getting it undone. I reached up to hold it in place with my crossed arms and turned to face him. 

He stood watching as I exposed my breasts to him. Obviously he had seen them before, but not in this context and I understood the changed dynamic. As he started to reach up, I playfully turned my back to him and crossed my arms to cover them again. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms together around my stomach, his chest pressed against my back. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and he kissed my cheek. His hands were moving all over my stomach but I had not removed my arms from covering my breasts, so he was blocked initially. He crossed his arms over mine and gave me a wonderful embrace just holding me against him for several seconds. 

I relaxed and lowered my arms and his hands quickly reached up to cup both of my breasts from behind. It felt absolutely wonderful. 

He was alternately massaging them or even playing with my nipples but he was very gentle about, maybe being even a little afraid of being too rough. I reached up at one point to cover his hands with my own and squeeze harder. 

After that he also understood he could be more firm. As we stood against each other this way I had felt his hard dick against my butt. Of course he had been aroused by all of this and I was wet also.

I turned around to face him, "So, what do you think? Are they as nice as the other girls?"

This was a bit of a rhetorical question as I knew my natural 34C's had never failed to get compliments. 

"Are you kidding, they are fantastic."

With that I lifted his hands up to squeeze them while I faced him. He was playing with them at his own pace. He had been looking down at them and I noticed at one point he moved a little farther back from me and bent his head and shoulders down a little closer. 

I had expected this and knew what he wanted. I reached up and put my hand around his neck and pulled his head down. 

His mouth went immediately to my nipple and he started to take a lot into his mouth and suck. This was perhaps the first time he had gotten a little to rough.

I whispered down, "Gently."

He got the message and then began sucking more softly. His hand reached up and was rubbing my other breast while he alternately licked and sucked my breast. I was really turned on by all of this and I rubbed my hand across his back over his t-shirt. 

I left him alone to enjoy my breasts for a few minutes when I lifted his head up to mine. We kissed again briefly and then stood facing each other. 

I said, "It's about time I was not the only topless person in the room James."

While speaking I had reached down and lifted up his t-shirt while he looked in my eyes. He had this look of confusion as I lifted it higher and ran my palm over his stomach and chest. He raised his arms and I got it over his head. 

My eyes had adjusted, but the room was still dark and I could not really describe his body other than to say he was lean and on the skinny side. I could tell he had essentially no hair at all on his chest. I loved the smoothness.

We hugged again but it felt different as my bare breasts pressed directly against his bare chest. 

When we drew back this time I looked directly into his eyes while I rubbed my hands against his chest. My left hand was laid flat against his chest and not moving. With my right hand, I traced my fingertips over his shoulder, neck and upper chest as he watched me. He had his hands loosely at his side. 

My look into his eyes was intended to make him passive for the moment while he waited and watched.

I continued to trace little circles on his skin moving a little bit lower each time. He seemed to have goosebumps too while I did this.

I smiled and said, "Are you ticklish?"

He smiled and said, "A little. But I like it."

I smiled back and lowered my hand to his lower stomach and then to the side of his waist. He had on baggy blue shorts with no belt. His t shirt had hung over the top of them, but the waist band was loose in the style of the younger crowd. So when I felt around the belt line at his waist as I lowered my hand, I first felt the waistband of his underwear and the shorts were hanging a little lower. 

I playfully pulled and snapped the band, not enough to hurt but good enough to make him laugh. 

While that was exactly the response I expected, his expression changed suddenly when I put my fingers inside the band of his undies at his side but then gradually slid them around to the front. My fingers were only under the band to the first knuckle, but he shuddered for a moment. 

"I think you are more than just a little ticklish James."

He gave a weak attempt at a smile as I did it again. I had been looking at his eyes the whole time of this, but now I looked down and saw he had a nice bulge going on down there. 

I lowered both of my hands down and found the top button of his shorts and quickly unsnapped it. I came closer to him now and put both my hands on his chest. I lowered my right hand slowly down his stomach and then slipped my fingers under the waistband of his underwear and now loose shorts. As I lowered my fingers further, I soon found the hard head of his dick which was pointing straight up at me.

As I touched him, I felt him tense up. I kept my fingertips gently against the head, but I stopped moving them.

"Are you OK James?"

I was not at all surprised when he replied, "I can't believe this is happening."

I smiled and removed my hand from inside his shorts. I then lowered it over the outside of his shorts until I found his hard dick. I ran my hand up and down his length a couple of times and then looked up at him.

"Are you still OK?"

His response was to reach up and squeeze my breasts with a big smile on his face.

I looked down to find his zipper and his shorts quickly dropped down to the floor. I then lowered his boxers, having to pull them carefully over his hard dick. He stepped out of his shoes, shorts and underwear and was now standing completely nude in front of me. I reached down and began to stroke his dick. He closed his eyes and started to moan.

He was absolutely rock hard and I knew he would not hold out long. I leaned forward to give him a light kiss on the lips and then lowered my mouth to his neck and shoulder while I gently stroked him. 

He seemed to figure out what was coming as I lowered my head further to kiss his chest. I lightly licked his nipple for a short time and then slowly moved down his stomach, sometimes kissing, sometimes licking. 

I then knelt down in front of him, pulling his shorts and underwear under my knees for some padding against the hard floor. His dick was sticking straight out from his body.

James was not big, but not small either. I would say average length and thickness, maybe about 5 or 6 inches. He had very little pubic hair what was present was thin and soft. 

I reached my hands around the back of his lower thighs as I then looked up at him. He was intently staring down at me.

I gave the tip of his dick a few light licks and then looked up and smiled at him. 

He then smiled back, that same innocent look I had seen before. 

I put my lips around the head and gave a small suck and then very slowly lowered my mouth. I was trying to go very slowly, pausing at maybe every half inch or so to gently suck him. I got maybe about 4 inches this way when I had to pause and relax my tongue and throat to avoid a gag reflex. When that had passed, I moved still farther down where I got to my limit. But really I had taken the entire length.

I paused again at this point and heard James moan and then I raised my head off. I then lowered back down and started to suck him more vigorously. I lifted my hands lightly up the back of his thighs and I felt him tense up from my semi-ticklish touch. When my hands reached his ass, I squeezed and pulled him closer to me. 

I had tasted some pre-cum the second my tongue had first licked the head and he was now throbbing. I felt his hands move to my head, but he was not trying to pull me down harder, but gently push me away.

I heard him gasp, "Beth......"

I knew he was trying to tell me he was going to cum. But I kept sucking and holding his ass when I felt the first spurt. His cum tasted sweet instead of salty and I again heard him groan as I felt another shot in my mouth. 

I was not sucking now, but I still had my lips and tongue over his cock as I enjoyed the taste of his cum. I gently lifted my head off and then started to lick the tip with my tongue while I stroked the shaft. Every now and then I would take the head into my mouth and suck off the little bits of cum still remaining. 

James was just starting to relax as I swallowed his cum and then took his still hard dick back in my mouth. 




Art Model Ch. 02



I was gentler now with my sucking as I gradually felt his cock start to soften, which is always one of my favorite parts.

I finally lifted my head and looked up at James who was now looking straight down at me intently. 

I smiled at him and said, "Have I now demonstrated the reward and punishment concept?"

He let out a big laugh and said, "Yes, ma'am."

I took the head of his dick in my teeth and gave a gentle bite, "You call me ma'am again and this bite will not be gentle!"

He laughed, "OK, OK, I won't do that again."

I stood up and faced him. He had a big wide grin on his face. 

I asked, "So, do the other models do that as well?"

I was not serious and he understood I was joking. 

He said, "Seriously, I don't know what to say. That was fantastic." He paused for a few seconds thinking and then continued, "Thank you."

I said, "I am sure you have had a lot of that before."

James came back with, "I won't lie. I have been with girls before, but you would be surprised at how few times, and never like that."

"You have never had a blow job before?"

He said, "I have, just never that good. The girls I have been with who did it did not enjoy it the way you do."

I smiled, "I did enjoy that. You are right. That's what you get for looking at an older woman."

I gave his now soft dick a little squeeze and said, "OK though, we have got to get going. I have an early flight in the morning."

He gave me a big hug and again said, "Thank you."

He picked up his clothing to start getting dressed, but I stopped him and said, "First I want to switch on the light."

I flipped the switch and he stood there looking embarrassed, with a sheepish expression.

I told him that I liked his body -- lean and smooth.

We quickly got dressed and headed out. We went out to my car and he guided me to his dorm. I reiterated the need to not mention what had happened to anyone. But while I drove him, I did not stop him while he put his hand on my thigh and stroked my leg. 

"That's OK, but I do want you to know that I have a boyfriend, so I don't want to give you any wrong idea. This was great tonight, but it needs to be our little secret."

He had clearly gotten confused by everything that had gone on and I could see his apprehension. To ease his discomfort, I slid my hand over to his lap and rubbed his upper thigh.

"But I am coming back. I want to see your painting finished." 

I looked over at him and smiled. He reached up and squeezed my breast, so I knew he had understood my mixed signals did not mean he was cut off. 

He smiled and looked back as he walked away. I gave him a wave and took off. I was very hungry by this time and picked up some fast food and went back to my hotel where I crashed immediately. I was still tired when the alarm went off and I had to pack for my flight. This is the part of traveling I hate the most. I ended up sleeping for most of my flight back.

The best part about having a busy job is the days go by really fast. My 'modeling job' was not far from my thoughts though, or the 'private session' with James afterward. 

I wanted to clarify my own thinking about what had happened with him. I was very aware of our ages. Not only was there a fairly large age difference, but he was also very young. I had not decided yet whether that was going to be a one night stand or whether I would have another encounter with him. There was a certain appeal to someone so inexperienced. I could not only fulfill his fantasies but I was also heightening the entire experience for myself. On the other hand, his innocence was not something to be played around with and I knew I would want to be careful.



Art Model Ch. 03



Going inside, Kathy says "You had better get some lotion on that sun burn. Come back to my room and I'll help you." 

I followed her back to her room. "Let me have your damp towel, I'll hang it out to dry." I handed her my towel. "Why don't you take off your shoes and shirt, and I be back in a sec with some lotion." Without waiting for a response she disappeared out the door and down the hall. She returned to find me sitting on the edge of her bed, shoes and shirt piled in corner with the rest of my discarded clothes. She was nude again, having hung out her towel and top. I reached out for the lotion she had brought back. 

"No, no. I am going to help you. Lay down on the bed." I laid down, backside up. She dribbled the cold lotion on my back, butt, and legs and then started rubbing it in. As before, it was a full on massage, not a simple application of lotion. "Now you owe me another one." She said.

"I don't know that I will able to repay you. I've never given anyone a real massage, so it might not be very relaxing."

"That's OK. With a little practice you will learn. Basically just repeat what I am doing, and of course do what is requested. Oh, and just because I say I like something or it feels good, doesn't mean do it more now. Wait a bit before repeating and just take it as a complement." A few minutes later, "Roll over, so we can finish up." I rolled over and started to sit up. "Just lay down and let me do this." As she gently pushed me back down with a hand to the chest. I dropped back with my head on her pillow. "Just close you eyes and relax."

As I closed my eyes I felt the stream of the cool lotion drizzled around my chest, down my stomach, across my cock, and then down and up each leg. Kathy started on my chest and worked down. Reaching my lower stomach I involuntarily twitched. "That tickles!"

"I am not doing it on purpose. Just relax and trust me." She stayed in that area for a while longer until I stopped squirming. With one hand still on my stomach Kathy slid the other down to my cock. Gently stroking it, solidifying my hard on, then fondling my balls, eventually just roaming around my crotch. No one had ever touched me their before, except the nurse practitioner that did a testicle exam, but this was so much different. It felt great, but not overtly sexual like the stuff in porno flicks that Rick rented. 

"That feels great, a fantasy come true." I said softly.

"I'm glad. I hoped you would like it. Are there any other fantasies I should know about?" Then she moved down my legs.

There was a knock at the door. I opened my eyes and started to get up, but the door was closed and Kathy pushed me back down. "You guys want to get pizza with us?" Called Sarah through the door."

"Just a sec!" Said at the door Kathy. Then softly "what do you think?"

"Sounds good to me."

"What kind do you like?"

"Combo or pepperoni, anything but Canadian bacon and pineapple."

"Hmm, I don't know. That's my favorite." And she poked a finger in stomach. "We'll go for a combo!" Kathy announced to the door.

"OK, I'll call it in." Came back from the door.

"We have some time for you to practice you massage technique before it gets here." She said and kissed me. "Time to trade places." As rolled across me on to the bed, then starting to push me out.

"Hey! I was comfortable there!" I protested, as fell to the floor.

Picking myself up I saw that she had taken my spot, laying there on her stomach. "The lotion is there." She pointed barely lifting her finger to point, and looking at me out of the corner of her eye. 

I picked up the lotion and then brushed her hair off her shoulders. I put some lotion on my hand, after putting the bottle down, rubbed my hands together to warm the lotion. Putting my hands on her shoulders felt surprisingly good to me. I repeated what she had done for me, only stopping to get a bit more lotion from time to time. I worked my way down her back toward her ass. 

"You're good a this! I think you lied about not doing it before. Don't for get my sides." I had avoided her sides, not wanting to touch her breasts. I know it sounds stupid, but I didn't feel comfortable doing it. It was almost like trying to get a cheap feel off some drunk chick at a crowded party.

"OK, how's this?" And I ran my hands up her sides and gently kneaded her sides on the way back down.

"I don't know, do it again..." The tone and softness of her voice indicated that she did like it.

When I finished the second trip down her sides I ran my hands over her lovely, perfect, firm ass. Lingering there for a minute before moving down her equally lovely, smooth legs. She must have shaved that morning, there was no stubble that I could feel. Working my way back up her calves and thighs I kept going right up to her shoulders.

She roll over to her back, smiling at me. In a strange way I was a little disappointed. I was actually starting to genuinely enjoy massaging her and admiring her physical beauty. "Pizza should be here soon, and I want to finish both sides."

I smiled back and gave her a kiss. I prepared my hands with lotion and started on her neck and upper chest. Hesitating on the move down to her breasts. "It's OK," she whispered with eyes closed, sensing my hesitation. "I want you to touch me." I moved my hands down over and around her breasts. Never having access like this before I absorbed the sensations, closing my eyes and just letting my hands roam. It was exciting. "That feels good," she encouraged.

"Ya, it does." I replied, opening my eyes and moved my hands down her stomach, out and up her sides to her breasts again. Down her stomach, out around her hips, and in around her neatly shaved V of pubic hair. I moved my hands along the hair line and down the inside of her legs.

"That's nice." She whispered, opening her legs slightly. Pausing to get more lotion I continued down her legs and back up to her waist again. She opened her eyes and reached up, clasping my head in her hands, and pulling me in for a kiss. "That's enough massage for now." I collapsed on top of her and then rolled next to her in bed. We snuggled and kissed.

"You never told me if there you had any more fantasies." Kathy finally said.

"I told you one of mine, I think you should tell me on of yours before you hear another of mine." I countered.

"Ooo, I'll have to think about that," as she flashed a devious smile. 

There was a knock at the door, "Pizza is here, if you two are at all interesting eating." It was Carri this time, and we could here her footsteps as she walked away.

Kathy started to get up, but held on to her. "You're not going anywhere until I hear your fantasy!" She struggled a bit, not getting anywhere, smiling and giggling the whole time.

"OK! I have one that repeats, but with the roles alternating. I am tied to a bed like this," and she stretches her hands and feet towards the corners of the bed. "Then the guy uses a small paint brush to paint on me, like clothes. After he finishes, he makes me walk around in a public place to see if anyone notices that I am nude, except for the paint. When I think of the roles reversed I like it too, but it makes it obvious for people to recognize he is nude. If you know what I mean."

"Hmmm, I guess that is good enough to get you a slice." And I gave her a kiss.

We got up and headed out to the other room. Paul and Carri were sitting on the couch, eating pizza in the nude. Jen was also on the couch eating, but had her shorts and bikini top on. Sarah was in the kitchen getting a beer from the fridge, and was wearing shorts and her bikini top. Kathy and I grabbed plates and pizza from the kitchen counter and headed for the living room. The only open seats were the floor and a recliner. Kathy directed me to the recliner and then sat on my lap.

"My, my! Aren't you two cozy! Gee honey, remember when we were like that?" Carri said.

"Were we like that?!" Answered Paul, jokingly.

"Ya, and maybe worse!" Sarah shouted from the kitchen.

Kathy just turned and kissed me. 

"All right. Enough of that." Jen chided, and clicked on the TV with the remote.

Kathy and I finished off our pizza. She got up to get us seconds. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'll have a beer, thanks." I replied.

"Anyone else want something?" Kathy asked, almost to the kitchen. 

"I'll take a beer, served by a naked Sarah." Replied Paul. Carri gave him an elbow to the ribs.

"I can handle the first part, but the second is out of my control." Said Kathy.

There was some whispering in the kitchen, then Kathy returned with my beer and one for herself.

"Hey, where's mine?" Whined Paul.

"Coming!" Sarah called. We all turned to see her walking toward the living room, balancing a can of beer on her head. "How's this?" She still had her clothes on.

"Good if you are in finishing school or trying out for the circus." Replied Paul.

Sarah stopped in front of the TV and started swaying, while keeping the can on her head. "Pay attention! You will only get this once!" She carefully slipped her shorts off, leaving only her string bikini. The can started to slip, but she caught it and rebalanced it. Continuing, she untied the her top, so that it was just hanging from her neck. As she moved, the top still clung to her tits, keeping them covered. As she turned her back to the "audience", I could see her nipples poking at the cloth. With her back to us, she finished removing her top and tossed over her shoulder to the floor.

"You go girl!" Called out Jen. There were a few whistles and hoots from the rest.

Sarah slowly turned back toward us, rubbing her hands over her tits like a stripper. She was really hamming it up. The beer was less stable and she kept having to catch it. 

"Hey, quit poking me!" Kathy whispered in my ear. I was getting a hard on from Sarah's display, and glad that Kathy was sitting on my lap, thus hiding my reaction from the others. I looked her in the eye as she flashed me a teasing smiled. I looked over at Paul, he was having a similar response and Carri had a hand holding him down.

Sarah seemed to be getting into it. Finally she just set the beer on the TV. There was a flash that caught me by surprise. It was Jen with a camera. Sarah paused, then continued. Again she turn her back to us. This time she bent over to show off her ass, rubbing her ass she then pushed the material together so it gathered in her crack like a thong. There were more flashes as Jen documented Sarah's show. Wiggling her ass, Sarah now slipped her bikini bottom off, clearly displaying her pussy. Jen captured that too. Sarah got up and turned back to us, continuing her dance. After another couple of minutes she grabbed the beer from the TV and presented it to Paul.

"Thanks! I never thought I would see the day that you would do something like that!" Paul exclaimed.

I expected her to gather her clothes and put them back on, but she left them there and sat down in the arm chair next to the couch. "Well, after what happened at the lake today I figured what the heck. You've all seen it already. And then your argument that my bathing suit doesn't hide anything started to make some sense, so I'll give your naked thing a try."

"Just remember, you don't have to do it just because we do. In spite of Paul's teasing, don't let us force you to do anything." Kathy said. "As I have said before, personally I find that I am able to relax more and have honest relationships with the people I get naked with."

Jen came over and snapped pictures of Kathy and I together and then Paul and Carri with Sarah leaning in. Then it dawned on me, I was just photographed nude! We kinda, Kathy was covering me, but still I hadn't even gotten nervous about it. 

"What about a shot of you Jen?" Sarah asked. "You got me, after all."

"If you can do it, I guess I can too." She replied and took off her top, then pulled down her shorts and bikini bottoms in one motion. She had well defined tan lines around her pubic area, like Sarah, but as I had seen earlier, none on top. She struck a pose, "How's this?"

Sarah snapped a shot, "That will work." Jen dropped back into her seat on the couch.

Things were mellow for a while. We watched the TV, had a few more beers, and chatted about random stuff.

After an hour or so Carri asked, "Anyone want to play a game? I've had enough TV."

"OK, what do you have?" Replied Jen.

"It depends on who else is interested."

"I'll play," Kathy added.

"I'm game." Paul responded.

"Bill, Sarah. You in too?" Carri prodded.

"Ya," I replied. Sarah nodded her head.

"Cool! I think we should start with Twister. No backing out now, you all said you would play!" Carri was just a little excited. "I'll get the game. Since we have six people, we can divide into two teams. Kathy, can you draw names or something to make the teams? Paul, can you move the coffee table? We are going to need a little more room." And with that she headed down the hall. 

Now I was nervous. I hadn't bargained on being quite as cozy with everyone as was required to play Twister, particularly with another guy. Sarah seemed nervous too. Paul was just smiling.

"Well, the guys should be on opposite teams for the first round." Said Kathy. "Bill, pick a number between one and ten, and the closes to girls are with you. You have your number?" I nodded. "I say five."

Jen, "Ten."

Carri walked back in the room, "I say eight."

Sarah, "Two."

"Bill, what was your number?" Kathy asked as Paul moved the coffee table.

"Four."

"OK, Jen and Carri you are with Paul. Sarah, you are with me and Bill."

"Paul, call it in the air!" Carri said as she flipped a quarter.

"Tails."

The quarter fell to the floor heads. "You go first." Said Carri. She picked up the quarter and spread out the dotted plastic she that served as the board. "Which of you is first?"

"Bill's first." Kathy offered.

Carri spun the dial, "Left foot, red."

I moved over and put my left foot on a corner red dot.

Carry spun again, "Who's next?"

"Me," replied Kathy.

"Right hand, blue." Kathy put her hand on the blue dot next to my red. She spun again, "Right foot, yellow" Sarah planted her foot on the yellow dot a the opposite end of the board. "Right foot, green" I stretched my right foot and planted it on the corner green dot, on the same end. Placing my ass in Kathy's face.

"Nice view." Kathy commented as she peeked through my legs at the others. Jen snapped a photo.

"Left hand, green." Kathy moved her hand to the middle green dot, stretching out between my legs.

"Right hand, green." Sarah twisted slightly and dropped her hand on the corner green dot.

"Right hand, blue." I lean over and selected the middle blue dot, trying not to put weight on Kathy below me. Another picture was taken.

"Right foot, red." Kathy carefully twisted under me, placing her foot down on the red dot next the one I occupied in the corner. This put her ass in my face and the back of her head in my crotch. This was fully documented by a couple of pictures and accompanied laughter and cheers from the idle team.

"Left foot, yellow." Sarah was boxed up in the corner.

"Left foot, yellow." I carefully shifted my foot to the end yellow dot.

"Right hand, yellow." Kathy moved her hand to the dot next to my left foot.

"Left hand, yellow." Sarah now balanced on a short row of yellow.

