1 comments/ 24089 views/ 6 favorites Posing Ch. 02 By: clevealt Finally, after what seemed an eternity, next Saturday arrived. Before then I had masturbated several times a day just thinking about what happened the previous week. On Saturday morning, I rang the doorbell. Angela answered and invited me in. She was wearing a loose fitting white t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Her hair was down this week and fell just below her shoulders. As I entered I noticed that Angela had the air conditioning off and she already had her easel and supplies set up in the living room. As we walked into the living room and moved past the preliminaries of our conversation, Angela said, "I am really just so grateful you're helping me out. I had a much better week in class. I still need a lot of work but I'm starting to think there's some hope that I won't fail." Then she said we could get started whenever I was ready. So, I took my place a few feet away from her easel—much closer than she was even during our second pose last week—and quickly stripped off my clothes. As I stood there with my erection, Angela said, "Why don't stand here in the same pose you used lying on the couch last week." So I stretched my arms behind my head which caused my dick to be the focus of her work, especially since it was only about three feet away from her. As I watched her drawing me, my hard on never left. Feeling more comfortable this week, I studied her as much as she studied me. I could tell that she was wearing a bra, but whenever she bent down to change the materials she was using I could see her ample cleavage down the front of her shirt. Her shorts came down to about the middle of her thighs, so whenever Angela was standing and sketching (instead of bending down and giving me a great view down her shirt) I would study her legs. Although they carried slightly too much weight, Angela had beautiful skin and the thought of running my hands down the inside of her legs or brushing my cheek against her thighs kept me constantly aroused. I still felt modest enough in the situation that I avoided making eye contact. As I stood there studying Angela's body, focusing on every additional inch her clothes would allow me to see as she moved and they bunched, I got an idea. I began to wonder what Angela looked like naked. I could vividly imagine it as I stood there, but the longer I stood naked in front of her the more wanted not to have to fantasize any more. By the time we stopped to take a break, I had resolved to ask Angela to let me see her naked if the opportunity arose. All of these thoughts had left a fair amount of pre-cum leaking out of my still hard shaft. Angela noticed and tossed me a towel to clean up, which I did as I sat down in a chair. We talked for a few minutes and when the conversation turned to her class Angela looked over at me in the chair and said she thought it would be a good pose for me to sit in the chair with my arms on the arms of the chair and my legs spread apart. Again my dick was the focal point of the drawing. I took my position and Angela pulled her easel and materials over—just about three feet away. Once she had the easel set up she left for a minute and came back with a stool, which she sat on to begin drawing. When she did, her shorts pretty much disappeared between her thighs. I was now able to drink in the vision of her legs and I intently watched her crotch to see if the wrong move would give me a quick glance of her pussy. Of course, my erection was rock hard. Angela resumed the conversation we had left off to begin our latest session. "This class is going...well, it could be better. You see, the professor has the model come in and do a series of quick poses. They're all over in ten, maybe fifteen, minutes, and we're supposed to turn in a product at the end of class. My problem is that by the time I feel like I've studied the model enough to start putting something on the paper, it's time for a new pose." "That's why I've been struggling," she explained, "and that's why these sessions with you have been so helpful. I'm able to just to take my time, study you, and then draw. It's really building my confidence. I am very, very grateful" "I'm happy I can help," I replied. "I just wish I could give you better material to work with." "Please," she said, "I don't think you have anything to be embarrassed about." "Except the fact that I'm about to come," I said. Without even looking up from her easel, Angela asked, "Why is that? I couldn't help but notice—last week too." "Well, I've never been naked in front of a woman like this before and I guess it's just a real turn on." After a brief pause, I added, "Since last week I haven't been able to stop thinking about modeling for you and the anticipation of doing it again has been building." Neither of us said anything for awhile. I just enjoyed the weight of her gaze on my body and kept longing for a glance of her pussy that never came. Finally I said, "Something has occurred to me that you could do to thank me for posing for you." "What's that?" she asked. "You could let me see you naked as you draw." I kicked myself and worried that she