Model Life Ch. 3

Model Life, Chapter 10 - Olivia Gets a Surprise

I had taken Chris' challenge sight unseen, and I was now fully committed not only to modeling nude but to modeling nude in front of people that I had known for years as fellow artists. This was embarrassing, thrilling and worrisome. I certainly didn't want news of this nude sidelight getting back to people at work. But, I had gotten myself into this predicament, and Chris seemed to be enjoying it.

**

Chris had threatened to hang a drawing of my cock from my first modeling assignment on the wall in our bedroom. True to her word, she did just that, putting the detailed sketch in a nice gold and black frame. "I hope you like it," she said. "Having you up there on the wall turns me on."

"You remember the deal" I said. "You can hang that, but I have a right to hang the nude that Mark did of you."

"That's fine," she said. "If that turns you on, then we both benefit."

What had happened to my shy wife? I know that not many people came into our bedroom, but what if a friend needed to use the master bath when the hall bathroom was occupied? Still, that was fine with me. In fact, that was more than fine with me. I would get to hang a nude of Chris on the wall, admire her as I lay in bed, and fantasize about others admiring her as well.

**

As I had promised Stephanie, I headed down to the Art Institute on Tuesday night to model for her drawing class. I wore a vintage Hawaiian shirt, mostly olive green, but with a subtle palm pattern that might be interesting to draw. I was looking forward to racking up modeling days without having to pose nude. It occurred to me that I was going to model more than the total number of days that Chris had already posed nude, and I would have the power to make her start accepting modeling work again. I doubted I would do that, since that would mean that I would have to continue modeling too, but I liked having that option. I let my mind wander, thinking about her standing nude in front of a classroom full of artists.

When I got to the Art Institute, Stephanie wasn't there, and the studio wasn't open, so I sat down in the lounge area. It wasn't long before the students for Stephanie's class began to filter in. Olivia from work came in and headed towards me. I had completely forgotten that she was in Stephanie's class, and I was relieved that I was posing clothed. I had really dodged a bullet, because Olivia was a direct pipeline to other people at work.

"Hi Jay," she said. (I'd finally convinced Olivia to call me Jay since it just didn't seem right to be formal like we were at work.) "I thought your sculpture class had wrapped up. What are you doing here tonight?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, I'm going to be the model for your portrait class tonight."

"Really?" she said with amazement. "I didn't know you did that sort of thing. Not that there's anything wrong with it," she added hastily.

"I don't usually," I said stretching the truth, "but Stephanie asked, and I said yes."

"Well, that'll be fun, but it's going to be a little bit strange drawing someone that I know. I'll try to do you justice."

"I'm looking forward to seeing your drawing," I said, as Stephanie arrived and opened the door for the class.

After Stephanie introduced me to the class, I took a seat on a chair on the model stand. For the next hour-and-a-half, punctuated by occasional breaks, I looked off into the distance as Stephanie circulated among the students, coaching each of them on their drawings. This was as cushy a modeling assignment as it gets.

On the long break, I came out into the lounge area and found Olivia standing with Diane. "Hi Jay, I just dropped in to check on your modeling, and to sign up for the next session of sculpture. I just met your friend Olivia who was showing me her progress of the drawing of you. Olivia tells me that the two of you work together," Diane added with a mischievous look on her face.

Glancing down at the half-finished portrait on the table, Diane complemented Olivia. "You're really talented. Maybe you should try your hand at sculpture."

Olivia agreed that she'd like to try sculpture sometime, maybe after she had perfected her drawing skills.

"Why wait?" Diane asked. "No reason you can't work on more than one skill at a time," she said with a glint in her eye as she glanced in my direction.

"Well, I don't know, I haven't worked with a nude model before, but it would probably be less intimidating if there were other people in the class that I knew."

"Absolutely!" said Diane. "I'd be glad to help you, and I'm sure Jay would too."

Thankfully, at that point Stephanie called everyone back into the class. Over the next hour-and-a-half, I just hoped that Diane's encouragement would lead to nothing.

Before long, class was done. "Thanks everyone," Stephanie said as the class began to pack up to leave. Jay will be with us again next week. Remember, bring your gray paper and charcoal pencils, and make sure you have a white pencil as well for highlights. Jay's going to pose for the last two sessions, so you'll have a total of 6 hours for your final project. You're all doing well, and I'm really looking forward to seeing what you can do."