My right arm was getting tired, bridging over Kathy. I hoped a left hand call. "Left hand, red." Cool, I put down my left hand on the red dot next to the blue I already occupied.

"Left foot, green." Kathy snaked her left foot out past Sarah's hand to get to the dot between Sarah's hand any her own left hand. This left her legs spread nicely.

"right foot, red." Sarah shifted her foot from the second yellow dot to the corner red. This caused her to arch such that her tits were forced up and with her legs spread slightly to reveal her crotch. Her head was almost resting on Kathy's left butt cheek. As with about each move there was another picture or two taken.

"That tickles! Sarah stop moving your head!" Kathy complained. 

"Right hand, yellow." I took my hand reached over and down between Sarah's legs to get to the free yellow on the end. My arm rubbing against her inner thigh and bush.

"Left hand, red." Kathy tried to cross her left hand under her body reaching for a free red dot, but it was just too much of a twist and she fell.

"Right hand, red." Sarah lifted her and looked for an open red. She twisted and arched under me, reaching for the red just in from the end. We were a almost doing 69 and the others were loving it.

"Left foot, red." We now, I shifted my foot carefully. That left my dick swinging in Sarah's face. 

"You best not be messing with my man!" Kathy called out, laughing. Wow, was that the first announcement that we were a couple? It seemed odd given my current, intimate entanglement with Sarah.

The proximity and touching Sarah only encouraged a hard on. She was trying her best to ignore it, but there was not use. Before another move could be called she fell laughing. I rolled over on the floor laughing too.

After a few minutes the other team circled the mat. The game proceeded much like the first round. The major exception was that Carri and Paul took the opportunity to kiss each other in different places. Paul fell first, which was interesting. I had never thought much about watching two women together, but watching Jen and Carri was, uh, stimulating. I tried to hide my interest, but Kathy saw. She just winked and smiled at me, then came over and sat on my lap, crushing my woody with her prefect ass. When the finally had only one person left it as Jen. We tallied up the total number of moves by each team and the beat us.

"Want to play again? We can mix up the teams." Carri asked.

"That was interesting, but how about something else?" Sarah countered.



Art Model Ch. 03



This is a true story which happened a few years ago. I tend to be conservative, but with a wild streak which once in a while reveals itself. Sometimes a very small choice to indulge my exhibitionist interests leads to additional small choices linked together to form one of my adventures. Just a warning, my stories are detailed and slow to buildup for some readers. In Chapter 1, I had taken the plunge and agreed to pose for the class. While having some second thoughts, I decided to go back for another session. In Chapter 2, my session went a little late while one student kept going and things became less than professional. 

* * * * *

The two weeks passed by quickly and I flew back down for another scheduled work training. This kind of work is not easy. You can try and anticipate the questions, but there are always surprises. Tuesday afternoon came and I was anticipating tonight's modeling session. However, work was not cooperating and I was running late. I had intended to go back to my hotel for a shower and a change of clothes, but I ended up being late to the school still in my 'work clothes'. 

Training had been at a high level that day as I had been making presentations to the senior management team on project status. Consequently, I had been dressed fairly sophisticated with a black skirt and matching jacket over a white silken blouse. I had gotten enough tan to never wear nylons in the hot climate, but I looked the prim and proper business woman as I entered class late. 

Dr. Reynolds and the class were talking as I came in. 

"Oh good, we wondered if you were going to make it tonight."

I directed my comments to Dr. Reynolds, but I was essentially speaking to the entire class, "I am so sorry everyone. I had an unexpected hectic day. Sorry to make you wait."

Dr. Reynolds said, "Hey, no problem. We were talking about contingencies of still life; we can go back to the regular program now."

He was smiling, so I got the message he was relieved and nobody was really put out by my lateness. I went back to the changing room to get ready. I was removing my jacket and stepping out of my shoes when Dr. Reynolds stood by the doorway. 

"Beth, I am glad you made it. No problem being late. I was just going to ask if next time you could give me a call if for any reason you have to cancel."

I said, "Yeah, I am sorry about that. I did not realize until the end I was running behind. But I did leave a message for you."

I started to unbutton my blouse as we were talking. 

He replied a little embarrassed, "Oh sorry, when did you call?" 

"I called late, you were probably already in class by the time I called your office. Sorry I waited so long."

I had taken off my blouse and was now standing in my bra. He was engaged in the discussion, but he did not miss a thing as he watched me undress too. He probably was glad for the excuse. I found it interesting he was not totally immune to working with nude models.

He replied, "Well, I probably should have known someone like you would call."

I smiled and slipped off my skirt. These were my good clothes, so I tried to lay them out carefully to avoid wrinkling. I was wearing very nice lingerie that day, all white but of the fancier variety. The blouse was a little sheer, so if I had to remove my jacket, I had some lacy look. I had been leaning over with my back to him while laying out my clothes and he probably enjoyed that look.

I said, "Sorry I did not have time to get rid of the lingerie before coming. Hopefully the marks will not last too long."

He said, "Actually we might consider having you wear the lingerie, they are nice."

Then he changed his mind as I paused, "Let me think about that. Go ahead and finish getting undressed Beth."

I slipped off my bra and panty and as usual, my nipples were prominent because he was watching. He gave the good act of simply trying to decide whether it was best for me to be nude as planned or keep on my undies as he watched.  

"Do you remember the poses Beth?"

I replied I had left the photocopies at the hotel, but I remembered them. He told me we would plan to do two poses tonight as the students would be drawing. There were three poses I remembered; one standing, one reclining and one sitting. I showed him the standing one and he thought it would be a good one with which to start. 

I came out and the students were all set up and ready to go. I smiled at everyone and I saw James in particular had a big grin. I gave him a subtle smile in return and went to my position. This pose called for leaning back against a column. My shoulder was to be pressed back against the column and my hips would be away. My right arm closest to them was hanging down and relaxed and my left hand reached up as if touching my own left shoulder. My right leg was extended straight and my left knee was bent with my foot behind for some balance. 

I was fully nude for this pose; there was really no place to hide. Dr. Reynolds made a couple of slight adjustments to the pose, but he was soon satisfied and the students were already at work. As they drew, they would look up at me, then back at their drawing pads. Every once in a while my eyes would connect with James and he would always give a little smirk.

I wondered whether he could concentrate on his work or was recalling our little rendezvous from before. I thought about how just a few short feet away from where I was standing now we had enjoyed the spontaneous moment. I recalled his hard dick and I could feel my pussy tingle. 

As before, there was an exhilaration to be nude in front of people. Also as before, I liked the sensation. I still had no idea what went through the mind of the students or Dr. Reynolds minds. I could either talk to James about that if I wanted to know more, or I could just use my imagination. 

Dr. Reynolds went from student to student offering advice. They seemed to respond well to his style. I was in engineering where frequently the instructors were demanding, but perhaps art is a different situation. 

We had been going for about 25 minutes when we took a break. I sat down in the change room and came out wearing my robe after a couple of minutes. I walked around to the various students; they were happy to show their work so far. There was some polite conversation. Amanda was again doing very nice work as well as Eric, so it was first of all interesting how the talent levels were consistent. She was friendly as before. 

She turned bright red when I said, "Very nice, how about we switch places for a while?"

I quickly continued, "Just kidding. I was at a restaurant where the sign said 'the bank does not make tacos, we don't cash checks!'"

She laughed and said, "I don't think anybody wants to draw me."

I said, "Well, that is absolutely not true, but I cannot draw at all, so maybe we should just keep it this way. Maybe next time."

I had placed my hand on her shoulder during this and gave her a little squeeze. We smiled at each other. I was confident she knew I was just teasing. I had not made it all the way around before the break ended, so I resumed my place and pose as before. 

The pose was not too tough to hold and I went without another break all the way through to the pose change at the hour. I went around again at the break with my robe and this time went behind James. Again the superior quality compared to the others was evident. I wondered how much of it was inherent talent and how much had been previous training.

I leaned over to look and he whispered, "I missed you"

I mouthed silently, "Later."

We moved into a sitting pose where I was facing everyone. I had my legs spread very wide but with a white silk drape over my pussy. My arms were also spread wide with my hands on each end of the sofa. A very serene but inviting pose. He wanted me to give a bit more of a smile than usual. Once again it was a little awkward when he was positioning the drape and his hands were close to my pussy.

I relaxed and let my mind wander during this session. We finished up for the evening. I think James had the idea to pull out his prior canvas and paints and ask for another extended session, but Dr. Reynolds was moving everyone along. I went around and took a quick look at the drawings as before. 

When I was looking at James' sketch, I whispered, "Wait outside."

I walked away without waiting for a response, but when I was at the doorway I looked back and he gave me a subtle nod. I went back into the changing room and started to get dressed. I had my bra and thong on when Dr. Reynolds came in.

He said, "I am rushing to get out tonight, would you mind much if we did the check next session."

I told him that was fine and he continued, "I was planning to invite another model for Thursday. It would be another woman for some duo posing if you are OK with that."

I paused to consider it, and told him I thought it would be alright, but I asked if he had some idea of the poses. 

He said, "I don't have the poses with me, but it would mainly be side by side, maybe some subtle touching, nothing sexual looking. I can show you the poses if you want to come early and approve; I just want to know if I can go ahead and invite the other model?"

I told him to go ahead, but thanked him for asking first. I think he wanted to continue the conversation and watch me get dressed, but I think he did have to be somewhere, maybe pick up kids, and he left. I put on my clothes and walked out to the studio. James was already gone, but several students were still putting their supplies away. I spoke to several of the class and they were all very polite and friendly. There were a few questions regarding my attire and I think people were very surprised when they learned about my real job. Maybe some degree of being impressed.

I walked out and saw James waiting. I did not want anyone to see us together. 

I walked a little away from him but I said so only he could hear, "Wait at the tennis courts." 

I walked over to my car and drove out of the parking lot. I drove right past James and kept going for a couple of minutes. I then turned around and came back where he was standing. He figured out what I was doing and walked over and got in. I turned once he got in, instead of driving past the art school. 

"Hi James, how are you?"

He reached over and touched my hand and gave it a squeeze, "I have been going crazy waiting to talk to you." 

We chatted about how each of us had been, basically small talk. I asked him if he wanted to get something to eat as I had very little to eat all day and was hungry. He was not starving, but he could grab something small with me. I told him I wanted to change clothes first.

He said, "Sure, I am flexible."

I drove to my hotel while we continued talking. We pulled into the parking lot when I suddenly realized it was going to get awkward. I had not at all decided if I was going to let anything happen. I was glad we had already gotten over the awkward first phase. I had thought we would talk more over some food and see how things went. In hindsight, I should have thought about whether he had any expectations. Now what do I do; invite him up to the room while I change or ask him to wait? 

I was still thinking about what, if any, kind of repeat performance I might entertain. But for sure I would have cut it off if anything had been taken for granted.

My concerns were immediately alleviated when James said, "Take your time Beth, I'll wait out here." 

I looked over at him again, but fresh this time. He was still very shy, very innocent. He had clearly not known how seeing me again would go. But something about the unassuming attitude appealed to me.

He had obviously been nervous about seeing me again, happy but anxious. I turned off the car and looked at him and looked at him, "OK, but can I have a hug first?"

That must have been a good tension reliever as he suddenly got back the big grin, "I was hoping for that too."

We each embraced each other and held it. 

I said, "You are very sweet James. It's OK if you want to come up. I'll just be a minute and then we can go. But it's up to you."

He was happy to have been invited, but clearly he was relieved to have not had to choose. The hotel had a main lobby entrance but also side entrances near the parking lot. I had to use my room key to enter this way, but it avoided having to walk through the lobby. 

We got to the room and I turned on the lights. The maid had straightened the room but the room was hot. I hit the air conditioner. The room was small, but the bathroom and closet were in a little hall off the main bedroom. 

He sat on the chair in the corner facing the bed. We were talking about what kind of restaurants would be open and what we wanted while I started getting undressed. I took off my jacket in front of him and walked away to hang it up. 

We were debating about pizza or burgers as I started to unbutton my blouse. He was trying to be nonchalant while trying not to stare. I had undone enough that my bra could now be seen. Even though he had seen me fully nude and we had our previous encounter, it was clear I needed to decide whether to change in the hallway or just be completely open about it. 

I said, "James, would it be better if I changed in the bathroom?"

I did not want to tease him and my question had seemed to sink in to him as though what had happened previously was not going to be repeated.

He smiled, "I guess you know I would like to watch, but if you would be more comfortable……"

I did not reply, but I thought to myself his response was very polite and sophisticated, but also very honest. 

In response, I finished unbuttoning my blouse and walked over to hang it up. I was on the other side of the room from James, but in his view I then unzipped my skirt and put it away. 

I picked out my jean skirt and my black tank top and tossed them onto the bed. Earlier had not been intended to tease, but I now intended to provide a tease, although now a deliberate and intentional one.

I said, "I need black undies for this."

He had a subtle smile as I unhooked my bra and let it fall off. He got a slightly larger smile as I started to slip off my white thong. Just like the movies, I picked it with my toes and kicked it over to him, landing on his lap. 

Even though he had viewed me nude now on several occasions, there is just something about stripping in front of someone which is just plain naughty. I stood there looking at him and then walked away, turning back with a smile as I went to the hallway to get the black lingerie. I came back into the room and he was coming toward me. He took me in his arms and we kissed. Our tongues quickly found each other and soon I felt his hands move down to squeeze my butt. 

We backed away from each other and I reached down to pull up his shirt, "Let's get rid of these."

He did not help much but he certainly did not object as I stripped him down quickly. When I unbuckled his pants, I could see he was already hard although I avoided touching him directly. 

When he was nude, I pulled him back toward me and I went back to the bed. He willingly followed, with his dick sticking straight out. I lay down and he started to lie down on top of me. I smiled and flipped him over on his back while I rolled on top of him. His dick was rubbing against my leg but I shifted position to kiss him first.

He kissed me tenderly as before while I found his dick with my hand and stroked it.

"I missed you James."

"I missed you too," he grinned.

He reached up to squeeze my breasts. It felt so good, but I shifted down to kiss his chest, then his stomach and then my lips found the tip of his cock. He was fully hard, and he smelled and tasted clean as I slid my mouth over him. He moaned but it did not stop him from reaching his hand to first my lower thigh and then higher. When his fingers found my pussy I almost gasped. I was absolutely dripping wet when I felt his fingers explore the outside and then as he slid a finger inside me. 

I could not wait any longer. I lifted my head up and climbed up on top of him. I slid the end of his cock around the entrance to my pussy and then lowered just a little as he was positioned correctly. I then lifted my head up to look at James as I began to lower myself onto his cock.

He had this look of ecstasy as I mounted him. I felt my pussy expand to take his cock, but I was fully wet and I lowered down without any pain, only pure pleasure. I went down little by little until he was totally inside me. The feeling as he slid inside me is just magic. It is almost as if I can feel every ridge and vein during the initial slow penetration. 

When he was fully inside me, I ground myself against him and felt him against the walls of my pussy. He opened his eyes and we both smiled at each other. Neither of us said anything as I lifted up and then down again.

I was so horny and he had been so sweet, but now that I was riding him, it seemed as though he was losing his innocence. Sometimes there is a fine line between making love and fucking, and I think we went back and forth over that line several times as my pussy plunged up and down on his hard cock.

At one point, I became surprised as I realized it was strange he had not cum quickly as before. I was not sure of the reason, but I was glad. We looked at each other again and smiled. I rolled off and lay on my back as he quickly shifted position and climbed on top of me.

He wasted no time finding my pussy with his hard cock. He started to pump me, but at first he was a little tentative. 

I reached down to grab his ass and then wrapped my legs around his back when he was in all the way. 

"Yeah, like that."

He lost the inhibitions then and started to plunge in harder and faster. It was only about 10 or 20 seconds when I could feel an orgasm building. 

My orgasm came on hard and lasted long. He paused when it was first coming, but I gasped, "No, don't stop." 

He got the message and kept pumping me. My orgasm came in waves and was beautiful. I began to relax and he started going a little slower, more tender.

He said, "Was that what I think it was?"

I smiled at him, "Yes, you made me cum."

He seemed to be pleased with himself and started to fuck me harder again. It was only a short time later when he pulled out of my pussy and shot a big stream of his cum onto my stomach. Another smaller spurt came out and then he lifted up to kneel and grabbed his cock in hand to stroke it. A bit more came out and dribbled onto my pubic area. 

I lifted my hands and pulled him to me. He lay on top of me and we kissed. Then we rolled over onto his back and we embraced.

"Beth, you are unbelievable."

"Thank you James, I think you are very special too."

I realized the blowjob at the school and now this had made me feel 18 again. The lovemaking was very special and I felt as though I was glowing. We cuddled for a few minutes. 

I said, "C'mon, let's get dressed. I really am starving and we need to get you back. I need to work in the morning."

He came back, "Could I stay tonight?"

It felt good to cuddle with him and the idea was appealing. But I really did need to work early and it was going to be another high profile day. 

"Maybe. Let's talk about it as we go." 

I was smiling at him though and returned it. I gave him a short kiss and got up to go to the bathroom. I cleaned myself off and came back out to the bedroom where James was already getting dressed. I caressed his back gently and then gave him a hug from behind and started to get dressed myself.

I slipped on my thong and jean skirt. 

He walked over and caressed my breasts and then leaned down to lick my nipples. 

He said, "I think you should leave the bra here."




Art Model Ch. 03



I smiled and slipped on my black tank top. I don't go braless too often; it is certainly a different look for me. However, I did not expect to run into anybody.

We walked out with his arm around my waist as we went out to my car. When we were inside he put his hand on my thigh. It felt nice and once again, the whole thing reminded me of when I was in high school. 

We headed out to one of the local bars where we were going to get something quick to eat. The place was not too crowded and our food came pretty quickly.

We could talk without being overheard. I told him I would like to have him stay over, but I needed to sleep and I held his hand while suggesting he might like to do more than sleep. 

He smiled and admitted I might be right. I almost relented, the thought of spending the night with him was attractive, but I also knew I was going to be busy for dinner the next night and then Thursday after the next modeling session would be tough because of the morning flight.

But I really could not go in the next day exhausted so I reminded him there would be a next time.

We left the bar. James was disappointed, but he understood and believed my reasons. However, he did rub my thigh again as we drove and I did not stop him as he reached under my skirt and rubbed his finger against my pussy. 

We got to the parking lot at his dorm but instead of pulling up to drop him off close to the door, I pulled to a quiet part of the lot so we could at least have a nice kiss good night. 

I pulled his hand away from my pussy, "We can't start that here. However……"

I put my hand over his shorts and felt his hard cock. 

I said, "See, you had no intention of sleeping."

I unfastened his shorts and pulled out his hard dick. I stroked it a few times while I kissed him. Then I shifted positions and dove on his cock.

I had previously given him a slow and gentle blowjob before, at least to start. This time was different. I intended to get him off quickly. 

I rubbed his balls while I sucked him deeply and urgently. It was interesting, but I knew before I started that if I sucked him like this, he would cum quickly. The strange thing had been how long he had held out when we fucked. It was not long at all until I felt him tense up. As he had cum in my mouth before, he did not try to pull me away this time when I felt his orgasm coming.

He shot off and I lifted my head. He shot again and it landed on my mouth and chin. I took him in my mouth again and sucked him until he relaxed. Finally I lifted off again and wiped his cum off my chin with my finger. He was staring intently as I licked it off and then swallowed. He tasted sweet. 

I looked at him and said, "Sweet dreams baby."

He responded by hugging me tightly, but he could not quite bring himself to kiss me. 

He got his shorts back on and then leaned over to give me a kiss, although it was just a peck. He turned and waved back as he walked away. I returned his wave and then drove back to the hotel. I was feeling no guilt at all from having sex with this young guy. Instead, I was reveling in the feelings it had given me and caused me to reminisce about some old boyfriends from school.

I found it interesting how the posing, or at least the entire circumstance, was loosening me up. If I had run across a young guy like James under normal conditions as in a store, restaurant, etc, something like this would never have occurred. I thought about the need to be careful going forward and to make sure I had considered the implications before acting.

The thoughts of Thursday's session where Dr. Reynolds was going to have another female model present ran through my mind the following day when I was getting ready to go to the company. What kind of feelings would this promote? What kind of model would she be; looks and personality? It was both exhilarating to consider, but again somewhat nerve wracking. 

About noon, my concerns over the modeling session were discarded when I needed to leave early to fly back home to my office. We had some investor groups coming in and I was told they had some questions for which I would be the champion.

I let Dr. Reynolds know I could not make Thursday. He was fine with it and appreciated the advance warning. I got back on the late flight home Wednesday night and met with the visitor groups as requested. It ended up being good I came back, as we ended up doing something with this group and indeed they did had some due diligence questions for which I was the expert. 

However, I also let my mind wander during some of the lulls in the action about what I would be missing later that evening at the art class. I further wondered what the investor groups, or for that matter my boss and coworkers, would have thought had they any inkling of my secret "other job". If I had a sly smile sometimes during the meeting, I also wondered what went through people's minds as they caught my expression.

The best laid plans are sometimes made to be broken as I also ended up canceling the company visit two weeks later. I did an unplanned trip to Asia, visiting Japan and Hong Kong. Dr. Reynolds took my changing plans in stride again; acknowledging I had been candid with him about my schedule from the very beginning.

My thoughts also drifted to James. He did not have my email or phone number and I had not tried to contact him to let him know of my changing plans. I did not want to be cruel about that, but I also thought there was some benefit to him not being led on about a budding relationship. I knew he could be having some poor thoughts about me for the seeming uncaring gesture, but I concluded it would be better this way and to go with the flow.

I made it back practically a month later. Dr. Reynolds told me he was not sure if it would be a solo session or not, but was grateful when I let him know my timing and that I was flexible. 

So when I arrived at the company that day, knowing I would be modeling again in the evening, I really had no idea what to expect. Like clockwork, the day did not go as expected. I had another really hectic day at the company. I was out in the factory for a good portion, where it was really hot, and I was again running late.

I was not happy at all that I would not have time to go back to the hotel and shower first, but headed directly to the school in my 'work clothes'. I had worn a casual tan skirt and sleeveless white blouse that day which ended up being fortunate as I had been out of the conference rooms and in the hot factory. I had also put my hair up to keep cooler and this was how I showed up. I had not even had time to stop by the hotel and pick up my bag with my 'stuff'. 

Dr. Reynolds was walking toward art class in the hallway as I came in the outer door, "Hi Beth. I am glad you made it, but it looks like you had another long day."

I replied joking, "Good, I am glad it is so obvious I am a little frazzled today."

He laughed, "Not at all, good to have you back."

We shook hands and he continued, "You are on solo tonight, but there is a good chance Karen will be here Thursday."

I said, "OK, no problem, but I don't really know what poses you have in mind today."

He was carrying a folder and waved it, "Don't worry, I have got them here."

