Art Model

As I walked into the empty room, I set my bag on the permanently dirty table and smelled the charcoal in the air. The familiarity was nice, but right now I'd rather be anywhere else. Opening my bag, I dug out the syllabus, and checked out the plan for today.

"First class with live model: 2 minute gestures, lesson, break, 30 min pose." Hmm... better change those to 5 minute poses, then maybe 2 minutes after lesson. Although, getting Olivia to do too many gestures will be a nightmare... 'Damn model is so prissy,' I thought as I paced around the room adjusting chairs and turning on lights.

Picking up the clipboard by the door, I look at the schedule sheet. "Andy" was written under model slot for my class. New model... Great. I'm going to have to teach him gestures, hear him complain about the long sitting, and look at endless awkward dick drawings, or ken dolls from the timid...

"Hey teach!" the first student in threw in my direction. He was a nice guy, not very good at art, but cool to have in class. There was such a range of talent in here, but today would be interesting. The first day with a live model is always uncomfortable, getting everyone used to staring at and actually seeing the details of a naked person is surprisingly difficult.

As the others filtered in, I continued prep around the room and thought about my own first model. A 65-year-old alcoholic with a fat red nose and a gut that hung over his withered gray ball sack and nub of a penis. To give him a little credit, it is always cold in these classrooms.

"Are you Craig?" asked a tall, lithe, hippy girl with long burgundy hair and a dozen rings on her fingers.

"That's me" I said questioningly, I didnt remember any mention of a new student.

"I'm Andy, I'll be your model for this class! It's nice to meet you" She offered her hand and I shook it as realization and pure thrill ran through me.

"Nice to meet you too, Andy. Looking forward to working with you... Have you modeled before? I dont remember seeing you." I would fucking remember seeing you naked.

"Yeah, I've done a few sessions with the other class on Mondays, but still pretty new to it. Feel free to give me notes, I want you to get what you want out of me." she said with a completely innocent tone and smile, while my cock jumped in my pants at the idea of getting what I wanted out of her.

"I'll keep it in mind, thanks... I set your robe out on that table, if you need anything else let me know." She whipped her head around to locate the robe, making her hair shift and send a wave of warm, sweet, smells directly to my nose. I caught myself from falling forward, drawn as I was to her, and really tried not to check out her ass as she turned. I would get to see her naked in less than five minutes.... was it all that wrong to get a taste before? My resolve breaking as she walked away from me toward the table, I measured her long legs with my eyes and settled on a perky, muscular ass, before remembering there was a class full of students that could be watching me perv on this girl. Luckily, when I directed my attention at the class, most had their backs to me, getting their easels set. 'Might not be such a bad day after all', I thought as I addressed the class and began the introduction.

"So we're not going to have time for the details. We focus on the position of her body, the angles of her limbs compared to her torso, and try to capture the action she is portraying. Any questions?" I heard the door snick shut, signaling her return from undressing and only cloaked in a lightweight robe, and really tried to keep my excitement to a minimum in front of my students. "Alright, lets get started!" 'Too much Craig... Tone it down.' "Andy, would you come over here?" She strode confidently to me as the students took their positions at the easels. "Alright," I said just to her, "we're going to start with a few 5-minute gestures to get them used to the speed, then ill bump it down to 2 minutes and we'll play around with what works best for everyone before the break. After, we'll do a 20-30 minute pose, is that alright with you?"

"Definitely!" She said, all perky,

"There's a stool"- I started to say before she yanked the bow of her robe loose and opened the front, exposing herself right in front of me, "over there for your robe and water if you like." I was barely able to say in a normal voice. Usually the models, especially the females waited until the absolute last minute to disrobe, and did it very subtly, as if a room full of strangers wasn't about to stare at their naked bodies.

My eyes followed her hands down the middle of her chest between two moderately sized but perky young tits, topped with pink pencil eraser nipples and oval-shaped areolae, over the flat plane of her stomach, and settled on the dirty-blonde, triangle of trimmed hair on her pubis, mentally noting that her head hair was dyed.

"Thanks." she said jerking my attention back to her face, where I attempted to pretend it was the whole time, only to meet her knowing stare. I turned away from her to address the class, prepping them for the timed drawing, and mostly because I don't think I could have kept the blood from rushing to my cock if I had watched her slide that robe down the rest of her young tightness. I needed to be on the other side of the room, the other side of everyone's attention before I turned and saw the rest of her.

