The Art Class Ch. 03

As I felt the lift stop on Jon's floor, I could already sense my heart beating with anticipation of what I was about to do. I was clutching a bag with a variety of clothes, lingerie and other accessories and this time I knew what to expect, but the expectation was still gnawing at my mind.

The metal door clanked open and I rang his bell, his footsteps approached the door and then it swung open and Jon was standing there, all 6' of him, his dark skin, black hair tied firmly in place on his head.

"Welcome Becs, it's good to see you again. I always wonder after the first time whether artists and models will come back, and it is a pleasure to see that you have," he said with a smile.

I looked him in the eyes, holding his attention, as I didn't want him to think that I was in any way uncomfortable with what we were doing.

"Hey Jon, well it's good to see you too, and how could I not come back when we had such fun the previous time," I inquired.

He ushered me through into his lounge and I could still feel my body awash with adrenalin. I had been thinking about this modelling session for days now, ever since I got the courage up to message him and ask him for his availability.

We chatted for a couple of minutes, small talk about our lives, my husband and kids, his work as a dancer. Eventually I couldn't take any more and I felt the burning urge to get on with it.

"I have my drawing things, and I am hoping that you will be modelling for me, and then... perhaps if that goes well and we are feeling relaxed, then we can switch roles again?" I inquired.

I had already proposed this arrangement in the phone conversation, but I thought it would be a good idea to re-confirm it now, to remove any ambiguity.

"Sure Becs, that sounds great, why don't you get yourself set up over there, and once you are ready, let me know how you want me to pose," he replied enthusiastically.

I walked over to the area near the window and set up my easel, got my pencils and charcoals out and set everything up how I liked. In the meantime, Jon seemed to pop out of the room into his bedroom. Just as I placed the last stick down, he walked back out in his dressing gown.

"Great, thanks Jon, so... I was thinking we could start with you, kneeling, facing away from me, with your hands high on the back of your head, I want to study all the muscle groups on our back, and the way they all interleave," I instructed.

He slipped off the gown facing away from me, and I almost gasped as I looked at his back once again, the sculpted contours of the different muscles, the perfect curves of his shoulders, the power of his arms. Slipping to the floor, he knelt before me, his firm bum delightful to me. I couldn't help but to lick my lips, although the nerves from my drawing helped suppress my lustful urges.

He lifted his hands to the back of his head as I had asked and I absolutely loved the way that it brought the muscle groups into focus, the way that the contours met and separated. I loved the way that the bright spotlights suspended from the exposed oak ceiling created lines and points on his glistening dark skin.

I immediately took up my pencils, and my mind was lost to the world, absorbed in the task of reproducing his beautiful forms on the page. The picture seemed to already be drawn somehow, it was almost as if I was just conjuring something that already existed, the outlines, the shading, the mixture of pencil and charcoal all came together easily. When I almost woke from the daze of concentration, I was shocked to see how faithfully I had managed to capture his form.

I relaxed and he sensed my movement, he stood and came over to me, his body almost towering over me, at least 7'' taller than me, his arms and legs felt twice as wide a my own, I could sense the power in his body. As he looked at my picture, I couldn't help but glance down at his exposed cock, the fat shaft not far off 6'' even though it was still soft.

"Wow, you have really done a great job there, I love it," he commented. I knew he had studied as an artist and that he knew what he was talking about, and so we discussed the way I had worked, the things I liked about it and the places that I felt I could have done a better job. He was astute and precise in his comments, and I felt exactly the way I do when I had a lesson with a good teacher.

I could not really square in my head however that while he was acting as a great teacher, his powerful dark body was naked just a few inches from me. As our hands touched when I was indicating a dark patch in my drawing, I was very well aware how close I was to a naked man, and a young and attractive one at that.

"I have a proposal Becs, let me know what you think about it, if you don't like it then that's fine, but I had this idea yesterday when I was thinking about our session today. How about, now we swap places and I draw you, and then, after that, we will both model for each other one more time." He said.

