Model Life Ch. 5

Model Life, Chapter 5 - Chris Models Nude Again and Olivia Surprises Everyone

I had fulfilled my bargain, modeling more times than Chris had. When she was asked to model again for sculpture, all I had to do was give the word and she had to say "yes." I longed to see her drop her robe in front of the class, where she had ardent admirers, who I knew were anxious to spend three hours every week ogling her perfect body. The hitch? I had to continue to model as well, but thus far, no one had asked. This was a risk I was willing to take.

**

The days dragged on until the start of my next sculpture class. On Thursday evening, I arrived early for sculpture and wandered around the lounge, a cup of coffee in my hand, admiring the artwork on the walls. There were still a couple of nudes of me on the wall, but the drawings of me were gradually being replaced by newer works. I stood absentmindedly looking at a portrait of a young woman wearing a blouse with the top two buttons undone, displaying a fair amount of cleavage. As I stood there, it took a minute before I realized why I was drawn to it. It was Olivia. Her beautiful full lips, dark eyes and hair, and her ample cleavage, suggesting the full breasts beneath her top.

"Is that who I think it is?" said Beth as she approached and stood beside me. "It seems like our sculpture partner has been keeping something from us."

Soon, Chris was standing there as well. She concurred. Undeniably, that was Olivia, who had been adamant that she would not model. Sure, this was only a portrait, but the fact that she sat for a portrait was a major step for her.

"OK, let's get this over with," we heard Olivia say as she walked up from behind. "Yes. It's me. Maria has been after me to model. Apparently, I can't be a 'real' artist unless I've modeled," she said rolling her eyes. "So, here I am."

"It's beautiful," Beth said.

"It really is," I added.

"Good for you for getting over your fear," Chris chimed in.

Olivia looked back and smiled. "Thanks. I thought all of you were going to give me grief."

"Why would we?" said Chris.

"The grief is reserved for Jay," Beth chimed in.

Olivia smiled. Beth, Olivia and I left the wall of drawings and wandered into class. Chris stopped at the bathroom to change into her fraying terrycloth bathrobe that she had commented needed replacing.

I could feel my anticipation rise. As we got our sculpture materials ready, Olivia leaned over to me. "I guess I shouldn't be embarrassed by my portrait. Your wife is about to drop her robe in front of this whole class. A portrait is nothing." I agreed with her as I watched Chris enter the room, saying hello to a couple of her fans from the prior class in which she had modeled.

"I'm actually looking forward to sculpting her," Olivia added. "She has a great body. I think I'll put the sculptures of the two of you together in my living room," she added with a wink.

"Maybe I could do one of you to add to the mix," I suggested.

"Not a chance," she said firmly.

Lauren got the class organized and called out, "Let's get started." This was the moment I had been waiting for. Chris mounted the model stand in her robe. After just a second of hesitation and a deep breath, she dropped the robe off her shoulders, revealing her perfect creamy breasts and well-toned body to the room. A neatly shaved strip of pubic hair drew attention to her slit, the folds of her labia clearly visible. Members of the class took in every inch of her, and I watched as they did. My formerly shy wife was willingly displaying herself to this group of artists, and I loved it.

We gathered around the model stand as Lauren introduced "Crystal" to the new students and worked with her on her pose, as students made suggestions. The group agreed on a pose with Crystal seated on a bar stool, the toes of her right foot on the floor and her left foot on a rung of the stool.

"Maybe she could drop her left knee to the side," Dave suggested, and Crystal complied, opening her legs and making the pose much more revealing.

"If that's OK with you Crystal," Lauren added, giving Crystal an out if she didn't want to take such an open pose. Crystal replied that it was fine, which obviously pleased Dave and several of the other students. "Now a slight twist, right hand on the stool, chest out," Lauren instructed. "Perfect! That's our pose."

With that, class began, and the students started forming their armatures for their sculptures. I just stood there looking at Crystal, admiring her bravery on the open pose, exposing the folds of her labia to the class. She gave me a clandestine smile, albeit with a slight blush.

On the long break, Dave, a sculpture student in his late sixties with wavy white hair and a beard, brought Crystal a latte. Instead of changing back into her street clothes, she stayed in her bathrobe and sat on a couch in the lounge, between Dave and Paul, a tall and handsome twenty-something class member, as she sipped her coffee and talked about art and modeling. Clearly, she was enjoying the attention.

Soon though, we were back in class. Crystal set down the remainder of her latte by the stool on the sculpture stand and thanked Dave as she dropped her robe and resumed her pose. You could tell from the look on his face, that he was the one who thought he got the better part of the bargain.

