Naked on a Pedestal

This is the fifth story in a series describing Adam's first sexual experiences, a lot of which involve public nudity. I recommend reading them in order.

Chronologically, most of this series comes before "Adam in Asia", but it doesn't matter which one you read first.

All participants are 18 or over.

Prologue

My name is Adam. I am 19 years old and recently started studying at university.

Term time

It was my first week at university. There was a note in my pigeonhole. No envelope, just a folded piece of paper. Under the university's logo was a phone number and a request to call someone called Monica Hope. No explanation.

My immediate thought was that there must be a problem at home, or perhaps some issue with my student fees, so I called the number straight away.

"Art Department," said the woman who answered.

I was confused.

"Umm, I got a message to call Monica Hope on this number. What's this about?"

"I'll just get her for you."

"Hello, who's this?"

A woman's voice, younger than the one before.

"Hi, my name is Adam Smith. I got a message to call you. What's this about?"

"Oh, hi Adam. Thanks for calling," she said in a friendly manner. "It's nothing to worry about. Let me explain.

"I am a lecturer in the Art department, and I am looking for a male model willing to pose naked. One of my regulars has dropped out this year, so I need a replacement."

"Er, OK, maybe, I suppose." I wasn't being coherent.

Thoughts raced through my head. Was this some kind of windup? A prank?"

I pulled myself together. "Is this a joke? Are you calling all the new students?"

She laughed, "No. My mother suggested that I call you.

"Lesley Hope, you met her a couple of weeks ago. She said that you were very comfortable with being nude in front of others."

Light dawned.

"Aah, of course, this is starting to make sense. She told me that her daughter taught Art here! I filed it as 'unlikely to happen given that we are in different departments on different campuses'."

"Fair enough. How about it, though?"

"Well, your mother is right about me being comfortable being naked in public. However, I think I need to know more before giving you an answer."

"Of course. How about we meet up, and I can give you more details and answer any questions."

We met in the Art department the next afternoon. Monica turned out to be about 30, dark-haired, with small breasts on a fit-looking body. I could easily see the resemblance to her mother.

As she showed me the studio and the changing room, she explained that sessions were normally two hours long, broken down into several individual poses lasting between 5 and 20 minutes each.

"The number of students varies a bit, but you can expect about 10 students in each class."

After checking my timetable, we agreed that I would do a trial the following week. If that worked out, there would be one weekly session until the end of the term.

I signed some forms, and that was that.

"See you Wednesday. Bring a robe, and you might want a towel and flip-flops too."

As requested, I arrived ten minutes early. Monica was getting things ready in the art studio.

"Glad you are here, Adam. I didn't want to ask any of the students to stand in."

"Does that happen?"

"Sometimes. If nobody volunteers, they draw lots. But they don't have to strip fully, just to their underwear. Mind you, art students are quite liberated, so most are cool with being naked."

She indicated the dressing room, "Please go and get changed. Have you brought a robe?"

I nodded.

"Good, because the ones here are really manky."

I found an empty locker, stripped off, and put my clothes away. Before I had a chance to put my robe on, a young woman came bursting through the other door.

"Hi, don't mind me," she exclaimed. "I'm Chloe, by the way. I'm here for the photo class. I guess you're here for life-drawing."

She was throwing her clothes off as she spoke. "I'm late, and I need a pee!"

"Hi, er, I'm Adam."

There was a toilet in the corner. A translucent panel screened it from the main space, but it was obvious that somebody was using it, not least because of the tinkling noise.

I slipped my robe on. "See you later."

In the art studio, some students had arrived and were getting their pads of paper and drawing implements ready.

"Sorry," apologised Monica, "I forgot to warn you that the room is shared with the photo studio. Hope you don't mind."

"No, it's not a problem. Just caught me off guard."

Monica led me to the platform at the centre of the semi-circle of easels.

"To settle everybody down, we'll do some quick poses to start with. I will brief everybody and then ask you to take your robe off. In the meantime, just sit on that stool."

She moved around the room, checking that everyone was ready. I took the opportunity to look at the people who would soon be seeing me naked. There were twelve in total, more than Monica predicted, but it was too early in the term for bad habits to have set in.

There were four men and eight women. This was a first-year class, so they would all be 18 or 19, like me. Also like me, they were new to university life, desperate to seem cool and in control. Realising that helped calm my nerves.

When everyone was ready, Monica directed me to remove my robe and pose with one foot on the stool.

"Adam is new to this, like you, so we will start with quick 10-minute sketches. Try to get the overall shape and proportions. There will be other opportunities to focus on details."

I dropped my robe and stood facing the centre of the group with my right foot on the stool. There was no hiding my cock in this position, it was there hanging down. Except, it wasn't. I was half-erect, and it was obvious to everyone.

"First lesson for you all. This can happen with any male model, especially with a new one like Adam. Ignore it, it is not important. Focus on shape and proportions."

There was a snigger from someone.

"Of his body!" Monica said with an exasperated tone.

I tried to tune out from what was happening, focusing my gaze on a point on the wall above the door to the dressing room.

When Monica called time, she gathered the students together, and they circulated around each easel while she made comments. I noticed that she was careful to say something positive about each one.

The next pose was another 10-minute one, this time with me sitting open-legged on the stool. Was Monica trying to get any embarrassment out of the way early?

This time, I was not so erect, but I stuck to my 'look at the wall' strategy.

Again, when the time was up, Monica commented on every drawing. For the next pose, I stood sideways to the right with my left foot on the stool. This way my cock was largely hidden from the group. I found another spot on the wall to focus on.

Time up, Monica did another instant critique, then called a 10-minute break.

"Well done, Adam. I know that the first time posing can be difficult, especially for a man. It gets a lot easier the more that you do it.

"After the break, we will do a couple of longer poses. If you start to struggle, cramp or something, don't be afraid to say so."

I thanked her and took the opportunity for a quick trip to the toilet in the dressing room.

I was mid-pee when Chloe walked in.

"Great minds think alike," she exclaimed. Politely turning away while I finished.

The next pose had me lying on my side, facing the group, head propped up by my right arm. This was an easy one to sustain.

"Twenty minutes," called Monica.

I was starting to feel more comfortable with the situation, so I studied the students rather than a spot on the wall. It was quite funny to see the way that their heads popped out from behind their easels to look at me and then back again, like animals popping out of their burrows.

The final pose was for me to stand turned away from the group, looking over my shoulder. It did not seem too difficult to hold for another twenty minutes. It turned out to be harder than I thought. By the end, my neck and shoulders were cramping up. I was relieved when Monica called time. As she did her usual round of criticism, I rolled and flexed my shoulders to undo the kinks.