We made it to the classroom when Dr. Reynolds announced, "Hey guys and gals, look what the cat dragged in!"

I got a few greetings and it felt nice to be welcome. I glanced over at James. He gave me a smile which I immediately took as he was just glad to see me and apparently held no grudge over my long time away.

I didn't make it back to the 'un-dressing room' right away as several of the students were asking me questions about my Asia trip; lots of questions about culture, art, what it was like, etc. Obviously, Dr. Reynolds had given an explanation for my absence. Apparently my stature had risen with the class from having a 'real job' to which they had been unaware. 

Dr. Reynolds stood there looking amused for about five minutes of the discussion when he announced, "Well, I guess I was mistaken. I thought we had an art class tonight. I must have gone to the wrong room; it looks like we have a foreign studies group here."

Everyone got the good natured sarcasm, but this was college, not high school. He treated the students as adults and they in turn had their own personalities and interests. It was a very creative environment and it felt great to be part of such a dynamic. I guess you feel younger when you are around young people.

But we all took the hint and the students started getting their materials in order as I headed back, shepherded along by Dr. Reynolds.

He smiled at me and said, "I love being around students like this. They have their whole lives ahead of them and they are each still deciding what they want to do and what they want to be. Universities are a special place."

I smiled back and nodded, realizing we had been thinking along the same lines. He followed me back and came in the room with me. He closed the door about half-way, making it clear he was staying as I changed but not shutting the door to give the students any undue impression. 

I remembered he had some 'semi-official business' to discuss with me last time also. So while I had the idea he was looking for an excuse to watch me change, I was not upset with him. After all, he had been very professional the entire time and never made any unwelcomed approaches. 

I stared to unhook and unzip my skirt, "So, what have you got for me tonight?"

He opened up his folder and took out a few photos as I slipped off my shoes and slid off my skirt. My blouse was fairly long and had been tucked in, so thus far, he could now have a good view of my legs, but not much else. 

He asked if I felt like sitting or standing first, wondering how tired I was after working all day. 

"Thanks for asking, very thoughtful of you."

I told him I was not tired; so I was flexible. He selected a pose to begin which was a little unusual. I would be semi-seated, but with my legs on the floor straight out. I would be leaning on my elbows on the sofa. 

I was looking at the photo, where the model was totally nude, when he continued, "I would have a small covering over you so not so much was exposed."

I had not yet finished undressing as he made the comment. I pulled my blouse up over my head and now stood with only my bra on as we talked.

I said, "OK, you are the boss, that pose looks fine."

He replied, "You are making the poses easy by the way, almost anything I could select, you would make look good."

I laughed, "You are way too diplomatic, but thank you very much. Sorry I did not have more time to get my underwear lines off."

He continued to look at me while he was looking at the poses. Once again, I got that he enjoyed this part. I decided to give him a little extra, so I turned my back to him and said, "Could you help me unsnap this?"

I waited with my back turned as he probably wondered what the right thing to do was. Without a sound, I felt his hand find his way to my bra and although he fumbled for a moment, he got it unhooked relatively quickly.

I did not say anything as I held up my bra in front of me and turned toward him. I caught him looking at me and then I dropped it to expose my breasts.

I said, "Thank you."

I dropped my bra on to the bench and now stood nude in front of him. The attention, as usual, had made my nipples hard.

He was giving me the overall once over and said, "My pleasure."

We both gave each other a smile and the he headed out into the classroom. I followed.

I got into my pose and Dr. Reynolds came over and slipped the silk covering over me to cover my pussy area. 

I got the pose right and the students went to work. I again had many thoughts flashing through my mind as I watched them draw. Several times I caught James' eye for a fraction of a second. 

We came to the first break and I went back to the dressing room to stretch. I came back out and finished this pose and we went to the next. This time I was standing with my back to the class, with my hands up-stretched as I balanced against the wall.

We continued uneventfully through the end of the session. During one break, I had wandered out to look at the drawings. I was amazed the results once again captured the same relative talent as in previous sessions. 

We finished up and I went back to the changing room to get dressed. I had only gotten my lingerie on when Prof. Reynolds came in to thank me for the good session and ask if it was all right if he was able to arrange to second model to join on Thursday. I told him I was fine with it and finished getting ready to go.

James was lingering as I went out in the classroom. I faked looking at his drawing and whispered softly to him, "Thursday."

There was no real way to tell him I needed to leave quickly for an early day at the company. 

It remained very busy for me. Wednesday came and went and during the day on Thursday I wondered whether Dr. Reynolds had gotten another model or not. Either way was OK, but it was intriguing not knowing. On the one hand, I was looking forward to the next experience, but also apprehensive not having done this part before.

The company work cooperated this time and I was able to get back to my hotel for a shower and to change. I put on some cutoff blue jean shorts and a black tank top without my bra and panties, which I put in my duffel bag.

I even got to the class maybe 10 minutes early. A couple of the students were already setting up, but James and Dr. Reynolds had not yet arrived. I was answering so more questions about my job and traveling overseas when Dr. Reynolds came in accompanied by who I suspected was my modeling partner for the evening. 

She appeared to be about my height, perhaps about 25 years old, and had cocoa brown dark skin. 

"Beth, I would like you to meet Karen. You two will be modeling together tonight."

I extended my hand, "Nice to meet you Karen."

She had a wide smile as we shook hands, "You too."

Some of the other students were arriving then too and there were some introductions all around. Apparently Karen had modeled for a previous year class and also posed for the photography class on more of a regular basis. 

The students were getting set up when Dr. Reynolds pulled out the intended poses. One pose was standing; with one model behind and slightly off to the side. The other pose was of a similar style, but reclining. Dr. Reynolds explained this style worked well from his experience to highlight the contrast in skin color. We both looked at each other and nodded our agreement.

Karen and I headed off to the dressing area. She was very casual about taking off her clothes and I felt the same way. While we were about the same height, as I mentioned earlier, there was also a lot of contrast. I had the toned athletic type build, while she was heavier. I would say she had a lot more curves in general, although her breasts looked to be somewhat similar. 

I told her that I had been modeling for the class several times earlier, but never with another model and that in fact I had never posed with another person before and she should let me know if I was doing something wrong. 

She said, "Don't worry about it. There is nothing too it. I'll help."

She headed out into the class area without a robe, just as casual as she could be. I had picked up my robe, but decided 'what the heck' and put it over my arm and headed out after her.

We approached Dr. Reynolds and he told us we would do the standing pose first.

He said, "I want Karen behind and off to the side." 

He positioned us so my butt was against her hip. He then had Karen put her right arm around my waist so her hand laid flat against my stomach. He took my left arm and positioned it over Karen's right arm as if I was welcoming the embrace. He then had me reach back with my right arm which had been hanging freely and place my hand flat on Karen's outer thigh. I could feel her breast pressing against my back. He finally put her free hand on my shoulder resting casually.

He made some adjustments to our leg positions, I guess for symmetry. Then he stood back and circled, finally pronouncing he was happy with the pose. I was more exposed than Karen this way, but I doubt she would have cared had it been the other way. 

The students got right to work. Dr. Reynolds was speaking to the entire class as they began.

"Notice the contrast in skin color as opposed to shadows. Sometimes it is tough to get it right, but don't worry. Try your best. Also notice the way their bodies have similar proportions, concentrate on the symmetry and form your overall plan.

Karen's skin was warm against mine. She spoke softly, "See, nothing too it. We just stand here for a while."

I could not see her expression, but she was right about it not being much different from posing solo. 

Apparently the posing rules allowed conversation, because we carried on some Q&A to pass the time and Dr. Reynolds and the class did not seem to mind. I found out she was a local and the modeling was mainly a way to supplement her income.

I should also describe her as having medium length relaxed hair, nothing in the way of tattoos, but she did have a belly piercing. She had a nice face. I would say she was nice looking, but maybe would not be described as beautiful.

She spoke well and was friendly. She asked about what I did and she was really surprised as I described it. She was especially interested in the travel aspect. Both Karen and the class' immense interest in my travel had made me stop and appreciate it more, something I still try not to take for granted. 

Our first break came up and we headed to the dressing room to sit down for a minute. She had brought a bottle of water and offered me a drink. I declined but thanked her. 

I found out she had various jobs including working in an office part time and also dancing at a strip club once in a while. I was fascinated by that and asked many questions about what it was like. I had no intention of exploring that interest, but if she had been a race car driver, I would have asked about that instead.

We resumed our pose as she slid her arm along my side and over my belly again. I wrapped my arm over hers again. I felt her give me a little squeeze as Dr. Reynolds was satisfied again. I recognized the camaraderie and gave a squeeze to her arm in return. 

During the entire time of the posing, the students were constantly looking at us and back to the drawing pads. James was working hard as usual, but a few times I would catch him looking me in the eye and give a little smile. Enough time had gone by since my last encounter with him that it might be a good time to cut off further outside of class meetings, but I had also enjoyed being with him and I had not made up my mind yet. Go with the flow.

I can never say posing nude in front of the class had become routine. After all, this was still a major, bold undertaking for me. I was still very happy to have taken the plunge. I had absolutely realized the nude posing was fulfilling an exhibitionist streak inside of me, yet doing it in a limited, controlled way. It would not have been the same had just anyone, at any time, been able to walk in and see me. Whereas at the nude beach, the idea of being on display for everyone had some appeal, there you could blend in to the surroundings and other people. This art class modeling was more personal, more of an individual thing where the viewers were not sharing the risk. Therefore, having this relatively small group being the ones looking was a way to temper the aspect of being on display.

All these feelings had not really changed by posing with Karen. In a way, she was part of the surroundings such as the sofa. On the other hand, I could feel the warmth of her skin against me. Once in a while she would shift her weight or move her arm a little. I could feel her breast slide against my back. Or she would give me a squeeze.




Art Model Ch. 03



Our conversation was limited, in low tones, mostly small talk. I asked her how it felt different to pose for the photography class. She first replied it paid better, reminding me of our different priorities. I thought to ask more about her attitude of dancing at a strip club, but I thought it best not to do that in front of the group as maybe they did not know. She also commented about photography class being more fun, the varying poses were more work, but it was also more enjoyable. She did not come right out and say she found the art modeling to be boring, but it was implied. So our priorities mattered, as I was never bored. 

I had reached a state of equilibrium; still thrilled to be posing nude in front of people, but also comfortable with the situation. I wondered to myself whether other people conduct such a self-analysis or just go with the flow.

Dr. Reynolds called another break; we would switch poses when we started up again. Karen and I headed off to the dressing room again. She started checking messages on her phone and was quickly started making calls. I put on my robe and went back out to check out the drawings. I had the impression Karen cared nothing about the results. 

Some of the students had really shown improvement. Even to my untrained eye, I could make out how they had advanced. I commented on occasion when it had been so obvious. Each time I got a look as if they found the observation pleasing. Eric had moved some of his drawing technique to be more abstract. Very interesting and unusual style.

James had again stood out. His style was soft and compelling; the level of detail was extraordinary. He apparently worked much faster than the others; the level of completion was higher. His use of shadows and 'texture' came through. I thought if the drawings were all placed side by side in front of viewers, there would be no doubt which was the best. 

I complimented his drawing, "James, that is really nice. I always enjoy seeing how I look on your work."

He looked up, "Thank you Beth. That means a lot." 

I looked at him and he silently lifted his eyebrows as if asking if we were on for later; all implied but I knew what he was asking. I smiled and gave him a wink. He got the message. 

I walked back in and Karen was still on the phone. Dr. Reynolds approached me and asked how I was doing.

I replied, "Well, that depends on you. Are you happy with the poses tonight?"

He quickly shot back, "Absolutely. I wish I was drawing instead of teaching. You two make a wonderful visual."

I said, "Then I am doing good."

Dr. Reynolds said, "I wish I had you around here more."

I smiled in return. I appreciated the different facets of the man. I had realized he had a little bit of the dirty old man going with the routine of watching me undress. Even though I was aware of it, I did not mind. But it was also wonderful how he cared about the students. It was very nice to see how he was skilled enough to help them; nurture them. And I also enjoyed how he could be professional and courteous toward me, but also how he sincerely seemed to care. When he asked me how I was doing, I had the clear impression he was not just asking out of ceremony, but that he actually cared.

We had been on break a little longer than usual and I could see he was looking over at Karen still on the phone. When she looked over at us, he tapped his finger on the face of his watch as if to tell her to end the call. She was still standing nude as she continued talking and actually turned her back on us.

I looked at Dr. Reynolds who looked a little put out. I said, "I can go a little longer tonight if you need me."

That brought him out of the funk as he looked down and smiled, "You're a good kid. Thanks."

I had not been called a kid much anymore, except by my family being the baby, but I took the comment in the positive way intended. He clapped his hand over my shoulder and then headed back to the main studio.

I went back toward Karen and took off my robe in her sight. She got the message and ended her phone call. 

She said, "Sorry, I have got a problem with my car and it is hard to get a straight answer. My uncle is trying to get it repaired, but they keep asking for more money, which I don't have."

She then continued, "OK, let's go back."

Karen was clearly still agitated when we went back to the studio. For this pose session, Dr. Reynolds wanted me to recline against the back of the sofa and Karen was to lean back against me with her back against my chest. He had me lay back first. I leaned back and then Karen sat down as he set our positions. I had my legs spread apart at this point as he instructed. From this vantage point, he and some of the class had a pretty good look at my pussy. But it was brief and then Karen positioned herself against me with her head resting against my shoulder. 

He had my leg nearest the students lying flat and my leg away from them was bent at the knee. He had Karen put her arm around that leg. He had my own arms wrapped over her torso with my hands brought together. He was careful adjusting the details of our position so her breasts were pulled out from under my arms giving a significant cleavage. 

Once he had us the way he wanted us, we both relaxed. I could feel Karen's body melt against my own. 

I whispered, "Sorry about your car, I hope it works out for you. I can give you a ride tonight if you want."

She replied, "That's nice of you, but I have my uncle's car here. This is just a total hassle and I need to find a different solution. But I appreciate your offer."

I gave her a bit of a harder embrace as we continued the pose. I would have liked to see how we looked together this way. Certainly our skin contrast would be quite vivid. I think the poses were also very well constructed and I could imagine the image would be excellent. 

I was also glad Karen was a nice person. I had not thought of it before, but if she had been a jerk, it would have been awkward to be so close to each other this way. 

We didn't talk much. I had the impression Karen was still thinking about the car trouble. I went back to thinking about the class, the posing, and enjoying the situation. I again got a smile now and then from James. I also saw Dr. Reynolds was very pleased with the pose and smiled at me. 

This pose was very relaxing and it would have been easy to have fallen asleep this way, but I was too into everything going on around me. We got to a break and Karen and I went back to the dressing room. It felt good to stretch and walk around. I was glad she did not get back on the phone.

She said, "Sorry for earlier. It is just so frustrating."

I replied, "Hey, no problem. I am sorry you are going through the trouble."

Karen said, "I like posing with you. Very gentle. I think it would be fun to pose for the photography class together."

I described my concerns, but I agreed it would be fun. I said, "I'll do it if they let me wear a mask."

Karen laughed at that and said, "OK, I understand you don't want anyone to know you are a naughty girl. So why don't you come to the club and dance with me."

I laughed at that, "No way in hell I am going to dance naked in front of a bunch of drunken guys. There is a zero chance in a million of that happening."

She just laughed, "OK, but if you change your mind, let me know. Ready to go back in?"

We walked in arm in arm, sisters in profession. As we climbed back into position and resumed our pose, I had all kinds of daydreams about the photography and dancing offers. Really, to be honest, both ideas held a fascination, but I also knew I was absolutely going to draw the line here. Even if I thought there could be the smallest chance of considering either option, I knew I would want to carefully consider the implications and sweat the details first. 

We relaxed back into our pose. Karen's warm skin felt nice in the cool environment of the studio. Opposite our last pose, Karen was the one more exposed this time although it was clear she could care less. 

We got to the end of the session and I was glad it was over, but also regretting it was over as it was one more chapter in my journey. Karen had no desire to check out the student's work, but I went around quickly. I did not take the time to collect my robe as I walked around nude behind their easels. Once again James' work led the way, but several of the drawings were excellent. 

Dr. Reynolds gave me a smile and I headed back to the dressing room. Karen was already dressed. Wow, she was quick and clearly wanted to leave. 

She gave me a slip of paper with her phone number, "I am serious about the photography posing or dancing together. I think it would be dynamite. Call me if you change your mind or have questions."

We gave each other a quick hug and she was out the door. Dr. Reynolds handed her a check and they agreed to talk about the next session. He came into the room and handed me a check for the several classes we were behind on.

He asked me, "Well, how did you like posing with her."

I answered truthfully, "I liked it very much. I think the drawings and the poses turned out very nice. She was nice."

He replied, "Yes, the pose with you two together was outstanding. I am very, very pleased. Karen is a handful, with a lot of baggage, but the images are always great. Just another part of my job, managing the talent."

I smiled at that, "I think you do a very good job."

With that, I reached into my bag and pulled on my panty while we continued talking. 

I said, "I get too comfortable walking around naked, one of these days I am just going to walk out of here forgetting to put my clothes on."

He knew I was not serious, "I can think of a lot of people out there who would not be upset by that."

I put on my bra and said, "Maybe the police might not appreciate it."

"I know the guys in the police department; girl, are you wrong." 

I laughed at that and slipped on my tank top and shorts. Dr. Reynolds was still a gentleman, but I could see he liked the part of watching me dressing and undressing. 

I said, "She thinks we should pose together for the photography class."

He raised his eyebrows, "Well, it would be stunning of course, but I think she is looking to make some extra cash. You know you would always be welcome."

I said, "Thanks, but I am comfortable where we are at. I guess you would also be surprised she thinks we should dance at the strip club together too."

He replied almost in shock, "Tell me you are not considering that!"

I relieved his fears, "No, don't worry about that. No chance."

I thought it was strange, but he seemed almost upset by the thought. As if I could not compromise my artistic integrity.

I continued, "No, my concerns I mentioned to you are still the same."

He replied, "For the photography class, there is a chance I could persuade you our security with the negatives is good enough for you to be comfortable."

But he saw me shaking my head no and finished, "But you will let me know if that is something you want to talk about."

I shook my head positively and finished collecting up my things. We walked out together. By this time, the entire class had left. I wondered if James would be waiting outside for me. 

We talked about the next session in a couple of weeks. He did not really have a clear plan yet, but thought he might try and arrange another model, but it was left vague. 

He said, "You don't seem to need a lot of preparation on the poses. Now that I know you don't mind posing with another model, I have some more flexibility. Let me know if you run into any scheduling problems."

I touched his arm, "Thank you."

He locked up and we walked out together. As we went to the cars, I could see James in the distance waiting at the tennis courts. I already had decided I was looking forward to seeing him and I felt a nice tingle.

I got in the car and followed Dr. Reynolds out to the main road. I turned in the opposite direction and then doubled back after a little bit. I drove by the tennis courts and James saw me coming. He got up and walked to the car.

I rolled down the window, "Hey Rembrandt, need a lift?"

He smiled and got in. Even though I was still in the road, we each leaned toward each other and hugged. 

He started, "I missed you a lot."

"I missed you too."

We got caught up in what had been going on in each other's lives. I asked if he was hungry as I had not eaten. We drove to a local place and got a pizza. 

I was content he understood our boundaries together. We were not going to become an item, but we both enjoyed each others company. After eating, we went back out to the car and he leaned over to kiss me. 

I greedily returned his kiss. Our mouths were exploring each other and then I felt his hand on my thigh and then my breast. I felt immediately on fire. I slid my hand down and found his hard dick through his shorts and rubbed him. We continued kissing with our hands all over each other. 

I pulled back and said, "I need to take you back to my place, but in the meantime……"

I reached down and started to unsnap and unzip his shorts, "But I am not sure I can wait that long."

I pulled out his hard dick and stroked it a couple of times. I looked around the parking lot. There were a lot of cars near us, but there was no one around at the moment. 

I dove onto his cock and felt his hot cock slide into my mouth. His skin and was smooth and hard at the same time. I sucked him a couple of times and then lifted up to look around again. 

I said, "Let's go."

I started the car and pulled out of the lot, but once we were driving, I continued to gently squeeze and stroke him. 

He had the license to also do some exploring and his fingers rubbing my pussy through my shorts. I was absolutely hot for him. Just one of those times when I wanted to be fucked. 

He undid my shorts and soon he had a finger in my pussy. When he pulled up his hand I grabbed his arm and pulled his hand to my mouth and licked his fingers.

We drove on, but clearly I was having a hard time focusing on driving. We finally made it to the hotel parking lot. I wanted to get up to the room fast, but he had me lift up and lower my shorts and panty. He started to finger fuck me in the parking lot. My pussy was wet and on fire. He almost brought me to orgasm like that, but pulled him away and insisted we go inside.

We walked arm in arm through the lobby. When we got to the elevator, he immediately kissed me again and his hands were all over my ass, squeezing me and pulling me toward him. 

We got into the room and closed the door. Right there in the hallway, two steps inside, I dropped down and slid his shorts down to expose his hard cock. I relaxed myself but deliberately took almost all of him in my mouth at once and sucked hard. I did not want him to get off yet though. Something had come over me and I really wanted to feel him inside me. 

We went to the bed and he threw me down laughing. He immediately pulled at my shorts and panties. I still had my top on, but James sunk down and started to lick my pussy. It felt marvelous. From our previous sessions, he was learning better what I liked and how to do it. 

After about a minute of ecstasy, I pulled his head up and said, "James, I really like the way you do that. I really, really do. But I have just got to feel you inside me."

He smiled and knew what I wanted. He climbed up on top of me and I felt his hard cock find my pussy. He plunged right in and I groaned. Sometimes there is making love, sometimes there is having sex. This was the latter. He started driving in and out very hard and fast and I could feel my orgasm coming already. How much of that is mental? Based on anticipation, mood, the right person, etc. Whatever all the reasons, my pussy was throbbing and my orgasm was building. I loved the feeling as his hard dick slid against my clit and he was slamming hard against me. Knowing I was close made it all the better. I had my hands on his ass as he fucked me hard. 

This was as intense an orgasm as I ever get. It was just fantastic, long and deep, shuddering through my entire body. James intuitively did just right, he kept fucking me, but he eased off on how hard, sliding in slow and long over and over. Finally my body began to relax. He sensed that too and began going at it harder again. Simply wonderful.

He was rock hard the entire time and I could begin to sense he was getting close. 

I said, "Tell me when you are ready James.'

Like some other guys, just a question like this can be the trigger and sure enough, he pulled out. I pulled him toward me and took his cock inside my mouth. I sucked him for a few seconds and I could feel him get ready. He pulled out and with his cock only a couple of inches from my face, he shot a huge spurt onto my check and chin. I opened my mouth and he shot the next surge directly onto my tongue. He was not finished yet and another blast hit me. He had cum a few times for me previously, but never this much and this intense. 