"Oh, so you mean we go you, me, you me," I explained back to him.

"Yes exactly, and while you are modelling you can think about your drawing and how it went, sometimes I find that 15 minutes away from the easel can be excellent for clarifying your ideas," he continued.

"Sure, I guess, we could try that, " I responded, my body once again thrilled at the thought of modelling for him.

"Great, oh by the way, I was pleased to see that almost as soon as you got home, your husband sent me a message, asking to buy a copy of your picture. I was wondering whether you would be brave enough to tell him, and then whether he would be annoyed or aroused. It is always so much easier on everyone when the husband is happy with it, perhaps even joining in," he said.

I looked at him and smiled, holding his gaze as I watched his eyes scanning down over my dress.

"Sure, he enjoyed it, I mean... he loved the picture, and the fact that I had made it for him," I replied.

"Well, Becs, as you drew me so nicely, and from such an artistic viewpoint, let me return the favour, how about you undress and then lay back on the floor with your hair spilling everywhere, your legs resting on the sofa there?" he proposed.

I had only ever been naked for five guys before him, the four boyfriends I had had and my husband. It created a moment of conflict in my head; I knew that I had come there to do exactly this but somehow the relaxed way that he had stated his requirement seemed to leach into my brain and take control of my will.

I considered asking for a gown, saying that I would go into the bathroom to change, but I didn't really want that. Somehow the transformation from artist to model, from wife and mother to nymph was all a part of the experience.

I took the bottom edge of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head, revealing the sensible white bra over my small breasts. Jon stood there, close to me but not too close, watching me undress. I reached behind and undid the clasp, then slipped the straps from my shoulders.

I felt the cool air on my bare skin, the way that it made the small dark areole of my breasts crinkle a little, the way that my nipples hardened more with my exposure. I held his eye contact, almost defiantly as my hands moved to my leggings. I felt for them and slipped them off, resting my bum on the sofa for a moment as I slipped them off, taking my socks with them, exposing my pudgy toes, nails painted in pretty pink.

Standing for a moment in the white cotton thong, letting the tension build a little in me. I could feel my arousal a little already, feel my lips warming, a slight feeling of slipperiness between my legs. I pressed the thong down and peeling it away from my pussy, stepping out of it so that I was naked before him.

Now we were both naked, his cock swelling a little before me, as he walked around me, his eyes drinking in my naked body. We were only two metres away from each other, and there was a palpable sexual tension. I could smell my own arousal now even though I had not touched myself, and his cock was hardening as well, again without any stimulation.

We both knew that there was an aching wall of desire building in the room that we had both ignored, pretended nothing was happening. I knew that my older body, mother of two was nothing like the perfection that he was, but then perhaps the forbidden nature of what I was doing, the way that I was willingly showing him everything compensated for that.

He slowly took me to the sofa, gently tugged me to my knees and then helped me lay down on the floor. My calves were raised so that they were resting on the cushions of the sofa, and my bum was tucked neatly at the base of the sofa, and my thighs raised vertically. He pushed my legs apart just a little, enough so that I knew my sex was exposed, the cool air palpable on my exposed warm lips.

"That's beautiful Becs, that is a lovely pose, if you can hold that for 10 mins then I think we can create something stunning together," he commented casually.

He walked to my easel and took his own large sketch book, replacing mine with his, he started to draw. I watched his eyes as they scanned over me, drinking in my body, my hair, my face, my breasts. I knew that he could see my pussy, the lips already glistening with my arousal, probably a little wet with the forbidden thoughts that were coursing through my head.

I didn't want to fuck, I didn't want to betray my husband but the fug of hormones that were filling the room made it hard to keep a straight view on what I wanted, or what I would do.