The remaining hour-and-a-half passed in no time. Needless to say, when we got home, the sex was great.

**

I was enjoying Chris' exposure to her admirers in class, but I wanted more. Before the next class, I went online and found a beautiful teal satin kimono, with sleeves that came just below the elbow and a hem that ended mid-thigh, leaving plenty of leg on view. Chris loved it and took it with her to the next session.

Crystal arrived at the art institute and went to change. When she emerged in her short satin kimono, she found me, Olivia, Beth and several other students admiring the newest drawings on the wall. Near the portrait of Olivia that we had seen the prior week there were three new portraits of her, each in the same pose but done by different students. She had her hair down, with her head cocked to the side and a lock of hair falling in front of her face. She was wearing a top with spaghetti straps, with one of the straps off her shoulder and draped part way down her arm, causing the top to drop slightly on that side, revealing the top portion of her left breast. It was still just cleavage, but it was sexy. Olivia blushed as she explained that the strap just fell down and Stephany asked her to keep it that way, and even pulled it down a little more.

"You won't get any complaints from me," Dave said. "Very sexy, but not risqué," he added to try not to appear too eager to see what was underneath her top.

"I'm beginning to get a little jealous," Crystal said from behind us. I didn't know I'd have to compete for this group's attention."

We all turned toward her. She was gorgeous in her teal kimono, her erect nipples plainly noticeable under the soft fabric.

"Crystal, I didn't mean to..." Olivia started.

"I'm just giving you a hard time Olivia. You look beautiful. Maybe we can model together sometime."

I wanted to see where that suggestion would go, but, predictably, Lauren called us to class. As we walked to class, Crystal took Olivia by the arm and they chatted. Dave and I walked behind them. "Now, that's an image that I'll fantasize about," Dave whispered to me, "the two of them modeling together."

As we entered the classroom, Crystal went straight to the model stand. She stepped onto the stand, positioned the stool, and undid the sash on her kimono, letting it drop open as she made eye contact with Dave. Without losing eye contact, in a single movement, she slid the kimono off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor. Then, she took her place on the stool, adjusting her position, dropping one knee to open up her pose and expose her labia, giving a slight twist and pushing her chest forward. Dave let out an audible sigh, and I saw the corner of Crystal's mouth rise slightly. Clearly, she enjoyed the effect that she had on him.

"I can say one thing," Olivia whispered to me. "Your wife really knows how to work a room. I'm not really attracted to women, but wow!"

Soon, the class settled down and began to sculpt. Maybe because it was day two and everyone needed to get the proportions of their figures right, or maybe because they wanted to get a closer look at her tits or pussy, many of the students approached to measure Crystal. The length of her leg from her crotch to her knee, the distance from her sternal notch to her labia, the distance between her tits, the tits to the crotch, those seemed to be the most popular measurements. Dave was a frequent visitor to the model stand, as was Beth. I was starting to get the feeling that Beth was far more interested in this session with Crystal than she had been in the session when I had been the model for the class.

"Use your eyes, everyone," Lauren reminded the class. "Don't measure unless you really have to."

On breaks, Crystal put on her robe and sat down on the model stand to stretch, clearly the twist in the pose was hard on her back. As she stretched, the scanty kimono gapped open, and because it was short, it did little to hide her sex. This did not go unnoticed by several members of the class who watched her as they pretended to study their sculptures.

Lauren called out that it was time for a long break to give Crystal a rest. Dave again asked if she wanted coffee, beating Paul to the punch. I was amused to see them vie for her attention.

Crystal initially stayed in the classroom on the break. Outside in the common area, there were several students from the still life class and a painting class who were on their breaks as well. I smiled. Exposing herself to the class was one thing, but her robe was short and, plainly, Crystal did not want to show herself to everyone. But Dave poked his head into the classroom. "Coffee is here," he said, clearly expecting Crystal to come out.

Reluctantly, I could tell, she left the classroom and walked out, again taking a seat on the couch near Dave and accepting a latte from him with a smile. As she sat and sank into the low couch, the kimono gapped, giving a brief glimpse of her breasts. She adjusted the top, but the short kimono also was revealing down below, giving a flash to Paul, who was sitting opposite her. She adjusted as best she could and talked with the students sitting around her while calmly sipping her latte. The students from other classes gave her furtive glances as they walked past.

Soon, the break was over, and Crystal was back on the stand. The straightforward nudity of modeling seemed much less sensual than the effort of trying to remain concealed while sitting in the lounge between the classrooms.

That night, at home, Chris confessed to me that she was turned on by the attention she was getting from class members and the added dimension of trying to stay covered as people from other classes looked on. I confessed that it turned me on to, and we had a passionate evening of sex.