I finally took his still hard cock into my mouth and gently began sucking him. He moaned and his body started to relax although his dick was still hard. Some guys are very sensitive at this time and that seemed to apply to James. It was after a couple of minutes that his cock finally started to soften. I always love that feeling.

I rolled him over onto his back on the bed. I rested my head on his chest. I would have liked to kiss him, but I would need to clean up my face first. I never had removed my top and bra; we were so caught up to that point. 

I could have easily fallen asleep then.

I heard him say, "That was unbelievable. You are wonderful."

With that I leaned up and looked at him. He started laughing as he got a look at my face, all covered with his sperm. 

I laughed back, "OK you rat, could you go and get me some Kleenex?"

"Yes, Beth."

He returned quickly and I wiped myself off. I pulled off my top and bra and slipped into bed. 

I told him, "I need to leave tomorrow around 9. Can you stay tonight and let me drive you then?"

He took me in his arms, "I have been hoping you would say that."

We fell into a wonderful embrace with his arms around me as I lay at his side with my arm over his chest and my leg over the top of him. 

I think it was seconds before I fell asleep, the glow from the sex sending me into a deep state of relaxation. I remember I dreamed about the photo session with Karen at least part of the time. 

We both awoke maybe a couple of hours later. I am not sure who woke who, but we both seemed to sense the other being awake.

He said first, "That was just the best Beth."

I replied, "For me too."

We lightly kissed and I felt his gentle caresses as we lay together under the covers. He was being very tender, but he seemed to find just the right way to touch my breasts. I could feel myself melting. We shifted position at some point and I felt his hand find my pussy. I was a little sore from the previous session, but I was wet again as he touched me. 

We each realized each other's desire, but we also recognized this was a little different. Quite simply, we made love to each other. Our kisses were soft and deep, we got into a sixty-nine position with each of us being gentle and caring. I was fully wet and waiting again and James was hard and ready again. 

This time I got on top of him to start. This was not fucking. I slowly dropped down on him. I felt his cock slide in and I made a point to enjoy the first penetration as slowly as possible, feeling my muscles expand to take him and the deep feeling of satisfaction. He reached up and cupped my breasts as I slowly rode him. We were looking at each other during all of this, without a word. 





Art Model Ch. 04



“That all depends on what it is, this was kinda fun,” said Paul with a big smile.

“What did you have in mind?” Carri chimed in.

“I don’t know. Something with less physical contact unless we put some clothes back on. To be honest it was kinda exciting, but I just not that comfortable with it.” Sarah replied.

“Ok, that’s cool.” Jen said. “How about Trivial Pursuit or Pictionary? Do you have those?”

“No,” replied Carri. “But we do have cards and dice, and since strip poker is out, so we could play for shots. I think we have some rum and vodka.”

“Well, I’ll pass on that since I have to work at eight and I have to drive home to change,” said Jen. It was already seven o’clock.

Paul grabbed the TV remote and clicked the tube back on. “Let me know when you figure something out,” and he started surfing the channels. The excitement and energy in the room had dropped a few notches. 

“There are a couple more pieces of pizza here. Any takers?” Sarah asked as she entered the kitchen.

“I’ll take a slice,” I replied.

“Come and get it. You want me to pop it in the micro for you?” 

“Sure. Thanks.” I said as I lifted Kathy off my lap to head for the kitchen. She slipped back into the chair as I made my way to the kitchen. I could feel eyes tracking me as I moved and it again made conscious of the fact I was naked.

“Does that sun burn hurt?” Jen asked as I walked past her.

“Not yet, but I think I’ll need more lotion in a little while,” and I winked at Kathy. She just smiled back.

The kitchen area was small, so Sarah and I bumped and rubbed a few times as I retrieved my pizza slice from the microwave and grabbed a bear from the fridge. I’d swear she did it on purpose, but wasn’t going to make an issue of it and just stood by the counter and downed the pizza.

“Kathy, you want anything?” I called out as I was about to return to the living room area with my beer.

“No, not right now,” was her reply. “Did you bring your laptop with today?”

“Ya, but we didn’t get much studying or any other work done today.”

Paul had settled on some action movie rerun and Carri had picked up a magazine to read. Everyone else was now melting back into a mello just hanging around mode.

“Let’s go back to my room then, and you can help me knock out a bit of homework.” Kathy said as she got up from the chair and headed over to me. When she was standing in front of me she pointed down the hall, “You know the way. What are you waiting for?” And with that she gave me a gentile swat on the ass. I obeyed and lead the way back to her room.

Entering her room I went to my backpack and retrieved my laptop. Placing it on her desk I booted it up. 

“There you go. You should have about 2 hour before the battery dies. I didn’t expect to be near an outlet, so I didn’t bring the power supply.”

“Ok,” she said as she snuggled up next to me to get a peek at the laptop. 

I opened Excel for her and stepped back. “Have fun,” I said retreating to her bed, enjoying the view of her naked body as she sat down at her chair. There was no way I was going to be able to concentrate on studying anything except her.

She flipped open a text book and a binder, then started typing in the numbers and formulas. With the drone of the typing, combined with a full stomach and the beers, I drifted off to sleep.

I must have been really have been out, because when I woke up it was dark in the room and Kathy was spooning me with her arm draped over my waist. I looked around for a clock and found it glowing on the desk. 9:28 pm. Gee, normally I’d be out with the roommates bar hopping or we would be sitting at home downing beers and watching videos. Not even thinking of going to sleep until at least midnight.

Kathy’s and moved on my stomach and then migrated up to my chest, fingers working their way though the patch of chest hair.

“You looked so nice and peacefully inviting that I couldn’t resist joining you in bed.” She said as she gave me a one arm squeeze. I rolled to face her and was greeted with a kiss.

“I could really get used to this.” I said, reaching out and hugging her close.

“Ya, me too.”

“So, how far did you get on the spreadsheets?” I said without thinking.

“I was almost done when low battery warnings popped up. So, I only got a little over an hour of work done. I guess I’ll have to come over you your place to finish.” She popped up and glanced at the clock. “Hmmm, it’s still a bit early to really be going to sleep. Seems like things are dead around here, you want to head over to your place to see what’s happening? Can’t be any worse than here, plus we could always wander over to the O for a couple of drinks.”

“Sounds good, even though I hate to get up,” and gave Kathy a kiss. Rolling out of bed I headed for my pile of clothes in the corner. She drifted over to her dresser.

“What do you think of these?” She slipped on a lacy red bra and matching thong panty.

“I like!” I could hardly believe it, but she was sexier with them on. She quickly turned and pulled on a snug pair of shorts and tight red tank top. I turned back to pulling my own clothes on. Dragging my shoes back to the bed, I sat down to put them on. Kathy had slipped on a red pair of sandals. God! She was so beautiful, how could it be possible that I was just lying in bed naked with her?

“Hellooo,” she waved her hand at me, breaking my stare.

“Just soaking in the view,” I replied and moved to collect my laptop and other things.

“I’ll meet you out in the living room, in a minute,” and she headed across the hall to the bathroom.

I wandered out to the living room. Carri and Paul were gone, and so was Jen. Sarah was lying on the couch watching TV. She was now wearing a robe. I dropped down in one of the chairs, waiting for Kathy.

“Heading home?” Sarah asked without looking away from the TV.

“Ya, we are going to see what is going on over there and maybe go out for a couple of drinks.”

Kathy emerged from the hall, carrying her backpack.

“We are going over to Bill’s for a while, don’t wait up.” Kathy said, hardly slowing as she moved to the front door.

I jumped up and followed.

“Where did you park?” She asked after I had closed the door behind myself.

“I think I remember,” I said as I lead the way down the stairs. Hmmm, I guess we are taking one car and I am driving. I managed to find my truck and opened the door for her. After she was in I closed the door and looped around to climb in the driver’s side. 

Closing the door and starting the engine I noticed the scent of her perfume had filled the cab. My truck had never smelled so good. This was something I could get used to.

It was about ten o’clock when I pulled in to my parking spot. Eric’s car was the only one missing from the parking lot. From the flicker of light from the living room window, we could tell that they were watching videos. Allison’s car wasn’t there, so the movies would be action, comedy, or porn.

As we approached the door we could hear machine gun fire – action flicks. We could also smell the sweet scent of clove cigarettes blended with pot. Rick was getting high, and likely Eric and Annie had before leaving, while Matt politely enjoyed the second hand smoke.

“I don’t really want to go in now and end up smelling like pot.” Kathy said while we were still a couple of steps from the door.

“Ok, how about I put our stuff up in my room and then we can decide where to go?”

“Thanks” she said as she handed me her back pack, after pulling out her id. “Can you put this in your pocket too?” Without waiting for a response, she slipped her drivers license in to my back pocket with my wallet.

“It would be the least I could do. I wouldn’t want to have that silly thing in one of your pockets, ruining those perfect curves of yours.”

“Watch it, or I’ll start thinking you only want me for my body!” was her reply, followed with a devilish grin and a wink.

I opened the front door and was greeted by a wall of smoke.

“Dude, close the door!” Rick was feeling good. 

I stepped in and closed the door.

“We thought you weren’t coming back tonight, maybe you got lucky with Kathy.” Matt said from his usual spot, the corner chair. 

“She is outside, didn’t want to swim through all the smoke in here. Good thing you disconnected the smoke alarms. I am actually surprised you haven’t set off the alarms in the girls’ place next door.” With that I continued upstairs. The smoke was thicker up there, but at least my door was closed. I opened it long enough to step in and close it again.

I put the backpacks on my desk, opened my window for some fresh air, and did a quick tidy up, assuming we would both be back here later. After a quick inventory of my closet I picked some fresh clothes to put on. Changing into a fresh shirt and jeans I headed back out to Kathy.

“Where are you guys going?” Matt asked as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Haven’t decided yet. We might head over to the O or just wander around.” I replied, intentionally not asking either of them wanted to join us, and fortunately neither of them made any move to get up to follow as I slipped out the front door.

Kathy was stretched out on the hood and windshield of my truck, just like the tarts in the hotrod magazines.

“What do you think?” she said as she flipped her hair back.

“I think I need an alarm from the truck if I am going to have a hood ornament like you! You really make the old truck look like it might be worth something.”

She slipped off next to me as I reached the truck. Noticing some dust on her ass and back, I reached around and brushed her off, letting my hand linger on her firm ass.

“Thank you” was her response, punctuated with a kiss.

“Where should we go, since hanging out her is out for a while? The O, Reily’s, wander around downtown …”

“Let’s grab a pint a Reily’s and then see what else looks fun downtown” she said with a smile and wrapping her arm around my waist. I reciprocated, putting my arm around her and letting my hand come to rest on her hip. With that we stepped across the grass and onto the sidewalk leading us to Reily’s pub, three blocks in the direction of downtown.

With some light conversation, we completed our walk to the pub and our pints before continuing on to the downtown area. Wandering around downtown we passed a couple of bars without stopping, but did duck into a novelty shop. In few years I had lived there I had never been in Tina’s Treasures before. Most of the stuff looked to be cheap gag gift kind of stuff. We reached the back of the store having had a few chuckles checking out a few items. Before us was a curtain and a sign “Adults only – no one under age 18”.

Kathy lead me by the hand and we passed through the curtain. Thankfully this part of the store was empty. One wall was covered with shelves stocked with adult videos and DVDs. The opposite wall had a wide selection of sex toys. Between the walls were several clothing racks with lingerie, ranging from silk to leather. Finally, there was the back wall with what turned out to be lubes and massage oils. In each of the back corners were small changing rooms, with doors what would barely covers from then knees to the shoulders over the average person.

I had never actual been in a place like this before and was a bit mesmerized, but did note the three security cameras pointing down from the ceiling. One from the back aimed at the entrance, and one at each of the front corners pointing directly into the changing rooms.

“What do you think of this?” Kathy asked, snapping out of my wonderment.

I glanced at what she was holding and couldn’t figure out what it was, so dumbly replied “I think it would look great on you.” Whatever it was, it was leather and there wasn’t much of it.

She laughed “this is for you silly! Here, look at the picture on the tag and try it on for me.” And with that she tossed it to me.

I caught it and looked at the tag.

“I’m not feaking you out am I?” she asked. “It is just for fun. I don’t think either of us would be very serious about buying much anything back here. I just think it is fun to see what some of this stuff really looks like on someone.”

“Ok. You had me going there for a sec.” I looked back down at what I think was a black leather thong and harness set. All that was missing was a leash. I slowly started back to one of the changing rooms, while looking from something to have Kathy model for me.

“How about I try this on?” She was holding up a red leather thong and matching leather bra with the tips of the cups cut out.

Warming up a bit, I replied “sure, we will be the hit of the part when we show up dressed like this.” We headed off to separate changing rooms.

I stripped out of all my clothes, except my briefs, not knowing who or what had possibly worn this thing before. I slipped on the thong and started to shrug into the harness. I struggled a bit, but managed to fasten the collar with the clasp at the back of my neck, leaving a ring under my chin and one over each shoulder. Studded leather suspenders stretched down to the waistline of the thong, pulling it up snug. I turned to look in the mirror and realized there wasn’t one, then remembered there was on one the outside of the door.

“Hey, you ready?” Kathy called from the other changing room.

I looked over my curtain at her smiling face. “Ready if you are, on the count of three?” Still not sure I really was ready. I felt silly wearing this thing.

“One, two, three!” she sang out and pushed her door open. She looked great. Her dark nipples poking out of the holes in the bra, with a small ring of tan flesh between the areola and the bra. The thong was slightly smaller than the cotton one she already had on, and hers showed at the edges.

I lagged a second opening my door.

Kathy giggled. “We have to get you some new underwear. That aside, I am not sure that is really you.”

“Well, I think what you picked for yourself fits you quite nicely.”

“Why, thank you! Now smile, wave to the cameras, and this time you pick what we should try on.” With that she spun around like a runway model and waved at the cameras, looking straight at the one focused on her changing room.

I blushed, realizing how far this silliness was going.

“The longer you take to pick something out the longer they are galking at us in the back room.”

That jolted me into action and I quickly picked a leather corset for her, but was having trouble finding something for myself.

“May I make a suggestion?” The voice was female, but not Kathy’s!



Art Model Ch. 04



This is a true story which happened a few years ago. I tend to be conservative, but with a wild streak which once in a while reveals itself. Sometimes a very small choice to indulge my exhibitionist interests leads to additional small choices linked together to form one of my adventures. Just a warning, my stories are detailed and slow to buildup for some readers. In Chapter 1, I had taken the plunge and agreed to pose for the class. While having some second thoughts, I decided to go back for another session. In Chapter 2, my session went a little late while one student kept going and things became less than professional. In Chapter 3, I had a session with another model and continued my after class routine with one of the students.

Work over the next couple of weeks was very hectic. I thought about Florida and James and modeling from time to time, but I also had a lot going on back home. The next training session to the company came off without incident this time. I kept in contact with Dr. Reynolds by email and we were on schedule. He replied he thought I would be solo this time, but he was still working on the possibility of another model. 

I made it back to the company. The worst of the summer months were over now and the temperature was much more tolerable. I had continued my running at home and I was now in what I considered to be pretty good shape, the right weight to my liking and fairly well toned. 

The day at the company went very well. We had been making good progress in training during the last couple of months and we were getting some tangible results. Despite the productive day, I was running behind again (as usual). The meetings with the technical staff had gone well and the end of the day review with top management went longer than expected because of the good results, but worth it. 

I was invited to dinner as a sort of celebration, but I said that I was visiting a relative that evening and we switched the dinner to the following night. (It is true I have a relative near-by, but it was not common for me to drive and see them, but it formed a good excuse for getting off to my scheduled modeling session). Knowing I would be seeing the top company people, I had on a nice business outfit; a black skirt and jacket with a lightweight white sweater. I left the jacket off as I drove to the school. 

It was about 50-50 these days if I was able to make it back to my hotel for a shower and change. Because I knew the risk, I had thought to put my little bag with clothes for later in my car. There was no time to change, but at least I could be a little more casual going back afterward. 

I was following a nice, black Corvette into the school parking lot as I drove in. I love Corvettes and hope to have one myself before too long, if only to annoy my brothers who also like them. 

I pulled in after the 'vette with an empty spot in between. My stupid little Pontiac rental car felt humbled. I got out about the same time as the driver, a nice looking guy. 

He had on a nice pair of black slacks and a simple linen white shirt, "Hey, I see you got the memo."

Obviously he had referred to my black skirt and white sweater and I got the joke and smiled. 

We were walking toward the building together when he said, "You wouldn't be Beth, would you?"

I stopped and looked at him, very surprised, "How would you know that?"

He said, "I'm Tony. I think we are modeling together tonight."

That took me quite by surprise. He must have sensed my apprehension, "Sorry, I have modeled for Mike's class many times before. When he called to ask if I was available, he sort of described you well enough that I thought it might be you."

I inferred he was talking about Dr. Reynolds, and it only now occurred to me I had never heard his first name before. 

He held out his hand, "Nice to meet you."

I shook his hand, but a lot was coming at me all at once. Tony must have caught that and said, "Are you OK modeling with another person? You look a little caught by surprise."

I began to relax, "Yes, Dr. Reynolds told me he might try to arrange for another model, but I never heard for sure. Last time we had another woman and I sort of just assumed."

He laughed, "Hey, I don't want you to be upset. If you would rather not, I would understand. Maybe we can delay it for another night if you would like more time to think it over."

I realized it was a little strange to be having this conversation in the parking lot. I also thought his comments were very gracious. I did not really object to posing with a man, I guess I only had thought to have more notice so I could get myself mentally ready for it. Oh well.

I said, "No, no. Not a problem. I just thought I might have known in advance. I should tell you my first time with another model was a couple of weeks ago and I have never posed with a guy before."

He gave me a similar answer as Karen had, "Hey, don't worry, we'll take good care of you."

We walked in together. They were all waiting and greeted us. Tony was very outgoing and all the students already knew him. He was slapping five with the guys and even some of the girls. One of those types of people who just naturally stand out in a crowd. 

Dr. Reynolds (Mike) said, "Well, I see you two have met already. Beth, sorry to not have let you know, but I only found out last night Tony could come and I did not want to call you while you were working. Are you OK with this? Tony is a veteran of this class over many years."

Tony piped in, "Yeah, I know more about it than you. You should go home now Mike, you are bothering everyone."

The students all laughed. Clearly Tony and Dr. Reynolds had a pretty casual relationship. 

I should describe Tony. First, start with the basics that he is simply very nice looking. He was older than me, I would guess about 45 or so. Nice looking face and with a dark tan. He had a full head of black hair and a small goatee beard. Very sharp.

I could tell this was going to be a challenging day as I walked into the changing room with Tony right behind, closing the door behind him. I hit me then. Not only am I posing nude in front of an art class, now I am going to do it with a guy, and a total stranger at that. 

Tony looked to be one of those people who are very outgoing and talk a lot. He started to unbutton his shirt while looking right at me, "Relax Beth, we'll have a good time tonight. Nothing to worry about."

He was just so casual, just like Karen had been before. He soon had his shirt off completely and I could see he kept himself in good shape. Not the body builder type, but clearly he worked out. 

I was nervous for sure, but I was a big girl and I knew I could take care of myself. I took the first mental plunge and steadied myself. 

I stepped out of my shoes and said, "I'm sorry to appear anxious. I actually have enjoyed the modeling. Dr. Reynolds, I mean Mike, has been great and the students have also been wonderful."

We were looking at each other while we talked and got undressed. While he stepped out of his shoes, I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. I had on a nice little push up bra today, white with some nice lace. Not that I need push-up for cleavage, but once in a while I wear one.

He continued as he stood and started to unfasten his slacks, "Mike and I have known each other for a long time. He asked me a couple of nights ago if I would model. I originally had some other plans, but he enticed me by describing his new star model – you."

I blushed a little at that.

Tony continued as he stepped out of his slacks, "He was telling the truth. You are one of the nicest looking women this class has seen."

I thanked him as I unzipped my skirt and laid it on the bench. Tony was now only in his boxers and I was now only in my lingerie. 

Tony sensed the pause in the action, "OK Beth, moment of truth. Rock, paper, scissors for who strips down first." 

That was funny, but I agreed and won. Paper beat rock. 

Tony pulled down his boxers and stood there nude. He said, "See, easy. Just like jumping into the pool. Never tiptoe, just dive in." 

I had much the same philosophy. Now it is important to describe Tony again. I mentioned he had a deep dark tan, but now I could tell it was an all over tan. Not a tan line on this guy. The second big thing was that he was completely smooth all over. I am not sure what he did, or what the natural situation was, but I could not see any hair at all; chest, pubic area, were all smooth. Finally, and only because I was posing with a nude guy, I have to say he had a pretty large looking penis. He was hanging soft, so it is difficult to say for sure, but suffice to say he looked to be large. 

I took the plunge and slipped off my bra. I looked down as I did it, knowing he was looking.

I said as I did that, "I am supposed to take off my lingerie in advance to avoid the lines, but there was no time today."

I still did not look at him as I slipped off my panty and stepped out of it. Knowing he was watching was enough to make my nipples hard. I only had a small strip of blond hair at my pussy, but in this case I had the most between the two of us. 

Tony commented, "Let me congratulate you. Obviously you work out. You have a great body."

I replied, "I could say the same about you." It was the truth. 

He looked over at me, "Ready to go out there?"

I was reaching for my robe when Tony said, "Oh, c'mon Beth. You don't need that. Be proud."

There are two types of outgoing people to my way of thinking. Those who come off as jerks and are obnoxious. And then those like Tony. It is hard to describe the difference, but he is a life of the party kind of guy, one who makes you relaxed and comfortable. I was grateful if to be posing with a guy, to have it be someone like him. 

We went into the studio and Tony did an entrance, "Ta-da."

He did a small bow and the kids whooped it up. He seemed to have fun in making the atmosphere more fun and less solemn. 

Dr. Reynolds came up with a photo for us and said, "Beth, I want to start with the same standing pose as you did with Karen last time. Tony behind and off to the side a little."

That part did not matter much to me, so I nodded agreement and took my place, a little numb. 

Tony took a look at the photo and got behind me, saying, "Mike, is the package in view or hidden."

Some of the kids laughed, which was apparently his intent by the comment. 

Dr. Reynolds chuckled too and replied, "Tony, behave. You will be obscured this time."

As he put his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, my butt cheek was effectively pressed against his groin. Talk about taking the plunge as a nude model!

I placed my arm and hand over Tony's arm on me as before with Karen, and I put my hand onto the side of his hip. He had his left hand on my hip, which was different than what the photo pose had indicated on my shoulder. Dr. Reynolds told him to raise his hand to my shoulder and Tony took the opportunity to slowly raise his hand along my waist, over my arm where his fingertips glanced against the side of my breast and then finally rested on my shoulder. I could tell this was going to be interesting, trying to control such a gregarious type.

