Model Life Ch. 4

Model Life, Chapter 4 - My Sculpture Modeling Debut and My Secret Revealed.

Since my agreement to give Chris "whatever she wanted" in return for her posting a nude photo of herself online, the tables have been turned. I have complied with her challenge to accept nude modeling assignments for two months. I have modeled at four drawing classes, three of them in the nude. I have been drawn by Olivia, my twenty-something co-worker, and I have stripped for Diane, a friend I have sculpted with for years. Now, I was preparing to start six weeks of nude modeling with people who knew me as a fellow sculptor, not as a nude model.

**

I showed up half an hour before the start of the sculpture class and wandered around, looking at the student paintings and drawings posted on the walls of the large central lounge. There were still lifes and portraits, a couple of which were of me. There were also figure drawings, including several final project drawings from Stephanie's class showing me posed nude on a love seat.

As I stood in front of Olivia's drawing of me, I heard a voice from behind me. It was Diane. "Looking good!" she said with a smile. "It's nice to see you on display." I shook my head. "Hey, don't give me that. You're the one that said yes," she responded. "Now let's get to class so you can show your stuff. The girls are jealous that I got a preview." With that, we headed into the studio where, instead of setting up to sculpt, I would be stripping down to model.

In class were the usual suspects, including the three conspirators who set me up for modeling. There were also a couple people who had been in the drawing class with Stephanie. It looked like Lauren's pitch for her sculpture class had worked. As I stood there, girding myself for a whole new round of exposure, two more people walked into the classroom. One of them was Olivia.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, but the answer was obvious from the bag of newly purchased sculpture tools in her left hand.

"Well, I'm not a virgin at working with nude models anymore. That's your fault," she said with false bravado, belied by a blush. "I'd been wanting to take sculpture for a while and figured I might as well do it with a model I know."

Marcia interjected: "I've just been wanting to see what his buns look like outside his jeans."

"It wasn't his buns you were talking about the other day," Diane replied with a smirk. What do you think, Olivia?"

"I can't think of anyone I'd rather sculpt," Olivia replied, her blush deepening. The others raised their eyebrows at this obvious confession, but Olivia recovered: "After all, I worked a long time perfecting my drawing of his cock, I didn't want to spend time getting to know a new model's genitals." she added. Diane nearly choaked on her sip of coffee. I just looked back in amazement. Olivia had come a long way since the first drawing class, in which she did not even want to look at my naked body. Now she was making jokes about my cock.

"I'm going to like this girl!" Diane said.

Thankfully, we were interrupted by Lauren. "Let's get going. Jay, take your clothes off and hop up on that stand so we can work on this pose."

As I pulled off my shirt, most people were getting their tools ready, but Diane, Marcia and Beth we're watching my striptease with amusement. Olivia, surprisingly, was also paying attention. I dropped my shorts and concentrated on keeping my excitement in check as Lauren approached and helped me work into a pose. The students crowded around, commenting on what they liked and did not like about the pose. Eventually, everyone agreed on a standing pose, and the evening of sculpture began.

The students had a sheet of my basic measurements, taken by Lauren when I posed nude for her and Diane, but they were allowed to come up to me with calipers to measure parts of my body which they then translated into the scale of their sculpture to make sure that everything was in the right place. They were told to always ask permission first, and never to touch my body with the calipers, but they often did so by "accident."

At first, much of the group was shy to approach me, but not the three conspirators. They approached for a closer look, often at my crotch or my butt, or to look at the contours of my face and give me a wink. Clearly, they were having a good time. Soon, Olivia joined in with them. She was no longer shy about doing art with a nude model, and the other three were encouraging her to participate in their little game. As she came forward to get a close look at my cock, I looked down and she gave me a little wink. I could see down the front of her blouse and caught myself admiring her cleavage, until my member started to rise and I had to look away. Olivia walked back to her sculpture, made eye contact and held my gaze as she worked on her sculpture. Clearly, she had seen the change in my cock and knew why it had occurred. Before long, the first class was over.