Walking away to the outer edge of the circle of easels and adjusting myself so that my cock would be restrained by my waistband, I heard the settling of papers, the proper charcoal being selected, the robe settling on the stool, and then the silence of readiness, before I turned and saw her in pose.

She was exquisite. Her arms stretched over her head and twined together, a light arch in her back, and a foot raised on tiptoe, bending her knee, and tilting her hips invitingly. It was perfect, everyone in the circle had an interesting view. A natural.

"Ready?" Hopefully only I heard the quiver in my voice. "Begin." I stated and heard the immediate scratch of charcoal on paper. I walked the circle watching them draw with occasional glances at her and felt jealous. These beginners, they had a hot as fuck model and were too afraid to stare at her. They got to look at her and draw her while I was stuck sneaking glances and looking at their shitty renditions of her perfect pose. Each pad of paper was more disappointing than the last, or maybe I was growing more and more impatient with my inability to stare, until my phone's timer rang. Pencils were dropped and I couldn't help myself.

"Hold that for a second if you would Andy." I asked her and she nodded slightly. I rushed to my table and grabbed a pad and pencil to do a "demonstration".

"Everyone gather behind me, Ben would you start the 2-minute timer on my phone? I'm going to show you guys what I mean." I set up on the easel right in front of her and nodded to Ben to start it, I looked at her and found her staring at me... Looking straight into my eyes. I was frozen, paralyzed by her long naked body and her piercing gaze. All I could think about was her looking at me like that, while I arched her back that perfectly.. and held her arms over her head like that, as I filled her with my cum... I had to draw her. Then I was yanked back to reality, realizing that was exactly what everyone was waiting for me to do.

I scribbled and sketched quickly the lines of her limbs and angles of her joints while babbling on about "art shit". This wasn't a lesson, this was a chance for me to gawk openly at this nymph-like creature.

My heart sank as I heard the timer and nodded at Andy to relieve her of the position. I looked to my drawing and was surprised it was not bad considering that was not the aim of the last two minutes for me. My motive was to get to look at every single line in her body... Memorize the shape of her thighs, the swell of her tit, the sway of her calf down to her ankle, the delicate ripples in the arches of her rib cage. I'd never get to look at her long enough.

We continued with gestures and to my surprise, my indulgent "lesson" might have actually worked, the students' drawings were getting better. I was able to actually hold attention long enough to do my job now, but I had to push away the anticipation for the long pose. Break couldn't come fast enough. I knew for the long draw, I'd get to pose her, stare at her, maybe even draw for a few minutes.

Last pose before the break and I broke. I'm pretty sure the groan that escaped my chest was audible when I looked to Andy to check that she was ready and saw her on her hands and knees, in a mid-crawl pose. Her head was raised to keep her eyes from the students, her hair hung down, splitting over her shoulder, her back had a gentle curve down to her rounded ass, her stomach impossibly close to her spine from this angle, thighs split underneath her in an inviting "v"-shape and her lower legs and feet were back up in the air with her toes pointed. She looked entirely feline, the way her scapula were raised supporting her weight, and the way she was only touching the charcoal caked floor with her fingertips and knees, barely in contact with it, the way cats seem to fear the ground.

"Begin." I said as I circled the students. I dont remember looking at a single drawing pad, wanting to see every single aspect of this. Burn it into my memory. One full circle and I had to stop to draw a few lines to ensure I wouldn't forget her exact angles before circling once more. When the timer went off, there were noises of complaint throughout the room, I wasn't the only one enjoying it. "Can you hold it a little longer Andy?"

"Sure thing." She said without moving a muscle.

"Three more minutes guys." I said, admiring her commitment and skill at holding position. The more I stared, the more I felt myself becoming obsessed with the details of her. She wasn't typical standards of beauty attractive. Her tits weren't that big, her ass wouldn't attract drooling stares, but she was striking. Her height, her youth, her slenderness, her elegant face, her easygoing spirit... there was a light inside her that attracted us bugs. All of her put together was stunning.