We started the session with the students drawing away. I won't relay all of the comments from Tony, but suffice to say he was not quiet very often. Sometimes he was talking softly to me, sometimes loudly to Dr. Reynolds or sometimes the entire class. He told a couple of short jokes, both of which cracked up everyone including me. 

During some of the laughing and normal shifting of weight, Tony would sometimes move his hands around and quickly return to 'base position'. I could also feel him press against my ass sometimes harder than normal. I could never feel that he had an erection, but I could certainly feel him against me. 

Truth be told, it was a very arousing experience. 

After about 30 minutes, Dr. Reynolds called for a break. I headed toward the dressing area. Tony stayed out and chatted up the students. I suspected he like the idea of parading around nude in front of them. He never bothered to put on a robe or towel. 

Dr. Reynolds stuck his head in the room, "Do you want to shoot me Beth?"

I smiled, "I am good, and it is actually a lot of fun this way. But if I had a gun, yes, you would be dead."

"Good, Tony is a love him or hate him kind of a guy, so I am really glad you are OK with this."

I nodded and smiled. 

I came back out in the room after a few minutes. I did not bother with the robe anymore either. I saw James looking at me with a smile which I returned. He gave me another look as if to say, 'are we on for later?' I smiled back. The way this session was going and the way I was feeling, I was going to want James tonight. 

We resumed our pose. As before, Tony had taken the opportunity to move his hands around before getting it right. This time he made a point of running his hand over my butt cheek on the way up. What was I going to do?

I did softly whisper back to him, "Watch it Mister." But he realized I was only a little bit serious. 

Tony continued with his one liners and general discussion. Very loveable type of personality. During some of the discussion, we were talking softly to each other. Like everyone else it seemed, he was a little surprised by my job. I found out he lived about 20 minutes away and ran his own business. 

He had been modeling on and off for several years. I learned he also modeled for the photography class. Like clockwork, as with Karen, he suggested we model together. I also learned he had done some magazine work, ads and catalogs. Nothing really serious, but he liked it. 

His motivation appeared to me more like mine, satisfying a need to address the exhibitionist streak, rather than out of financial need as with Karen.

We made it through the first pose at the appointed time. I headed back to the dressing room to sit down for a minute. The pose was not difficult, but it felt good to stretch. 

Tony followed me in this time, saying, "Yeah, I know what you mean." 

He also stretched out a little and said, "Hey, I hope you don't mind me getting a little loose out there with you. Just trying to have fun and lighten things up."

I smiled at him, "Not at all. I liked it, you definitely brighten things up. Thanks."

He sat down next to me as we continued talking. I stretched again and Tony said, "Can I help?"

He did not really wait for me to respond as I felt his hands on my shoulders. He started to rub them. I have to admit, it felt fantastic, just right for what I needed at the moment. 

He never stopped talking either, "Are you interested to come out on my boat? It is a big enough lake for water skiing, or just taking a ride."

I told him my schedule was pretty tight, but I thanked him and said I would keep the offer in mind if my timing opened up. 

Dr. Reynolds came in then as Tony continued rubbing my shoulders. He said, "Beth, you are fully authorized to slap him along side that thick numb skull of his if he gets out of line at all."

Tony replied, "Takes one to know one."

We all laughed. Dr. Reynolds was holding a couple of options for the second pose. The first was practically the same one as Karen and I had done, except this time I would be leaning back against Tony. The second was one of the "James Bond girl style". Tony would be mostly reclining, but on his side a little bit. I was to lay down on his side with my head on his shoulder, my arm across his chest, with one leg parallel to his and the other swung up over his groin area. 

Neither pose was sexual in nature, but the latter one had more of an intimate contact. I guess that is why Dr. Reynolds brought in both poses, to give me that option.

I told him I thought both poses were good, and asked him which one he wanted.

He quickly replied, "That's great, if you are open, let's try the latter."

We went back out and they had moved the sofa into the center. Tony sat back first and once Dr. Reynolds had him positioned roughly where he wanted, and then it was my turn. Granted, it did feel a little weird to be standing there nude with a nude guy on the sofa and being asked to lie down next to him. 

I had my back to the class as I moved into position. Tony put his right arm around my shoulder as I laid my head down on his chest. He was lifted up on the side away from the class so much of his body I did not cover would be visible. In this position, my right breast pressed against his stomach. 

Now for the legs. My left leg was pressed against his right leg running parallel to each other. I swung my right leg up so my pubic are pressed against the side of his hip and my thigh lay over his groin. 

Dr. Reynolds messed around with the arms and leg positions until he got it the way he wanted. He had also wanted my hair down for this pose and he carefully arranged the way it spread out. 

Tony commented softly, "Wow, this feels good."

I simply whispered back, "Yes, very nice."

In truth, it felt really comfortable to pose in this position. Tony had his right arm over my shoulder resting on the middle of my back. His left hand rested on the upper part of my right arm as it crossed over his chest. 

I could not see the class at all as they got started; my head was turned away completely. I could have easily had a nap like this. 

Tony was quiet this time, perhaps he was talked out or maybe he was enjoying the pose the way I did. The only catch at all was after a few minutes where the room was quiet; I could feel that Tony had a bit of an erection beginning. His dick had been hanging between his legs as we got started. As it was, there was a chance it would be visible to the class soon.

He whispered, "I am sorry, but I have a bit of a problem. Would you mind if we shifted positions a little."

I could feel what was needed and I lifted my leg up for just a second so he could adjust himself and the part of the problem showing off for the class was solved. The new issue was that now my thigh was lying right on top of him. Basically only he and I now knew of his state, but now I knew even more closely than before.

I said, "Don't worry about it. Think about baseball."

He laughed at that, but we were then quiet again. He showed no signs of subsiding. 

I could faintly hear Dr. Reynolds giving his tips to the various students – "Emphasize the contrast, notice the shadows, see the muscle tone, etc......"

We continued this way for a while. When it seemed we were getting close to break time, Tony whispered to me, "At break, could you reach me up a towel or robe from the floor."

I responded, "Sure, no problem. I thought I told you to think about baseball."

He could tell I was not bothered by what had gone on and replied, "I have been; if I hadn't, you would have been flung across the room."

A quick wit is always a nice thing. 

Sure enough, Dr. Reynolds announced we could take a break. I reached up my robe and laid it across Tony as I got up. Leaving my robe for him, I walked to the dressing room with nothing on. I wondered if Tony was able to hide his condition from the class, but I could imagine if he got up with his back turned and the robe held right that he would have no problem.

He came in soon and closed the door behind him, "Hey thanks a lot for your help back there. I am sorry to not be more professional out there."

He was being polite and I responded with my standard answer for this situation, "I will worry more when that kind of thing stops happening."

He continued, "Well, thanks anyway."

He apparently relaxed, because after a minute or two, he took off the robe and appeared back to normal. I will again say that he appeared to be a large guy that way, even in his now back to relaxed state. 




Art Model Ch. 04



After a couple of minutes, Dr. Reynolds knocked. Tony let him in and asked if we were doing well. I answered for the both of us, "No problems, everything is good."

He replied, "Great, take your time. We'll begin again whenever you are ready."

After he left, Tony said, "Thanks for covering for me. I will try and keep myself under control, but the way we were positioned at the end would be the best way to keep things covered, if you know what I mean."

I smiled at him, "Remember what you told me earlier. Relax, nothing to worry about."

We went back out and got into position. As I got ready to lie down, Tony reached down and positioned his penis so it was pointing upward along his groin, at an angle away from the class. I rested my leg on top of him, and he ran parallel to my leg.

We got started again and it did not take long before he again started getting an erection. 

Again he whispered, "Sorry."

I again told him to relax. But this time I could tell he had more or less a full blown hard on going on under my leg. 

I shall freely admit I was aroused. I would have probably been that way without his erection; lying next to a nice looking nude guy in front of people would have done that. The sexual energy from his now hard dick so close to my pussy was also intoxicating. I could not see to tell for sure, but I was confident from the feeling on my leg that Tony was indeed well endowed.

His hard-on remained for the entire rest of the session. When Dr. Reynolds informed the class we were out of time, I reached down and brought the robe up for Tony as before. I did take a quick peek as I lifted my leg and he was probably about 8 or 9 inches long. I had become comfortable enough by now with the class to not be bothered walking around nude. I strolled around to see how the drawings had come out. 

I was amazed by a few of them how the beauty of the pose had turned out, although the only way I was identified was by my butt front and center. Really they turned out nice. I made it around to see all of them, which I knew would also give Tony some privacy for a bit. I walked back to the dressing room and knocked as I entered.

"Everyone decent in here", I asked. 

Tony still had the robe on and I could tell he had not yet calmed down. 

I closed the door most of the way shut behind me. To try and ease the tension, I said, "Tony, I am not bothered by that, so don't you be. It happens."

My comment seemed to have the right reaction from him, relief that I was not angry. 

He said, "You are a good sport." 

I said, "Thanks, you too. It was nice of you to help out Dr. Reynolds tonight. I think he appreciated it very much. And the drawings tonight looked great. For posing, I think we make a nice couple."

I started getting dressed, but I was going to put on my casual stuff to go back. I asked him if he wanted me to dress quickly so he could have some privacy. 

He replied, "Oh, no, I just did not want to embarrass you."

To which I responded, "Oh, don't worry about that. I already had my peek as I got off you out there."

He laughed at that, "Well, OK then. Since we have that out of the way."

He took off the robe and stood in front of me with a huge erection. His body was unbelievable and now his big dick was in full glory. 

I laughed and said, "Careful not to put an eye out with that." 

He laughed too, "It doesn't appear like this is going away soon." 

I replied, "Most of the time that would be a good thing." 

I think he was hoping I might help him out with his problem, but too much had been coming at me all at once and I knew I needed some time to think. This was not the time to be impulsive, even though the idea crossed my mind. 

Tony did not say anything. He was still very hard. 

We both started to get dressed, but we were both smiling. Tony watched me put on everything, again making me wonder what it is about watching a woman get dressed. He had just been posing with me nude for the last couple of hours and had seen everything. Nevertheless, it still felt erotic after all that had happen.

Tony had a tough time getting his dick in his pants with his erection. I laughed as he struggled, which made him chuckle and say, "C'mon, you left me this way and then laugh?"

But he said it in a self deprecating way and we were both having a good time with it. 

We were both basically dressed when Dr. Reynolds knocked and came in, "That was great tonight you two, excellent poses." 

We simultaneously thanked him. I mentioned it had been a lot of fun while I looked at Tony who was smiling. 

Dr. Reynolds continued, "I would like to do more with the two of you if schedules will allow."

I shrugged and said, "I am fine with that." Secretly I was thrilled he had said that and was pleased maybe there would be another chance to pose with Tony. 

Tony followed up with, "Well you know I am generally flexible if you give me notice."

Dr. Reynolds commented I was scheduled for Thursday and then again for two weeks later if plans held up. 

I was hoping he would jump on Thursday, but he said he would have to let us know when he checked schedules the following day. Otherwise, he thought two weeks would be no problem.

Dr. Reynolds said he would be ready for me Thursday whether it was solo or a duo again. He left and I was left alone with Tony.

He asked if I would like to have a drink with him. I told him I couldn't tonight, that I had to work really early the next day, but if he was able to make it Thursday I would. 

We walked out together to the cars. James had already left, but I could see him off by the tennis courts as before. Dr. Reynolds was walking out with us and we all said good night. 

Tony said, "I hope to see you Thursday."

I smiled back at him and got in my car. The truth was I really wanted to have that drink with him tonight, but I was feeling a little giddy and I wanted the time to think about it more. But I was horny as hell and I was glad to see James waiting. 

When I picked him up however, James seemed a little upset. 

"So how was it posing with Tony tonight?"

I said, "Fine, you were there, is there something wrong?"

He said, "Well, it just looked as though you had a lot of chemistry together."

I replied, "He is a nice guy. I didn't pick him and certainly you had to understand I did not pick the poses. What is the matter with you?"

He was silent as I continued, "I am sitting here right beside you, yet instead of greeting me and saying you are happy to see me, instead you want to confront me. You met me because I pose nude for your class. What do you want?"

It was clear he was jealous, but I did not find it endearing and we drove on in silence for a few minutes. I was not really in the mood for this kind of conversation and I started to drive in the direction of his dorm.

James caught the shift and said, "Sorry Beth. It just felt awkward to see you next to him like that."

I looked over at him and smiled, "It's OK James."

But I kept going in the same direction when he asked, "Does this mean you are mad at me now?"

I said, "No, but I have to work early tomorrow." In fact I was upset with him. I guess he had a normal reaction, but he had caught me by surprise and I was not ready to be too magnanimous.

We kissed when I dropped him off, but it was short.

I drove off and headed back for my hotel. I stopped off for a beer first and listened to some live music. I ended up back in my room and fell quickly to sleep, but I did have a dream where Tony and I had sex in front of the entire class.



Art Model Ch. 05



I instinctively turned toward the voice, as I turned several shades of red. My hands involuntarily moved to cover myself, but caught them in mid movement and tried to act as if it was no big deal.

“Honey, I think that would look just great on you if it were not for those white briefs. And don’t be embarrassed. Think of me as like a doctor, I have seen it all and I am here to help you.” The middle aged woman made not attempt to hide the fact that she was checking me out from head to toe. She was thin, with ample tits and nice legs. “Turn around for me again honey, slowly.”

I followed her instruction without a thought. As I turned I looked over at Kathy, who was just standing there smiling.

“By the way, I am Tina. I own this place. Helping folks like you back here almost makes peddling all that crap out front worthwhile. Anyway, I think I have something that will work better for you over here.” She walked around a rack and pulled off a leather bikini brief and a wide collar with a leash clipped to the single ring.

“Sweetie, you would just look great in anything!” Tina was talking to Kathy as she held out my selections. She was checking out Kathy as much or more than she had me.

“Thank you.” Kathy replied.

“What do you have there?” 

Kathy held up the corset.

“No, no. For you more is not better, less is better.” Tina took to corset and then handed Kathy a red leather crop to match what she already had on. “I would suggest you remove the bra and just go with the bottoms. Why don’t you two get changed and we’ll see what we have. And honey, this time loose the briefs” she was talking to me again.

Kathy just slipped out of the bra as I returned to the changing room. I closed the door and changed.  “Sweetie, you do look awesome. Have you considered modeling? I know some people that would pay very well, whether you were clothed or not.”

“Thank you, again. That is kind of you to say. I keep that in mind.” Kathy smiled and winked at me.

“Ok, honey. How are you doing over there? About ready to show us your new look?”

“Ya, one sec.” I replied as I pulled up the bikini briefs. I grabbed the collar and started to put it on as I pushed out the door.

“Let me help you with that, honey.” Tina stepped over and took hold of the collar, securing it snuggly around my neck. She grabbed up the handle of the leash with her left hand, as her right hand roamed my ass. “Here you go sweetie.” Tina said, extending the leash to Kathy as her right hand now groped my growing cock.

Kathy took the leash, which was fully extended now. She gave it a slight tug, and I moved closer.

“Well, what do you thing?” prompted Kathy.

“I like what I see.” She paused. “But there is something that is still not just right.”

With that the curtain parted and three girls entered. They looked to be high school aged, or at least questionable for meeting the posted age requirement. Looking at us they froze.

“If you ladies are 18 or older, come on in. If not, get out now.” Tina said sternly.

One girl started to turn as another spoke, “were all 19” grabbing her friend and continuing into the room. 

They were staring at me and Kathy. I could feel myself turning a darker shade of red. Kathy pulled on the leash, tugging me closer to her until my head was next to hers.

“You ok with this?” she whispered. 

“I am a bit uncomfortable at the moment.” I replied.

“Ok, let’s go then.” She released the leash and returned to her dressing room, as did I.

Emerging fully clothed we handed the items to Tina.

“Oh, are you sure you don’t want any of this? It did look great on you.”

“Oh, no thank you.” Kathy replied.

“It was interesting to try, but I’m not convinced enough to buy now.” I said.

“Well, come back any time and I would be glad to help you find just the right thing. I can order other things if you have anything specific in mind. And, you sweetie, remember about the modeling. I might even be able to convince them to include your honey here too.”

We slipped past the curtain as the girls continue to watch us and whisper back and forth.

“Ok, girls, how can I help you?” Tina was on the girls now.

Kathy and I held hands as we exited he store.

“I need a drink” I said as we turned to head down the street.

“That caught you off guard, didn’t it?”

“Ya, it was fine until the girls walked in. I mean it was a bit uncomfortable with Tina there, but I was getting past that. I just flashed to Tuesday when I’ll be buck naked for the class and figured wearing underwear in front of a stranger was not much different.”

“Well, it is different. That stuff in there is supposed to be sexual, whether you are fully naked or not. Class on Tuesday is ‘art’, which is not intended to be sexual. More like when we were at the lake today.” 

We reached the first bar a block down from Tina’s and ducked in to find it relatively empty for 11pm on a Saturday night. Then again it was a “local” bar, rather than the student hangout just off campus. Sitting at a window table for two we were immediately greeted by a waitress.

“What can I get for you?” the waitress asked.

“Do you have Fat Tire draft? If so, we each have one.” I replied.

“Ok, let me check your ids and I’ll have those for you in a minute.” 

I pulled out my wallet and handed over our ids. After a quick glance she handed back the ids and left for the tap without another word.

“She modeled for Kate earlier this year. It is surprising the number of folks I run into that do modeling.” Kathy noted. “She posed with her six month old girl. It was heart warming to see the baby snuggled up to mommy and sleeping. I think it would be nice to have pictures like that if I ever have children, but I have to find the right guy first.” And with that she nudged me with her knee under the table and winked.

“Wow! Now that was a leap down the relationship path.” Is all I could managed to say, as I slipped our ids into my wallet.

“Hey, you never know. I think we have been having fun thus far.”

“Ya, that is true. It is just looking down the road that far, it really hadn’t crossed my mind. I guess I was just enjoying the present, not trying to set any expectations or goals.” My head was starting to spin, and I hadn’t had that much to drink yet. Now I really needed something stronger than an ale.

“Oh, me too. It is just that the mind wanders and the mouth moves.” Kathy paused as the waitress returned with our drinks.

“Here you go.” She placed two pints on the able with a basket of popcorn. “Can I get you anything else? We have some hot wings and fried calamari that are pretty tasty.”

I was a bit lost in the conversation and staring it Kathy’s eyes.

Without breaking our gaze Kathy replied “one order of calamari, please.”

“Great, I’ll have that out to you in a few minutes” and the waitress disappeared again, leaving the uneasy seriousness that descended on our table.

“I am glad that you feel comfortable enough with me to be able to share things like that. It is the way it should really be. I just didn’t expect it so fast” I managed to dribble out after a pause that seemed to last forever, I broke my stare to reach for the pint, which was now screaming my name. I needed something in my mouth before I said something stupid.

“So, does that mean I can still stay over tonight?” Kathy asked without looking away as she reached for her pint.

‘Yes, of course.” I replied after a couple large gulps of the cold liquid, the taste not even resisting. 

I reached out and caught her hand going for the popcorn. Her hand was warm. I gave it a gentle squeeze and a kiss. She returned the squeeze as our hand rested, intertwined on the table.

We sat in silence drinking our pints and nibbling at the popcorn as our hands danced together. The silence was broken when the waitress returned with the calamari.

“Careful now, this is hot.” She paused. “I’m sorry, but you look familiar.” She continued looking at Kathy. “But not from here. Do you go to the community college?”

“Yes. You modeled with your daughter for one of my art classes. It was really beautiful to see the two of you together.”

“Oh, thanks. Kate talked me into that. Normally I only pose for private sessions for her and a couple other local artists, but I needed a few extra bucks.”

“Kate can be persuasive. I have been modeling for her classes too. Bill here is going to be giving it a try for the first time next week.”

“Oh, really? You to posing together? You do make a cute couple.”

“Thanks. This time he is going solo. We have not discussed posing together. Might be best to wait until after his first session.” Kathy giggled and gave my hand a squeeze.

“Ya, it doesn’t always workout, but I am sure you will find it fun.” She was now talking to me. “If you would be interested in posing with me, and she will let you, I could use a guy to work with that I know, before showing up at the studio. Actually that goes for you too.” She smiled back to Kathy. “My name is Mindy.” He extended her hand toward me.

“I’m Bill, and this is Kathy.” I said, shaking her hand.

“Nice to meet you both, here’s my number if you are ever interested.” She said as she scribbled her name, number, and a URL on a napkin. “I think I should give this to you,” handing it to Kathy, “or you can stop by here any evening. I am always here.”

“Thanks, we will keep you in mind.” Kathy replied. “How often do you pose?”

“Oh, usually I have something every other week or so. It all depends when I get away from here and have child care, also what they want. There are tons of calls for photo sessions for the web, you know the lingerie and stripper stuff, but I avoid most of that stuff. Most of what I pose for is drawing, painting, or private photo work. Although, the web stuff can pay a bit better if you get a good contract. How about you?”

“Most of my modeling is for Kate and her circle of friends, so it is mostly paint and drawing. I have done some sculpture and plaster castings.”

“That’s cool. Well, I’ll let you too be for a while. Let me know if you need a refill on your drinks or anything.” With that Mindy moved of to another table and started chatting with the folks.

“I can’t believe you got two job offers in an hour.” 

“Correction, we got two offers.” Kathy corrected. “Remember? Tina included you and Mindy was actually after you. Don’t let it go to your head though, most are just because they want to see you with your clothes off, but Mindy seems cool. So, would you pose together with me?”

“I already posed with you, kinda. Remember back at your place when we sitting around and playing twister?”

“Well, I guess that almost counts. When you are posing it is different.” Kathy paused to chew some for the calamari. “Hmm, this is better than I expected.”

“I guess I should try it then.” I took a bite. “This is much better than what have had before. I never really liked it because it was like chewing on rubber bands, and didn’t taste much better. I could almost get to liking calamari if it were like this all the time.”

“It makes a huge difference if they get it fresh and don’t over cook it. So, you never answered about posing with Mindy” Kathy said with a sparkle in her eye.

“I guess I could, but I doubt I would ever do it. It doesn’t seem right somehow.” I glanced at Mindy across the room. She had a firm, not to large ass, nice legs, decent tits, long brown hair, and a girl next door face. “Would you?” I countered.

“Sure, but it would also depend on what poses, not anything too sexually suggestive or explicit.” She smiled. “I think it might be kinda sexy to watch you pose with her, or another girl, within limits and if you were comfortable with it. Although, I would really prefer if you posed with me.”

My head was starting to spin a bit more. It was hard to tell if it was the pint I just finished, on an empty stomach, or where the discussion was headed.

“Can I get you refills?” Mindy was back.