At home, Chris was thrilled by my story. She made me reenact the pose, before she stripped down and worked on my erection, first with her hand and then with her tongue. I have to admit though, as Chris fondled and licked my cock, I was thinking of Olivia, looking back at me as she touched her wet sculpture.

**

The next three weeks of sculpture were the same. I stripped, and Olivia and the three conspirators became increasingly frequent in their measurements of my body, sometimes drawing a rebuke from Lauren. The class became relaxed with my nudity, and we talked and joked as they sculpted. Between modeling sets, I would walk around class in my shorts and t-shirt, looking over the sculptures and talking with the students. After getting over the possible consequences of modeling nude in front of someone I worked with, I had become more comfortable, often enjoying the exposure and the attention from Olivia, the conspirators and several of the older women in the class who had gotten less shy about measurements.

Diane, Olivia and Marcia stood side by side on one of these walks around the studio. "Jay," Diane said. "Perhaps you can settle this. Which one of us got the cock right?"

Diane loved trying to shock me. "Well," I said, "we appear to have a Goldilocks problem here. This one is too big, this one is too small, but this one (pointing to Olivia's sculpture) looks just right."

Diane frowned. "Is there such a thing as a cock that's too big? And I think in Goldilocks it was too soft, too hard and just right. A cock surely can be too soft, but not too hard. Maybe, you could pull down your shorts and let us take a closer look."

Thankfully, Lauren called that it was time to start.

"Glad to," I responded to Diane. Just let me step onto the model stand and you three can take a closer look." With that, I stepped onto the stand and dropped my shorts. My cock now was closer to the size depicted on Diane's sculpture. "I think that I win," she said.

"Nothing that a little more clay can't fix," Olivia said, as she went to work on the cock on her sculpture. I had to concentrate hard to keep her from needing still more clay, and wet clay at that.

**

Each week after class, I would strip for Chris and receive my reward. She loved the exchange about my cock, and she worked it from too soft to hard as a post. She licked, sucked and fondled until I came all over her tits. Then rubbing my deflated cock between her cum-covered breasts, she nursed it back to health for another round.

**

When I showed up for the next to last sculpture class, I wandered into the lounge area to see Olivia standing in front of the nude drawing she had done of me. Next to her, stood a woman dressed in business attire, with high heels and lots of gold bangles. When she turned, my heart sank. It was Maria, Olivia's boss, who was the manager of another department at my company. Maria sat on the board of the Art Institute. This is what I had feared would happen.

Seeing me, Maria waved me over with a smile. "Hi Jay," she said with mischief in her eyes. I just came in for a board meeting tonight and was admiring the work on the wall. I think Olivia's is quite good, don't you?"

Maybe she didn't recognize that it was me, I thought.

"I just can't decide which I like better, her portrait of you or the nude." (So much for the hope of anonymity. Olivia's work was just too good.) "I guess it has to be the nude. There's so much more to look at," she added with a smile.

"You know, I'm the one that encouraged Olivia to start taking art classes here," she continued, looking over at Olivia. I always encourage her to show me her work. But she never brought these drawings in for me to see. Imagine my surprise when I came down for a board meeting and found them on the wall. I'm impressed, and a bit surprised."

"Yea, but I'm not sure how people will feel about it at work. I don't suppose we can keep this between the three of us, at least as to the people at the office," I responded.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about that," Maria said. (This was definitely a non-answer.) "I hope you keep modeling, in fact, I wouldn't mind drawing you myself sometime." With that, Maria left for her board meeting, leaving me and Olivia standing in front of the nude drawing of me on the wall.

"I'm sorry," Olivia said.

"You don't have anything to be sorry about. Your drawings are great, and Maria was bound to walk through here sooner or later. I just want to know how she's going to use this information."

Olivia looked at me with a frown, "Oh, I don't think she'd do anything, she's a great boss and kind of a mentor to me. She's always so encouraging about my art. Give her a chance."

I thought this a bit naive. Maria was a person who smiled to your face, but she knew how to get her way in the corporate world. I just had to hope that Olivia was right.