**

The third evening of sculpture was much the same, the only disappointment was that no new portrait of Olivia appeared on the walls. As the sculptures began to progress, the students became more comfortable talking with Crystal, and on the breaks, she would walk around the classroom in her kimono, chatting with them as they discussed her anatomy on their sculpture.

"I don't think I have your boobs right," one would comment, and they would discuss the merits of the sculpture and of Crystal's boobs.

The only problem for Crystal in wandering around class was that the tie on her kimono was satin and came undone easily. As it loosened, the kimono would gap, at first ever so slightly, and then more, partially exposing her breasts as she stood talking with the students. She would tie it back in place and pretend nothing had happened.

By the fourth night of sculpture, however, Crystal gave up even on that. As she stood talking with Dave, her kimono slipped open. "This thing just won't stay tied," she commented to Dave, but she only loosely tied the satin belt, so the kimono remained partially open, revealing one breast or the other, or both of them, depending on how she moved. Dave was having a hard time keeping eye contact with Crystal as they continued to chat about his sculpture. As Crystal moved on to another student, she left the robe only loosely cinched so that whomever she was talking with got a close-up view of what was beneath. True, she was showing everything on the stand, but the furtive peek at something that she was supposed to be covering as she walked around was alluring, and giving these gratuitous peeks clearly was what she intended. Crystal passed by me, giving me a clandestine wink. She stepped back onto the model stand and dropped her robe, keeping sustained eye contact with me, letting me know that she wanted the class to see her, to want her, and to do everything but touch her. The latter was my job, and I complied as soon as we got home.

**

The following Thursday, I received a text from Chris as I was approaching the studio. "You are going to like the new drawings on the wall today. ????"

As I walked in, I noticed Chris and a group of several students looking over the newest drawings on the wall.

Before I crossed the room to see what they were looking at, though I suspected I already knew, I ran into Olivia, going the opposite way. "I need a coffee," she said. "I'm not ready for this right now."

"How about I buy you one," I offered, opening the door for her. She smiled, accepted, and we wandered down the street toward Starbucks.

As we sat down to wait for our coffees, I addressed the elephant in the room.

"So, let me guess. You modeled nude and now the entire class is seeing a drawing of you."

"Oh, no," she replied. "I didn't. Well, not really. Well, sort of, I guess. The top was just a bit more revealing than I thought it would be."

I raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"I better explain," she continued. "You know that Maria's been after me for a long time to model, she thinks it's good for my art education. I finally agreed that I would, but just for a portrait. So, she set it up with Stephanie and she had me come in and sit for her class. The first week was the pose in the blouse. Stephanie had me undo the top two buttons. It's a bit more cleavage than I usually show, but I figured it was fine. The next week, I modeled in the spaghetti strap top. The students were really complimentary. Each one saw me differently. I loved their drawings and was getting comfortable, so Stephanie asked me to come back again. That was this Tuesday.

Maria said she had the perfect top for me to wear and told me that she would drop it off with Stephanie. Stephanie texted me, suggesting that I wear a lacy bra or camisole to go with the blouse. When I got to class, Stephanie handed me a black patterned Indian blouse that was pretty sheer, but I figured the camisole would cover me, so that didn't seem to be a problem. I came out from behind the changing screen, and Stephanie frowned. She said the pattern of the camisole and the embroidered pattern of the blouse just didn't work together and asked whether I would mind taking off the camisole and just wearing the blouse. We were running late, as usual with Stephanie, and the students were waiting. I thought of saying no, but I thought of you and Crystal, posing with nothing on, and the blouse at least covered me, so I said sure. I ducked behind the screen, pulled off the camisole, put the blouse back on and came out. Stephanie said it was wonderful and the students started drawing. It wasn't until I walked into the bathroom during the long break that I realized exactly how sheer it really was. Sure I was covered, but you could see everything. But then, it was too late to turn back." Olivia blushed as she looked at me.

"Take a deep breath. I'm sure you look wonderful."

"But the drawings show me basically topless, and all the people in the class know me."

"And?" I said, gesturing toward myself.

"OK, I know. But you've done it before."

The barista called my name, and we grabbed our coffees. "Let's walk back over and take a look. I'll be there for moral support. My one piece of advice - You're beautiful, you make a great model, just own it."

Olivia smiled. "You're a good friend."

By the time that Olivia and I arrived at the art wall, most people had filtered into the class. Just Crystal, Dave and Beth remained.

"You have my nomination to be our next model," Beth said to Olivia as we approached.

"I'll second that," Dave chimed in.

"Et tu, Brute?" Chris said, raising an eyebrow at Dave.