"Time for break." I said reluctantly when the alarm on my phone chimed. I went to different students who looked to me to ask questions about their progress, before setting up the pose. Draping a blanket over the bench, I added some towel cushioning where I was sure her pressure points would be. 'A folded towel over the arm, and that would put her hip.. here' I thought, as I used my unforgettable map of her body to position them. Difficult not to imagine her head cushioned by one towel at the arm and her ass being lifted for me by the other, while I plunged my cock into the end of her repeatedly.

"Is that for me?" She said low as she stood close enough to me that I could certainly feel the pillowy softness of tit flesh on the back of my arm through her robe and my shirt. 'This bench or my erection? Both. Both are for you.'

"Yes'm. You like it?" I managed.

"I do! Usually I have to lay or sit on the floor.. I'm in the lap of luxury now. Even got me an ass cushion." she said as she slid the mentioned body part into position on the prepared bench and opened her robe for me. I swear the rest of the class disappeared, the people the room, all of it was just gone. She just exposed her naked body for me to look at, touch, lick.. Fuck. I could rip that robe off of her shoulders and take that little pert nipple into my mouth, and bite down on it while I looked over my glasses at her gasp of surprise and arousal. Nothing separated her from me. I could reach out and ravage her right this second. I'd lose absolutely everything, but it was tempting.

"Well, uh.. How about resting on your arm here, and your hips, yeah, perfect.. your legs up..." of course she needed zero instruction. She knew how to make her body look perfect. She'd probably been ruining men's lives since she hit puberty. "What can I say? You know what you're doing."

"Yeah?" she asked with surprised pride.

"You're perfect." Fuck... no way did I just say that out loud. 'Dumb idiot.' She chuckled it off as I stared at her, one of my only opportunities to actually have a reason, I wasn't going to waste it. I followed the path of her legs up to her hip and saw chills run through her. I settled on the triangle between her thighs and under her non-existent belly, and followed it up the crease in her hip to the nook of her waist where her hand rests. Tracing her rib cage up to her stuck out tit, I saw goosebumps and a rock hard nipple. Was she cold... or? I retraced my eyes' journey and found that she had raised hairs on her skin everywhere I had put my attention. I looked quickly to her face to find her staring into my eyes. Hers were heavily dilated considering the bright lights I had set up for the shadows.

"Are you cold?" I asked in a voice I barely recognized as mine, it was so thick with lust.

"No." Was all she said as she continued to look into my soul. I bought my hand up in a fist to cover my mouth and the gasp of air my body needed to send any blood I had left to spare from my cock, to my brain. My wedding ring had never felt heavier in the years I'd had it on, as I feigned thoughtfulness about the pose. The way she stared at me...

"Well.. Looks good. Do you think you can hold it for 30 minutes?"

"No problem." She said a little darker but seemingly much less affected than I was.

"Just one last.."- I knew it was a risk, but one I was willing to take. I knelt in front of her face and got close enough I was sure she could feel my breath on her skin, as I brought my finger up to her forehead and lightly brushed a set of errant strands of her fake colored hair away from her face. "thing." I finished as I continued to trace the outline of her long cheek with my finger, while not actually touching her, I couldn't.

I looked down to her chest to see her nipples still pebbled and a flush of color tinting the chill bumps there. My tongue clicked as my mouth involuntarily opened, perhaps to drool out the wash of saliva that had just filled it. Catching myself, I stood and swallowed hard as I turned to invite the class to end their break and take their positions.

"Now, what we've done before break, has been to establish a foundation of grasping form. We need to forget the fact that this drawing is 30 minutes long. Treat this as another gesture that you have slightly longer to build upon. Keep the same fundamentals in mind and dont get hung up on details. Ready? Draw." 'You're such a hypocrite Craig'. If only I could take my own advice... don't think about the way her hair smells, the way she tastes, the sounds she makes on either side of screaming your name, what her pussy looks like spread open waiting for your cock to violate it... How long could I last? How tight is she? She's skinny, but her hips are wide... look at those fucking hip bones. I want to sink my teeth into them.

A raised hand drew my attention back to my job, and I strode over, getting a new angle from where he was. Having trouble foreshortening her legs that were pointed directly at him, I bent to catch his angle and show him the general shapes that should help capture her, when I saw it. Just on the other side of her heel, the precious little diamond shaped opening where her ass ended and legs began.. It might as well be painted like a target, 'stick your cock here'. It looked so inviting, I could almost see the warmth.