would get upset at the suggestion, so I quickly added, "I mean, it seems awfully unfair that you have the chance to see me naked and I haven't seen you." Rather than getting upset, Angela said, "You don't seem to mind being seen. We'll see. I don't think I would be comfortable taking off my clothes for my son's best friend. Besides, my body isn't much to look at." Before I could say anything else, Angela announced, "There, we're done." "I've been looking at your body all day," I said, "and I think you'd hold your own with any of the girls I go to school with." "Stop lying," she laughed and tossing me a towel said, "Here, I think you'll need this. If you need to jerk off again this week you don't have to go into the bathroom. I'm just going to be getting my things together." With her back to me, I didn't know what to do. All I did know was that I wasn't sure I could make it to the bathroom anyway. So, I took the towel in one hand and my dick in the other and after a few strokes I had a tremendous orgasm. Although Angela had her back turned to me I could see her watching me out of the corner of her eye, and that made me come even more strongly. After I cleaned up, I pulled my clothes on and asked Angela if she would like me to come over again next Saturday. She said yes but gave no indication whether she would let me see her naked then. Posing Ch. 03 The next Saturday morning, I arrived at Angela's house, afraid that I had crossed the line by asking to see her naked. But when I went inside, she didn't mention a word about it, and our session began the same way our time together the prior week did. Angela invited me inside, her house was warm, and she was wearing short shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt. It was the same sort of outfit that had given me thoughts of wanting to see her naked in the first place. As Angela set up her equipment, I took off my clothes. I wasn't uncomfortable with being naked in front of her. In fact, I could hardly wait for it, and fantasized about this moment every day since last Saturday. As she set up her materials, Angela was bent over but facing away from me, so I was not able to look down her top. But at least I could check out her legs, and imagine what it would be like to see more of her. This whole time, we made small talk —which made this whole incredible situation somehow seem normal. It was odd, I thought, to have spent so much time over the years hanging out at Steve's house but not to have worn clothes the last few times I was there. "Okay, I'm ready," Angela said as she straightened up and turned around to face me. I felt the thrill of being naked in front of this sexy blonde in my stomach. The moment was electric and caused me to start to get hard. As she looked me up and down, she said, "Why don't we have you put one foot here," as she pulled a chair from her living room closer to her easel and patted the arm of the chair. I stood there with my right foot on the ground and my left foot on the arm of the chair. As Angela took her spot a few feet away behind her easel I felt much more exposed than I had in our previous sessions. She sized me up for awhile then slowly began drawing. Angela was intently focused on her drawing, and I could feel the weight of her gaze on different parts of my body. I couldn't wait for her to reach my cock, but she seemed to be saving that for later. As she focused on me, I focused her to the extent I could when her face would peak out from behind her canvas. Mostly what I could see were her legs and her thighs. I kept looking there, as if the more I looked the more likely she would stand up and step out of her clothes so we could be naked together. But she just kept drawing. And looking. After several minutes, there was a knock on the kitchen door behind Angela. Her kitchen and living room where I was posing were separated so I could hear the knock, but could not see who was at the door. And whoever it was could not see me either. Still, the knocking made me want to cover up and run for safety. Angela finished what she was working on. Then, there was a second knock. "Stay here for a minute," she said. "Don't move, I'll be right back." As she went into the kitchen, I relaxed a bit, but stayed where I was. I heard Angela open the door and an exchange of voices. Angela told her visitor to come in for a minute while she ran down the hall to get whatever it was her guest had stopped by to pick up. I heard Angela walk down the hall and looked around the living room while I waited for her to come back. As I looked around, I eventually looked back to the doorway into the kitchen and saw another woman standing there. She stood in the doorway taking stock of the situation. She wasn't shying away from what must have been a surprise, but seemed somewhat nervous herself. She didn't say a word. I recognized the woman as Angela's neighbor, a college student in town who was a couple years older than I was. I had passed her a couple times in the driveway, but we had never spoken, and I did not know her name. Nothing about her looks ever struck me before. She was about 5'6", with straight brown hair that ended just above her shoulders in a gentle wave, brown eyes, and no tan to speak of even though it was summer. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and overall just seemed plain—except that I was standing in front of her with no clothes on and exposing myself to her. Angela returned at that moment. "Oh, do you two know each other?" Then, she made introductions, "Emily, this is Tom. Tom, Emily." Emily kind of muttered hello and only then looked down, away from me. "Hi. Nice to meet you," I said. "I'd shake your hand but am in the middle of something." "Tom is helping me with my art class," Angela explained as she entered the room behind Emily. "Alright, thanks for stopping by," she said directing Emily back out through the kitchen. I heard their voices, but couldn't make out the words, and the door shut. Angela came back in and took up her spot behind the easel. "Sorry about that," she said. "I borrowed a couple DVDs from Emily, and she wanted them back." "That's okay," I said. "I'm getting used to not wearing clothes around here." I wanted to interject that she should try it to, but before I could Angela told me to focus so she could finish this pose. I stood there, exposing myself to Angela for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only about 15 minutes. The whole time, I felt the head of my cock getting heavy with the excitement of having Angela's gaze on my body. As she worked, Angela broke the silence. "I have a confession to make," she began. "What's that?" I asked. "I asked Emily to come over here today while you were here." "Why did you do that?" I asked. "Well, I wanted to do something nice for you for helping me, and I'm not about to take your suggestion and let you see me naked. I asked Emily to pose with you. She was pretty reluctant to do it, but I was hoping that if she saw you, she might be willing to do it. It's too bad she left, I'm not sure she's interested now." With that, Angela put her charcoal down, stepped out from behind her canvas, and announced that it was time for me to change positions. Just like that, she had dashed my hopes of getting what I really wanted (a chance to see her undress), aroused me with the prospect of posing in the nude with another woman, and made me wonder what was coming next. "Why don't we try a side view this time," Angela said. "So far, I've been drawing you straight on. I could use the practice from a different angle." Then, she asked me just to stand up straight and turn so that my left side was facing her easel. Even though this pose was not as provocative as what I had been doing thus far, somehow I felt more exposed. From the side, Angela would be able to examine the slightest arousal. I felt like there was nowhere to hide from her, and I loved it. As she settled into drawing me in this position, I tried to engage Angela in conversation about Emily, but she directed me to stay quiet so she could concentrate. As I stood there, I could feel the weight of Angela's stare on my cock, and I tried my best not to let it stiffen uncontrollably. I felt the excitement of the situation in my stomach and wished desperately that I could see Angela strip off her shirt and show me her breasts. But she just stayed focused on her work, and all I heard was the scratching of her charcoal on the canvas. Posing Ch. 04 Of course, during the week I eagerly awaited my next Saturday session with Angela and thought about it all the time. One day the phone rang and it was Angela calling. She sounded like she was in a panic and said that she was really worrying about not passing her upcoming final. "Well, you know I'll do whatever I can to help," I said. "I know," she said. "I'm calling to ask for your help." "What do you need me to do?" I asked. She then explained that she wanted me to call her instructor and volunteer to be a model. "I've gotten very comfortable drawing your body," she explained. "I just know that I can pass if you modeled at my final." She knew that there was little chance things would work out that way, and I protested a bit. "Look," she finally said. "What can I do to convince you to make this call?" "You know what I want," I replied. Her answer was, "Fine. If that's what I have to do to get you to do this for me. Fine. I'll see you Saturday morning." "And I'll see you," I said as our call ended. * * * Later that day, I called Angela's instructor, Nancy Wright. She told me that she occasionally hired models for her classes and asked me to come see her the next day at her office. When I arrived, campus was nearly deserted for the summer. I walked around until I found Professor Wright's office and knocked on her door. I don't know what I was expecting, but it was certainly not the short, slender, young woman standing in front of me. She had curly shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes behind her glasses, and wore a black t-shirt that clung to her and showed off her torso and black-and-red striped tights that accentuated her legs The outfit gave her an artsy air. Professor Wright invited me into her office, and I sat down in a chair across from her desk. In a soft voice that I found sexy, she explained that she usually hired models