“Yes, please.” Kathy replied in a cheery voice before I could protest.

Mindy was back in a flash and cleared the empty calamari plate.

“I surprised you again, didn’t I, about posing with someone other than me?” Kathy said.

“Uh, ya. I guess there is a lot about each other we still need to find out.”

“Ya, but there is no rush is there? It is not like we are planning a family or anything.” She giggled and smiled.

I laughed, sucking down more of the fresh pint.

“So, is there anything I should know now?” I probed. 

“No. I think you have enough to think about for now.” Another smile and a wink. “What are you hiding?”

“Are you kidding? I am the average, boring geek.”

“I still doubt that. You think about it some more while I go to the little girls’ room.” Kathy slipped out of her chair hand headed toward the back of the bar. She put a little extra wiggle in her stride, half way across the room looking back over her should with a wink and a smile.

As soon as Kathy was out of site, Mindy came over.

“Here, take this just in case you are interested and she isn’t.” She handed me a wallet sized photo of herself in lingerie with her name, phone # and URL. “I think we could have some real fun working together.”

“Ok, I’ll keep it in mind.” I replied as she started away.

I slipped the photo into my back pocket. A minute later Kathy worked her way back across the room with a little more giggle in her chest.

As she sat down she said “open your hands, palm up on the table.”

I did and she placed her fists on my hands. Smiling she opened her hands face down, releasing her bra into my left hand and thong into my right.

“I didn’t feel like wearing them anymore and thought you could hang on to them for me.” She leaned over and gave me a kiss.

I closed my hands around her underwear and deposited it in my shorts pockets.

“What do you say we finish off our drinks and get some fresh air?” I asked.

“Sounds like a plan to me” was Kathy’s reply as she scooped up her pint and chugged down the remaining quarter.

I followed her lead and polished of my drink.

“I am guessing that you are ready for the check?” Mindy had just drifted over.

“Ya, what’s the damage?” I answered.

“Eighteen fifty,” she said as she placed the ticket on the table.

I pulled out my wallet and dropped my Visa card on the ticket. What the heck, it would be about the last thing I could charge before I reached the limit.

“Be right back,” Mindy said she scooped up the card and headed back to the bar register.

“Any place specific you wanted to go?” Kathy asked.

“No, not really. I just felt it was getting a little warm and crowed here.”

“Bill, do you have another card or cash?” It was Mindy again. “I am sorry, but it appears you have reached your limit on this card.”

I grumbled to myself and produced the last twenty dollar bill from my wallet. Mindy retreated to the register to make change.

“Are you really that tapped out?” Kathy asked.

“No,” I lied. “It is just the bubble from tuition, books, and stuff. You know how it is at the beginning of the term. Everything piles on. I just lost track.” Well, the sum of my savings and checking would only about half the balance. 

Mindy returned with the change, “thanks for stopping by. I hope to see you soon.” She winked at me with a smile before turning away.

I left the change for a somewhat weak tip.

“Let’s go,” I said as I stood up. I waited for Kathy to get up, and followed her out the door.

We walked about half a block in silence before she spoke.

“I know that was a bit embarrassing, but don’t worry about it. Things like that happen. I have done it a couple of times my self.”

“Thanks. It just that I should have known and I don’t want to come across as a looser. Heck, we have only known each other less than a week.” In the back of my mind I was wondering how much modeling with Mindy would pay. Enough to pay of the credit card and cover some extra spending money?

“Now who is thinking about the future!?” Kathy said with a giggle and an elbow to my ribs.

“Alright, busted. So it does rattle around in my brain.”

She slipped her arm around my waist and gave me a squeeze. “What do you say we head back your place and get some sleep before we do much more thinking?”

“Sounds good.” I checked my watch and it was half past twelve. “Hopefully Rick and Matt opened a window or two by now.”

I put my arm around Kathy as we walked. She leaned in and rested her head on my chest. It felt so good, and we walked the rest of the way back in silence.

When we arrived back at my apartment, it was evident that Allison had shown up to keep Rick company. Also, Eric and Annie where home. As we walked in, it was obvious that Rick, Eric and Annie were all shit faced, as laud as they were and as slurred as their speech was. Matt was appeared to still be drinking beers and Allison was nursing a wine cooler, looking a little embarrassed for Rick. Well that was about par for a Saturday night, except for me not occupying a chair and nursing a beer.

“We were wondering when or if you would be back!” Eric blurted out. 

I just ignored him and asked Kathy if she wanted to have a beer or wine cooler. She declined.

“So what you feeling good?” I asked Eric.

“I feel buzzed. Just about ready for a little ride with the little lady,” punctuating his statement by giving Annie’s ass a swat, as best he could with his arm around her while sitting on the couch.

Annie replied with an elbow to the ribs, “now you can give your self a ride tonight! I think I’ll be heading home now.”

Eric pretended to be surprised and worried, but we all knew that she wouldn’t be leaving, at least with out having a little action or taking Eric with her.

“See you later this morning,” I said as I lead the way up to my room.

Getting up stairs it felt hot. Obviously they had not opened any windows to cool the place off. We entered my room closed the door again. It was as almost as cool as when we were walking outside. I was thankful I had left my window open earlier.

Kathy turned the light out. As my eyes adjusted, I could see by the moonlight she was already slipping out of her shorts and tank top.

“What’s taking you so long? Getting shy again?” She said as she moved over to me and started to unbutton my shorts.

I removed my shirt as she finished removing my shorts and briefs. I managed to kick out of my shoes as we embraced and kissed. It felt so indescribably wonderful to feel her warm, soft skin against me, the firmness of her body against mine. I could also feel my cock starting to grow, pressing against her.

She pushed a bit harder against me and backed into my bed, easying us down so that she was laying on top of me. Kathy began grinding her pelvis against my hardening manhood, eventually sliding up enough for it to spring up between her legs. She closed her legs and I could feel the warm wetness of her pussy caressing my cock.

I was so engrossed with the sensation of her hard nipples rubbing on my chest, her pussy rubbing against my cock, our tongues twisting about, and my hands exploring her body that I didn’t realize what was happening when she reached down and guided my cock into her pussy.

All at once my cock was in her. She was hot and wet. As she rode me, I could feel her tighten down as she pulled up and relax as she slide back down on my pole. I was getting close to blowing my load, sure that with each stroke it would go.

She stopped kissing me and put her mouth by my ear and whispered, “hang on just a little longer,” and with that bit my ear lobe. It was just enough to be uncomfortable, then she pushed up on her arms and started riding me faster. The bit of pain had taken my back from the edge a bit, but watching her tits move above me in the moonlight and her increasing motion were bringing me right back. Her rate of breathing increased and I could feel her clamping down on my cock on both the up and down strokes now. 




Art Model Ch. 05



This is a true story which happened a few years ago. I tend to be conservative, but with a wild streak which once in a while reveals itself. Sometimes a very small choice to indulge my exhibitionist interests leads to additional small choices linked together to form one of my adventures. Just a warning, my stories are detailed and slow to buildup for some readers. In Chapter 1, I had taken the plunge and agreed to pose for the class. While having some second thoughts, I decided to go back for another session. In Chapter 2, my session went a little late while one student kept going and things became less than professional. In Chapter 3, I had a session with another model and continued my after class routine with one of the students. In Chapter 4, my modeling session included a duo with a male model.

*

Thursday was a special day at the company. We had been making good progress and they had reached some important technical milestones ahead of schedule. We knew about it Wednesday and there were plans to have a celebratory lunch. 

I wore the best items I had packed -- a white silk skirt which form fit my waist and butt very well. This was part of a full business suit and came with a fitted jacket. I wore a blue silk blouse to accompany and wore a pair of nice white high heels. I thought I really looked sharp. 

We had established a great deal of credibility with the company and I knew this would carry over for hopefully many years. In fact, to this day, this is one of our more successful ventures. 

So I was feeling great about what we had accomplished. Under normal circumstances, this might have been a good night to go out to dinner with the company team, but I knew there would be a lot of occasions for that in the future. However, we were beginning to wrap up the training, so I was a little melancholy too that I would be coming down to visit them less going forward. 

Within that context, I began to recognize the need to savor the art modeling. Whenever I visit an unusual location, I often wonder when I leave when, or if, I will return. Australia was like that, only one time so far, but that is another story.

I thought there was a chance I could run late again to class, so as I left for the company that day I packed my little carry bag with some items so I could change into something more casual.

Sure enough, I could not leave early enough to go back to the hotel in time to change clothes and get a shower. I pulled into the parking lot about 10 minutes late. I had called Dr. Reynolds to let him know, but I only got his message machine. 

I pulled into the school parking lot to a thrill. There was Tony's black Corvette! I had hoped he would make it, but somehow I was not expecting him.

I got my bag and walked into class as quickly as I could. I apologized to the entire class. 

Tony was posing solo already and the class was already drawing. He said, "Hey, I wondered if Mike got me here under false pretenses. What kind of place are you running here?"

Everyone laughed at his comment. 

Dr. Reynolds chuckled and motioned for me to go ahead and get ready.

Tony chimed in, "Mike, let her pose dressed tonight. We've got the future Senator here!"

He was in good form. I laughed but another part of my brain had registered how good Tony looked. I have previously described him, but he was definitely a great looking man. 

Dr. Reynolds commented, "I knew you would make it, so I have Tony posing so you can easily join in."

I made my way to the dressing room as they continued. I was just unpacking my bag. I had my hair up for work and began to let it down and brush it out when Dr. Reynolds came in. He showed me the photo pose.

I said, "I really want to apologize. I don't think it is OK to just show up late again and this is not normal for me. But it is very tough to leave the company sometimes when that is the real reason I am supposed to be down here."

He smiled at me, "You don't need to say that. You have been here frankly more times than I expected and you have been very professional about letting me know your schedule. I knew it must have been something like that."

I started to unbutton my blouse as we talked. I untucked it from my skirt and let it hang showing my bra as I stepped out of my shoes. 

He was looking at me as I explained I was not sure yet how much more I would be coming down as it appeared we were starting to wind down the training.

He nodded understandingly, but still looking at me as we talked. This was part of our little routine. As I took off my blouse and put it on a hanger, I thought it was interesting we had gone through this same routine each time except when Tony and I were getting ready together the previous evening. He had the door basically closed. It was cracked a little, but no one could see in from that angle.

He was asking how many times I thought I had left as I stood in my bra. He listened carefully as I candidly said I was not sure, maybe only a couple more sessions. 

He had noticed my bra was a front clasp this time as he said, "Well, I guess you don't need any help with that one."

I smiled as I undid the front and exposed my breasts to him. He had been absolutely professional the entire time I knew him and always made me comfortable. Yet as I stood there topless and my nipples hardened under the scrutiny, I realized we both understood the other was aware of the little game and accepted it. 

I said, "Sorry. How about you help me with this skirt instead? It is always tough to get the zipper." I lied; it was easy.

He walked closer and quickly stepped to unzip my skirt. It fit well enough that it did not just drop down on its own, even unzipped. He looked up at me as if asking what to do next. I turned a little so I now had my back to him with my arms at my side.

He got the signal and pulled down at the waist of my skirt. His fingers were touching my skin as he got it past my hips. I wiggled a bit to help him.

I was left with a fancy panty which matched my bra. A lacy look. I also had on white nylons to match the outfit, thigh highs with a fancy white print at the upper thigh to keep them up.

I took the skirt from him and hung it up. This was one of my best outfits. I said, "Thank you, are you done helping?"

He looked up at me quizzically. I held my arms out to my side, "Do you want me to go out like this? Tell me what more I should leave on and I will go out whenever you are ready."

He smiled and said, "Well, originally I had planned you would go out fully nude tonight. But these are nice." 

I still held my arms out and shrugged. He leaned over and reached for my panty. He slipped his finger under the waist band at my outer hip. They were not tight by any means, but they did not just fall off. He slid his fingers over my side hips and then along the back as he inched them down. 

He avoided touching me in the front, but by the time he got them down far enough to slip off, he had gotten to touch my butt quite a bit. I stepped out of the panty. All of this was happening very quickly. However, if we were in the room much longer, it might give the wrong idea to the class.

I looked at Dr. Reynolds who had sat down on the bench to help me with the panty. Or really, to help himself to the little gift. He smiled and reached over to help with the stocking. His finger touched up very high on my inner thigh before he slipped his finger inside and slipped down the thigh band. They came off easily once down a little. First he did the left leg and then repeated it for my right leg. I slipped out of both when he stood up.

He said, "Thanks kid. You just gave an old guy a very sweet present. Very much appreciated."

I stopped smiling for a moment, "No, my pleasure. You have given me a chance to fulfill a very nice fantasy."

He looked at me, first smiling and then a nod. We both understood what had happened.

We headed out to the class when he explained where he wanted me. Tony was basically standing relaxed, fully nude. The 'package' was in full view and looked lovely. He smiled at me as I came out. 

Dr. Reynolds had me sit down in front of him. My butt was on the floor at his left foot. He had me extend my right leg straight out. My foot went past Tony's right leg. He had me take my left leg and bend it into a 'V' with my knee raised a couple of inches off the floor. My left arm was extended and laid palm flat on the floor. 

He wanted me to wrap my right arm around Tony's left leg and hold him. First, to the viewer, my face was only a few inches from his penis although I was not looking at him. I had my right hand near his upper calf and my back and head were leaned up against the outside of his thigh. 

Dr. Reynolds came around and adjusted my legs and posture a little. Then he said, "Raise your right hand higher Beth."

I started to raise my hand higher when Tony the ham cried out, "Hello, don't I get dinner and a movie first?"

The whole class cracked up laughing, including Dr. Reynolds and me. 

In response, I said, "You would have, but the Three Stooges are not playing anywhere and I could not find any corn dogs."

The class went to a whole new level of laughter and I felt Tony breaking up too.

"Touché,'" he replied. 

I had never actually moved my hand during all of this joking, but now Dr. Reynolds motioned both of his hands in an upward motion, as if saying 'please'.

I raised my hand higher and he stopped me when the heel of my hand was at his upper knee and my fingertips were a full hand length higher, so maybe my fingers were about halfway up his thigh with my forearm and hand parallel to his leg on the inside of his thigh. 

Tony made another smart aleck remark and I playfully dug my nails into his leg. That cut him off and I said, "One more word out of you and we'll have a eunuch here."

That remark had everyone laughing again and Dr. Reynolds commented, "It is 7:23 pm just in case anyone wanted to know when I officially lost control of the class."

He was not serious; everyone could tell he thought creating a friendly environment in the class was very important. The students got back to drawing and it was quiet now while they worked. It felt nice to be touching Tony like this. My hand on his leg was not erotic this way, but there was enough skin contact that it was still very engaging. As he would shift his stance one in a while, my shoulder would rub against him and would slide my hand in a small caress and go back to our pose. 

I was not in need of a break, but Tony and the students were in need when Dr. Reynolds gave us a few minutes. Tony was the quite the gentleman and moved around in front of me with hands extended to lift me up. I took his hands and he smoothly but quickly lifted me up. We came together at the hips but I curved my torso back. 

One of the students noticed and said, "Let's draw that."

We held it for a second while Dr. Reynolds said, "Beth, can you lean back even further? Tony, hold her at the waist. Tilt your head back and lift up one of you feet backwards so form a circle."

The students really liked the pose and Dr. Reynolds said maybe we could try it next session. 

Tony and I both felt we could try and hold the pose, but it was more of a pose which would work for photography, but was perhaps too strenuous to hold for the time needed here. I lifted back up and Tony released me. I went in the changing room with Tony not far behind. 

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me with my back against his chest, saying, "Hey, I thought you stood me up."

His embrace was not sexual, with his arms up high around my shoulders. I wrapped my arms over his and said, "On the contrary, I have been looking forward to tonight. I was really happy to see your car when I arrived."

He was silent, but he hugged me a little tighter.

I continued, "I am really sorry to be late. I could not get out of work."

He said, "I loved your clothes tonight. You looked fantastic. Although I kind of like you this way too."

I laughed at that and he said, "So, how about that drink tonight afterward?"

I said, "That would be great."

He started to release me and I held his arms in place saying, "Just a little longer, that feels nice."

We eventually let go and I told him to sit down and rest. He sat on the bench and I went around behind him and started to rub his shoulders.

I said, "You got me last time, my turn to return the favor."

We chatted for a bit while I massaged his shoulders and then we went back out to complete the earlier pose. It was clear Dr. Reynolds would have to decide whether to go longer with this pose because I came in late, have a shorter time with the second pose, or go a little longer at the end. I could not tell the level of progress on the drawings, but I assumed he was taking all of that into consideration.

I again enjoyed this pose, mainly due to the contact of my entire forearm and hand on the inside of Tony's leg. I also never got tired of the feeling of being the center of attention for the class's attention. 

Dr. Reynolds called for us to finish up this pose and take another break. In a way, I was disappointed as I had liked the pose we just finished, but I also knew the next one could also be nice. 

I went back to the dressing room without checking the drawings. I had made the decision to avoid direct eye contact or conversation with James. I was not mad at him, but I also thought it was just best to avoid any conflict. 

Even taking that attitude, I still adored James, and still do to this day. I mean he and I shared something very special. He is a very special person; very sweet, very innocent and so very talented. But it was going to be tough to just end it with him; practically we already had ended it. Better to just let it run its course.

Tony stayed out with the class this time. Maybe he was enjoying walking around the students fully nude. I could guess it was a bit of thrill to be talking with a young coed while standing next to her nude. But he was so casual and nonchalant about it that it appeared everyone was quite at ease. He also spent time talking to the guys so I think the girls did not feel he was trying to hit on them.

Instead, Dr. Reynolds stuck his head in the door, "Are you decent?"

I got the joke as I had not bothered to put on the robe much the last few sessions. Dr. Reynolds seemed to be much more casual around me in this state than when I had been getting dressed or undressed. How ironic is that?

I said, "C'mon in. What's up?"

He said, "I wanted to run the next options for poses by you."

He had three photos. I was fine with all of them, but really I would have just trusted his judgment anyway. The first would have Tony sitting facing the class with me behind him, where I would be kneeling and my head would be higher than his with my hands on his shoulders. The second would be a simple side by side standing photo with me a little angled to him with his arm around my shoulder. It would be a good figure drawing pose to capture each of our bodies. The third option would have Tony reclining on the sofa with me reclining against him, my back against his chest. There is always some variability within the pose, specific arm and leg positions for example, but in this pose the way it was presented in the photo, one of the male model's hands was on the girl's stomach, with the fingertips relatively close to her pubic area with the other hand on her chest just under the breast, touching but not cupping it. 

I told Dr. Reynolds I was flexible and asked him which pose he or the class preferred. He said, "My favorite is the third one, but I just wanted to clear it with you first because of the degree of contact is highest."

I said, "No, it is all right. Let's do that one since it is your preference, but thank you for asking."

He smiled and I went back out. Dr. Reynolds got Tony the way he wanted him. He was sitting with his back against the sofa. His legs were extended and his torso was at a 45 degree angle to the floor. He was to have his right leg nearest the students lay flat. He had to spread his left leg fairly wide as I was going to sit in between and lay back against his chest. I climbed up, taking a look at Tony's body as I got up close. 

He had me shift my butt both closer then farther away from Tony until he got my head at just the height he wanted. 

As I lay back against him, the skin contact again felt good. Dr. Reynolds wanted my right leg inside Tony's but he put a towel under my thigh. He wanted my leg a little bent so it would be seen but not too high. He wanted my left leg to be bent up still higher and then Tony's back leg to be highest yet. He got the legs the way he wanted. 

Dr. Reynolds wanted my right hand on Tony's leg. Again I was touching his thigh about half way up. My left hand was to reach back and reach up to his neck. He got my hair flowing out the way he wanted. It was actually a very nice pose as usual and I was once again impressed by the setup of how he structured the entire class from the very beginning until now. 

I think we looked awesome as a couple. I am embarrassed to say part of it was my skin being so much lighter than Tony, the contrast really being part of the great look. Both of us had good bodies and Dr. Reynolds selected very flattering positions for us. I continued to enjoy the entire experience.

Then came time for Dr. Reynolds to direct the position of Tony's hands. He held up the photo instead of specifically directing him. 

Tony tentatively moved his hands from his sides up to my stomach. He then lowered his right hand nearest the class. Dr. Reynolds called out 'good' at a position which was less provocative than in the photo. The middle of his palm was about equal to my belly button but off to the side, leaving his fingers extended downward so he was maybe an inch from the top of where my little strip of hair stopped. 

He then moved his left hand upward toward my breast. His fingers were just touching the underside of my breast with his thumb pointed upward along the side. This part the class could not see as it was away from their view.

Dr. Reynolds pronounced his satisfaction with 'Great' and the class went to work again. This was an interesting pose. I had a lot of skin contact with Tony; my back was against his chest even though my butt was not close enough to touch him at these angles. Our legs rubbed against each other with our hands touching each other, not intimately but close enough for strong sensations. I don't mean to be complaining, it felt very nice to be so close to such a nice looking guy. 

The real surprise was that in addition to being so nice looking, Tony actually seemed to be a nice guy. He was outgoing, but much of it seemed to be an act. He had actually been very respectful to me. Of course there had been flirting, but he had not made any unwelcome advances, either in the dressing room or during the actual poses. 

I was soaking in the scene. One aspect of the class which I may not have mentioned before is how the pose changes for each individual student based on where they are located. With eight or nice students fanned out in a semi-circle around the model, the viewpoint is different for each person. So what might be in view for one artist is not the same as for the others. 

We had been quiet for maybe 10 minutes during the pose when I felt Tony's dick rise up to touch my back. In hindsight, it is frankly a surprise it took so long. When he was lying there relaxed, he had been hanging down between his legs. I was not sure at this angle how far away from him I was exactly, but it was not mistakable when I felt him touch me for a moment.

Just then, Tony whispered only for me, "Sorry about that Beth."

I could not really answer him the way our heads were positioned without everyone hearing. As I felt him again rise up and then fall, touching me for a couple of seconds, I did not answer but I gave his leg a small squeeze so he knew I had heard him.




Art Model Ch. 05



Maybe by about a minute later he was back to being very hard and pushing against me, the head touching me at the top of my butt and the lower part of my back. There was nothing for him to say and I gave him another squeeze. 

Honestly, I not only did not mind the feeling of his dick against me, it was actually arousing. I was always somewhat aroused the entire time I had modeled for the class. This certainly took it to a heightened level and the experience was again very vivid in my mind. I wondered at some point whether this was comfortable for Tony so I shifted my weight a little onto my right side so my back away from the class lifted away from him. A normal model stretch without breaking pose. 

Tony saw his opening and I felt his left hand quickly move from my breast. He adjusted himself so now his dick was pointed upward at an angle. When I felt his hand go back up I reclined again. Now I felt him harder than before and I could feel his whole length against my back. 

