Model Life Ch. 7

Model Life, Chapter 7 - The Art Institute Gala - Chris and Olivia Model and Participate in the Charity Auction.

Chris surely had my attention. Not only had she posed nude for an extended painting class with Mark, but she allowed herself to be photographed in the nude with the entire class. That photograph was shared with every member of the class, including Maria from my office. Just thinking of those photographs makes me hard.

I also found out that, after class, Mark had asked Chris to model for him privately so that he could finish his painting. Then he asked her to be one of the models for the latest project he was working on. She had agreed to both and had been going to his studio once or twice a week since the painting class ended. His new project was tightly under wraps. Chris said he did not want details leaking out prior to his opening. She even had to sign a confidentiality agreement, so I knew nothing about the project or the poses, just that, yes, she was nude.

Part 1 - Maria's Ask.

I was thinking about the photo of Chris and wondering about the details of Chris's ongoing modeling project, with my feet up on my desk, staring out the window, when I heard my door open. Quickly readjusting my pants, and turning toward the door, I saw that it was Maria, with my assistant Stacie behind her holding hands in the air to indicate that she was sorry, but she couldn't stop Maria.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Maria quipped.

"Not at all. To what do I owe this pleasure."

"Well, as you know, every year the Art Institute holds a gala fundraiser to raise money for the studio. The money we raise from the donors at the event pays the bills for the Art Institute, giving everyone an opportunity to sculpt, paint, draw and model. This year, we're having a garden party at a beautiful house in the hills above Newport Beach, with the huge leafy backyard, and I'm the chair of the organizing committee. It'll be in the afternoon and then carry on until early evening, with cocktails and both a silent and live auction."

"Sure, I'll buy a ticket," I said, assuming that's what she wanted.

"Okay, I'll sign you up, but actually, I was talking with the committee about ways to liven things up and I've suggested that we do a live demonstration. The committee agreed, and I've recruited Mark to do a painting demonstration. Several of his best students will set up their easels and paint alongside Mark."

I was starting to see where she was going.

"Well, we need models to donate their time. Mark would like two attractive young ladies to pose while he and the other artists paint, and while the guests mill around. He suggested Crystal and Olivia." Maria paused and looked at me.

"Well, you would have to ask Christen," I replied. "I can't speak for her, and I doubt that Olivia would consider modeling in front of a bunch of non-artists at a garden party. She was petrified modeling nude even for a handful of students."

"Oh, don't worry, the board wants this to be strictly PG. We don't want to completely shock our patrons."

"OK?" I said, still wondering why she was coming to me. "Well, why don't you ask them? Olivia sits right outside your door."

"I know that both of them respect your advice, and I would really appreciate it if you would see if they will donate their time, as a personal favor to me. Can I count on you?"

I paused.

"Anyway," Maria continued, "Olivia is a bit annoyed with me at the moment. She says that I set her up to model nude in front of you."

"Well, you did, didn't you?"

"That's beside the point," Maria continued. "I want to get this set up for the gala. Will you help?"

I was anxious to keep Maria happy since she had enough material on me to cause extreme embarrassment at work. Maria was Olivia's boss, and HR would not be happy if they discovered that Maria was pressuring Olivia to pose, nude or not. Maybe I could turn Maria into an ally. At least she would owe me. "Sure, I'll talk with them. But, remember, you owe me."

"Understood," Maria said with a smile. "The date and details for the gala are on the Art Institute website. Once you get them to agree, I'll put them in touch with Mark." With that, she turned and left.

Chris was pleased by the minimal exposure involved in posing at a garden party and said yes immediately. She agreed to ask Olivia to model with her, pitching the PG aspect, and Olivia finally agreed. So, I bought my $250 gala ticket and planned on sipping wine and eating hors d'oeuvres while watching Chris and Olivia model.

Part 2 - Garden Party Modeling

As the garden party gala approached, I took a look at the online invitation. The first page of the invitation included a painting by Manet (Lunch on the Grass), in which two clothed men were having a picnic with a couple of nude women. If that was the kind of picnics they had in France in the late 1800s, you could count me in. I liked that theme for the gala, but I remembered Maria's admonition that Chris's and Olivia's modeling was going to be strictly PG.

On the day of the gala, I drove both Chris and Olivia to the home where the gala was to take place. Both of them wore flowery summer dresses which they thought would be perfect for the theme. The home was set in the hills above Newport Beach, behind an imposing gate. The Spanish style house did not look large from the front, but when the front door opened, we could see that the entire back was glass, opening onto a pool deck and a huge sloping lawn and garden, all looking out toward the Pacific Ocean far below. So, this is what a 10-million-dollar view looks like.