"Jay, see you again next week," Stephanie called to me. Please get here a little bit early so we can discuss how we're going to pose you for the final project."

I agreed to be there by 6:00 PM on Thursday, and I headed home.

**

On my way home, I picked up the drawing of Chris that I had dropped off at our local framing shop. "Nice drawing," said Aanan, the owner of the shop as he handed me the framed picture wrapped in brown paper. "The model looks a lot like your wife," he remarked with a knowing look as he rang up the sale. I confessed that Chris was the model, and Aanan stated, quite honestly, that I was a lucky man.

When I got home, Chris was still at the gym. I unwrapped the nude drawing of her and hung it on the wall next to the drawing of my cock that she had hung there. When Chris got home, she remarked on it immediately. "That's really nice," she said. "The framing job is amazing, it looks professional."

"It is."

"You didn't have it done at Art and Framing, did you?"

I admitted that I did.

"You know I go there to get things framed. What if Aanan recognized me?"

"Well," I confessed "he did." Chris looked at me exasperatedly. "He said that it was a beautiful drawing, and that you were gorgeous," I added. "You said that I could frame it and hang it on the wall."

"Sure, but you could have gone somewhere else. Now, every time I go in there, he's going to be looking me up and down knowing what I look like without my clothes."

"I guess that's the cross you have to bear for being so beautiful."

"You better be careful buddy," she replied. "What goes around comes around." With that, she stripped off her sweaty gym clothes and headed for the shower. "And don't even think you're getting anything tonight."

**

On Thursday, I showed up at the art institute at 6:00 PM as promised. Stephanie wasn't there. I was beginning to see that she kept her own schedule, which only had a loose relationship to the actual time. As I waited, I sat with Olivia, sipping on a cup of coffee and chatting about art classes and projects. She confided that Maria had been encouraging her to try modeling, and she had thought about sitting for a portrait, but was still uncomfortable with the focus of all those eyes on her. I added my two cents, that she would be a great portrait model, and should give it a try. We chatted some more, and I looked at my watch. Finally, Stephanie came rushing in at 6:45.

"I'm sorry everyone," she said as the students began to unpack their things. I got involved talking with a gallery owner, and just couldn't get out of there. I'm glad to go over 15 minutes or so tonight so you're not cheated out of any time." As the students began to unpack their materials, Stephanie continued. "As I said in the last class, we're going to do one long pose for the next two sessions. This gives you a chance to practice all the skills that we've been working on. All of you have been doing really well. In fact, this is the most talented group that I've had in this class for a long time. So, I'm going to throw you in at the deep end here and give you something I would typically do for an advanced class. I haven't had a chance to talk about this with Jay yet, but I'm sure he won't have any problem since he's an experienced model."

When Stephanie said this, Olivia looked at me quizzically. I had told her that I had done no modeling.

Stephanie continued. "So, instead of doing a portrait, we are going to do a full figure drawing of Jay. That way you can start to understand how everything connects, you can work on muscles, bone structure and see the foundation for all figurative art."

"By full figure, do you mean without clothes?" one student asked.

"Yes, nude." Stephanie continued. "That's the only way for you to see what's underneath the clothes and understand the structure on which you will be hanging the clothes. I assume that's OK, Jay?"

I nodded in agreement, what else could I do. There was no way I could say no. Looking over at Olivia, however, I'm not sure she felt the same. Her mouth had dropped open, she glanced over in my direction, but then averted her eyes. Seeing and drawing her coworker nude was probably the last thing she had in mind for the evening. Given her role as the executive assistant for the manager of another department at work, this was not my first choice either.

"OK Jay, you know the drill, let's get started."

Not knowing Stephanie's plan for the evening, I had not brought a bathrobe or anything else to wear between sets. I stood up, trying to contain a nascent erection at the thought of stripping in front of Olivia, my very attractive co-worker. I walked to the model stand at the front of the class, slid off my shoes, pulled off my shirt over my head and dropped my shorts. I then stood there facing the class, in all my glory. As I looked out over the class, I saw some students looking me over with interest. Others were organizing their supplies, waiting for their first glance. Olivia sat there open-mouthed as she stared at me in amazement, her face beet red.