It pained me to stand up after the student was back on the right track, and lose my little peek into heaven, until, from the higher angle, the bright lights reflected a faint sheen of moisture where I had been staring. Fuck. She was wet. It couldn't be sweat, it was too cold in here and the lights weren't that intense. Her nipples, her flushed chest and cheeks, her slick... she was aroused.

Was it me? Was it a room full of people looking at her naked body? Was she an exhibitionist that found a great way to make a little money? That sight and those thoughts made it next to impossible for me to hold back from unbuttoning my pants, loosing my cock free, striding up to that bench, grabbing her top leg and hoisting it up over my shoulder, while straddling the other, and pushing into the wet center of her. I'd bury one hand in the crook of her waist and pinch her clit with the other while I filled her insides, repeatedly. Make her hold her pose, so the drawing could continue while I used her.

Fuck I'm twisted.. and now its obvious I've been here too long. Reluctantly, I head back to my place at the back of the class to sketch her a little, take notes for future work. She would be an entire series for me. There was no way I would be able to pick up a pencil or brush without her coming out the end of it for a long while.

I turned back to look at her, burning her into my memory from her feet up, resting at many scenic spots, before I came to her eyes, looking straight into mine. We stared unblinking at each other for minutes. Models usually picked a spot and stared unmoving, it helps keep still. Occasionally their eyes drift, but they try not to make eye contact with anyone in class, its distracting. It was fucking distracting. I couldn't look away. I was breathing heavier and so was she. There was a burn in my chest, an anxiety from so much contact that sent electricity through my skin, into my fingers. I broke first, looking to my sketch pad, embarrassed of the effect she had on me and her seeing it.

The timer went off like a gunshot, surprising the hell out of me. I hadn't done my rounds or really anything other than fantasize about the ways I would destroy her pussy for the entire draw. I was embarrassing myself in front of my students, and my new object of desire.

"Thanks, Andy. You can go and re-dress now. Alright, everyone take a lap and look over the drawings, see what you see in others' and I'll be available for questions and comments."

Before everyone had packed up, I noticed Andy, now unfortunately dressed, walking around the drawings of her, looking at each one thoughtfully. The students kindly thanked her, and packed up their pads and materials. She took it as her cue to go and waved to me, as I was in a discussion with a student about his difficulty in scale. I nodded politely and tried to keep my disappointment that she would be gone before I got out, from showing on my face.

After cleaning up and the final straggler left, I immediately checked the schedule sheet to see when I'd get to be with her next. She was scheduled for most of my classes, and I made a note to plead for more with the admin.

As I locked the school doors behind me, I heard the sputtering of an engine struggling to start and the beating of hands against a steering wheel.

"Piece of SHIT!" she said almost as loudly as she slammed the door to her clunker shut. I was walking to my car 5 or so empty spaces from hers.

"Trouble?" I asked in offer to help. I must have surprised her because she spun around in a fury and relaxed when she saw it was me.

"Yeah. Sorry... My fuck- my.. stupid car is.."

"A piece of shit?" I said to her lightly with a smile to diffuse her anger.

"Yes. Exactly." she said while cracking a smile. "Uh... Do you think it's okay if I leave it here overnight?" She asked slightly embarrassed.

"Shouldn't be a problem." I responded curtly, trying to disguise the rising excitement at what was next.

"Alright.. Thanks." She said as she readjusted her bag, spreading the weight across her body and squared up to the street, she started off, determined.

"No."

"I'm sorry?" She asked.

"You are not walking."

"It's okay, I live kind of close... and look at my car... it's not the first time, believe me. I've had to walk home from much worse. I'm good." She said accepting her fate.

"But I'm standing right here with a working car.. Get in." I said with a chuckle.

"You're sure?" She asked

"Of course." More than fucking sure. "Hop in when you're ready." Watching as a creamy thigh came into view from the dome light in my roof, joined by a second had my blood rushing. 'How could I be so excited and so anxious at the same time? Keep it together man'.

"Thanks for this, really." She said softly.

"No problem at all. Where do you live?" I asked trying to sound like a lot less of a creep than I really was.