After dismissing the class, she came over to me.

"Well done, Adam, you can put your robe on now."

"Oh, sorry, I was in a bit of a daze."

"Don't worry. You have done really well. I'm happy to have you back next week, if you are willing."

"Yes, happy to," I smiled.

"Great, I will see you then."

A woman followed me into the dressing room.

"Hi, I'm Orsi. I'm guessing that you are the new model."

She pronounced it Or-she.

"Blame my Hungarian mother," she explained.

"Right, I'm Adam. Pleased to meet you."

Chloe emerged from the shower, wrapping a towel around herself.

"Hi Orsi, are you back for another year?"

"I am indeed. Have you met Adam?"

"Yeah, I shocked him by peeing earlier."

Orsi laughed. "House rule, Adam, no shame around here. Getting out there on time has priority over modesty."

"I'll second that," said a third woman entering from the photography studio.

"Liv, this is Adam," said Orsi.

We shook hands.

"Welcome to the strip club," said Liv, with a grin.

I didn't feel the need for a shower, so I got dressed alongside Chloe as the others undressed. They clearly felt comfortable, and it was infectious.

"See you next week," called Chloe as she left.

The relaxed atmosphere continued in the following weeks. I quickly became used to using the toilet and showering with them around.

The posing was easier, too; there were no more unwelcome erections. I became familiar with the group, learning their names and interacting during the breaks between poses. Week by week, the poses got longer and more difficult to hold. I recognised that Monica had been building up me and the students to deal with this.

The end of the first term was approaching, and I was invited to the drawing class Christmas party. As first-years, most were in halls of residence, but a couple were in a shared house off campus, which is where the festivities took place.

The smell of weed was heavy in the air as I walked in. Arts students had a different vibe from the Business & Finance types that I studied with. The atmosphere was one of total relaxation. Couples were making out in the lounge, one of them half-naked, without any apparent concern about those around them.

"How did you start modelling?" Wendy, one of the students, asked.

"By chance, really. I found that I liked being naked, then I did a couple of scenes for a photographer friend, and ended up stripping at a yoga weekend, which is where I met Monica's mum. She is the one who recommended me as a model for the class."

"Wow! That is quite a journey."

"Yes, but I'm not complaining."

"Do you think I should do it?"

"That is entirely up to you. All I will say is that I have found it very liberating."

Later on, I bumped into Chloe, the photo model. She looked stunning in a sparkly boob tube dress.

"Nice to see you dressed for a change," I teased.

"I could take it off if you prefer," she replied with a grin.

"Perhaps we both should?"

"Deal!"

Clothes discarded, she grabbed my rapidly stiffening cock. I leaned down to kiss her. Turning around she stuck out her arse. The invitation was obvious. She braced her arms against the wall as I entered her.

"Get a room, you two," somebody chided as they squeezed past us in the hall.

In the unlikely event of one being free, neither of us were going anywhere.

Things changed a bit in the second term. Sometimes I posed for the photography class instead of the life-drawing group. That had a different dynamic, requiring more movement and less stillness, but fundamentally it was still about being nude in front of a group of dressed strangers, and that always thrilled me.

One day, Dawn, the woman who taught the class, asked if I would be willing to pose with some of the female models. I agreed, of course.

The following week, Liv and I posed together. Nothing too sexual, but there was always the sense of 'what would happen next?'.

Monica and Dawn had drawn up a rota that shared the models between their classes. I never knew which I would be posing for, or with whom. That added an extra frisson of excitement.

It meant that we were usually doing longer sessions than before. We all wanted a shower after these, so we often doubled up. It was cosy, but fun.

The poses started to heat up, especially in the photography studio, where we often changed positions at Dawn's request. Because we were all so comfortable being naked together that squeezing a breast, touching a pussy, or holding my penis happened without any shyness.

After one particularly hot session, Chloe and I reprised our fuck against the wall from the Xmas party. Orsi and Liv, who had been in the art studio, did a double-take when they saw us. Their initial surprise quickly passed. They began to touch us and themselves.

Orsi leaned over me from behind, breasts pressed against my back, following my thrusts into Chloe. I climaxed when she reached beneath me to fondle my balls. The three of us slumped against the wall, sweat dripping. I glanced at Liv, who had three fingers in her pussy.

Monica came into the changing room. "I heard a noise. Is everything OK?" Her voice petered out as she realised what had been happening. Face flushed, she stammered an apology and left.

Dawn stopped me as I left the changing room.

"Adam, there is something Dawn and I would like to talk to you about. Could we meet for a coffee or something?"

The next day, the three of us sat in a quiet corner of the main bar.

"Have you got any plans for the summer?"

"Not yet; Mum will be teaching in Brighton, so I will probably spend some time down there with her."

"Will you be working at all?"

"I'm lucky, I earned quite a lot from a job before uni, so it's not essential."

"We have something that might be interesting for you. Mum is teaching a painting workshop at Compton Dennis, and she asked if you would consider being a model. I'll be there to help, too." Explained Monica.

"Plus, I'm teaching a photography course the week after," added Dawn. "You would be great for that, as well.

"You'll be paid, of course, plus meals and accommodation are included."

"That sounds good. I can do both and still spend some time with Mum. Count me in."

When the exams were done, Monica and Dawn invited their models to a party in the house they shared. It was something that they did every year. It was a nice touch. As befitted their employment status, the quality of the food and drinks was better than the norm enjoyed by poverty-stricken students.

Apart from the hosts, I knew Chloe, Orsi, and Liv, but I had not met any of the other dozen or so guests before.

One of their traditions was to take a group photo. As we all squeezed into position, somebody suggested that it was only fair that Monica and Dawn should be naked whilst the rest of us were dressed. This idea was greeted enthusiastically by the other guests, and enough wine had been drunk for the two lecturers to agree without much resistance.

Dawn took multiple shots using her camera's timer function. In some, their modesty was maintained by the hands of the guests, while in others, everything was on display. Once the photo shoot was over, everybody stripped off. Now there were twenty naked people; nobody batted an eyelid. This sort of thing didn't happen at Finance student parties.

I found myself in a corner talking to Liv.

"I hear that we'll be working together in the summer," she said.

"That's right, on Dawn's course at Compton Dennis."

"Have you done anything like that before?" she asked.

"No, it will be my first time. You?"

"Same. Orsi was their model last year. She told me that it is a nice place."

"She's right. A friend's mother runs it, and I spent a week there last summer. I'm sure that you'll like it. Although the 7:30 am yoga session might be a bit too much."

She laughed, "Anything at that time of the morning is too much. But it sounds intriguing. Will you be taking part?"