"Thanks guys, but I think this is it for my modeling career, Olivia responded. "That blouse was a lot more transparent than I thought."

"Don't be ashamed," I chimed in. "You have a beautiful body, and these are very tasteful drawings." They were. In the drawings, Olivia wore a sheer black blouse, with a deeply cut neckline, and an embroidered floral pattern, also in black. Through the fabric, the contours of Olivia's breasts were visible, her large areolas and erect nipples. The embroidered pattern did little to conceal her body. I said "tasteful," but "tasty" was more like it.

"Best to not keep the class waiting," Chris said. "That is unless you want to stand in for me tonight Olivia."

"Not a chance," was Olivia's definitive reply.

Chris mounted the model stand and dropped her robe, but the chatter in the class was still about Olivia's portrait. A number of students complemented her on her bravery and on the pose. She seemed to be getting more comfortable with the attention. I'm not sure if she was owning it, but she was trying.

On the first break, as Crystal left the model stand, she only made a halfhearted effort to secure the tie on her kimono. The robe gapped, sometimes all the way down, revealing her tits, and sometimes her pussy, as she wandered from student to student discussing their work.

When we reached the long break, Crystal picked up her kimono, and Dave headed out to get her a latte. But, before Crystal put on her kimono, Mark, the drawing teacher for whom she had done her first modeling, walked into the room. He stepped forward and they greeted each other warmly. As I stood off to the side, I expected Crystal to put on the robe that was in her hand, but she didn't. Instead, she looked down at it, clearly making a decision. Then, she set down the robe on the stool beside her and continued to talk with Mark as she stood there naked in front of him. His demeanor was warm and open, hers was open and flirty. They both laughed as they talked, then she gave him a quick but very naked hug and he left the room. Crystal then gathered her robe, and went to the lounge for her coffee, where she took a seat on the couch, not paying much attention to the fact that her kimono was gapping on top and that she was giving an occasional Sharon Stone view to those sitting across from her. Students from other classes slowed for a peak as they walked past.

At home, Chris told me that Mark had asked her to model for his advanced painting class, and she had said yes. Of course she had, she couldn't give any other answer because of our agreement. But Chris didn't complain. In fact, she seemed to be looking forward to modeling for Mark.

**

Our sculpture class came to an end the following Thursday. We were all in the studio, that is everyone but Crystal.

"I just got a text from Crystal," Lauren said. "She's running late, so you can relax for a few minutes. We'll go a little late to compensate."

About ten minutes later, Crystal came rushing in. "Sorry everyone," I couldn't get away from work."

Crystal was not wearing her usual kimono, or even the yoga clothing she usually wore before changing into the kimono. She was decked out. Crystal wore high heels, a short, dark, patterned skirt that zipped in the back, and a cream-colored silk blouse with a subtle pattern to it. Gold bracelets adorned her wrists, she wore diamond studs in her ears and a gold chain draped around her neck, with a dangly pendant that hung down between her breasts, drawing attention to her cleavage.

"I want to work where she works," Beth leaned over and said to me.

Chris' day job was as a representative for a high-end eyeglass and lens manufacturer. Often, she had to wine and dine her customers, and she had to dress the part. She was good at her job.

Without missing a beat, Crystal stepped up on the model stand and bent over to take off her high heels. "Oh, that feels better," she said with a sigh of relief. Crystal then reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, revealing a lace G-string beneath. The class was transfixed as she set her skirt on the stool. Next came the top, which she pulled off over her head, revealing a matching lace bra that was nearly transparent . She folded the blouse and carefully set it on the stool. Even Lauren forgot etiquette as she stood and watched. The bra came next, releasing Crystal's perfect creamy tits. Then, sliding her thumbs in either side of the G-string, she dropped it to the ground, revealing her now completely shaved pussy. She set the G-string with the other items before picking up the stack of clothing from the stool. Bending over to give most of the class a full view of her slit from the rear, she placed her clothing on the model stand. Mounting the stool, dropping her left leg to the left to show her pussy, twisting and pushing her chest out, she took her pose, the sparkle of her gold and diamond jewelry making the pose even hotter than it was when she was completely unadorned.

The class stood in silence, several with their mouths agape. Finally, Lauren called out. "Ok, then. Let's get started."

What a show. I had a hard time regaining my composure and thinking about sculpting. I was not the only male in class who had to re-adjust his shorts. I don't know what happened to my shy wife, but she was nowhere to be seen.

The time came for the first break, and since there was no robe on the model stand, Crystal took a minute to stretch just as she was. I expected her to stay there, or to ask for a coverup. Surely, there was something around the studio that she could wear. But, she didn't ask. Instead, she stepped off the stand completely nude and began to walk around the studio, looking at sculptures and chatting with students.