"The other side of campus, near the Physical Sciences Building. Head there and I'll get you the rest of the way."

"Shitty campus apartment to go with your piece of shit car?" I asked jokingly.

"Nailed it! I'm really living the dream... Although it's actually a 'piece of shit duplex'. I graduated a few months ago and got in there pretty cheap." She said not at all offended or embarrassed. She really had a confidence about her.

"Hey, when I was your age I was homeless.. You're doing just fine. What will you do about your car?" I asked.

"My brother is a mechanic, he's been fixing that lemon for me ever since I got it, begging me to get something else... He'll come and get it started for me in the morning, I'm sure." She said as she squeezed her thighs together for some reason."

"Do you smoke?" I asked changing the subject, unwilling to fight off my urge to jump her and nicotine addiction at the same time.

"Yeah." She said with a self-conscious smile, suspecting maybe she smelled of it.

"Thank god." I said as I rolled down my window, and dug my pack out of the console, I shook one to her as she laughed and accepted. "Been itching for this for hours." I said as I blew out the first lungful of white smoke.

"Thanks." She said as her smoke came out of her mouth and nostrils. "Take a right at the next light." she instructed.

We sat in silence as I tried not to steal too obvious of glances at her. It was nice that she was clothed, I noticed a lot more about her. None of it disappointing or a turn-off in the slightest.

"Next left and I'm the last house before the stop sign." She pointed with her cigarette clutching fingers. "I hope it wasn't too far out of your way."

"Hardly," I replied. "That would have been a walk I would have hated to make. It was no problem." I said with what I hoped was a cool smile. As I turned into her driveway, adding her address to my mental obsession book, I saw a shitty shotgun duplex. She really wasn't doing well, but was young enough to not care.

"Well, I guess I'll see you next Thursday then." She said as she gathered her bag and grabbed the door handle.

"See you then. Goodnight Andy."

"Night Craig." She said before closing the door and making her way to the front door. After she was in, I put the car in reverse and felt a knot in my gut at returning home. I couldn't go continue the fight I was having with my wife before I left for class, and I really couldn't go home with a leaking, hard cock. As I slowed to a stop at the stop sign, I acted like I hadn't already made my decision.

I turned on my left blinker instead of right and pulled into the apartment complex's parking lot and turned off my lights. I drove to where I could see Andy's side of the duplex and watched her lights go on one by one to the back of the house. Before I knew it, I was out of my car and crossing the street quietly.

My heart was racing. What the fuck was I doing. I was about to spy on this girl like a pervert. What if she caught me? Would she tell my work? What if someone else caught me? It's just far enough away that campus police dont patrol here.. but still, it's a risk. My blood pumped, sending more to my dick with fear and anticipation.

There was a window in the front I was careful to avoid as I went to the side of the house. It was darker and secure on one side by a privacy fence. I had a better shot over here. I looked into the first window, open blinds. She really was an exhibitionist. She wasn't there. A couch and tiny T. V. and a bookshelf separating the room into living and bedroom. I eyed the length of the house in confusion, thinking it looked long enough to have a bedroom. I continued to the next window, a kitchen, still not there. On to the next, was a bedroom. No bed just wall-to-wall sketches and paintings, drawings and unfinished homemade furniture, cans of paint and fabric, she was an artist.

I was so caught up in the realization of who she was, I hardly noticed her kneeling at a table doing something with her hands. She looked at her drawings and I saw.. disappoitment in her expression. Quickly my ability to analyze her was robbed from me as she stood and revealed she was naked. She must have stripped the second she got in the house.

A light flickered at her face that caught my attention and I realized she was lighting the joint she had just evidently been rolling. She walked slowly past her sketches, abandoning them for the moment. She walked into the living room and towards the window I had to duck away from. Suddenly, I heard James Brown wailing loudly out of the poorly insulated windows and smiled to myself.

I peeked in to see if the coast was clear and she had disappeared from the room. I looked into the kitchen window and saw her standing in front of an open fridge. 'Slim-fast, milk, and beer, no wonder she's so skinny', I thought as her kitchen seemed to contain nothing else edible. She retrieved a beer and popped it open, taking a long swig as she shimmied her shoulders to the music, shaking her breasts back and forth slightly. 'So good is right James Brown..' she began rolling her hips and moving her body to the music for me.