"I doubt that I will have any choice. Chantal can be very insistent.

"Actually, I am being a bit unfair. At first, I hated being dragged out of bed, but after a few days, I began to appreciate it."

"I'm not convinced," she laughed. "Anyway, I'm looking forward to working with you. But in the meantime, please excuse me as I need the toilet."

I headed to the kitchen, where I found Orsi opening a bottle of red wine.

"From my grandfather's estate," she explained. "Care to share?"

"Sounds good. Let's find somewhere quiet."

Of course, when you have twenty or so people in a small, terraced house, there are no quiet corners. Fortunately, there was enough space on a sofa for us to sit side by side; the bottle discreetly positioned on the floor nearby.

Around us, people were pairing up, slow-dancing or smooching, or both. Orsi and I leaned close to talk, but that quickly escalated into a passionate kiss, then touching.

"I want you to fuck me from behind, like you did Chloe," she announced. "Against that wall, over there."

Despite all the people around us, or perhaps because of them, I couldn't say 'no'.

Orsi braced herself, bum towards me. She was a bit taller than Chloe, and she was already wet, so I was able to enter her with ease. People cheered when they realised what was happening. That spurred me on, my strokes as rapid as I could manage. This was fucking, pure and simple.

Orsi was turned on too, moaning and groaning loudly in time with my thrusts. There was a round of applause when it was apparent that we had both come.

Summertime

I headed home for a few days, then drove up to Compton Dennis. The journey was easier than before: the traffic was lighter, I knew the way, and I was a more experienced driver.

I found Nathalie's mum, Chantal, busy in the kitchen. When she saw me, she screamed with delight and rushed to embrace me. Hugging me tight, crushing her substantial breasts against me as we shared a sloppy kiss.

"Adam, lovely to see you. I was so pleased when Lesley told me that you would be here this week.

"Hi Chantal, it's nice to see you too."

It was too. Chantal was quite a character; full of contradictions: black woman, wealthy family, Cambridge graduate, diplomat, mother, hippy, English woman, French ex-husband. Now she owned the training centre, either renting it out or running yoga courses herself.

I have put you in Nathalie's room, but you are always welcome in my bed. She had come on strongly to me on my previous visit, and we ended up sleeping together one night. Amazingly, this was with her daughter's approval.

"Lesley and Monica are arriving tomorrow morning; it's only a short drive from Compton Leslie, of course. They'll be sharing the twin room next to yours. The course attendees will be in the Cowshed as usual.

"I thought we could eat in the pub this evening."

"Sounds good, I will go and unpack."

When I returned, I found that Chantal had changed into a halter neck dress that showed off her yoga-toned body and did little to conceal her breasts. It was clear that she had not bothered with a bra.

She noticed me looking. "No sense over-dressing, it's a warm evening!"

The Spinners Arms was busy with people enjoying cold drinks in the beer garden. Plenty of them noticed the statuesque black woman walking up the path. No doubt the locals all knew of her nude yoga sessions, and some would have seen them, but that didn't stop anybody staring.

"Maintaining your reputation, Chantal?" called the barman as we approached the bar.

"Of course, Sid, it's the only reason I come in here," she teased back. I guessed this was a running joke between them.

Dinner was an excellent sausage and mash, washed down by a couple of pints of 'Old Hooky', the local beer. The food was a huge improvement on the vegetarian meals that Chantal served on her yoga courses. I wondered what would be on offer for the next two weeks.

Unsurprisingly, I spent the night with her. When we got back from the pub, she took my hand and led me to her room. We undressed ourselves, which didn't take her long as she wasn't wearing panties either, just the sundress.

I had seen Chantal nude before; she usually did her morning yoga routine naked, and we had slept together one night. Despite the familiarity, I paused to admire her.

"Like what you see?"

"Oh, yes, very much so."

"Viewing is over. It's time for action."

She grabbed my dick and pulled me towards the bed. "Eat me!" she commanded.

Our previous encounter had been an early morning quicky; this time, I was determined to take my time exploring her beautiful body. Despite her hippy vibe, Chantal was completely shaved, which I preferred, so I dove right in. Tongue, lips, teeth, nose, fingers. Everything that I had, apart from my dick. Licking, nuzzling, kissing, squeezing, sucking, nibbling. Her skin was much darker than Nathalie's, which made the pinkness of her vagina stand out, almost shine, as I spread her lips apart.

My attentions were having the desired effect on Chantal.

She grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up, then rolled over thrusting her arse in the air. I didn't hesitate to bury my dick as deep in her cunt as I could. Reaching underneath, I grabbed her breasts and began to pound away. It wasn't subtle. It was as animal as the name 'doggy-style' suggests.

We slept well that night. She was happy as a lark the next morning when she woke me.

"Time for yoga!" she announced.

I glanced at the rain streaming down the window.

"Really? In this weather?"

"In all weathers," she insisted.

So, there we both were, naked, in the rain, doing 'Salute to the sun'. I had to laugh.

Over breakfast, I asked if she would be doing it naked while the guests were here.

"Why not? They are here to draw naked bodies, so I might as well give them some inspiration."

Lesley and Monica arrived soon afterwards. I helped Monica unload various art supplies and props, then we did a run to the supermarket. During the drive, she told me more about the next few days. The guests were a mixture of first-timers and regulars, more women than men, and probably on the older side. There will be two three-hour sessions per day.

"That's too much for one model, so we will rotate between you and a local woman called Alison, you'll meet her later.

Sure enough, as we arrived back at Manor Farm, a ruddy-faced, chubby, blonde woman in her 30s was walking up the drive.

"Speak of the devil...," exclaimed Monica, "here she is."

We shook hands as Monica introduced us. Her accent was pure country. I could imagine her milking cows and slaughtering chickens since the moment she could walk.

Course attendees started to arrive early afternoon, beginning with a couple who had been there before. By dinner time, everybody was there. Most of them were on their own, and all were older.

Dinner was quite enjoyable. There was meat on the menu, and alcohol was available, so this wasn't going to be the 'hard tack' of the yoga course. I took an inward sigh of relief.

After we had finished, Lesley stood up to outline the timetable for the next day.

"Finally, I will see you all in the morning, and there is one last announcement from our hostess."

Chantal stood. "Those of you who have been here before will know that it is my habit to do some yoga on the lawn at 7:30 each morning, whatever the weather. I prefer to do this naked, and as you are here to draw naked bodies, that is how I will be tomorrow.

"You are all welcome to join me, clothed or not. Good night."

I couldn't tell if any of them were shocked. People started heading for their rooms or over to the pub. A few stayed to help us tidy up the dining area.

