Art School Model

I was in grad school, and I needed a job that would pay but didn't require too much of my time. I found something, but it wasn't something I was going to tell my parents about, that was for sure. I got dressed for my first shift. Putting on a loose pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt and a light jacket. I tossed my sexy bathrobe in a bag along with a pair of panties and a bra, since I wasn't currently wearing either. I had been advised by the woman that hired me that this was the best way to come to work; it just made things easier, she said. I arrived at the building where I would be working, parked, and walked in. I wasn't nervous yet, but I am sure it would come at some point. I met with the teacher of the class, a personable middle-aged woman who showed me where to change and ran through the basics of what I was expected to do. It was all fairly straight forward, including the fact that I paid cash at the end of my shift. She left me alone in the windowless room with the direction that she would discuss things with her students and come and get me in a few minutes. As soon as the door closed, I started my preparations. It didn't take long. A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door and the teacher's voice asking me if I was ready. Now or never, I suppose.

I followed the teacher across the room, now filled with a small group of people sitting in chairs with easels and various pads or canvases in front of them. I walked up on the small platform, took off my robe, and stood there completely naked and did as the teacher instructed, taking a sitting position on the stool and getting comfortable and preparing to sit still for an extended period of time. Nude modeling would be my first choice of a job, but it paid well. The teacher reminded the class, all adults, that the first few poses would be short studies, with me holding one pose for about fifteen minutes and then moving to another. After an hour, there would be a short break and I would resume posing for another hour, but that would be a long pose, which was the same pose the entire time with a short break in the middle. Easy enough. I took the first pose, started off into middle distnce not really looking at anything, and let my mind wander, while I listened to the quiet scratching and noise of pencils and paint brushes on canvas and paper.

The teacher announced that the first period was over and it was time for me to change poses. I took a sip of water and shifted around to give the artists a different angle to draw. This time, I happened to look at the artist in front of me as I found my pose. I decided to look in the direction of one of the artists for my next pose. She was a woman with long blonde hair. She was quietly working on a large sketch pad with pencils. I fixed my gaze on the edge of her pad as the teacher started time for the next sitting. I let my gaze wander as much as I could without moving my head. She was wearing a sundress with small buttons down the front and sandals. She also appeared to have a full bust, but she was partially hidden behind her large pad. Time passed as I held my position to the sound of the media on paper, the slow shuffle of the teacher as she moved around talking quietly to the students, and the quiet tick of the clock. I did notice that the focus of my gaze would sometimes stare for a few seconds, as she was trying to memorialize some feature of mine before turning back to her paper. I also saw out of the corner of my vision, a smile on her face as she looked at me, returned to the paper to draw, and repeated the process.

The next pose took my line of sight away from my new favorite blonde artist and towards some other artisits. This time, as a suggestion from the teacher, I closed my eyes for the session. That was fine by me, as it made the time pass quicker. I also found that sitting with my eyes closed allowed my mind to wander and I found it drifting to the blonde. I hadn't seen her when I came in, so she must have come in when I was getting undressed. She had long hair, which I found sexy and what looked to be a large pair of breasts. The dress did show off some leg but I hadn't gotten a very good look; something to check out again when I could move again. Last pose of the short pose session and the teacher suggested that I sit on the floor to offer a different prescriptive. This time I also choose a pose that had my back to the pretty blonde. This time I kept my eyes open and stared off as the last session started. Time passed and I sat still and let my mind wander a bit. I returned to the blonde artist behind me. I wonder if she liked sketching my bare back and what she could see of my ass.

Finally, the first half of the session was completed and I was allowed to have a break. I stood up, put my robe back on and retreated to the room where I had changed to rest for a few minutes. I sat, sipped some water, and thought about the upcoming long pose. The teacher had informed me that since a longer pose time was required, we would work something out that was comfortable and easy for me to hold. It had to be the exact same position for the entire time, even if I did get a break to stretch in the middle of the session. She also told me that some of the students would move their spots for the longer session to get a view that pleased them. Soon enough, the knock came on the door and the teacher's pleasant voice asking me to come back.

Getting a pose that made everyone happy was, of course, impossible. I ended up in a semi-sitting position on the platform that gave most of the people a full profile and a good view of my face that they could work with. I noticed as I was getting into this position that my favorite blonde artist had moved her chair to a position that was behind the first row of artists and with a good view oif my face and upper body. Before I finalized the position, I made sure that I was looking at her; since I was going to be sitting in the same position for some time, I wanted something pleasing to look at. And was it my imagination or had some of the buttons on her dress been unbuttoned during the break? Interesting. With my pose finalized, the teacher started the first long session. The pose was easy to hold, and the scenery was, from my perspective, pretty fantastic. Once the session started, the blonde stared at me for a long few second. As she was staring, she kept running her fingers along the buttons of her dress, calling attention to her newly exposed cleavage. I knew for a fact that her dress had been unbuttoned during the break. Her breasts were large and full, I could almost feel their weight in my hands. She began sketching after taking me in and teasing me with her show of breast skin. This pose was much hharder as it was longer than the others. I passed the time watching this blonde artist sketch my nude body. I imagined her unbuttoning more buttons on the dress, showing me her full breasts, maybe dropping the dress to the floor. Several times I watched as she would stop sketching and compare her work to me. When she did this, she had a habit of twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. She would stare at me for long periods and then make small adjustments. The more that she stared at me, the more I played out fantasy scenarios in my head. However, that did result in a small issue as the more I thought about her naked, my naked body started to react to my naughty thoughts. My nipples started to stiffen. There wasn't a thing that I could do about them, so I just continued to stare straight ahead and let everyone see my hard nipples. Blondie surly noticed as I saw her smile, touch her cleavage again, and tried to pull the hem of her dress up over her knees without calling attention to herself. She managed to get it an inch or so above her knees without anyone noticing, mainly because everyone was looking at me and no one was caring what she did. Time continued, I sat, hopefully not moving, and the artists drew, painted, whatever they chose to do. As the time ticked toward the first break, my blonde friend would shift her position in the chair some and open her legs a bit. I couldn't see clearly all the way up her dress, but I saw lots of smooth, creamy leg. This was not helping my nipple issue any.