I pushed my once again rock hard cock into the stucco on the side of the house, the cool roughness eliminated my urgent need, while still leaving me throbbing. Her hips and ass swayed into the living and bedroom area as she took another puff, and another swig. She stamped out the joint in an ashtray on her bedside table and deposited the beer there before collapsing onto her bed, sideways with her arms above her head, over the other edge of the mattress, and stretched.

I panicked as I heard a car pulling down the road but calmed when I noticed my body was mostly hidden from sight by her porch and the furniture on it. I looked back into my private show to see one leg in the air while she ran her fingertips from her knees to the back of her calf and another up her thigh and pulled the limb closer to her body, stretching her hamstrings. What I wouldn't give for her to be turned 90 degrees, or be the one to push her leg forward and look inside her pretty pussy.

I unzipped my fly and buried my hand inside to grasp and readjust my cock, when she started with the other leg. I looked around me checking all the angles, I knew I was going to cum tonight, staring at her through this window and I had to check all if the angles, when something on the porch caught my eye. Strings. They were hanging off the arm of the rocker. I stepped away from the window to get a closer look, only to see a tiny little bikini, laid out to dry.

My hand shook with need as I reached for the bottoms, while my other hand squeezed at my need. I grabbed them and held them to my chest like they were precious as I took my place back at the window. She was now in a sort of butterfly stretch with her knees open to each side and her hands holding her feet together. It had the lovely effect of exaggerating her cleavage, and opening her slit, only the top of which I could see. I held the base of my cock, and averted my eyes only enough to examine the bikini bottoms in my grasp.

They were white with a little flower detail on the front, and looked as though they might only cover half of her ass cheeks. I pulled my growing cock out into the cool air and let it hang while I found the gusset. My eyes went back to her stretching body while my nose took a long deep inhale. I caught myself on the window sill as I was engulfed in a sweaty, darkly sweet, musk. I breathed it in over and over, in hopes it would stain my nostrils and that would be the only thing I would ever smell again. I looked to where I found it to see a dry towel, tanning oil, and a book. The absent chemical smell of chlorine now made sense, she didnt swim in these, she just laid her sweaty smooth body in them out in the sun. My cock pumped at the realization and then my eyes shot to the window, feeling myself wasting precious time.

As I looked in on her unknowing body, she had scooted to the head of the bed where she was reclining against the headboard, and her legs were crossed pointing directly at me. She was on her phone, it looked like texting and taking swigs out of her bottle. She smiled genuinely and that made me ache just as much as her 'fuck me' staredown during the long pose. She tossed her phone to the bedside table and took a long swig of her beer as "It's A Man's Man's Man's World" started and she moaned loud enough for me to hear.

She rolled to her side and set the beer down, moving seductively to the smooth tones. Suddenly she hopped up to her hands and knees with her ass facing me and I got my first unrestricted look at her pink supple pussy. It was already glistening wet and framed by the slightest growth of her dirty blonde hair. She spread her knees and shook her ass to the plunky notes in the song as she swayed back and forth.

I had to bite down on her swimsuit to muffle my groan at her twerking ass and disappearing and reappearing hole. I was stroking now, slowly, I couldn't hold back anymore. I couldn't believe she was doing this, could she see me? Was she putting on a show? I saw then, that she was peeling back the sheet she had been reclining on top of, preparing to get inside. When she had it clear of her knees she sat up sharp, whipping her head back during a punctuation in the song. I had to tug on my balls to keep myself from erupting as I watched her hair whip across her back.

She spun and laid down on the bed with her head against the headboard. She clawed her fingernails up her inner thighs and over her belly, tapping them in time with the music. She cupped an opposite breast and pinched an already erect nipple, while the middle finger of her other hand dipped between the supple lips of her slit and gathered her wet. I tapped my fingers in time with hers up the underside of my shaft and rubbed at the sensitive underside of my glans, gathering my own wet with her. Her legs spread as she drug her finger up to her clit and began tapping again in time with the song. Each tap made her shudder a little having a beautiful effect on her tits. I mirrored her, although my shaking had a lot more to do with the adrenaline I felt from the situation.