When we had finished, four of us walked over to the farmhouse together. Lesley went straight up to bed; Monica and I accepted Chantal's offer of a nightcap.

"Will you be joining us for yoga tomorrow?" I asked Monica.

"Mum says that she will, so I guess I don't have much choice."

"Naked? Your mum did last summer."

"What?" exclaimed Monica.

"Adam's right," said Chantal, "and it was him who talked her into it."

"My mother, outside, naked?"

"Yup," we chorused.

"It wasn't just the morning either, she did some of the group exercises naked too," added Chantal.

"Bloody hell," said Monica, astonished. "Perhaps I should come on one of your yoga courses too."

The three of us went upstairs together. I went to my room initially, but as soon as Monica joined her mother, I crept along to Chantal's.

The pretence lasted until the next morning when Monica saw me leaving Chantal's room. A raised eyebrow was all it took to ask the obvious question. I shrugged the answer.

It was just the four of us, all naked, doing 'Salute to the sun' that morning.

At breakfast, one of the guests said, "You weren't joking about naked yoga then."

Lesley answered, "No. It was our model, Adam, here, that encouraged me to do it. I am so glad that I did.

"Today was my first time," said Monica, "and it felt surprisingly good."

"Hmm. Maybe I will join you tomorrow," she said.

Chantal smiled, "You would be welcome, clothes or not."

The first session started at 9am. It was just like those back at uni, quick sketches to start and then a couple of longer poses. As this was a new group of artists, I paid them some attention, but mostly I just picked a spot on the wall to stare at.

Although each session was longer than those I was used to, sharing them with Alison meant that I was done after 90 minutes.

When Lesley called time, I could see Alison sitting at the back of the room, waiting for her turn. I realised that I did not have anything to do while I was 'off-duty'.

"Would you like to have a go at drawing her?" asked Monica. "We have a spare easel if you would like to try."

"Never thought of it, but why not? Just hope that she isn't offended by the result."

So it was that I found myself sitting before an easel, trying to draw the Rubenesque form of Alison. Recalling my O-level art classes, I used my pencil as a makeshift ruler, trying to get the proportions right.

Monica and Lesley circulated, making suggestions and giving encouragement. I was so concerned about offending Alison that I was going very slowly.

"That's not bad for a first attempt," offered Monica.

That sounded like faint praise, but when Alison had a look during one of the breaks, she was quite positive.

She laughed when I said, "Don't worry, you can get your own back on me this afternoon."

She did too. I knew something was up when both Monica and Lesley were laughing while they wandered amongst the artists.

When the break came, I rushed over to her easel. Basically, she had drawn a stick man with an enormous cock and balls.

I laughed. "Worthy of a schoolboy," I suggested.

Thus began our friendship.

The afternoon session was much like the morning, with the exception that Alison took the first shift so that she could get home to give her kids their tea. At least there were no more cartoons.

That evening, there was another enjoyable dinner, and I slept with Chantal again, except this time without the subterfuge. That was the pattern for the next couple of days.

Things began to change on the fourth day. Some of the guests had asked for Alison and me to pose together. When she arrived that morning, Lesley had a quick chat with her, and it was agreed.

Our first joint poses were quite demure, but that changed after lunch. The desire from everyone for more was almost palpable. Lesley posed us in increasingly intimate positions. Touching, kissing, hands on genitals, and so on.

But nobody had thought through what would happen when Alison went home to feed her kids. Me posing on my own was a come-down. Nobody said it at the time, but the wine at dinner loosened a few lips.

Back in the farmhouse, Lesley came up with a solution. Monica would pose with me. I was dumbstruck. It wasn't that she was unattractive; it was just a surprise.

"Must be seeing me in 'downward-facing dog'," I suggested the next morning as we waited in our robes for the artists to get ready.

Lesley had no qualms about what was happening. The first pose she requested was Monica with her hand on my cock. I think we were both a bit shocked by that.

"Just be careful with that, it's my favourite penis," she told her daughter.

Nobody complained. That is, until Alison arrived for the second session of the morning.

"Who's groping my man?" she demanded in fake outrage.

"Just keeping him warm," Monica responded.

I was relieved when Lesley called the final session of the day to an end. I had been posing all day, and all over my body, muscles were aching.

"Ugh, I feel stiff."

"You look stiff too," said Monica pointedly.

She was right. After a day of posing with two naked women it probably wasn't that surprising. I was certainly turned on; it would not be long before I had a wank. Unless I could convince Monica to help out.

"A long soak in the bath," she suggested.

It was a good idea. We grabbed our robes and headed for the farmhouse. As we crossed the yard, I wondered if she meant together or separately. My alter ego, 'Bold Adam', took charge.

"There isn't a tub in my bathroom, so I'll have to make do with a shower, unless I can share with you?"

Monica giggled, "Actually, I was going to suggest that."

Chantal was in the kitchen when we entered the farmhouse. I told her that we were going for a long soak.

"If you are going to share, use the tub in my bathroom," she offered, "there's more space. Use some of the bath foam, if you like."

More space means longer to fill. We kept busy by kissing and touching. I joked that we were going too fast for the artists to keep up with us.

"Good," she responded, "I hated not being able to move as I wanted to."

"Have you posed like that before?"

"I have posed with a male model before, but never in such a sexual manner."

"I blame your mother for that."

"Yes, she did seem to be rather into it."

We climbed into the corner bath, settling next to each other.

"Why did she call it her 'favourite penis'?" she asked.

I didn't know how much to tell her.

"Um, she helped me out last summer," I stumbled.

"What does that mean?" Monica asked.

At that moment, Chantal walked in with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"She fucked him," she explained, bluntly. "Don't you two look cosy in there. I thought you deserved some wine. I'll leave it on the side here."

"Wait a minute," cried Monica. "Mum's a lesbian these days."

She turned to me, accusingly, "Did you force her?"

"Of course not," I exclaimed.

"Lesley told me it was her idea," soothed Chantal, "and she certainly wasn't upset afterwards. I'm sure she will tell you the details if you ask.'

"I would love to join you in there, but I have to make sure that dinner will be ready on time. Enjoy!"

"She's quite a character, isn't she?" I said.

"Don't change the subject, tell me what happened."

"We had spent a day doing bodywork exercises. At the end, the person I had been working with dashed off with her husband, leaving me with a raging hard-on. Your mother kindly offered to help me with it. I think she was planning on just a hand job, but that changed into a blowjob, then suddenly she just climbed aboard."

"Hmm, doesn't sound too bad. Did she enjoy it?"

"She said something like 'it was better than I remember'."

Monica laughed, "That sounds like her. Anyway, that's enough about my mother's sex life.