Stephanie posed me in a semi reclining position on a loveseat, resting my right arm on the arm of the loveseat, with my left leg, knee bent, along the length of the seat. My right foot rested on the ground. "Perfect!" Stephanie exclaimed. Yep. She was right. Perfect. Everything was perfectly displayed. This was diving into the deep end!

I watched, as Stephanie talked and the class began to work on establishing the points in space where the couch began and ended, where my head should be placed, where my arm should be placed, and probably how big my dick should be. Some of the women seemed a bit embarrassed, not making eye contact when I glanced their way. Others studied me carefully and smiled back when I looked their way. Olivia could barely raise her gaze from her paper.

As the students drew, Stephanie gave suggestions and encouragement. "Olivia," Stephanie called out, "I want you to spend twice as much time looking at the model as you spend looking at your paper. The only way you're going to capture him on your paper is to study the figure closely." Olivia raised her eyes and briefly met mine. She did not lower her eyes, but she concentrated on another area of my figure, it looked like it was probably my feet.

On our first break, Olivia quickly left the room. She didn't come back until the next session had started. Clearly, she didn't want to talk. I, on the other hand, wanted to talk to her, and make sure that all of this stayed between us and didn't get around at work.

As the session continued and fell into an easy rhythm, most of the students already appeared to be oblivious to the fact that there was a completely naked man sitting in front of them. Olivia was an exception. Toward the end of the session, Stephanie walked up behind Olivia. "Olivia, why is the crotch area completely blank?"

"I've never drawn someone's ... stuff... before," she replied with a blush.

"Come on girl," Stephanie said. "It's not like you haven't seen a penis before, at least I hope you have. Pretend you're just sketching a bowl of fruit. First, you have a cylinder," she said taking the charcoal pencil from Olivia's hand. "Think of it as a banana or a zucchini with a bend to it. Then you have a couple of apricots. The cylinder is draped over the apricots. That will give you the basic shapes. Here, come with me and let me walk you through it." With that, she took Olivia by the hand, and they both walked towards the model stand. Come on, all of you, come up here because I can see that you're all having the same problem. We are all adults here, don't be shy."

With that, the members of the class walked up to the model stand as Stephanie got down on one knee and reached her hand forward, within a foot of my crotch. "Here, you see the cylinder," she said, holding her index finger within inches of my cock. "Don't worry about the details yet, just get the shape. The cylinder is curved kind of like a banana. At the tip, draw a triangle a bit wider than the cylinder, and then cut off the tip so it's blunt on the end, add a curved ridge where the triangle meets the cylinder and then add shading for shape. The penis doesn't lie completely flat against the gonads; it has some rigidity to it." Stephanie paused. "In fact, during our discussion here, I can see a little more rigidity than it had before," Stephanie quipped, raising an eyebrow at me.

I had been looking at Olivia, who was staring intently at my cock as Stephanie spoke. I closed my eyes for a second and tried to think of baseball. Anything that would keep me from getting aroused.

"In any case, Stephanie continued, you have to capture the shapes of the gonads and then link them together, as if they were in a bag. Don't think of this as Jay's private parts, think of it as a fruit bowl. Jay is a professional. He's used to having people look at his private parts. Anytime you need to come up for a closer look, just do that. But no touching. Now back to work. I want to see some genitals roughed in here by the end of the session. By next time, I want them to look real."

A couple of students stayed to take a closer look at my crotch, then went back to their seats and began to sketch again. Over the next 30 minutes, occasionally, someone would wander up to take a closer look at some part of my body. Toward the end of the class, Stephanie again stopped behind Olivia. "That's much better Olivia!"

As class ended, I hoped to catch Olivia to talk with her, but she was nowhere to be found.

When I got home, Chris was delighted. She found it so entertaining that Olivia, who I see on a daily basis at work, was drawing every inch of me and studying my cock. "I really want to see those drawings," she said.

That statement led me to another slightly panicked thought. The drawing class routinely would tack up some of the better drawings in the lounge area of the art institute for people to admire. I had seen drawings of Chris's naked torso there without knowing it was her before she modeled for my sculpture class. (See Shy Wife Ch. 2.) Without a doubt, nude pictures of me would be posted there as well. I only hoped that they would not be so recognizable that still more people would know it was me, but it was hard to see how my not so private secret about my modeling sideline would last for long.