I lay there and watched the minutes tick by, the silence only interrupted by the insistent scratching of the pencils and the charcoal on the page. I could see his cock as he drew me, mostly it was soft as he sketched but then he seemed to come to specific parts of me, and I watched as it swelled and grew, not hard but more aroused, I was sure.

Eventually he was done, it was good because I was starting to feel pins and needles in one of my legs, and I was glad to be able to flex it and move it naturally again. I slid to the side and knelt, then got up from my knees and walked over to the easel. Now we were standing side by side, naked as I looked at his new picture.

In the picture, my head was laying on the floor, surrounded with a puddle of my dark brown wavy hair, my mouth slightly open in a suggestive way, laying back my small breasts had almost slipped back, flat on my chest as I lay on the floor. My pussy was clearly visible, he had drawn it with the same detailed lines as my face, I could clearly see the lines of my labia, my inner lips, the smooth skin a little darker than my thighs surrounding it.

"You are very talented Jon, it is amazing, gentle and flattering and yet also so explicit, so intimate, my husband will be thrilled, he knows that I am coming here to see you again," I commented, my body reacting a little to the way that I had been so accurately captured.

"Mm, thank you Becs, you make an excellent model, you seem so willing, so trusting, you like to be seen. Many women I draw have to be nurtured and persuaded, cajoled to get them this far, but you are so much more able to embrace the modelling side. Perhaps it is because you are also an artist, you know that there is a dance between the artist and the model, the pencil, the paper, and that only when the rhythm of them all comes together can something remarkable emerge from the page," he said with a flourish.

I considered putting the gown on before we swapped places, covering myself as I drew him, but for the way that I wanted to see him, I thought that it would be better for me to remain nude. It heightened the tension more, both of us nude now, his eyes able to look over my body as I drew him.

"I think now that it is my turn to draw you again, and I want to draw you hard, I want your cock to be erect, pulsing, poking in the air, I want to draw you in a moment of utter sexual arousal," I explained, walking naked to the easel, I put my pad back onto the shelf in replacement of his. Turning his one so that he could see it from the space on the rug where I wanted him to stand.

As soon as his hand touched his cock, it hardened almost without effort, the fat shaft growing, expanding until the cock head was poking upwards slightly, a bead of precum on the tip. I looked at the fat shaft, I thought more than 7'', thick and obviously hard. His fingers played over it from time to time, gently caressing the head, the frenulum as I drew him. I approximated his body, his head, the lines just a crude sketch, but his cock I drew in detail, the veins, the creases, the fat cock head, the ridge, the stream of precum running from the slit down onto the floor.

The time disappeared, at one point I realised that while my right hand was drawing him, some of the time my left had moved to my smooth lips, a fingertip grazing over them, between them, ringing my clit, smearing my juices over it. The sensation adding to my arousal and I suspected helping him to remain hard as I captured his magnificent arousal. I was both drawing and masturbating at the same time, and I could feel waves of my own arousal coursing through my body even as I drew.

Once I had drawn his cock in all its glory, I went back and filled in more of the detail, drawing the shading on his legs, his stomach, the pencil sketching in the firm lines of his shoulders and arms.

Finally, I was done and I stood back, my body flushed with arousal, satisfied with the results on the page, the most sexually explicit picture of a naked man that I could imagine, so much more overt than anything you could ever see in a gallery.

Jon came and stood next to me, looking at the picture, at the way that it concentrated almost entirely on him as a sexual being, the perfect lines of his musculature, the contours of his chest and arms, but most specifically an almost pornographic depiction of his cock, hard and aroused.

"Wow, Becs, that is... well I have never seen anything like it, you have really captured every line, ever crease, it is... so intense. I love it, I am almost shocked at how you have captured every detail," he commented.

"Thanks Jon, I am glad you like it, I... well I got a little carried away, I am sure you were watching, seeing how drawing you made me react," I said.

"Yes, I love it, and I think that it will all help you with your second pose as well, go and get the lingerie that you brought, and anything else," he suggested.