I couldn't believe I was so lucky, although with how aroused she seemed during class, I would expect she wouldn't go long before pleasuring herself. Hell, i didn't think I would make the drive home without cumming. I drooled around her bikini, still clenched between my teeth, as one hand held my weight at the window frame and the other stroked my engorged member. I was trying to get more and more of it in my mouth to get some sort of taste, but it wasn't enough, I could only smell a little anymore, as I had consumed the majority.

She was picking up speed at her clit, dipping back down towards her hole sporadically to wet her finger, and I ached to taste her. To be the wet sensation she really wanted to get her off. I wanted her to need me. I was stroking so slowly now, hard to fight the urge to cum while I watched her sultry writhing movements under her practiced ministrations. She did it so beautifully, it looked so natural and easy, her pleasure.

She dipped two fingers inside herself and looked like she was rubbing her g spot with squeezing movements as her head pushed back into the bed. She started going in and out then, adding more to the sensations. Her hand fucked her almost as hard as my cock wanted to. After a crescendoing "Nothing, nothing!" from James Brown, there was a beat of silence where I could finally hear the squelching wet thrum of her pussy slurping around her fingers.

I had never been so envious of a digit, it made me furious. There was no measure for how much more my cock would get out of feeling her slick, soft, warmth and our wetness mingling, than her lousy fingers. I removed the bikini from my mouth and spit the rest of my drool into the gusset before wrapping it around my rock hard cock and squeezing it like her little cunt would. She moaned and squeaked louder and louder, rivaling even James, and I felt growls coming from my chest.

The swimsuit material was slick and felt so good against the ridge of my swollen head. My abs were clenched trying hard to hold off, my chest tight and my breath steady, I would cum with her.

She groped at her tits like I would, and bit her lip to keep from screaming. She writhed and bucked and her knees wobbled in the air as she got closer. Her finger fucking became erratic and she hit slow and hard as she whined. I fucked my poor excuse for Andy's pussy, matching her fingers' every intrusion, and forced myself closer to the edge by uniting our actions. We would be connected, even this far apart, feeling the same pleasure.

Her knees were up by her chest now and her thighs were on a mission to slam shut. With her lifting her ass so high, the light from her room was illuminating her shiny, wet pussy lips that were slurping on her fingers. She fought her sucking pussy, beating it into an intense pleasure that was written on her face as she watched what she was doing to herself. She was twisting up in pleasurable agony and my balls tightened up.

"Fuck yes, cum with me!" I said out loud uncaring of the risk I was taking. Her legs shook and she cried out at the final pumps into her pleasure. My load raced through my cock with intense speed and spilled white jizz into her little bikini bottoms of the same color. I watched as she twitched and gasped for air, and her legs closed around her wrist. She ground her pussy against her hand, riding out her intense climax at the same rate that my ejaculating shots were leaving my body.

I groaned my final release as her legs relaxed and freed her squashed hand that was white with blood loss. With her new freedom, her fingers slid out, coated in wet girl cum, and she brought them up to her sensitive clit where, to my surprise, she started rubbing deeply. She breathed faster and her fingers matched the speed. She whined and her thighs slammed closed again before a few less intense twitches shook her full tits and flexed her abs. Her cries were muffled by the music, but my ears had tuned into her cries of pleasure so intently, I had no trouble imagining.

I couldn't believe she had cum again, extending my show for me. I held my throbbing member as it started to deflate, only to feel a pang from blood rushing back in too soon, as I saw her fingers rolling over her exposed clit for a third time. Would she ever stop? Would I ever be soft again, having this stored in my memory?

Her third orgasm seemed just as intense as her first, and the one that seemed to finally sate her as her legs relaxed and her wet fingers made their way to her hung-open mouth. I stroked my livening member at the image of her licking her sweet tang off of her fucking fingers. I ached to be the one that got to clean her of her juice. My eyes closed at the fantasy of her taste and her three orgasms milking my cock buried in her to the hilt and came again as well.

A third of the cum that was released the first time, wept from my cock into the glazed bikini, and little more than warm tingles ran through me, but it was still exhilarating. My eyes opened for one more peek at her slick red lips and cum drunk body. She was hardly alive, and I ached to have that effect on her. Suffering from the same orgasmic exhaustion, I limply took the bikini in one hand and rubbed my cum on the window sill, marking my sin and my territory. A piece of me would live forever here, in this public space, with only my knowledge of what transpired. Tonight, her cum was mine.