Time was called, almost unexpectedly. The teacher asked me if I would be willing to stay kind of in the same pose but relax for a few minutes break. She picked up my robe, so I could be covered during break, and she asked the busty blonde if she would get me a bottle of water. I slipped into the robe and took the offered bottle of water from Blondie. She told me that I made an excellent model even after I told her that it was my first time. I asked her if I could see her finished piece, which drew a slight blush, as she said that she really doesn't share them.

Break was soon over and with a few minute corrections, I Was back to holding my position and my artist was back to teasing me. This time, I watched as she undid another button on her dress. This wasn't funny. My nipples were stiff and throbbing and I was captive for another thirty minutes. I sat and stared. She sat, and sketched, and stared, and touched her breast, and opened her legs, and drove me crazy. I spent the remainder of the time thinking of her nude body pressed up against mine, feeling the weight of her breasts, the smooth length of her legs pressed against mine. As time was winding down, I noticed my favorite artist was trying to re0-button her dress back to where it was at the beginning of class. Again, since no one was looking at her, she managed to do it without anyone noticing.

Soon enough, time was called, and the students put down their pencils or brushes and stood up and stretched. The teacher helped me up from the position I had been in, holding my robe for me and asking the students to thank me for posing. I walked back to the room where I could change. As soon as the door was closed and locked, I took my robe off and pinched both of my hard nipples, almost moaning out loud in the process. I knew if I put my fingers between my legs I would be aroused and wet; if I started that, there would be no stopping until I had an orgasm. I held off on that, promising myself that as soon as I got back to my apartment, it would be an epic cum. I dressed, putting the panties and bra on that I had brought with me. Once i Was dressed, I opened the door and went to leave, quietly. The blonde met my gaze from across the room, but she was in the middle of a discussion with some of the other students. The teacher came over, praised my professionalism for a first timer, gave me the check, and started to walk me out to the parking lot, telling me that she walked all of her models out for safety. When we got to my car, she told me again how much she liked my modeling and would like to have me back. Some of the students had expressed the same. As I was about to leave, she aslo pressed a small, folded piece of sketch pad paper into my hand. She said that she normally wouldn't do this, but she had known her for years and owed her a favor. I didn't ask what it was, just said thanks and got in my car. She went back into the building, to the class, as the last hour of class was given over to group discussion of the other artists' work.

I unfolded the piece of sketch paper as I sat in the car. Written on it in the artist's pencil was a note which said "You are amazingly beautiful. Please call me", then a phone number and the name "Eve". I pulled out my phone, texted my name to the number on the paper and said that I would like to see her work sometime. I drove home, which wasn't too far. Halfway home, my phone binged with a message, but I waited until I got home to check it. It was a picture message from the number I had just texted. It was a picture of the long pose sketch that she had made mf me and I was suitably impressed. She had worked only in pencil and had done a fairly good representation of my face and upper body. I also noticed that she had included my stiff nipples in her sketch. It answered the question about what she was staring at. I texted her back about how good I thought it was, but I didn't get an immediate reply.

I was barley inside the door to my apartment when I had my hand down the front of my sweatpants, rubbing at my soaked pussy. I didn't even make it to my bed, opting instead for the couch. I kicked off the sweatpants and panties and yanked my shirt and blouse up to my neck. I had one hand on my clit and the other pinching and pulling at my nipples. I heard a message come in on my phone, but I was too far into myself to stop at that point. After a quick cum and a much longer and much more satisfying orgasm, I checked my message and saw that it was Eve the Artist. It simply asked, "Are your nipples still hard?" Instead of answering, I simply snapped a quick photo of my semi-exposed stiff nips and expanse of smooth tummy; sending that off as an answer to her question. I added "How are yours?"

A few minutes later I got my reply "Oh my God. I am going to leave early so I can go home and take care of myself. You have me so hot." That answer started a wicked idea in my head. I wasn't sure how it was going to be taken, but I sent another text, this one with my address and an invitation, "You don't have to do it yourself." I wasn't sure how that was going to be received, but it was worth a try. I put my clothes back on, picked up around the apartment for a few minutes and opened a bottle of wine. I got out two glasses, being optimistic.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on my door.