"You know, we shouldn't be doing this. Or, more accurately, I shouldn't be. The university would take a dim view of it."

"Even though we are in completely different departments?"

"That might make the punishment less harsh, but any liaison is frowned upon.

"We should make the most of it while we are here."

Beneath the water, she found my cock. We turned towards each other and began to kiss. I reached over to fondle one of her breasts, my other hand between her thighs.

After a few minutes, Monica told me to sit on the side of the bath. She leaned in to take my cock in her mouth. Her technique was good, and I was very worked up after a day of intimate posing with her and Alison. I exploded in her mouth. With a moan of pleasure, she swallowed it all.

"Your turn," I said.

We swapped places. During the day, one of our poses gave me a good close-up view of her pussy, one of those where much is concealed, now I had the chance to explore what lay hidden. I probed those delicate folds with my tongue, and then my fingers too. Monica grasped my head, pulling me closer. Like me, she was worked up by the day's events, and she too came quickly.

She slid back into the water, and we cuddled for a while.

"Are you able to go again?"

I confirmed that I was. She rested her arms on the side, arse in the air. The expectation was clear. Standing behind her, I slid my cock easily inside her cunt. All the way in, then almost all the way out. Gradually, I built up speed. Monica moaned with each stroke, her volume increasing with my speed.

"Dinner in half an hour," called Chantal, leaning on the doorframe.

"Was that Chantal?" gasped Monica.

"Yes, but she's gone now."

"How long was she watching?"

"No idea," I answered.

"Nobody has ever seen me fucking before. It feels so naughty.

"Maybe we could do it tomorrow in front of the artists," she added coquettishly.

"Yeah, we could, I would stick my dick deep inside you and keep it there. They'd all be able to see. They'd get so excited that they would stop drawing. They'd start to play with themselves, and then each other. Some would begin to fuck."

I could tell that the dirty talk was getting Monica close to the edge; so was I.

A few more strokes, and she came; that triggered me, too. We both slumped back into the water.

"We'd better get ready for dinner," I suggested.

"Must we?"

"Well, we could go like this. They've seen it all already."

The glint in her eyes gave me the answer.

We walked into the dining area hand-in-hand, completely naked. After a moment of silence, there was a round of applause.

Monica and I spent the night in my room. I was worried about upsetting Chantal, but she told us to enjoy ourselves.

After breakfast, the artists started to leave. It was going to be a busy day: the guest rooms had to be readied, Liv had to be collected from Banbury station, another supermarket run was needed, and then there was Dawn's equipment to unload.

There were hugs and kisses all around when Lesley and Monica were ready to leave. It had been a fun week.

"Be a good boy for Dawn," Monica teased.

"Hope to see you again soon," said Lesley.

After two summers of helping Frances, I knew how to set up stands, lights, and reflectors. Dawn was impressed.

"I didn't know I had hired an assistant as well as a model. I had to do it all myself last year. Thank you."

"Assisting Frances is how I started, the modelling, such as it was, started as a joke."

"Well, you have a talent for both."

I asked Dawn about the course attendees.

"Don't panic, but they are all women.

"Traditional photo clubs are male-dominated and can be misogynistic," she explained.

"This is a group that has come together gradually. A couple of years ago, they asked me to organise a week where they could share their hobby without being lectured to by men."

"I'll keep my mouth shut then."

"Oh, I think you'll be fine. You have always been very respectful around me, the models, and the female students. I would not have asked you to come if I had any doubts."

The sleeping arrangements were much as before. The only difference is that Dawn and Liv were going to share the room where Lesley and Monica had been. On paper, I would be in Nathalie's room, but perhaps I would be with Chantal again.

She took me aside for a talking-to before dinner.

"Adam, you are always welcome in my bed, but do not feel obligated. I loved that you spent the last two nights with Monica, do not feel bad about that. And, if you hook up with any of our new guests, so be it. Just tell me the juicy details after. Promise?"

"I promise, Chantal. You really are an incredible woman. Maybe I should just drive up from Oxford sometime when there are not all these other people around."

"That would be lovely. If you could bring another young stud or two with you, that would be even better."

"Maneater!" I exclaimed. Chantal growled.

Before the meal began, Susannah, the club president, gave a brief speech.

"Welcome back, everybody. I'm looking forward to this week with all of you. I'm sure we'll have a great time.

"We have two new models, Liv and Adam: please be gentle with them. As before, Dawn will be running the photo sessions, and Rosie is organising this year's 'famous scene'. Don't forget to display your entry from last year."

As I looked around the table, it struck me that I was the only guy amid more than a dozen women. Their ages varied, but I would happily have fucked any of them. This could be a fun week.

I was sitting between Sarah-Jane, a tall, slender woman of about fifty, and Rosie, a chubby, bubbly blonde in her thirties.

"What's this 'famous scene' thing?" I asked.

Rosie explained that each year, one of them arranges a recreation of a famous scene from a painting. Everybody photographs it and presents their best shot the following year, then the group votes for an overall winner.

"Last year, Sarah-Jane did a version of Millais's Ophelia."

Sarah-Jane chipped in helpfully, "That's the one of a woman floating on her back in a river."

"Oh, yes, I think I know the one that you mean."

Sarah-Jane chuckled, "We shot it in the river just up the road. The water was bloody cold, it took me ages to warm up afterwards."

Turning to Rosie, I asked what the plan was for this year.

"Ah, you'll have to wait and see," she teased.

When the meal finished, Chantal gave her usual warning and invitation to 'Salute to the sun' the next morning. A few indicated that they would be there, but whether they would be clothed or not was unclear.

Liv took me to one side, "Did she mean the naked bit?"

I grinned, "She did, and you should try it."

"Will you be naked?"

"I will, it feels great!"

"Will Dawn?"

"You'll have to ask her."

As it happened, I spent the night with Chantal again. The sex was as good as ever, but she repeated that she would not be upset if I slept with any of the others.

There were six for yoga the next morning. One of the guests had actual yoga gear on, Liv had a pair of panties, while the rest of us were completely naked.

The plan for the week was a mix of indoor and outdoor sessions. We started in the Barn, where there were two stages set up, and Liv and I posed separately. The photographers took turns to direct us into different poses. After lunch, the group swapped over, so everybody had a chance to photograph both of us.

Because of the movement involved, I found posing for photographs easier than for life drawing. Still, by the end of the day, my muscles were aching. The good news was that the next day was to be a landscape day, so Liv and I could have a rest.

Chantal could see that we were both uncomfortable, so she suggested Liv and I have a bath.

"Together, if you like," she grinned. "There's plenty of time before dinner. Take some wine with you, too."