The caterers were rushing around setting up cocktail tables and chairs, bars were being set up. With just 30 minutes left before guests were to arrive, all was noise and commotion. The three of us stood for a second, then I spotted my sculpture friend Diane, who was looking extremely stressed and was giving orders to the caterers in rapid fire. I waved at her, and she smiled, coming over to us.

"Oh, great, you're here." she said giving each of us a brief hug and then turning and hurrying off calling over her shoulder: "Let me find Mark, he was looking for the two of you."

Mark appeared a minute later. "Olivia, Crystal, welcome," he said with an open and generous smile. Mark gave each of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "This is going to be great. Why don't you change into these," he said handing each girl a white silk kimono with a flowery pattern."

They looked confused. "We thought you said summer dresses," Olivia said looking skeptically at the kimono she had been handed.

"Oh, yes. Sorry. Last minute change of plan. We are going for a more impressionistic look to match the theme. Japanese influence was all the rage in France in the late 1800s. Hope you don't mind. This will be great, trust me. As soon as you're changed, meet me out back. I'm just finishing the setup."

Mark hurried away, and the girls exchanged glances.

"Come this way," Diane called. "I'll show you where you can get changed."

As the girls followed, I wandered out back to the beautifully manicured garden, where Mark was arranging cushions on a rattan love seat, placed under a rose-covered arbor. He paused to look, rearranged the flowers sitting on a table by the loveseat, placed a pillow on the ground and stepped back looking at the setup in apparent satisfaction. In front of the loveseat, a half dozen artists were setting up their easels and getting out their paints.

As I watched, Diane appeared at my shoulder. "Well, Maria was right, this is the perfect touch."

"I didn't know you were involved in this event," I said to her. "I'm glad you came."

She turned and smiled at me quizzically, as if I was missing something. "Glad to see you too. Let's talk later." With that, she hurried off again. "You look great girls, Diane called to Olivia and Crystal, who were making their way down the manicured lawn.

They were barefoot, wearing their mid-thigh length silk kimonos, beautiful, off white with a pattern of cherry branches and blossoms. The kimonos covered the girls, but with the light behind them you could see the contours of their bodies, and Chris' braless nipples created mounds in the fabric.

"Wonderful," Mark called embracing each of them again. "You look fantastic."

From the looks on their faces, I could see uncertainty about the skimpiness of their outfits and how they would remain appropriately covered.

"Here," Mark said grabbing two glasses of wine from a server who was setting up the bar and handing them to the girls. "Let me show you the pose. You will love it!"

Mark posed Chris reclining in the love seat, a book in her right hand as if she was reading to Olivia. He adjusted the folds on her kimono, which she had cinched tight. He pulled at the front to make it gap a bit, revealing a fair amount of cleavage. Chris looked concerned but did not protest. Olivia sat on a cushion on the ground, leaning against the love seat and resting her head on Chris's upper thigh.

"Ok, Olivia, raise your front leg and bend your back leg at the knee so it goes comfortably under the front. Good. Rest your arm on the love seat. Good. Now, Crystal, bend the knee on your back leg and put your right hand on the knee. Good. Here is a book for that hand. Place your left hand on Olivia's head as if you are stroking her hair. Nice."

Mark made a few more adjustments to the kimonos and then stood back. "Perfect!" he exclaimed. "Let me get a couple of quick reference photos so we can get you back in just that spot."

As Mark pulled out his iPhone, I wandered back and forth looking at the pose. The girls were going to have a hard time keeping completely covered.

"Okay," said Mark. "All done. You can relax. We will get you in position in about 20 minutes so that the artists can get started before the guests arrive. The pose is easy, so we will take short stretch breaks every 30 minutes."

The girls nodded their assent.

"Just one more thing. I see panty lines on both of you, and Olivia has a bra on. Those interfere with the way the kimono is laying, so I need you to take those off so we can have good clean lines. Thanks. You look wonderful!"

Before the girls had a chance to respond, Mark was gone again. A whispered conversation followed between the two of them, then they wandered over to me, took their glasses of wine that I was holding and downed them.

"We're going to need two more of these," Chris said as they handed me the glasses and headed off toward the house.

Before long, the tables were set up. Smartly dressed young men and women stood behind the bars or next to tables of hors d'oeuvres. The music of a jazz quartet began wafting through the grounds and the first guests began to arrive, just as Chris and Olivia returned from the house. I handed them glasses of wine, and both drained their glasses.

"Good," Mark said. "You ladies look amazing. Let's get started."

With that, Chris took her place on the loveseat and Olivia on the cushion, each being careful to adjust their kimonos as they did to avoid revealing more than they intended. As I watched Chris shift into place, I got a glimpse that showed that she had followed Mark's direction on the panties. I assumed Olivia had done the same.