for her classes from the pool of students on campus and in town during the academic year. I told her I was just home for the summer before heading back to college in the fall. She asked where I went. I told her I went to the state university, even though I actually went to a small, private liberal arts college in the same city. I don't know why I did that, but it just seemed to offer a degree of safety. When she heard I was not going to be in town much, she explained that in the summer finding models was particularly difficult, but that she had been lucky so far this year because her regular male model had been available every week. "Given how little time is left in the semester, it's not very likely that I would need you. But you're here, and if you're interested, we could finish this interview and I might be able to add you to my list." I told her I was interested. "Let me ask you some basic background questions then," she said. Her voice was disarming, almost hypnotic. "Have you ever modeled before?" "I have." "Have you ever modeled for Monica Sanders at the University?" she asked. "I studied with her before she ended up there." I explained that I had modeled in private sessions, but not through the university. Professor Wright was taking notes and looking up at me as I answered her questions. "And have you ever modeled in the nude?" she asked. "I have." I explained that I modeled when I could. I lied and told her I had done it for a long time. "Has that modeling been alone or with another model?" "Both," I replied. "And was it strictly life modeling? Or has your modeling been sensual or erotic at all?" Again, I told her both, prompting her to remark that she was impressed by my experience for someone so young. She completed her background questions, then said explained that she almost always asked her models to pose in the nude. "I understand. I don't have a problem with that," I said. "Well, I'd like to be able to evaluate the kind of subject you'd be for me and my students. Let's go across the hall to my studio." With that, Professor Wright stood up and led me out of her office into a classroom across the hall. As I followed her, her leggings left little to the imagination. I could tell she had a nice ass and shapely legs I wished I could see in the flesh. "You can disrobe over there," she said pointing to a screen next to the stage. I was a little surprised at being asked to pose at what was essentially a job interview, but went behind the screen and took of my clothes. I paused behind the screen and contemplated the moment. A few weeks ago, I would never have done anything like this. But now, I thought nothing of being naked in front of a woman I just met. I was willing to do anything to please Angela, and I realized that I liked being an exhibitionist. I was turned on by the thought of this woman I had never met before seeing me naked and having power over me. I was beginning to get that now-familiar feeling in my stomach of nervous excitement, and it was having its predictable effect further down. I took a breath and stepped out from behind the screen. Professor Wright directed me up onto the stage and asked me to stand with my arms at my sides. She walked around the room and looked at me from various angles, from all sides. She carried a small sketch pad, and I watched her quickly making some notes, or maybe they were quick sketches. "So I can remember certain things about you," she explained. Every time her eyes brushed over my cock, it jumped. I felt the weight of her eyes on my rear end as well. A couple times, she took several steps toward me so that she was just a foot or two away from me. One time, she was looking up at my face when she did this. The other time, she stepped close from the side and was fixated on my cock. Since I was up on the stage, her head barely reached above my waist. It was easy to imagine her curly hair spilling over onto my body and her head reaching forward to take my cock in her mouth. It made me rock hard, and I worried that was hurting my chances to model for her again. While she lingered and sized up my cock just a foot or two away, I was happier to bask in the moment, than worry about my chances for a repeat of this experience. "When you've modeled before, have you had this problem?" she asked. I knew what she was referring to, and her question made me think this "interview" wasn't going well. It didn't help that she spoke with a sultry, velvety voice that was so close I was convinced I could feel her breath on my member. Rather than getting me under control, if that was her intention, her question only made me harder, particularly when I saw her looking up at my with her beautiful eyes from behind her glasses. "Well," I began, looking down at her. "When this has happened in the past, it was supposed to." "Because it was erotic modeling," I hastened to add. "I wasn't sure, but thought that's what you might be interested in." She looked down, made a few last scribbles in her sketch pad, and told me I could get dressed again then meet her back in her office. I was convinced I had blown it. On top of it all, I desperately needed to relief the tension, but