I walk to my bag and carefully laid out the various pretty lace items on the table. He walked over to stand next to me, the social realities of both of us naked, his cock still semi-hard, my body still obviously sexually aroused. As we stood there, I could smell his precum, my juices, it would be so easy for us to fuck, and yet we maintained the illusion that we were there for a mixture of modelling and drawing.

I took a black lace corset that Richard and I had chosen in an expensive Bond Street lingerie shop and slipped it around me, pulling it tight behind be and then reaching behind and slowly clipping each of the eyelets in place, feeling how it pulled my stomach flat, the cups gripping my small breasts.

The corset had suspenders attached to the bottom and I took a pair of new black lace top stockings and slowly pulled each of them up my legs, securing the pretty black stockings at the top of my honey-coloured thighs.

I turned and looked at Jon, smiling, running my hands over my body, feeling the way that the reinforcement strips sewn into it were digging into my soft skin, I could feel the way that it held me very tight.

"What do you think Jon? Do you like it?" I asked with a smile.

"Wow Becs, you look great in that, very sexy, I like the whole retro burlesque look," he replied. I watched his eyes as they scanned down over my body encased in lace, while my pussy remained uncovered, my smooth lips, already a little pinker, puffy and glistening, advertising my arousal.

"You look delicious, and what position are you going to model for me?" he took the dildo that I had also brought and played with it in his fingers, a 7'' pink shape with realistic vein contours. "I hope that I am going to be able to draw you using this as well, how very forbidden, kneeling for me perhaps, the dildo deep in you...."

I looked at him, his cock was hardening again now, a glob of precum had built up on the tip of his cock, and it slowly dripped down leaving a string of clear goo as it dripped down onto the floor.

I took the dildo and looked him in the eye, walking over to the sofa and looked back at him.

"How do you want me to model?" I asked him with a smile. As I waited for his response, I licked over the tip of the dildo, feeling the warm soft silicone on my soft pink tongue.

"I think you should kneel for me on the sofa, I want to see the dildo as it enters you, I want to see the moment when you press it hard and deep into you," he responded with a more serious tone.

I was prepared to do this, I felt curious to see how I felt, how I would look in the resulting drawing. I moved to the sofa and knelt on it, I lowered my body down until my back was straight, kneeling on the sofa, knowing that from behind he would see my pussy, my opening, the pink glistening to him, almost inviting him.

"Becs, I want you to lower your face to the sofa, I want your back to be angling down, I want you to be completely presented to me, and then to reach underneath, between your legs and press the dildo into you," he suggested, firmly.

I would never have done this for my husband, or a previous partner, but at this moment I wanted it and I did. I lowered my face until my cheek touched the soft warm leather of the sofa, opening my legs a little more and then knelt there for him, presenting the lips of my pussy to him in the most explicit way.

"That's good Becs, we can start there, hold that pose for five minutes and I will draw you like that," he instructed me.

I knelt there, in the most suggestive, even submissive position I could imagine, my pussy presented to him. I could feel my arousal; I slipped a finger to my clit and started to play with it gently.

"Yes, that's even better Becs, touch yourself, show me that you are aroused to be like this, to kneel for me, to show me your lips and your opening as if I was about to take you," he said.

I heard the scratch of the pencil on paper, knowing he was capturing this moment of sexual compliance in detail. I fingered my clit, at first ringing it, then pressing over it, feeling it warming and perhaps a little firmer. I could feel the effect it was happening in my pussy, the warmth on my lips, the dampness between them.

After a few minutes he stopped, then added a few final details. I heard the way his pencil moved on the page slowing, smaller strokes.

"Good, now Becs, take the dildo and hold it at your opening, I want to see it stretch your opening but not quite inside you," he said.

I obeyed without question, I felt the warm silicone tip as it played over my lips, I felt it as I moved it more, pressed it to my, felt my body ready to accept it. I held it at my opening, the head just stretching my body a little. My whole being was buzzing with excitement now, in my mind I was thrilled to be showing him this.