"There's one thing I have to ask though," Olivia said with an earnest look. I have a chance to sell this piece, but I wanted to ask you first, since it's a picture of you nude. I smiled.

She was kind to ask my permission, but she didn't need to. "It's fine with me," I said. "It's your piece of art. It's beautiful. Who's the buyer?"

"Maria," she replied.

Lauren called, and we wandered to class. I wondered what Maria would do with the nude of me. Would she hang it in her home, in a bathroom, or possibly in her bedroom? Who would see it? I would just have to live with whatever happened.

After a particularly amazing night of post-sculpture sex, Chris rolled off of me. "Maybe Maria will hang the nude of you in her office," she said with a smile.

I was not worried about that, HR would never allow it, but I was not unconcerned that Maria now owned a very recognizable nude of me.

After her post-sex shower, Chris walked out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her hair. "I want to see those nude pictures of you hanging on the wall in the art institute, and I want to see those women in your class lusting after you as they work hard to sculpt that perfect butt of yours." She was standing naked in front of me as she said this, with her perfect body glistening from the shower. "Just think of me like this when I come into the studio and you're on the sculpture stand. Then, try to keep your member from coming to attention."

She struck a pose, fondled her nipples, dropped one hand to her pussy as she rubbed, showing pleasure on her face. Then, she smiled, turned and headed back into the bathroom. Chris was right, I would have a hard time containing my excitement if I thought of her like that as I stood on the model stand.

**

The next week, when I arrived at the art institute, I saw Chris standing in front of Olivia's drawing of me, so I walked up to join her. Just then, Joyce, the administrator and modeling coordinator for the institute walked up. She glanced at the two of us. "Crystal, it's been a long time." (Chris went by the name Crystal the few times she had modeled.)

"Oh, hi Joyce," she responded. "Good to see you. Yes, it has been a long time. I've been really busy."

"That's what I hear from Mark, Joyce responded. "He said he's called you two or three times to model but you've always had something else going. I hope we see you again soon." Chris just smiled as Joyce continued. "Anyway, thanks so much for your reference for Jay. After we heard from Sophia what a good model he was, we had no problems slotting him in."

Lauren walked into the room and came over to the three of us on her way to the studio. "Crystal, so good to see you. I haven't seen you since you modeled for our sculpture class last year. I guess you know that Jay is now doing some modeling for the class."

"Yes, he told me. I was hoping to drop in and observe a little bit of the class."

"Well, you know we don't usually allow visitors, but I suppose we could make an exception for you, as long as it's fine with Jay."

"Oh, these two are good friends," Joyce interjected. "Crystal is the one who vouched for Jay when he was trying to get his first modeling assignment."

Lauren looked between us with a slightly confused look. "Really? When Crystal was modeling for our class, it didn't seem like the two of you knew each other."

"I know," Crystal replied. "We didn't want to make a thing of it. We thought it might make the other students uncomfortable."

"OK then, come on in Crystal. You may recognize some of the students from before."

The class was already inside, and the conspiratorial three, now four, were gathered together talking. Olivia gave a quizzical look in our direction but then Lauren announced to the class that we would have a visitor, Crystal, who modeled for a prior class and was a friend of Jay's, so she was making an exception to the usual no visitors policy. With that, Lauren said: "Let's get started."

I could already feel my excitement growing at having Chris watch me as I stripped for the class. I concentrated hard to keep from getting an erection as I stepped onto the model stand pulled off my t-shirt and shorts. There was a sly smile on Chris' face as she looked back at me. As I settled into the pose and the students got busy, Lauren stood beside Chris, and they talked together, obviously discussing the merits of my body and my pose.

Within a couple of minutes, Diane came up for one of her frequent measurements.

"Diane," Lauren said. "I think you've probably measured enough by now. Try to use your eye for a while." Lauren then leaned over and said something in a low voice to Chris as she gestured over toward the conspiratorial four. I had to believe it was something about the frequency of their visits to make measurements, particularly those around my butt and cock. Chris laughed.