I didn't want to make things worse by delaying in getting to Professor Wright's office. When I walked back across the hall, Professor Wright surprised me by saying that she thought I would be a good model for her to use. "I'd like to put you on my list, just in case," she said. I readily agreed. "I wish I had found you sooner since the summer is almost over," she added, and informed me that she would call me if she needed me. After Professor Wright explained the pay and some other logistics if I got to model, I asked how many students she had in her summer class. "Six," she answered. "That's about normal for the summer." "Could you tell me the gender breakdown?" I asked. "I'm just curious." "Sure. This year it's all women. Occasionally I've had a man taking the class, but the only one dropped out early in the summer." Her answer was not surprising since she taught at a college whose students were almost all women. "Any other questions?" "I don't think so." She thanked me for meeting with her and shook my hand. Before I left, she added, "I'll also send your name to Professor Sanders, if you're interested in modeling when you're back in school." "Sure," I said. Of course, when I got home I had to relieve the tension by masturbating and had added a new fantasy for the future. * * * After I cleaned myself up, I left a message for Angela telling her that I had spoken with her professor and that I couldn't wait to see her Saturday. It was pretty clear from the tone in my voice both that I wanted to model for her again, and that I was eager to see her live up to her end of the bargain by letting me see her naked. When Saturday finally came, I knocked and Angela's door. I knew I would get to be naked for her today, and I would see her naked too. She answered wearing her bathrobe. For a split second, I thought the moment I had been waiting for was at hand, that Angela would through off the robe as soon as I stepped through the doorway and I could drink in her body. Instead, once I got inside, I saw that her nose was red and her eyes were puffy. She said, with a bit of a gravely but sexy voice, "I'm really sorry, Tom, I don't think I can draw you today. I feel awful. I'm just going to go back to bed." My heart sank. And my cock too. Not only would I not see her, she wouldn't see me. "That's okay," I lied. "Can I do anything to help?" "You're sweet," she said, placing her hand on my cheek. "Actually, could you make me a cup of tea?" "Sure," I called after her as she headed into her bedroom. When her tea was ready, I started to bring it to her, then realized that she could see me naked after all. I set the cup down and took off my clothes. I walked into her room and found Angela lying in her bed with her eyes closed. "Here's your tea," I said. Her eyes opened and she saw me serving her naked. As she sat up, she smiled and asked why I didn't have my clothes on. "It's just become a habit with you." I said. "Besides, if I end up modeling for your class's final, I don't want you forgetting what I look like." Sipping her tea, she said, "I don't think there's any danger of that." "If you aren't going to be able to draw me today," I said, "is there any other way I can help you prepare for your final?" "I don't think so," she said as she leaned back against her pillow wrapping her hands around her mug of tea. "I just feel terrible." Feeling somewhat brave as I stood naked next to Angela, I asked, "Would it help you draw if you were able to touch your subject?" A faint smile crossed her lips. I kicked myself for not thinking of that sooner. She just shook her head and protested that she was too tired to do anything today. As Angela drifted off to sleep, I stood beside her growing harder and harder. I debated whether I should simply leave or jack off first. Leaving was easier; on the other hand, I had masturbated in front of Angela already, and she was asleep and probably would never know. I was frustrated and desperately wanted to see her naked or at least get some release. But I didn't want to do anything to risk waking Angela. So, I slipped quietly out of her room. I retreated to the kitchen, where I got dressed to leave. Then I went home and relieved the tension. * * * The next day I received a text from Professor Wright asking me to call her if I was available to model for her final. I called her and eagerly agreed. "That's great," she said. "I especially appreciate it on such short notice. The male model I've been using all summer just had something come up at the last minute. Before you do this, though, there is something you should know." "What's that?" I asked. "I structure my final as three ten-minute poses with a female model, followed by three ten-minute poses with a male model. Then, I have both models together for a few poses," she explained. "That's not a problem," I said. "Some of the poses in the last session may get rather explicit," Professor Wright advised. I insisted that arrangement was fine, and Professor Wright gave me the details on when to arrive. Since she was beginning with a female model, she explained that she would be proctoring the final, but her assistant would meet me at her office.