First, she walked over to where Olivia and I were standing by our sculptures.

"You're looking nice today," I said with a smile and a raise of an eyebrow.

"Thanks. My Laguna Beach lunch lasted all afternoon. I was barely able to get out of there to get to class."

"I figured," I replied. "The jewelry is a nice touch. It adds a bit of salaciousness to the pose. I think I'll add it to my sculpture as well."

"Glad you approve," Crystal said with a twinkle in her eye. She moved along, stopping where Dave was standing, as he pretended to look at his sculpture.

Lauren walked over to where Olivia and I were standing. "What's up with Crystal? "

"I think there were a few martinis at lunch today," I suggested.

"That's what I guessed," Lauren concurred. "Do you think I should find a coverup for her?"

"No, she's a big girl. She can ask if she wants one. It's not like these people haven't seen her naked."

Lauren shrugged and shook her head.

As Crystal stood naked by Dave, her jewelry sparkling in the studio lights, you could hear that they were discussing the breasts on his sculpture. "I think they're really nice, she said, but you might want to work on the shape a bit. See, mine curve up more from below and then there is a dip above the nipple," she said, taking his hand and running the fingers of his right hand along the curves of her left breast.

"Let's get back to work," Lauren called.

Dave stood there stunned, unable to hide the growing excitement in his shorts.

The next couple of breaks were the same. Crystal spent a long time with Beth, apparently discussing how her labia looked on the sculpture. As people became more accustomed to her strolling in the nude, Crystal smiled and joked with the students, touching their sculpture, touching herself and inviting them to take a closer look at whatever part of her body they were discussing.

At the long break, Dave obediently went out to fetch a latte for Crystal, as she stretched on the model stand. Paul sat in a chair about six feet from the stand, chatting as he watched her stretch. Soon, Beth joined Paul. When Dave returned, Crystal had her legs spread wide to stretch her inner thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination about the anatomy between her legs. Beth and Paul hardly knew where to look. At the sight of Crystal with her legs spread wide, Dave nearly choaked on his coffee, and recovered to hand Crystal her cup, which she took with a smile, without altering her pose.

Lauren held a class meeting while Crystal continued to stretch. Many in the class were in favor of Crystal returning for the next session, but she told everyone that she would be modeling for Mark's painting class, so she couldn't, prompting widespread groans of disappointment. Olivia declined a suggestion that she should model, with a thank you and a deep blush. Lauren headed off a suggestion that I should model again, saying that I should be allowed to sculpt and that she would find us a model from outside the class.

We returned to work on our sculptures, and to our admiration of Crystal, bedazzled in gold and diamonds for the evening. When the timer went off at the end of the last pose, everyone clapped for Crystal. People came up to her to express their thanks, and Crystal stepped off the stand to chat, still wearing only her jewelry. Beth got a naked hug, as did Dave and Paul. As she hugged Paul, Crystal looked over at me, giving me a wink. She then stepped back on the stand, and did a reverse striptease, until she was again decked out in her fancy work attire.

"That was quite a show," I said as she stopped by me and Olivia.

"Glad you liked it," she replied. "And you," she said to Olivia, "Don't be so shy."

With that, Crystal left the room.

Lauren stopped by us. "Usually, you need to pay a cover charge to see a show like that," she said shaking her head. "And, by the way, nice job on the sculptures you two."

I gave Olivia a hug and a peck on the cheek, and we set off our separate ways. When I got home, Chris was sitting on the couch, a martini in hand, wearing only her jewelry.

"Are you sure you need another of those?"

"This is my first," she answered with a smile. "I only had a couple of glasses of wine at lunch. Did you enjoy the show?"

I was shocked. I had assumed that Chris was well lubricated when she arrived at sculpture, but she put on that incredible show stone cold sober.

"Enjoy the show? That was fucking amazing!"

"Well, then it's time for you to show me exactly how much you liked it," Chris said as she undid my belt, unzipped my pants and reached her hand inside my shorts, releasing my already hard cock. I slid out of my pants as fast as I could, pinned her hands back over her head and thrust my member into her waiting pussy. As we fucked and fucked, in every position we could think of, I replayed the evening in my head while our bodies moved together in primal pleasure. I replayed it again and again, from her initial striptease to the naked conversations, to the revealing stretching routines to the naked hugs. I replayed her perfect tits and ass, her open legs, and the students ogling her perfect body, drawn in by her gold bangles, like fish chasing a lure. In fact, I'm still replaying that evening now.