"Very nice," Mark said referring to the photo on his iPhone. "Let's just make a couple of adjustments. May I?" he said to Chris. She nodded and he adjusted the top of the kimono to show a bit of cleavage, and the bottom, to reveal a bit more leg, almost to the crotch. He did the same for Olivia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, stepping back.

As Mark finished, several guests stood nearby watching the set up. Maria was right, this was going to spice up the gala. The girls settled in, Mark took his place behind his easel, and the artists went to work. I stood back to admire the scene. The girls were covered, at least from most angles, with lots of leg and cleavage on show. The outline of their nipples and the curve of their bodies was visible through the light fabric. They were showing very little, but what they were not showing was only lightly concealed. I smiled. I was going to enjoy the show this evening.

With a glance back at the girls, I grabbed a glass of wine and a couple hors d'oeuvres from one of the pass-trays and went out to explore. Inside the house, in the great room that looked out on the pool deck, there were tables loaded with items donated for the silent auction: bottles of expensive wine, picnic baskets, sports tickets, paintings, photos and sculptures. I downloaded the auction app and put bids on several items. I always love to bid early, not expecting to get anything. It drives the price up, I get a bit of a thrill, and if I do happen to get something, it's a bargain.

The room was starting to fill as I wandered among the auction offerings. I reached a fabulous black and white nude painted by Mark and did a double take. It was a nude of Chris. She was laying on a blanket, with one knee bent and the other leg extended toward the viewer. The bent leg was opened to the side, for a full-on view of her open pussy. Her arms were bent, with her hands over her head, her beautiful breast fully displayed. Chris's head was tilted back and her lips slightly parted. This was a "come fuck me" pose if I had ever seen one. Chris had never told me about this painting, and I could only guess that it was one that Mark had done on one of her recent modeling nights at his studio.

I was pulled out of my trance by a voice behind me. "Most certainly, your wife is attractive, yes?"

I turned to see Aanan, from the framing shop, smiling back at me. I had him frame a nude of Chris that Mark had done when she first started modeling, though that nude was much more modest than this one. So, it was no surprise that he recognized Chris in the painting.

"Yes," I responded with a smile. "Will you be bidding?"

"Oh, no, the $5,000 estimate is a bit steep for me. Besides, Mansi would not be pleased about me bidding on this one, you know." Aanan nodded over toward his wife, who I had not met, a beautiful woman wearing an elaborate sari, who was deep in conversation with Diane. "You see, your wife is already part of my collection, and if I start collecting too many of the same woman, well, Mansi will not let me hear the end of it."

"What do you mean she's already in your collection?"

"Oh, Mark and I have this arrangement, you see. He needs lots of framing work, and his paintings are something that I love. So, I just charge him for materials at cost, and he trades me some of his work for doing the framing. Win, win. There was one of your wife that came in for framing the other day, that is, well, even better than this one. Mark agreed to part with her, though I think I will have to do a lot more framing for him for the price. So, your wife is hanging in my house. Mansi does not like her as much as I do," Aanan said with a smile, "but she puts up with me, and Mark is good for our business, he sends all of his clients my way."

I was floored. I guess I shouldn't have been. Chris was modeling for a well-known artist, and it was only natural that paintings of her would be sold and displayed in peoples' homes. The thought of a nude painting of her hanging in Aanan's home made me hard.

"Now, I must go to mingle with customers," Aanan said with a wink. "You will come see my art collection sometime?"

I assured Aanan that I would come to see his collection, and I wandered back toward the girls, wondering whether Chris was aware that she was on display fully nude with the auction items inside as she modeled in her more modest kimono outside.

I made my way toward the girls, but I kept running into people I knew from the Art Institute, mostly my fellow artists. By the time I arrived, Chris and Olivia were on their second break, glasses of wine in hand. Both of them were wearing nothing but their scant kimonos, and their erect nipples stood out clearly under the fabric. Chris was smiling and chatting with a tall man in his sixties, with a closely cropped beard. He was wearing an obviously expensive sport coat, a Rolex and a blond wife with a big diamond who was at least 20 years younger than him. Although Chris was smiling, I could tell she was not at ease. As I approached, the couple stepped away to talk with Diane.

Chris took a big gulp of her wine. "Well, that blows my cover completely," she said taking another gulp and putting her glass down. "That was Simon Porter, you know, one of my biggest clients. He was surprised to see me modeling. Apparently, some of the other guests told him that I'm a regular model at the Art Institute, and he said he would have to 'drop in' sometime. Now, it's only a matter of time before the rest of his office, and his circle of friends knows."

"Maybe he will be discrete," I suggested.