I led the way upstairs.

"Did she mean that about having a bath together?" asked Liv.

"Oh yes, last week she encouraged Monica and me to share."

"But aren't you sleeping with her?"

"Chantal? Yes, but that's for fun. She's a bit of a hippy, free-love and all that. She'd probably join us if she had time. Of course, it's up to you. There are two baths, so we don't have to share."

"Well, as it's for fun, let's share."

While the bath filled, I poured wine for both of us.

"You said Chantal is a friend's mum. How did you end up sleeping together?"

"Yeah, I met Nathalie in France, then I came to visit her here last summer. Her mother came on pretty strong, but I thought it was just an act. At the end of the week, Nat spent the night with somebody else, and I ended up in Chantal's bed."

"Does her daughter know?"

"Oh, she knew, and didn't mind a bit."

We sat side by side in the bath.

"Did you and Monica...?" She trailed off.

"Yes, and Chantal told us to enjoy ourselves. She is very open-minded."

I was fed up with talking. 'Bold Adam' took over; I reached between Liv's legs. She moaned as she spread her legs, welcoming me in. She reciprocated by grabbing my cock. We frigged each other sending ripples across the bathwater. Before long she was impaled on my dick, and the waves got bigger, water slopping over the side of the tub.

That night we slept together.

A few more joined the yoga session the next morning. All were naked, including Liv.

After breakfast, the photographers headed off to shoot landscape scenes. Liv and I helped Chantal clear up.

"Thanks for your help. What do you have planned for today?"

We both shrugged. She thought for a moment.

"Would you like to learn how to give a massage?"

"Sounds good," said Liv.

"Sure," I said.

In the Barn, we set up a massage table off to the side of the central area where we had been posing the day before, then we all undressed.

"OK, we'll start with Adam. Please lie face down on the table."

Chantal poured some oil on my back, which she began to spread across my body. Liv was on the other side of the table, mirroring her moves. They repeated long, flowing strokes from my shoulders to my arse, and then down my arms. Now they moved back to my arse, running their hands down my legs.

At first, they kept to the outside of my thighs, but gradually they began to stroke my inner thighs. It was obviously meant to increase the tension. It was working. This phase culminated with their hands running between my arse cheeks, tickling my anus, and down to my balls. It was incredible torture.

"OK, you can turn over now," Chantal said.

They had both seen me erect before, they had both played with my dick before, but for now they ignored it. The massage sequence was the same as before: body, arms, legs, and finally my genitals. I groaned when they got there.

Liv played with my balls while Chantal focused on my cock, then they took it in turns to lick and suck it with exquisite slowness. My ejaculation was building.

"I'm going to cum," I called.

Liv pulled back, but not fast enough to avoid it splashing all over her face.

We both cleaned up, then Liv took position on the massage table. As she had done, I followed Chantal's lead. Back, arms, legs, bum, then flip over and repeat. Of course, for Liv, we spent time on her breasts before reaching her pussy with its neatly trimmed bush.

Like me, Liv was worked up by this stage. Chantal played with her clit, and I teased her labia. She bucked her hips upwards, trying to drive my fingers inside.

"Go on," instructed Chantal.

Liv moaned even louder as I slid one into her, arching it upwards in search of her G-spot. Meanwhile, Chantal leaned over to stimulate her clit. Beneath this combined assault, our subject spasmed wildly; finally, we judged that she had had enough.

When Liv had recovered, Chantal said that we needed to clean up because of the massage oil now coating our bodies. We grabbed our clothes and dashed naked across the farmyard. Once again, the big bath was called into service. With three of us, it was cosier than before.

Chantal was very diligent about cleaning all the oil off our bodies. Finally satisfied, we climbed out and dried each other off. Liv was still a bit wobbly, so we helped her through to the bedroom.

Lying Liv on her back, Chantal spread her legs and dived in. After a while, they shuffled around into a 69 position, eagerly eating each other out. I sat on a chair watching them. It was the first time that I had studied two women together. It was fascinating.

As you would expect, I soon had a major erection. When I could wait no longer positioned myself behind Chantal, readied myself, and thrust into her cunt. My balls were banging against Liv's forehead. She tilted her head back so that she could lick my cock as it thrust into Chantal. Somehow, I still had enough sperm to ejaculate again.

Done for, we sprawled in a sweaty heap on Chantal's bed. By the time the photographers returned, there was nothing to suggest what we had been up to during the day.

The next day was another studio session. Once again, the group would be taking turns to direct us, but this time, Liv and I would be posing together. The first poses were relatively tame, but they quickly became more daring, each person trying to outdo the one before.

"Are you OK with all this?" I asked Liv when she was asked to blow me.

"I am not sure I want to go all the way on film. How about you?"

"I have done some explicit photos for a photographer friend. I trust her to be careful about who sees them. We have no control over this lot."

"Good point. OK, we just fake things?"

"Yup," I agreed.

We declined the request, and the director adjusted the pose. Those who followed received the message. By the end of the day, Liv and I were feeling pretty horny. We headed for the farmhouse for a furious fuck.

At dinner, I found myself sitting next to Rosie, the bubbly blonde.

"Tomorrow's your big day, isn't it?" I asked her.

"The classic scene? Yes, it is. But I am still not telling anyone before the briefing tomorrow."

I changed the subject, "I haven't seen you at the yoga yet."

"I might as well be there tomorrow; you'll be seeing me naked later anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"The person who organises the scene is always in it. Haven't you realised that it is Sarah-Jane in the Ophelia photos?"

I had to confess that I had not.

After the meal, I took a closer look at the photos displayed at one end of the dining area. It was indeed Sarah-Jane, her breasts clearly visible through the sodden shift she was wearing.

"Like what you see?" It was Sarah-Jane.

"Very much so," I replied, "but I think it needs to be enlarged to really appreciate it."

She laughed, "I might be able to arrange that."

I was pleased to see Rosie join us, fully naked, for the morning yoga session. We now had most of the group attend, many fully or partially nude.

After breakfast Rosie gathered everybody together for the briefing.

"Today we are going to be shooting Waterhouse's 'Hylas and the Nymphs'."

She passed around some prints of the painting.

"As you can see a young man, Hylas, is kneeling by the side of a pool when a group of naked women, the nymphs, appear from the water to abduct him.

"Adam will be Hylas, of course, and the nymphs will be Liv and I, plus a couple of other models who will be joining us. We will shoot this down by the stream, near where Sarah-Jane posed last year. Please be ready to leave in 30 minutes."

As Rosie led the way, I realised that Alison and another woman had joined us.

"This is my little sister, Beth," she explained.