He whispered, "Thanks, sorry." 

He had caught on I had shifted to give him that opportunity. I once again gave his leg a squeeze as before. 

I thought about what we would do to conceal his condition at the next break, but I need not have worried. When Dr. Reynolds called for a break, Tony said softly, "Let me reach for the towel first."

I suppose he had anticipated the possibility of getting an erection and had left a towel at the base of the sofa. He casually pulled it up as I got off. If anyone was watching really closely they might have caught a glimpse, but I did not pay that close of attention as I headed off to the dressing room. 

Tony came in behind me and closed the door. He rewrapped his towel, but there was still a pretty good tent going. We both laughed, which was sincere for each of us. 

I said the classic ice breaker, "Is that a jelly roll in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?"

He laughed and shook his head, "How embarrassing."

I said, "Tony, I think it would be tough for anyone to be in that position and not have the chance of that occurring. For your information, my own condition is just not so visible."

I looked at him as he understood what I had just said and his nod and expression indicated he now got it. 

I said, "So where are you taking me for drinks?"

"Where would you like to go?" he replied.

I responded, "I am flexible, but I would like to get something small to eat when we go and I wanted to know what to wear."

He said, "No problem, I could use a bite too. And you can wear whatever you want; there are a lot of places we could go."

This part of the conversation was not so important, but was good for distracting him a little. 

I asked, "So what are you wearing?"

He pointed to his things hanging up, which were semi-casual. I nodded and said, "Well, I suggest you follow me to my hotel so I can change clothes and drop off my car."

Tony said, "That's a plan." 

Then he continued, "Thanks for being a good sport in there. It really is embarrassing."

I looked at him, "I understand why you feel that way, but how about if I just tell you I think it is flattering. Don't worry about it. And when I squeeze your leg, just think of Rosie O'Donnell in a thong. I'm sure you will relax in a jiffy."

He let out a laugh, and then said, "You really are a good sport. Thank you."

I smiled back and said, "OK, let's go back out and finish up. Or do you need some more time?" 

Tony smiled, took a peek, and then let the towel drop off. 

I smiled as he was not quite relaxed, but good enough to go back in public, and I said, "I think you are a keeper."

We went back out and resumed our positions. I got the tingles back as our legs and bodies met again when Dr. Reynolds got us back to before, especially again when Tony put his hands on me. Very electric tingles. 

I was actually surprised not to feel Tony's dick touch me again as before; still after about 10 minutes I felt nothing. Maybe Rosie worked. 

It was another 5 minutes before I felt the first touch of his dick as before, gradually becoming more pronounced. Also as before, I gave him a squeeze and then shifted again to let him reposition himself. Probably another 5 minutes went by with him progressing to a full blown hard on. 

Sitting nude in front of the art class was enough to get my sexual urges going, laying close to a great looking nude guy while in art class, even more so. So having that same great looking guy having a hard on pressed against me certainly made it tough to daydream about normal things. 

I know that Tony had been apologetic about his erection earlier, but I also knew that was not entirely sincere. I realized he was enjoying himself pressing his dick against me. I am not going to win some beauty contest anytime soon, but I can get to the top ten and I know I am good looking. So Tony had to be loving this situation. 

I could have laid this way for days, it felt so good. But the session came to an end and Dr. Reynolds told everyone to start packing up their things. I got up as before, shielding Tony so he would get his towel set before he got up. 

I headed off to the dressing room again without talking to the class. Tony was not far behind again. After closing the door, he again came up behind me as before, giving me a hug. I could tell he had the towel on as he pressed up against me this time. 

He said, "On the one hand, I am glad the session is over so we can go have some drinks. On the other hand, I would be lying if I told you that was not one of the best times I have ever had."

I responded, "So Rosie in a thong did not work?"

I could feel and hear him laugh at that, and he held me a little tighter. 

He said, "No, a thousand Rosie's lined up couldn't have stopped me lying next to you like that. I am glad I thought to bring the towel or I would never have let you up." 

I told him, "Well, actually, that was nice. And yes, I think you would have given them something quite exciting to draw. At least for the girls."

"Yeah, I don't think the guys would have been too interested." 

I said, "Oh, I don't know about that. I think they might have been a little jealous. Women check out other women you know." 

Just then there was a knock on the door, probably Dr. Reynolds. Tony let me go and sat down on the bench as I said, "Come in."

Dr. Reynolds joined us, saying, "You two have a really good chemistry. That was an excellent pose session. I was very pleased." 

We thanked him in unison.

He continued, "So Beth, let me know as soon as you can when you know your schedule. If we can get a couple more sessions out of you, I would like to get another solo session and then hopefully do another duo. I can see about Karen's availability......"

He paused as he saw my expression and he said, ".......or maybe Tony can be persuaded to come back out again. I know he found this session very grueling; brutal labor. But maybe he will have forgotten by then how tough it was."

Of course it was all tongue in cheek as Tony said, "I am just in it for the money Mike. If you can find a nicer looking model, maybe I can make another session."

I was standing a couple of feet away when he said that, so I grabbed a robe and threw it at him. I looked at Dr. Reynolds and said, "Let's see what I can throw at you too. You two are a couple of real characters."

But it was all in fun. Dr. Reynolds just said 'let me know' as he left us. 

Tony got up and said, "Should we get going for that drink?"

I smiled and nodded, "Yes, let's go."

Tony dropped his towel and still had an erection, although he had relaxed a little. I looked at him and smiled, "I think I had better get you out of here and find something to divert your attention."

He said, "As long as you are standing there with nothing on, not much chance of that."

I said, "You are sure good for a girl's ego."

Tony dropped the towel and approached me, looking me right in the eye, "You are pretty good for a guy's ego too."

He stopped in front of me, his hands at his sides, but his dick now hard again and sticking straight out.

I looked back into his eyes, trying to avoid looking down at him. 

Tony reached up and cupped my breast, gently, but followed by a squeeze. I did not try to stop him, but I continued to look into his eyes. 

I said, "We need to go Tony. You have a bunch of kids about 20 feet away right now."

As I said it, still looking into his face, I said, "Let's go."

I really wanted to take him right there in the dressing room. I had enough time over the last couple of days to know I wanted to have sex with him. I knew he was interested too, but I did not want to act too impulsively. 

I thought Tony was a great looking guy and I was immensely attracted to him. But I never could get over my inhibitions about sleeping with a guy without some courtship, even though there have been some exceptions. As I got to know him from our discussions, I was somewhat surprised to find he had an introspective side too, had been raised with courtesy and manners, not some dumb buffoon. I was also very horny though, and I was fighting hard to show some restraint.

I gave him a smile and said, "Maybe you should trust me a little."

He smiled, reached for his shirt, saying, "OK, OK."

We were both looking at each other and seemed to connect. 

I turned to get dressed. I decided to put on my business outfit again since I was going back to my hotel to change. I did not put on the stockings again, but we both dressed quickly and got ready to leave. 

Tony looked great again. He had on a pullover knit white crew shirt. Not a t-shirt though, a nice fabric. Simple and classy. He looked good in his jeans and sandals. I was way over dressed, but I had decided the cutoff jean shorts and black t-shirt were not the right look. 

We talked as we got dressed, telling him where I was staying. He agreed to give me a couple minutes to change and freshen up and he would wait out front. 

Dr. Reynolds was the only one left as we came out. The students had apparently rushed to get going, as Tony and I had not been in the dressing room very long. Tony and I walked out together. As we were going to separate, I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward me. 

I leaned up on my tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, "Thanks for tonight, see you in a few minutes."

As I let go of his hand to go to my car, he grabbed me then and pulled me to him. We briefly kissed, but this time on the lips, Tony saying, "Can't wait."

We drove off but Tony got stuck at a light and I went on. I got to the hotel ahead of him and went up through the side entrance and went up to my room. I quickly undressed. I wanted to get ready quickly, but I could not stop myself from touching my pussy which was still very wet. I took a super quick shower, careful not to get my hair wet or mess up my makeup. 

When I saw what Tony was wearing, I had decided to dress similarly. I had packed my blue jean skirt, which showed a lot of leg, but was not so high to be sleazy. I have nice toned legs from running, and what the heck; sometimes it is good to look hot. I put on a matching white bra and panty, simple but nice. I had a clingy white top to match him. It had very short sleeves and a v-neck that with this bra showed a tiny bit of cleavage. It was the kind of shirt where no guy was going to know what color my eyes were all night. 

I had some casual shoes, open toed sandals, and I was ready to go. I had been in the room less than 10 minutes. It was still early, only around 9:45 pm, as I walked through the lobby. Don't let any woman tell you different; when you are pretty, in good shape, and dressed as you want, there is a confidence and knowing men are checking you out as you go by is not a bad thing. There are times and places where that is offensive, but generally I am glad men find me attractive. 

I made it out to the main doors as one of the staff got the door for me and smiled. I walked out and saw Tony waiting by his car. I walked up to him and he said, "You look terrific." 

I said, "Thank you. You look great too."

He smiled, "Thank you too, but when you walk in the room, no one will even know I am there."

I replied, "That is not true, they will think we are a nice looking couple."

We gave each other a brief peck on the lips. The valet parking attendant opened the door to Tony's car for me. I will also be candid on two points. First, dressed the way I was with the short skirt, it is not easy to enter a car without showing a lot of leg as you get in. It is even tougher to get in a Corvette, sunken low to the ground. So any girl will struggle a little to get in with modesty. The second point to make though is that I was not trying to be too careful. As the parking guy held my door, unless he was looking away, he could get a look at my panty. 

I was not looking at him as I got in the car, but somehow I had high confidence he had enjoyed the show. 

He smiled at me as he closed the door and I thanked him. It was a warm night and Tony asked if I wanted the top up or down. It was down at the moment. 

I told him, "Leave it down. Thanks for asking."

We started on our way. He looked over at me and smiled. He reached over and took my hand in his, I thought it was nice.

Tony asked me where I wanted to go and I told him, "I'm flexible. You pick, just pick a place where we can get something small to eat."

He said, "Should we eat first, and then go for drinks?"

I replied, "No, not necessary."

He did not announce where we were going, but I had to laugh to myself as he selected the same bar I had went to just two nights ago after dropping off James. In hindsight, I could have gone out with Tony that night instead as he had invited. 

I could not tell him that as I had told him I could not go out because I had to work early. I have been into the place quite a few times and I knew people would recognize me.

Tony came around to get my door after we parked. I tried not to be obvious, but he got a little nicer show than the valet parking guy at the hotel. However, it was for waste as he took my hand and pulled me up, but the whole time looking at my eyes. Interesting. 

He pulled me toward him and this time we actually kissed. It was lovely. He was not aggressive about it at all and I knew I could have avoided it without effort. However, I wanted to kiss him too. It was still a short kiss, but our lips melted into each other and it was warm and tender. Gosh, he was charming too. How could he know the right way to proceed with me was not being aggressive? Had he picked up on something, or was that his way? Whatever, I liked it.

I took his arm as we walked in the bar. A lot of people recognized Tony and it took us a few minutes for him to greet various people. He was polite enough to introduce me as we went around; some of the people who worked there clearly remembered me from earlier. 

I got the impression Tony was happy to have me with him. I didn't mind him showing me off, it was fun. Several guys gave me one of those looks as if 'wouldn't you rather be out with me'. That was fun too, but the reality was I was happy to be out with Tony. 

We got a table and ordered some food and some drinks. We spent the next hour enjoying each other's company while we ate and had a couple of rounds. Our conversation was nothing of significance; a million small subjects as we got to know each other. However, it was never forced and we were both interested in what the other was saying. We were sitting across from each other while we talked. At one point, he reached across the table extending his hand. I set mine in his as we looked in each others eyes. 

The band started to play, some nice smooth blues and rock-n-roll. Under normal circumstances, I would have been happy to listen, but it was now too loud to talk. I told Tony I was going to use the ladies room. I looked back as I was walking away to see him watching me with a smile on his face. 

When I got back, I took the seat next to him as we faced the band. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me toward him. We could talk a little easier this way as my head was closer to him, but it was still loud. 

I think Tony was reading my mind, "It's a little loud in here, let's move on to someplace else. What do you think?"

I looked back and nodded, "I was thinking the same thing."

We walked out with Tony leading as we held hands again. We got to Tony's car and we kissed again. Another soft deep kiss, tender but longer this time. 

He got the door again for me, quite the gentleman. It was a little cooler but we still decided to keep the top down. As we drove on, I loved the feeling of my hair blowing in the wind. We were both quiet as we drove, it would have been difficult to talk over the wind anyway, but I think we were both enjoying the drive. I leaned over toward Tony over the console, resting my hand on his leg as he put his right arm around me. 

We had both been behaving completely as 'normal people', each of us ignoring the fact we had been modeling nude together. I liked it very much that he had not been assuming anything and had been treating me respectfully all evening. I could tell it was not just an act, that he really was treating me with interest and dignity. 

He took me to a hotel, saying as we drove up they had a nice bar. We pulled up and the valet got my door. I did not go out of my way to give him a show, but as before, it was not that easy to get out ladylike anyway, but after a couple of drinks I was not worried about it too much. Anyway, let's just say there are some perks to parking cars. 

We walked through the lobby with the people behind the desk smiling at as we walked by. Tony made a good choice; the hotel bar was not too crowded, but not dead either. It was quiet enough for talking and we ordered a bottle of wine. 

We found a table away from the 15-20 people in the bar. We continued our conversation from earlier, but this time we also included some discussion of the modeling. I found out Tony had been modeling for the class over the last three years, although it was random and he had only done in total as many sessions as I had done in this one semester. 

Tony said, "I don't mind the nude modeling, it is fun to show off a little."

We both candidly admitted some of the same appeal; some exhibitionism in a safe situation, keeping some degree of anonymity due to drawing although Tony had done some photography also. 

He admitted having a discussion with Dr. Reynolds about me. Dr. Reynolds had called seeing if he would be available to model with me, but he had not volunteered any description. Tony said he had some conflicts, but cleared his way when Dr. Reynolds had described how great of a couple he thought we would be. Tony's interest had been sharpened. 

We sipped our wine, holding hands and continuing our candid discussion. I was not drunk, but our drinking had clearly put both of us in a good mood. Tony got up to use the restroom and he looked back to see me watching him go. I could see him laugh as he kept going. 

He sat closer to me as he returned. He had his arm around me now and I rested my hand on his leg as we cuddled. The bartender had known Tony as we came in, but I essentially did not know anyone in the place and he did not care. Our caresses were getting a little daring as we finished up the wine. 

He asked if we should have another drink, but I told him we should get the check and we could have a nightcap at my hotel. It was now around midnight. He paid the bill and we took off again. We were arm in arm as we went through the lobby and we kissed outside the main door as they were getting his car. 

The valet got a much better show this time. Certainly the drinks had helped loosen me up, but more so my attraction to Tony. His looks, manners, the afterglow from the modeling session, our caresses at the bar, along with the intellectually stimulating discussion had put me in a good mood. I got in slower this time, my legs a little wider than before and my jean skirt hiked up higher than before. The only way this could have been better was if I had not been wearing panties, but my intention getting dressed that evening had not been to put on a flashing show. The parking attendant had a big smile for me as drove off.




Art Model Ch. 05



We got to my hotel. There was no parking attendant on duty, so Tony parked the car himself. He parked a little away from other cars to keep the 'Vette away from errant doors. But we were also somewhat secluded now and we both wanted to kiss anyway. Our mouths met again tenderly, but it was quickly followed by hands caressing each other, this time without prying eyes. I gasped when I felt Tony's hand reach up to cup my breast. 

He stopped for a moment when I flinched, but I pulled my head away and smiled at him, and he resumed his touch now. He started to squeeze me now, not too hard but it felt marvelous. My hand had been resting on his thigh, but now I was also more assertive and began to move my hand up and down his leg. 

We continued to kiss and explore each other's bodies with our hands.

I said, "Let's go inside Tony."

I could see he was a little disappointed thinking we would now go in to have our nightcap. Tony got out getting my door again, the continuing gentleman. I did the best job I knew how to do in giving him the same show I had given the parking lot attendant, but making sure Tony did not think it was on purpose. 

I could not pull that off and still watch to see his reaction, but Tony lifted me toward him and we embraced now under the lights of the parking lot. We kissed again and Tony reached down to touch my butt. 

I made a sound which let him know I liked his touch and I felt him reach down farther and lift my skirt. I felt his hand on my butt now. It was not on my bare butt cheek because I was wearing my panty, but it still felt great. I did not remove his hands, but I pulled my head back to look around. 

I laughed, "Hey mister, we are not in art class anymore. Keep us out of jail, OK."

He laughed too, but he kept his hands on my butt and now squeezed. My own arms were around his waist at his back, but I had my own desires too and I lowered them to his butt and squeezed too.

I had not seen anyone around, but I also had not been able to take a good look either. I liked the idea of putting on a show for anyone paying attention, but I was not quite ready to be that bold yet either. 

I said, "Let's go in."

We kissed again and then went on our way. Tony made a point of grabbing my butt under my skirt again as we walked and I felt his finger rub against my pussy for a brief moment. I stopped walking and I felt him rub my more deliberately this time. 

I was on fire now. We started up again and made it to the hotel lobby. The desk clerks recognized me as we walked in, smiling and nodding at us. We walked into the bar; there were only a couple of people left at this late time. I pulled Tony's hand and led him out. He followed me as we headed to the elevators. I pulled him in and hit the button to my floor. He had a big grin on his face. 

As the elevator door closed, Tony moved his hand back up to my breast. I closed my eyes as he squeezed me. He moved his other hand under my top and I smacked him and pulled away as the door to the elevator opened.

We were smiling at each other as I led him to my room. I was trying to find my key as we stood in front of the door. Tony stood behind me and cupped my breasts in his hands. I pushed my butt back against him and finally found my key.

We quickly got in the door and closed it behind us. Tony reached for the bottom of my top and began to slowly lift it up. I smiled as he did that and lifted my arms to help. He tossed it onto the chair and then moved behind me to unfasten my skirt. I wanted him to continue and soon he slid it off of me. I stepped out of it and stood before him in my bra and panty. 

He stood admiring my body with a big smile on his face. 

He said, "Turn around Beth."

I knew what he wanted and then I felt him unclasp my bra. I held it in front of me with my arms as he ran his fingers over the back of my legs and then traced his fingers across my ass and now bare back. I then felt his fingers slide inside my panty and he slowly lowered it to the floor. 

I turned to face him and lowered my bra, tossing it aside. I now stood before him nude. He had seen me nude on many occasions, but of course this was different now.

I said, "Do you see anything you like?" 

He replied, "I see everything I like."

He came to me and kissed me as we embraced. We kissed for what seemed like forever, first tender and then with a growing passion. I felt his hands finally cup my butt and as he squeezed me, I was on fire. 

I pushed him away far enough to look him over.

I said, "Now it is your turn." 

He started to unbutton his shirt, but I stopped him.

"No, you don't do anything. I want to enjoy this."

I unbuttoned his shirt and then went around behind him as I lifted it from his shoulders and tossed it onto the chair.

Still behind him, I reached around and undid his belt. I ran my hands over his chest and stomach and then went around to the face him. I remained standing while I unfastened his pants. My hand glanced against his already hard dick as I unzipped him.

He kicked off his own shoes as I lowered his pants and took them off of him. I kneeled down and lifted each foot as I took off his socks. His dick was straining against his brief. I looked up at him and smiled.

I said, "It looks like we only have one more item to go."

As I reached up to take it off of him, I ran my palm over his dick lightly. He pulled his head back and I could see him gasp. He looked back down at me as I slid his brief off and tossed it aside. 

I told him, "You have an amazing body. I was turned on the moment I saw you."

His dick was sticking straight up and I reached up and stroked him. 

He said, "I felt the same way."

I pulled his cock down so the head was now pointing at me and I licked him with the tip of my tongue while I looked up at him staring down at me.

I had felt his erection during the modeling, but he had never gotten this hard before and I could not get a good look at him until now. He was long even when he was not hard, but now it is not an exaggeration to say he was a full 9 inches and pretty thick too. I was starting to imagine what it was going to feel like with him inside me.

I slid my mouth over him and took a couple of inches inside me and began to suck him. 

Tony suddenly pulled back and lifted me up to him. He kissed me deeply with our tongues mingling. It was not aggressive, but deeply passionate. 

He then pulled me over to the bed and laid me down. I was a little disappointed when I thought he wanted to fuck right away but instead as he spread my legs and looked like he was going to penetrate, instead his mouth went to my nipple and he started to lick my breast. He took his time, alternately sucking, lightly biting, or licking all around. It felt like magic.

He then moved over to my other breast and did the same. Now I was sure he was ready to fuck, but instead he started to lick down my stomach. He bypassed my pussy but then jumped down to the inside of my thigh near my knee. He looked up at me and smiled as he began to kiss and lick my thigh, rising slowly higher.

I was dying with anticipation as he got closer and closer to my dripping pussy. Finally I could feel his warm breath as he was licking the inside of my thigh so close. He then started licking my pussy and I gasped. 

I tingled all over as his tongue slipped inside me. For the record, he knew what he was doing as he continued to slowly eat my pussy. He clearly was watching for my reaction as he even got lighter with his tongue as he found my clit. I reached down and grasped his head as he began to tongue me a little harder now.

"Oh my god Tony, that's it."

I was panting as I could feel him start to build an orgasm. I was already throbbing and my pussy felt unbelievably wet as he continued. He lightly bit me and it sent me still higher. As he began to lick me again, I felt him slip a finger inside me and I came right away. He knew what he was doing still and my orgasm was both long and intense. My entire body was rigid as he continued to lick me while my body slowly started to relax. 

He clearly recognized I had just cum and he lifted up to smile at me.

He said, "I love the taste of your pussy Beth."

I pulled him up toward me and I could taste my pussy juices as we kissed. I really wanted him to fuck me now and after a few minutes of kissing him we rolled over so he was lying on his back. 

I started to kiss and lick his nipples. It was fun for me to see them get hard and for Tony to tense up. I guess that was not part of his normal experience. He was still hard as I slowly made my way down his stomach. He was watching me and squeezing my breast, so I shifted around so my butt was to the side of his head as I began to suck him again.

I wanted to fuck him, but I also wanted him to enjoy the whole experience as I had when he ate me out. I started to slowly slide down on his stiff dick. He was so big I had absolutely no chance to take all of him, but I probably got about 5 or 6 inches. Even though I could not take all of him, I know a lot of tricks and I would pause to lick and suck his balls, sometimes suck deeply and other times lightly bite him. 

He was relaxing while I sucked his cock, but after maybe ten minutes of this, I felt him reach up and slide his finger inside my pussy again. I lifted my head off and looked back to see him grinning widely.

He said, "You are going to make me cum if you continue that, and I am not ready for that yet. If you know what I mean."

I said, "As much as I would like that right now, I do know what you mean baby."