As my blood began to circulate, and my breath caught, I watched her light a cigarette and craved the same, wishing I could taste the nicotine and tar on her teeth, mingled as it was, with her essence. I'd never have the best cigarette of my life because it wouldn't be flavored of her.

I tucked my sensitive member back into my underwear and stumbled forward towards the porch, unable to get my legs to cooperate. I replaced the used bikini bottom and let myself indulge in the thought of her slipping into them to sunbathe, and her hot cunt rewarming my cum, mingling it with her sweat and pussy juice, marking her pussy as mine, while I was completely ignorant of it.

The song changed and the moment was over. I walked backwards down her driveway scanning her windows and licking my dry lips, wondering how many times I would come here? How many of my loads would end up on that sill?

My phone buzzed, killing my buzz.

Wife: Where are you?

Me: On my way now.

Thursday night- I'm buzzing. She's in the bathroom of the school, I bet right about now, she's barefoot, peeling the cropped tank top off of her bra-less breasts as I apologize to the class for being late, and tell them what they're in for. Cruel to start 30-second gestures so early, but some are ready.

I hear the door and a shiver goes up my spine. She's comfortable now, approaching me without being asked, dumping her robe on the stool, acquainting herself with the prop I left for her to pose with. The students take their places and I'm no longer jelly the way I was the first time. I'm not under her spell, she's mine. She's cum for me, and she doesn't even know it.

I look down her naked, waiting, body and my cock pulses as I notice more significant tan lines framing her assets than she had last time, and wonder how many times she's worn my cum rag. I get way too close to her.

"30 second gestures to start." She looks surprised, I dont know whether she perceives the jump in advancement for the class or my newly gained confidence in her presence.

"O-Okay. I'm on it." She says trying to hide her surprise.

She bends down and grips her right foot's toes, as if she's examining something under her foot and I know what my next sculpture will be.

"Begin." I said darkly, staring unblinking at her form. I walked the circle, staring at her with occasional glances at drawing pads, only making it once around the circle in 30 seconds.

"Time." I heard papers being flipped over pads and clean sheets being settled, Andy was settling in a new pose.

"Begin." Again, unable to think of anything but seeing her naked body writhe and jerk as she whined her pleasure for me. "Time." Her gasping breaths and her greedy fingers milking more out of her empty cunt. "Begin." She breathes that heavy now, less confident, more unsure and timid, because of my confidence. "Time."

"Beg"- I start too soon.

"Wait Teach!" A student who barely had their drawing put away and a new sheet prepared, begged me to slow. I looked again to Andy, who's poses were now messy and unappealing, so pressed for time and out of her element. I smiled to myself bringing all into my territory. I ruled here, and I wouldn't forget it today.

"Everyone ready now?" I asked. And silence answered.

Three more fast drawings and I switched us to a series of 5 minute gestures, feeling everyone quickly warmed up. There was a sigh of relief from everyone.

"How about some music today?" I asked with a heart thumping rhythm at knowing what I was about to do.

Affirmative noises sounded around the room and Andy smiled with the corner of her mouth in pose. She changed to a "strut" style gesture with her hands behind her head, tits stuck out, far too confident.

"Begin." I said trying to hide my excitement as I pushed play.

Dumdum dum dum dum duum dumdum dum dum.. "This is a maaan's world. This is a maaaannnn's woorlld, but it wouldn't be nothin', Noothin', without.. a woman or a girrrll..." I didn't take my eyes off of her once. At the first chord progression, her brow furrowed... Her eyes shot straight to me, questioningly, only to find me looking at her knowingly, darkly.. aroused at our shared memory that she is only just realizing I had a part in. Those eyes widened, her chest that was on display for everyone to see, flushed and her little nipples hardened, in fear or arousal, I don't know, but I could hardly keep my excitement under wraps at my plan falling right into place. Her body reacting to me exactly the way I planned, and my control over this creature I desired so.

I licked my lips as I buried my hand in my pocket and fingered the automotive fuse from a lemon I'd become acquainted with a week ago...