"Are you two in on this scene, then?" I asked.

"We are," replied Beth, "I don't mind flashing my titties for some extra cash."

By the stream, the 'nymphs' all stripped off. It turned out that Chantal and Dawn were taking part too. With Liv and Rosie, that made six nymphs in total, one short of the seven in the original painting. Another difference was that I was to be naked.

When everyone was ready, the six women slipped into the water.

"Fuck, it's cold," screeched Rosie.

"You've only got yourself to blame," somebody called out.

Rosie took up the position closest to me, her hand resting on my forearm, her breasts clear of the water. The others clustered around, boobs on display. There was no shyness here.

The photographers moved around, snapping away, until they were satisfied.

"Are we done?" called Rosie.

There was a chorus of agreement, at which point she pulled me into the water on top of her. She was right, it was cold. Just as my head broke the surface, the other models piled on, creating a seething mass of flesh, grasping and groping at the bodies around them.

More shots were taken as we clambered out, teeth chattering, but laughing at the fun we had just had. Vigorous towelling, assisted by the rest of the group, and a couple of flasks of hot coffee restored warmth to our bodies.

Susannah called out for a round of applause for 'our brave models'.

When we got back to the farm, Alison and Beth accepted Chantal's offer of a hot shower before they went on their way. With seven people wanting a shower, and only three available, the obvious solution was to share. Which is how I ended up in Chantal's bathroom with Alison and Beth.

The cubicle was generously sized, but so were the two women. Contact would have been inevitable even if it wasn't sought. The sisters had no qualms about that. Soon Beth was on her knees giving me a blowjob while I fingered Alison. It was debauchery at its finest. They swapped over for a while, then Alison broke away, offering her arse to me. Beth guided my cock into her sister's cunt. I reached around to grab the two substantial breasts hanging from Alison's chest, stilling their swinging movement. They swapped once more.

I came. I think, I hope, that they did too.

The mood at lunch was subdued. After a quick discussion with Dawn, Susannah announced that the afternoon would be free time. She encouraged the club members to get out and photograph the local landscape and flora.

I was relieved and headed for my bed alone, barely noticing when Liv slipped in beside me. We both slept.

At dinner, I was sitting next to Susannah.

"Thanks, Adam. We have always been wary about having male models at these meetings, but Dawn was adamant that you would be a good choice. She was right. I particularly liked the way you checked that Liv was okay with an explicit pose yesterday.

"How did you feel about it?"

"As I told her, I have done some explicit photos for a photographer friend whom I trust to be careful about who sees them. We have no control over any that this group takes"

"I see your point. What if some of us modelled instead of Liv?"

"Perhaps," I mused," it might make somebody less likely to show a photograph if it includes another club member, but it doesn't stop them from doing it."

"What if we changed the model release form to exclude explicit shots?"

"I would be OK with that, but you would still have to convince Liv."

We ended up with a compromise: the release form was modified, and if any club members wanted explicit shots, they would also have to act as models. I doubted that any would go for that deal.

At the end of the meal, Susannah stood up and announced the plan. That started everyone talking, and it was a minute before she could regain their attention.

"Can I also remind you that tomorrow is 'Solidarity Day'. There was some debate about cancelling it, but the committee and I have decided to keep it.

"Finally, I hope to see you all at yoga tomorrow."

The conversation restarted instantly.

As we cleared the table, I found myself next to SJ again.

"What's 'Solidarity Day'?"

"Traditionally, on the last day, we all strip naked as a show of solidarity with our models. It nearly didn't happen this year because we had a male model for the first. But you seem to have won over enough of the doubters. Some might not go for it, but I expect that most will."

Combine that with permission to take explicit shots and it could be an interesting day!

What had I let myself in for?

"Ready for that close-up?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"Maybe just a quick look, I want to keep my strength up for tomorrow."

She had the grace to laugh, then pushed me towards the door.

I closed her bedroom door behind me, then turned to face SJ. She was already unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a pair of pert breasts, which were pretty good for a fifty-something woman.

She pulled the blouse wide, and then back again.

"Quick enough?" She was calling my bluff.

"No, no, they deserve more attention."

I leaned down to take one of the nipples in my mouth, teasing the other with my hand. She grabbed my t-shirt, pulling it up over my head, which forced me to break contact with her for a moment. Then she started working on my jeans. I got the message, lowering my hands to her waistband. Another break in contact left us with only our underwear.

SJ dropped to her knees, swiftly pushing my boxers to the floor. My cock sprang up, swatting her on the nose, but was soon under control of her hands and mouth. I could not reach her breasts, so I played with her hair and the nape of her neck, which she seemed to like.

After a while, I pulled her to her feet and dropped to my knees to remove her panties. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and her lips were nicely proportioned, with neither of the outer nor the inner dominating the scene. I pushed her back towards the bed so that I could properly spread her legs and access her hidden parts.

Going down on women is one of my favourite things to do, and SJ had perhaps the most perfect pussy I had ever encountered. So what if she was more than twice my age? I feasted on the treat before me.

My attentions were affecting her too. Her moaning, writhing, and rapid increase in moisture told me so.

When she could take no more, she pushed me away with the instruction, "Fuck me!"

I was more than happy to do so.

It turned out that she had a tight pussy. I'm not the biggest, but getting inside wasn't easy. If it had not been for the generous amount of lubrication her body was supplying, it might not have been possible.

The friction and our heightened state of arousal quickly brought things to a climax.

Afterwards, lying on the bed, she sighed.

"Wow, Adam, that was phenomenal. How did someone so young learn how to eat pussy so well?"

I thought for a moment. "A bit of raw talent and some good teachers, I think."

"Wait until the others hear about this. You are going to get plenty of requests tomorrow, and you won't even have to show your face!"

I laughed. She was right; your face is largely obscured when going down on a woman.

The next morning, the yoga session was attended by most of the group, all of them nude. The trend continued at breakfast and on into the photo session in the Barn. Throughout, I could see SJ whispering to her friends, all of whom immediately looked at me.

I wondered again what I had let myself in for.

We had gone back to Liv and I posing separately. The first person to volunteer to pose with me was Susannah.

"I hear that you have a talent, Adam. Could we do a couple of poses of us cuddling, and then get down to that?"

I nodded my agreement.

She stood by my side, pressing herself against me, while several of her friends circled, taking shots. Before long, Susannah could wait no longer, fetching one of the small, padded stools we had been using. She sat, legs spread, expectations obvious. I knew what I had to do.

Susannah was completely shaven with puffy outer lips. I kneeled in front of her, leaning in to make contact, first with my tongue, then lips, and fingers. Until her thighs clamped around my head, I could hear camera shutters firing all around us. I kept at it until she pushed me away, satisfied.