I think Tony had some idea for position as he started to get up, but I pushed him back to lie down again.

I said, "Not yet. Relax."

He got the message and I lifted up to face him as I moved across the bed. I rubbed my dripping pussy against his cock a few times while I sat on him, making him groan.

I then lifted up higher and grabbed his dick and positioned him at my pussy. I slowly lowered myself onto him, just a little at first. I intended this first penetration to be as slow as possible. He just had the head inside me and as I lowered myself down, I could feel my pussy stretch to accommodate him. Soon I had a couple of inches inside me.

We were looking at each other the whole time. Neither of us was smiling. Our expressions were more of subdued as each of us was enjoying the sensations. Neither of us said anything as I went down a little more, gradually taking more of his totally hard dick. 

I had half of him inside me when I could not wait any longer and I dropped down on him. I sear I could feel every millimeter of his dick as I ground my pussy against him. When someone says they were in balls deep, that was us right then. 

We both groaned at the same time. Tony reached up and started to squeeze my tits as I began to fuck him. I was moving not just up and down but also toward his head and away from him. I could feel him sliding against my clit. 

We were smoothly fucking as my pussy was so wet. His dick was large, but it was never painful. One of those perfect occasions where the size was great, but he also knew what he was doing. 

We fucked this way for a few minutes when Tony started to roll me. He got up and moved around. I thought he wanted to fuck missionary, but he stopped me as I moved to lay back.

He moved me over to the side of the bed and lifted up my ass as he stood behind me. I was on my knees, but my shoulders and head were on the bed. He wasted no time before I felt his cock enter me. He slid in slowly on the first thrust. It was just magic as I felt him go deeper and deeper. It felt has though his cock was immense. Whenever I thought I had all of him, I felt a little more enter me.

I was completely full when I felt him finally bump against my ass. He grabbed the size of my ass and pulled me toward him, and I felt even a tiny bit more of him enter me. He held his cock deep inside me and moved from side to side as I groaned.

He then started to pull out, again very slowly. I already missed his cock inside me as he pulled out almost all the way, but then quickly thrust back in. Now it was Tony's turn to fuck me. 

My god, did he know what he was doing. He alternated between fast and slow, deep and just a little. I could feel another orgasm building as he was thrusting harder and harder now. 

I think he was perceptive enough to realize I was close and he just kept fucking me.

"Oh Tony, just like that, don't stop."

I let out a major groan as he made me cum again. This one was just as intense as the first, but this time it lasted longer as he continued to fuck me. There is no other way to say it. Yes, we were making love, but right now he was fucking me and it felt absolutely fantastic. 

He continued to fuck me hard even after I had started to relax again and now I felt Tony start to tense up. That was my signal and I pulled away from him and got down in front of him.

I took his throbbing cock in my mouth and started to suck him furiously. My pussy juices were everywhere. I pulled back for just a second and Tony shot out a stream of cum onto my cheek. I had intended to have him cum inside my mouth, but this was good too and I stroked him while he shot another burst onto my mouth and chin. If this had been a porn movie, it would have been considered a first class money shot as let out still another stream, but this time into my mouth. 

I dropped my mouth on him then and started to suck, tasting my pussy and his salty cum all mixed together. The cum from earlier was starting to drip onto my tits there was so much. I continued to feel Tony cum in my mouth -- this was one of the biggest loads I had ever experienced. 

Finally as I sucked, I felt him gradually begin so soften. I pulled off for just a moment to look up at him, but he had his eyes closed and his head back. Suddenly he looked down at me and smiled. I dove back on his dick and now as he began to relax, I could take all of him in my mouth, alternately sucking and moving my mouth. 

He lifted me up to sit on the bed as he faced me.

He looked at me and laughed, "I guess I made a pretty big mess here."

In response, I slid my finger over my cheek and then slipped my finger inside my mouth. I did the same thing on my tits and swallowed that too.

Tony looked in awe as I said, "I like the taste of your cum, but you sure have a lot of it baby."

He laughed again and pulled me close where we now kissed. I guess having me still covered in his cum and the taste on my mouth did not bother him as we kissed long and deeply. 

Finally we lay back down on the bed in each other's arms and held each other.

Tony said, "That was amazing."

I replied, "You're right, that was amazing."

We hugged each other and intertwined our legs as we relaxed. 

I told Tony that I had to leave early in the morning, but I hope he would stay the night. 

"You could not drag me out of here."

We fell asleep in each others arms. I guess I awoke after a little while before he did. We must have slept for an hour or so. I went and used the bath room and drank some water. Tony was awake looking at me as I returned to bed. I had brought water for him to and he readily accepted it. 

I lay back down and he rolled over to look at me, lifting his head. He ran his right hand over my body, sliding up from my leg to gently brush over my pussy and finally reaching up to squeeze my breast again.

He lowered his head to kiss me and once again the only way to describe it was very light, very gentle, and very tender. I loved it. 

I reached around to put my hand behind his neck as we kissed. 

He down at me, "I like the way you kiss."

I replied, "I like the way you do everything."

He responded by resuming to kiss me. I would like to record here that Tony was an amazing lover. He was respectful, but also passionate and he knew when to take charge too. 

I felt his hand rub against my pussy and I spread my legs for him to make it easier. I was moist, but not dripping wet as before. But he slowly rubbed me and soon I was ready again. 

I looked down at him and he had a semi-hard dick. I reached down and began to stroke him. He did not need too much effort before he was completely hard again.

I looked at him and laughed, "Well, I wonder what he wants."

Tony laughed too, but before he could say anything, I slid down and took him in my mouth. Tony moved himself and then pulled me on top of him. Quickly we were in a 69 position. I had a difficult time concentrating as he licked me. We were both hungry for each other and after a few minutes I lifted up.

This time Tony laid me down gently and got on top of me. I spread my legs and he mounted me. I was really wet now as Tony slid in. I think he would have gone in gradually if he had met any resistance, but the way it happened was so smooth. He slipped inside me all the way on the first thrust and he held it there, leaning down to kiss me briefly.

We were looking in each others eyes as he began to slowly pump me. There was lust present for sure, each of us enjoying the sensations of each other's body. Again my pussy felt electric as he moved in and out, stretching as he entered me. I mean wow, he had a really nice cock and I could not have dreamed of a more tender lover. 

I could not get enough of him looking right into my eyes as we began fucking each other again. I wrapped my legs around him as he pumped in and out. Sometimes he would lower his chest onto mine, or slightly off to the side, maybe to rest his arms. When he would lift up again, he would thrust faster and harder. 

We were going like that for really about what seemed like 30 minutes. He had given me another orgasm. Not quite as intense as the first two, but wonderful nonetheless. 

Again I could tell when he was starting to get close himself. He started fucking me harder and faster and I could feel his cock get even harder as he built up. Finally he pulled out and he came across my stomach, some of his cum reaching up to my breasts. This was not as huge a load as before, but still a large amount by any standard. I watched him as he came. He had his eyes closed, but I got a kick out of seeing him tense up and groan. 

When he opened his eyes again and saw me looking at him, he gave me a big smile and then leaned forward to kiss me again. I embraced him as we kissed, our bodies so close now as we lay there. 

Unbelievable. 

We did not bother cleaning up as he rolled in beside me again and we cuddled. We both fell asleep again, but this time we slept until my alarm went off. I had set it with a little padding, but not too much.

He asked if I could stay over another day, but due to some urgent matters back at my office, there was no chance as much as I would have liked to. He was understanding as we got up. We did take a shower together and got ready. It was a lot of fun as our hands roamed over each other the entire time. 

But finally we needed to part. I packed up my stuff and Tony accompanied me as I checked out. I did not care about the glances from the people behind the desk guessing he had spent the night. They knew me at the hotel as I had been a regular guest for many months, but whatever they thought, no one said anything. 

Tony walked me out to my car and I put everything in the trunk. He spun me around to face him in the parking lot and pulled me close. We kissed again.

He asked me, "So when are you coming back? And will I see you?"

I leaned into kiss him, deeply. This was not gentle and tender. This was more passionate. 

I said, "I am not sure yet when I come back, but you damn well better believe you are going to see me Mister."

He both looked at each other and he leaned in to kiss me as I sat down in the car. One last kiss. Then we waved as I drove off. 




Art Model



Sort of to break the tension, I said, "No piercings, scars or tattoos."

He replied, "You have a great figure, congratulations, you will work out fine. Nice tone and lots of curves. You obviously keep in good shape. As we say in the art world, you have a voluptuous body. Would you mind if I offer a couple of suggestions?"

I replied, "Yes, of course."

He continued, "It will be best if you use a nail polish of a natural color or none at all and light or even no makeup. Whatever you are comfortable with, but nothing that draws too much attention. Your body will be the focus."

I listened as he continued, "It may not be possible for you if you are coming right from work, but it would also be better if you do not wear a bra or panty or tight fitting clothes for maybe an hour before we start, so the lines on your skin have time to fade. You can wear your hair down, but sometimes I might want you to wear it up if you agree. It is also up to you, but we prefer if you can remove rings and not wear any jewelry."

His suggestions made perfect sense and I thanked him. As I had been standing there nude while we talked as he had been looking me over, my nipples had been very hard. 

He said, "I will not pressure you to decide right away. Think about it and get back to me. However, I think you would be a great model for the students and I hope you will decide to go ahead."

I said, "I don't have to think about it. I will try it out for at least one session and then we can talk about it again going forward."

He said, "That's fantastic. Thank you."

We talked about me starting in two weeks as I would be back again then. He showed me the initial poses he had in mind. The first would be sitting on the sofa with legs extended. The second would be a fully nude standing pose with arms up. 

He said, "If you want to try them for a second, it might help you think about it."

I agree it was a good idea and I sat down on the sofa. It had no back and only one end had an arm. So I leaned back and tried to imitate the picture he had shown me. I raised my knee on the leg toward him and rested my hand on the knee. It was something like the style Kate Winslet had done on the movie Titanic. 

He said, "Good, good. Now arch your back a little and push your chest forward. Good. Look toward me now, good. And now tilt your head upward. Perfect. Hold that and you have got it."

While he was giving me the pose instructions he had been walking around the sofa, sort of looking at all angles. I realized when he was standing at the foot of the sofa he could have a pretty good look at my pussy from that angle. However, it did not seem like he was doing anything other than professional. After all, this was about nude modeling. He had not talked me into anything. 

For the second pose, I simply stood. I positioned my legs where the right was in front of the left. My right arm went behind my head and my left arm was up too, but curved to touch my shoulder. I knew this kind of pose would make my breasts look great. 

"OK, you are a natural. That's great." 

I relaxed, "Thank you."

I asked him he could give me a photocopy of the two poses. 

He said, "Sure. I'll make a photocopy. Why don't you go ahead and get dressed and come back to my office where we can finish up. Oh, by the way, the house rules on your dressing room are if the door is closed, no one may come in without knocking and hearing your welcome. If the door is open or cracked, people may knock and come in at the same time. Sometimes the students will use the bathroom in that room. We have never had any thefts, but you might not want to bring anything too valuable."

When I returned to the office, we exchanged telephone and contact information and set up a schedule for me in the class. It was clear I could back off after the first session if I did not like it, but if we went forward, he wanted to try and get a plan in place. We also exchanged e-mail addresses so if my travel plans changed I could give him as much advance notice as possible. 

As I drove away, I felt a little exhausted. Not from being tired from not enough sleep, but more as if I had been very much at a high level of concentration and could now relax. This modeling was a way for me to fulfill the fantasy without losing my anonymity. I realized I was aroused after standing nude in front of a stranger like that. 

It was not as if I had been attracted to Prof. Reynolds sexually. The point was the situation was the reason I had been aroused. Being an object, even if was artistic in nature, was somewhat thrilling. I had the feeling this was how it must have felt after a photography photoshoot. 

During the next two weeks, the thought of my upcoming modeling session was never too far from my thoughts. I thought about what my attitude would be in front of the larger audience. How I would feel after the initial thrill wore off? My mind would often drift off to various unrealistic fantasies over what would happen.

My feelings got more intense as I prepared to fly down on Monday morning. I worked Monday afternoon and then went for a long run before dinner. I went out to a local college bar and had a few beers while listening to live music. 

Even though I had to work on Tuesday, when I awoke I realized the day had finally come. I never thought to back out; I was looking forward to the session. I was actually grateful for working. I had to concentrate during the training session, so it made the day go by quite fast. I got back to my hotel only about an hour before I would have to go to the school. I took a quick shower. 

I followed the suggestions from Dr. Reynolds and did not wear a bra or panty as I dressed. I carried a little duffel bag with those things and wore a different sun dress which did not look too sleazy without a bra. 

I had butterflies as I drove over, even more tense as I pulled into the parking lot. I arrived a couple of minutes early and went inside. I stopped by Dr. Reynolds office, but his office was empty. I walked over to the studio where he was already there with the students. He saw me and walked over. He looked briefly relieved, as if he was worried whether I would show up or not.

He extended his hand, "Nice to see you. C'mon, let me introduce you to the students."

He escorted me over to the group.

"Hello, everyone, this is Beth. She is going to be modeling for us this evening."

The students, I should say kids, were all smiling and very friendly. I did not get all of the names as it was going very fast. It was 8 students; I guess the two non-committed did not come after all, evenly split between men and women. 

I am 35 now and this happened when I was 30. I say 'kids' because many looked like they were around 20 years old. It was not a problem, but somehow it had not crossed my mind the college students would be college age. So much for my great analytical skills. 

The students were getting their things set up when Dr. Reynolds told me to come out whenever I was ready.

I went into the adjacent room where I had changed before. It was not a locker room, more of a storage area. There was a bathroom with a door, but where I was changing was open if someone walked in unless the door was closed. I closed it, set my things on a chair and started to get undressed. I was starting to question this decision when I heard Dr. Reynolds knock. 

I was already nude, so I held the robe up in front of me as I said, "Come in."

He looked at me and said, "Beth, don't be nervous. The students are also new to art modeling. I think they are looking forward to it, but this will be a new experience for them too. Just relax tonight, and tell me privately if anything bothers you."

I smiled as he finished and relaxed a little. I slipped on my robe as he was giving me the calming words. I was in control enough that I could act calm enough to fool others, but inside I was still very anxious.

I came out of the room wearing my robe and went over to the sofa as we had rehearsed. Just as I do at a nude beach, I took sort of a mental deep breath and removed the robe. Dr. Reynolds came over as I handed it to him and got into position. 

I had practiced the pose many, many times over the previous two weeks. So I think I got pretty close to correct right away. Dr. Reynolds made a couple of slight adjustments to my right leg and shoulder position. He laid a silk cloth over my pussy area. His final instruction was to look up a little and to relax my face. 

Generally I had avoided looking at the students while I disrobed and got into position so as not to be too nervous. I kept my head still, but to the extent I could I scanned the room at the students. 

Some were using easels; some had pads on their laps or crooked into their arms. Dr. Reynolds was doing some final adjustments to the lighting. 

I listened as he was giving some tips to the class. "Observe the shadows and light through her hair. Start with contour and outline. Compose the whole image in your mind before you start."

I had been told there was some spectrum of skill levels for the various students. Some had been in art classes their whole lives; others were relatively new but had demonstrated a talent sufficient to be admitted. 

Dr. Reynolds himself was walking around to each of the students. I could hear just bits and pieces as his specific instructions were spoken low to not distract the other students. It seemed they were all doing pencil drawings tonight to begin. I could hear some instructions on very technical terms such as the angle of the pencil, how sharp of a point to use, etc. But I would also hear instructions related to me -- "notice the muscle tone around the shoulders, try to capture it. See how the shadows around her neck flow, don't pay so much attention to her hair yet. That comes later". 

I had relaxed by now. I was comfortable holding the pose in this position. But I also felt still some exhilaration knowing the students were looking at me. In this pose, and because the students were in a semi-circle around me, I realized they did not all have exactly the same view of me. My right arm was probably obscuring some view of my breast for some of them while others would have a clear view of my nipples. I had relaxed enough so that my nipples were no longer hard. 

We had been going for about 30 minutes when Dr. Reynolds suggested a break. It felt good to stand up and I walked over to slip on my robe. I walked back to the other room and stretched for a moment. 

Dr. Reynolds peeked his head in, "Are you doing alright?"

I smiled and said, "Actually, this is fun."

He replied, "That's great. I can tell you will be a great model."

I came back out after just a couple of minutes and resumed my pose. I did notice some of the students checking me out pretty closely after I took off my robe and walked back to the sofa giving them an unobstructed view of my body. 

I was apparently not in exactly the same pose as before as Dr. Reynolds spoke some adjustments to posture and position. After a couple of shifts in my position, he was satisfied, "Good, just like that."

We continued as before. I would glance my eyes at some of the students while they drew. Some would smile slightly; others did not seem to notice. All of them seemed to be very intent on their drawing. I would concentrate on the pose, it was not really possible to just let my mind wander unrestrained. I did wonder how the drawings were coming, I wondered what the professor and students were thinking. I thought of what it would have been like to have been a model for one of the master artists. 

I was still very thrilled by the entire experience. We had been going for another 30 minutes or so when Dr. Reynolds called for another break. I walked over and put my robe back on. I asked if it was alright if I looked at the drawings. He said of course. 

The students were all talented, but it was easy to see the differing skill levels. I was very impressed by the overall quality of the students' drawings. I was glad that none of the drawings would allow my identity to be seen clearly. It was also clear that some were faster than others. A couple of the drawings were essentially complete, others were perhaps half done. 

With that as context, I should say my focus as I looked at the drawings was how I looked. I was very happy with the results. My shape looked wonderful, some of the more advanced students gave me goose bumps as I viewed their work. They were so good. I am not the art expert, but I know what I like and what I don't. Even with my layman's knowledge, some of the drawings were better than the others. For one in particular, I felt I looked fantastic. He had captured the pose, the light, the shadows, the feelings. My body and face looked special, I was very pleased. I noticed he had noticed many details, such as shadows on my shoulders and waist; he had captured details including a hardened nipple. Just seeing this made them harden again. I was glad I had the robe on. 

Dr. Reynolds noticed I lingered a little long on this drawing. "How do you like our prodigy?"

I replied, "Very impressed. I had not really thought about how I would like the results."

I had forgotten his name, but Dr. Reynolds said, "James has a very bright future."

He smiled at the both of us as we were looking at his work. He looked so young, even a little geeky, but innocent. 

One of the other male students and one of the female students work was also exceptional, but the drawing from James seemed to me the best.

It was time to resume the session, but now would be the standing pose. This time there would be no hiding behind the silk cloth, or having my arms or legs obscure me. I took off my robe again and walked to my position. 

My left foot was in front of my right. My back was arched. My right arm was lifted up high, with my elbow raised over my head and my hand behind my head. My left hand was on my waist. It was a classic pose, but I certainly felt more open and exposed than previous. 

I felt a little nervous again, but it soon passed. This pose was more difficult to hold for an extended time and I was soon looking forward to the upcoming break. I had a slight smile for this pose as instructed and I could more easily observe the students this time. 

Again I notice how intently they were working. They would mostly look at their pads and glance up for a second to reframe my look in their minds. Dr. Reynolds would point out different things to them. He had changed the light around this time. He pointed out particular shadows to notice, he mentioned they should notice the muscle tone in my legs. I knew this pose was complimentary to my breasts from practicing this pose in front of the mirror. I had debated to myself whether to completely shave, but I had elected to keep my narrow strip as when I had first interviewed. 

I wondered what went through their heads now as they drew. I imagined the girls were more dispassionate, but I wondered what went on in the heads of the guys. I am a nice looking, in this case, older woman. I wondered if they had any feelings outside of the purely artistic job at hand. 

Finally Dr. Reynolds suggested it was time for a break. I gratefully relaxed my arms. I smiled as he apologized for waiting so long. 

I replied, "No problem, in another minute, I would have begged." 

I went into the other room to get some water and to sit down for a minute. There was not really any point to wearing the robe as I had been totally nude in front of everyone for perhaps 25 minutes. I sat and relaxed for maybe 5 minutes. No one had bothered me. When I felt ready, I went back out and resumed my posing. 

We continued as before and soon the session came to a close. Again it felt good to relax. 

I put on my robe again. As before, I went around looking at the various drawings. One of the girls, Amanda, had done a beautiful drawing. I felt honored to have been the model. Amanda herself was very sweet as she thanked me. I later learned she was a senior although she still looked quite young to me. She was dressed very plainly, without makeup, but I had the impression with help she could be very beautiful. 

I returned the compliment and sincerely noted her skill. I did not want to judge the various talent levels of the students, I really could not be sure of the technique. But just aesthetically, her drawing seemed wonderful to me. 

I went to the others as well. Again, some were not as fast as others and some of the drawings seemed half as far along. But all seemed skillful to me. One of the other girls, Carolyn, was the prettiest of the girls. She was perhaps not the best of the artists present, but nobody was without skill.

One of the male students had done a much better job this time than when I had been sitting. Eric was the oldest of the male students, another senior. He gave me sort of a smirk along with a smile as I looked at his drawing. He may have also tried to steal a peek down my robe while I stood there, which seemed quite strange as I had been fully nude for the last couple of hours. 

I made it down to James and I was blown away by his drawing. Eric and Amanda had done beautiful drawings, but I thought James' work was again the best of the group. The details were subtle and complex. I cannot due justice to try and describe the differences compared to the others, but suffice to say it seemed at a higher level. 

Again I felt very special, even exalted. I felt honored to have been captured this way. It was artistic, but it was also sensual and I felt glad to have agreed to model this way. 

"Wow, thank you James."

He replied, "Thank you too. I enjoyed drawing you."

The students were putting their things away and I walked back to get dressed. I had just put on my panty and bra when Dr. Reynolds knocked and poked his head in. I had left the door open according to house rules. I did not really need any privacy while I was getting dressed with people who had been looking at me nude for the last couple of hours. 

"Hey, great job tonight Beth. Stop by my office on your way out." 

I slipped on my dress and shoes and came out. A couple of the students had already left, but I told the rest of them, "See you next time."

They were all friendly and polite, thanking me and saying good night. It might have been my imagination, but each of the guys seemed to have a strange look as if it had been strange to have seen me naked all night. 

I went over to Dr. Reynolds office and sat down.

"So Beth, what did you think?"

I told him the truth, "I really enjoyed this. It got my adrenalin going at first, but then as I relaxed it was very interesting. I was surprised by my reaction to the quality of the drawings."

He replied, "Yes, I noticed you saw how good James is already. Painting is really his specialty, but you will also see that Eric and Amanda are good too."

I thought it was interesting I had ranked them high as well; maybe my eye is not so bad. 

He continued, "Will we have you back next time?"

I quickly replied yes and he seemed pleased, saying, "I was hoping you would continue. I will look forward to next time."

I said, "I look forward to that too."