I concentrated on keeping my member from rising. During the class, Chris took the opportunity to look at me from every angle. She stopped by each of the students' sculptures, commenting on the work and on the body parts that she found had been done particularly well. She spent a good deal of time with the four conspirators, and they laughed and talked, as they looked back and forth between their sculptures and me.

At the start of the first break, Olivia, who had been quietly working on her sculpture, came over to me. In a whisper she, said, with a furtive glance over at Chris, "Your friend Crystal looks really familiar. In fact, she looks just like the portrait of your wife that you have on your desk."

I just looked back at her, not knowing what to say.

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. I always thought you were so buttoned down and corporate. I was shocked to find out that you were modeling nude, now I find out that your wife models nude too. You're just full of surprises. Don't get me wrong, I don't think there's anything wrong with modeling nude, in fact it must be kind of freeing. You're just not the type that I typically would pick to be a model."

"I don't know that there is a type," I replied. "I think if you're around art a lot, it opens you up to doing things like this. At least it gets your mind wondering what it would be like. You should try it."

"Oh no, not me. There is no way that I'd take my clothes off in front of a group of people. No offense. It was hard enough when I had to draw you nude for the first time."

"Well, you seem to have gotten over that."

Olivia nodded in agreement. "Yea, but to do it myself, I'd die of embarrassment."

Lauren called to us, and I got back on the model stand. As I stood in the buff on the model stand, I watched Olivia as she sculpted my body. I thought about what Olivia would look like in the nude, and I longed to sculpt her. As she touched her sculpture, I imagined her touching me, and my member began to rise. Chris noticed and looked back and forth between me and Olivia. Quickly, I thought of the most boring thing I could in order to control my nascent erection.

Chris made herself comfortable on a couch at the side of the classroom and chatted with Lauren and a couple of the other students who had sculpted her when she modeled. She was chatting with Dave, an admirer from the class where she modeled, when Lauren called for a long break and called everyone over to where she was standing.

"Well, it's that time again. I think all of you have made great progress. You have an hour-and-a-half to make your final adjustments on your sculptures. I'll be coming around with final critiques. I think we all should take a minute to thank Jay for being a great model." With that, everyone clapped. Chris clapped, smiled and winked at me. "Now, we have a month-long break and then another class will start. So, I want to get a headcount of who will be returning."

"Will Jay be modeling again?" Diane called out.

"Diane," Lauren responded, "with the number of measurements you have taken, you should be able to do a sculpture of Jay without him standing in front of you." This subtle rebuke drew a chuckle from several other students. "So, no. Let's give Jay a break and let him get back to sculpting."

"So, how many do we have?" A number, me included, held up our hands. We agreed on a female model and Lauren said she would line someone up.

"How about Crystal?" Dave suggested, obviously catching her by surprise.

"Well, that would be wonderful, but I don't know if she is available," Lauren said looking over at her.

I was sitting on the arm of the couch next to Chris. I had now modeled as many times as Chris, and we had a deal. All I had to do was lean over and say the word, and Chris had to accept the modeling assignment. The only hitch was that I would have to continue modeling too, that is if anyone asked me. (See Chapter 8.) But the thought of watching my wife strip and model for class was something I could not resist. I leaned over and whispered in Chris' ear. She looked up at me, a little surprised. Then she turned to Lauren.

"I'd be glad to model for the class."

The students clapped. It was settled. Our next model would be Crystal.

We both arrived home at the same time and were already stripping off each other's clothes as we fumbled with the keys to open the front door. Lifting Chris onto the island in the kitchen as she wrapped her legs around me, I thrust my throbbing cock into her cunt, again and again, she let out moans of pleasure, and I came long and hard, but I didn't stop. I kept moving until she climaxed.

Pausing for a breath, she reached for the bottle of olive oil on the counter and poured a good amount on her heaving breasts. "Now, show me how you are going to sculpt me," she begged. I took hold of her breasts, rubbing the oil onto her body like wet clay, feeling her curves, fondling her nipples and working her body like a sculpture. Within moments, we were fucking again, this time sliding off onto the kitchen floor, our oiled bodies sliding back and forth together in primal extasy.