When I stood up, my face smeared with her juices, I was greeted by a round of applause. Dawn handed me a towel to clean up.

Next up was Rosie, who grinned broadly at me. I didn't need to ask what she wanted. We started with a few poses of her grasping my cock, which played its part, by getting stiffer than it already was. Like Susannah, she soon wanted to sit on the stool for me to eat her out.

Dutifully, I dropped to my knees and set about my mission. I did my best to focus on what I was doing, but my mind began to drift. How many members of the club would I be doing this with? All? Most? Could I continue to do it with sufficient enthusiasm?

After Rosie came, I struggled to my feet. I realised that my knees would not hold up to a day of kneeling. I mentioned this to Dawn when she passed me a towel again.

Remembering my discussion with Monica about the university policy on student-teacher relationships, I was surprised that Dawn herself was next.

The initial poses involved her touching my cock, and my hands on her pussy and boobs. I expected her to sit on the stool but instead she rested her hands on it, her arse pointing to me and the cameras. Technically, it was a different position, but I still had to be down on my knees. At least I now had a cushion to kneel on.

Dawn came quickly, so I kept going until she came again.

I was greatly relieved when Susannah called for the mid-morning break.

As I waited for coffee, SJ asked me how I was feeling.

"Not sure. I love giving head, but this is not very satisfying."

"Would you like a change?" she asked.

"Absolutely!"

When we resumed, SJ was the first to step up. I didn't know what she was planning, but I was confident it would be different. Sure enough, we began with her giving me a blowjob, then we progressed to her riding me in cowgirl.

For the first time that morning, I came.

"Thank you," I whispered.

A member named Trish was the next volunteer. In a quiet conversation before we started, I told her that there was no way I could come again soon.

"Don't worry, I wasn't looking for that, or even having my pussy eaten. Touching and kissing are fine with me."

"No disrespect, but you have no idea how relieved I feel."

She laughed, "Don't worry, no offence taken."

So, our set was the most demure of the day, if you can class such intimate contact as demure. Somehow, we dragged it out until lunchtime.

"How are you doing?" asked Susannah.

"Exhausted, drained, and, well, used."

"I can understand all of that. Thank you for being such a good sport this morning." She paused, "Sorry, that's a terrible description."

"Don't worry, I know what you mean.

"Actually, it has been quite an eye-opener. Until now, all the sex I have had has been... organic. Today felt fake, forced."

"That makes sense, I am sorry we have put you through it."

"No need to apologise, in its own way it was fun, and I have learned something from it."

"We'd love to have you at our final dinner this evening, but until then take the afternoon off."

"Thanks, but won't some members be disappointed?"

"Nice of you to think of them," she grinned, "but I will tell them that the women this morning broke you.

"Just remember not to dress this evening."

A short speech from Susannah followed dinner.

"Firstly, thanks to Dawn for organising all of this, Chantal for looking after us so well, and Rosie for that memorable 'famous scene'.

"Also, thanks to all of our models, but especially Liv and Adam. Liv, do not feel bad about not wanting to do explicit photos, we all respect your decision. Adam, thanks for going that bit further, but also for being uncomfortable about it. I think we have all learned from that.

"Now, I am delighted to announce the winners of our two photo competitions. Trish wins best 'Ophelia' and Rosie wins best overall shot.

"Finally, I think it is time to head over to the pub. I'm buying."

I doubt that the Spinners Arms had ever seen anything like it. When a dozen naked women and one naked man walked in, you could have heard a pin drop. The locals all knew that nudity was common at Manor Farm, but this was an overload.

Orders were placed, drinks were poured, and seats were found. It was comical to watch clothed men shuffle up to create space for naked women as if it were an everyday occurrence.

I remained at the bar with a pint of 'Old Hooky', talking to Beth, who was working behind the bar that night.

"What's going on, Adam? There are more teats in here than some of these guys see in the milking parlour every morning."

"I have no idea; I'm just going with the flow. Perhaps you should, too."

I saw the glint in her eye.

"Be right back," she said.

She soon returned, completely naked. One of the regulars was so distracted that he poured his pint down his shirt rather than his throat.

The village bobby, PC McGarry, chose that moment to enter, stopping in his tracks as he took in the naked bodies all around him.

"Best be off duty, Rob," suggested somebody helpfully. "Just think of the paperwork."

He nodded. Accepting a pint of beer from Beth, he downed it in one go.

"You know, I'm having trouble with my eyesight tonight," he announced. Beth refilled his glass.

The pub was so busy that Beth called for reinforcements behind the bar. When Alison arrived, she gazed around the room, taking in the mixture of dressed locals and naked people from Manor Farm.

"Bloody hell!" she exclaimed. She swore again when she realised that her sister was also naked. "Is that the official uniform for tonight?"

"Go on," said her sister, "you know you want to."

Soon, we had two naked barmaids. The locals could not believe their luck.

Like many a country pub, the concept of 'closing time' was somewhat loose, but all such things come to an end. Eventually, Beth rang the bell for time, and we all headed back to the farm.

SJ slipped her arm through mine, "Fancy a night with a wrinkly old bird?"

"Nah, I was hoping for a night with you!" I quipped.

"Oh, flattery will get you everywhere," she laughed back.

After a quick shower together, we headed for my bedroom. I could hardly wait to explore that perfect pussy again; it didn't disappoint. I could have spent all night eating her out, but she had different ideas. Grabbing my ears, she pulled me up. I got the message, positioning myself to penetrate her tight passage. As before, she was wet enough for me to enter, albeit carefully. A slow, gentle rhythm suited us both, but with excitement building, neither of us could last long.

Sleep came quickly.

It was rudely foreshortened by Chantal, "no rest for the wicked," she announced.

I was used to such abrupt awakenings, but SJ wasn't. "What the fuck?" she mumbled.

Understandably, morning yoga was less well attended.

Most turned up for breakfast, but evidence of a late night and sore heads abounded. By mid-morning, most of the guests had left. I helped Dawn pack up and load her gear.

"Thanks, Adam, you have been great, a real hit. I hope you will consider coming back next year."

"I should be starting my placement next summer, but if the schedule allows, I am certainly interested."

She gave me a sloppy kiss, then drove away.

Epilogue

As I drove home, I reflected on the previous two weeks. On the contrast between the calmness of posing for artists and the movement required by photographers. On how I had gone for days without wearing anything at all, and how much I enjoyed being naked, even when others were not.

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There will be more stories about Adam in this series, and you can read about some of his other adventures in 'Adam in Asia'.