On the next Tuesday, I got to the art institute early, hoping to catch Olivia before class began, but she didn't arrive until a couple minutes after I had started posing. The class was falling into a rhythm, and all I heard was quiet scratches of pencils on paper. As I scanned the room, I saw all of the students concentrating on my figure. I could not tell what they were drawing, except if they were drawing my face. Then, they would be looking directly at me. I glanced over at Olivia. She was staring directly at my face. As I met her gaze, she did not look down. She just gave me a slight smile. Then, glancing down at her paper she continued to work.

"Remember class," if you need to see a detail, get up from your work and walk up to the model. Then, sit back down, and see how that detail looks from your perspective. This can really help you with musculature and the details of the figure."

Lauren tapped Olivia on the shoulder, pointed at her drawing then gestured toward me. Olivia got up from her seat and came forward, briefly making eye contact with me. Then she crouched down in front of my crotch studying it in detail. She gave me a slight smile that only the two of us could see and walked back to her drawing.

As the class was nearing its end, on the final break, I pulled on my shorts, leaving my shirt on the model stand, and walked around the class to see how things were going. Some of the work was heartfelt but amateur. Others we're passable. Olivia's was one of the best. Olivia had been avoiding me at work, and we had not had a chance to speak. As I stood beside her looking at her work over her shoulder, she looked up at me and spoke to me for the first time since I had started modeling nude for the class.

"Do you like it?" she asked leaning back so I could see the entire drawing.

"It's really good," I had to admit.

"I think I really captured the expression on your face," she said with a smile. She was right, and there was no mistaking that it was me. "I'm not sure about the genitals though," she said with a blush. "I was really uncomfortable at first, since I didn't know that you'd be modeling nude, but after Stephanie helped me think of them as a fruit bowl, I think they came out OK."

I assured Olivia that her very detailed sketch of my cock showed a great deal of talent. "By the way, I would appreciate it if you don't show this to anyone at work. I don't want a lot of people to know about this little sideline."

"Of course," she assured me. "That goes without saying."

"Do you mind if I take a picture of your drawing?" I asked.

"No, of course not, I'm flattered."

I took a photo of Olivia's drawing, and photos of the other students' drawings as well just to show that I wasn't playing favorites. Many of them thanked me for posing, and one or two of the women complemented me on what good shape I was in.

As class was wrapping up, Stephanie got everyone's attention and introduced Lauren, my sculpture teacher. "Everyone, this is Lauren, who teaches a sculpture class here at the art institute. Her next session is starting in about two weeks. The class is for all levels, even those who've never touched clay before. If you're interested, please talk to her.

"Thanks Stephanie, Lauren said, "I've been wandering around looking at your drawings. I see some real talent here. If you want to expand your horizons, I'd love to have you in my sculpture class. Just shoot me an e-mail at the address on the art institute website, and I'll fill you in on the details. As an added bonus, you'll get a chance to work with Jay again. He usually sculpts with us, but he is taking a break to be our model for this next session. So, if you want to see more of Jay, and learn the basics of sculpture, I hope you'll join our class."

I glanced over at Olivia, who again was looking at me with her mouth open. I think I completely overturned her view of me from work.

**

When I got home that evening, I filled Chris in on the details of the session and showed her the photos of the drawings I had taken. "Wow, she said with a smile, "some of them really captured your likeness, both the face and the cock. I hope some of those go on display at the art institute. I could get used to this, my naked husband whose cock is the object of attention for all these art students.... Here, give me your phone."

I complied, and with a few strokes, Chris turned on screen mirroring, selected the photo of Olivia's drawing and projected it on our 85-inch flat screen mounted on the wall. Then, she zoomed in on my cock.

"That's better," she said. "Now strip down and assume that pose on our love seat." I complied, and she looked back and forth between me and the TV screen. "Now let me see if I can rearrange your fruit bowl," she said, opening her blouse, unsnapping her bra and letting her skirt fall to the floor. The banana in my fruit bowl began to rise, becoming a zucchini, and working its way towards eggplant. Chris mounted me and began to ride me, her perfect boobs swaying above me. As she did this, she looked over at the TV screen. She gyrated her hips, began bouncing up and down and soon she came with a moan, but she did not want to stop. I managed to hold out as she fucked me again and we both came at the same time.

Chris slid off of me and picked up my phone. "I think I'm going to use that one is the screen saver on my computer," she said as she tapped my phone to send the photo of Olivia's drawing to herself. With that, she padded out of the room with a self-satisfied look.