I glanced back over my shoulder, and he stood naked to one side of the easel, pencil in one hand, his cock hard and pulsing, it was pointing up at an angle, he wasn't even touching and yet he was so aroused by looking at me.

I gloried in the moment, looking at this young and fit guy, his skin darker than mine, knowing that he was so hard because he was looking at me, knowing that my body was desirable, that he wanted to see me, probably wanted to fuck me. I imagined his hard dark cock entering me, I imagined how it would feel, how it would stretch me, push deep into me, how I would feel the cock head pressing deep and hard into my cervix.

I could feel the head of the dildo pressing to my opening, I could feel it wet now as my juices were leaking from me, could feel it slipping on my opening, how warm and slick my lips were.

"Good Becs, now the final part, fuck yourself with the dildo as I draw you," he instructed.

I did not need to be told twice, the dildo slipped into me easily, I screamed out as I felt is slip into me, my silky inner walls taking it willingly. My other hand playing over my clit, also between my legs, my bum sticking up in the air as he drew me from behind and the side.

My first orgasm took just a couple of minutes, my finger on my clit, the dildo pressing deep into me, in and out, my body almost devouring it. I felt the wall of pleasure as it grew from nothing to envelop my whole body. I felt my muscles gripping the dildo all thorough it, my legs shuddering and back wanting to arch.

"Oh yes, Becs, you are so willing, I love that about your modelling, I don't even have ask, you just cum for me here like this," he commented as I could hear his pencil scribbling feverishly on the page, capturing every aspect of the dildo embedded deep in me, my fingers playing quickly over my clit.

I slowed the dildo, still letting it slip in and out, but gently and slowly. I could feel it wet with my creamy juices as they slipped down the shaft and onto my fingers. I toyed with the head of it on my opening, up and down over my clit as it recovered from the orgasm.

"Good, perfect," I heard Jon as he took another piece of paper.

"Now turn around and lick it clean for me," he instructed.

I turned around, still kneeling and pressed the wet creamy head into my mouth. I savoured the flavour of my juices on the soft silicone shaft, tasting the familiar tangy flavour from deep within me. I pressed it a little deeper, into my cheeks, feeling them bulge out. I was imagining his cock in my mouth, looking at it as I pressed the dildo deeper, felt my body react as I pressed it to the back of my mouth.

"Mm, how lovely, I wonder if you do that for your husband, or only for me," he asked with a wolflike grin.

I grinned back at him, and then pressed it deeper, felt it as it pushed past the back of my mouth into my throat, held it there for a few seconds and then gasped as I pulled it free. A cascade of drool dripped down my chin onto my chest.

"Mm Becs, you know I can imagine a whole new set of pictures here, but for now, I think that is enough, I am sure your husband will be thrilled with the results," he said.

I walked over to him, looked at the sketches. Each of them had only been for five or ten minutes, and I had been moving for some of them. However. he had perfectly captured the moment, the dildo, my pussy, my legs. The way I had held it and pressed it into me. I loved the way that the corset and stockings added a feeling of the burlesque.

I looked at each of them in turn, they were outrageous really. I could feel my body react as I looked at them, re-playing the force of the toy inside my pussy.

There was a moment, it would have been so easy for me to take his cock, to hold it, to suck it, to fuck him. We both knew the possibility was there, but somehow, we managed to control our lust and separate.

Walked to the shower in the bathroom and took a quick shower, dried quickly and then walked back into the room. He watched me as I dressed before him, the intimacy almost like a couple, and yet unfulfilled in so many ways.

"Well thanks again Jon, it was... amazing, I mean, I never imagined a relationship with a model like this, or indeed with an artist. I am not sure where we go from here... but I am looking forward to it anyway," I said.

I collected my things, looking at him still standing naked looking at his pictures, and then walked out into the cool evening air.