"Fat chance," Chris said rolling her eyes. "You don't know Simon. When he walked away, he said that he hoped to see 'much more of me' and looked me up and down. His wife knew what was on his mind and gave him a whack on the arm."

"Well, your circle of admirers is growing. You've got to own it."

"I know," Chris said. "Go big or go home. Now, please get me a refill." Chris handed me her glass and returned to the love seat where Mark was already standing. At this point, there were 100 or 150 people at the gala, and thirty or so were standing around the area where the painters were waiting for the models to re-take their positions.

As Chris got into the pose, the kimono gapped a bit at the bottom, revealing just a flash of her pussy to people standing to my left. From the looks on their faces, I know at least a couple of the guests noticed. Olivia was more careful with her kimono, but as she bent down guests got a quick peek down the front, mostly cleavage, but maybe a bit more.

Mark went to work, studying his iPhone and adjusting the folds on the kimonos. It seemed to me that the gaps in the top of the kimonos had gotten bigger, showing more cleavage. As the painters continued, I walked around behind the painters to get a view from all angles. As I walked to the right, more and more of Chris's cleavage was visible. From the far right you could see almost all of her right breast. As I watched, many of the guests walked around, looking over the painters' work, but also plainly seeing how much each angle revealed of the models' anatomy. This was fun.

I continued to eat, drink and talk, as the afternoon turned to evening. I wandered back to the auction, placing a few bids. I stood in front of the painting of Chris, listening to a couple debate whether the model in the painting was one of the models that was posing outside. They agreed that it probably was and headed out for a look to confirm their suspicion.

I headed back to the girls just as they were taking their final break. The sun was getting lower and lit their thin kimonos from behind. I don't think that they realized exactly how little was being left to the imagination by the lighting.

The girls were talking with Maria and a couple who had their backs turned to me. The man they were speaking to was tall and bald, wearing an expensive watch and sporting an attractive brunette wife, probably in her 40s with lots of expensive jewelry. As he turned toward me, I realized that this was the chairman of the board of my company. I was about to retreat, but Maria noticed me and called me over.

"Roland, you remember Jay from product development," Maria said with a smile. Whether Roland did or not, he greeted me with a broad smile and a firm shake of the hand, introducing his wife, Cynthia , who held out her hand. She had the expected huge rock on her ring finger, a plunging neckline on her blouse and a pendant jewelry dangling between her ample cleavage. She greeted me with a knowing smile, and I realized immediately that she was the artist who had drawn a very detailed study of my cock on my very first time modeling. (See Model Life, Ch. 1.) Her eyes made clear that she knew who I was, but she greeted me and said nothing about our first encounter.

"Jay is a fine sculptor in his own right and was instrumental in getting these two young ladies to pose for us today," Maria continued.

"Well, Jay, we have a lot to thank you for," Roland said with a grin as he looked over at the backlit models standing near him. "But given the Manet painting on the invitation, I think they might be a little overdressed for the occasion."

Olivia blushed, and Cynthia intervened. "Now, Roland, let's let these ladies get back to work." Roland turned to go but Cynthia reached a hand out to me. "Nice to formally meet you Jay, maybe next time you will pose for us as well." With a wink at me, she followed Roland while the two girls began the delicate job of trying to get in place without revealing too much skin.

Mark adjusted the folds in their kimonos, which revealed more and more skin with each break. Chris's right breast was now fully visible from some angles, as was most of her left. Olivia's kimono came all the way up to her slit, though you would have to walk to the side and strain to get a peak. Mark's vivid watercolor already showed these details as if he had been anticipating all along that he would reveal more and more of the girls as the afternoon progressed. The pose was still PG, but barely.

The call came out from Diane for everyone to place their last bids for the silent auction and that the live auction would start in 30 minutes. The crowd gradually started to filter back towards the house. As the girls wrapped up their final pose, Diane approached and talked to them for a second. They conferred, nodded their heads, then followed her off towards the house.

Part 3 - The Charity Auction

On the pool deck, a couple of risers had been placed in front of 80 or more chairs, with standing room on either side. On the riser was a lectern with the microphone, where Maria stood.

"Thank you everyone for coming tonight. Based on what I'm hearing; our silent auction was a huge success. The volunteers are recording the winning bidders right now, and if you do not already know you should get a notification on your phone. Winning bidders can pick up their auction items at the end of the live auction." '

"Before we get to the live auction, I want to thank our host tonight, Diane, for sharing her wonderful home with us." As the crowd clapped, my mouth fell open. I now understood why Diane had been giving orders to the catering crew and was amused by my comment that I didn't know she would be there. I knew Diane came from money, but I didn't know she had this much.

After some very gracious remarks by Diane, Maria again took over. I also want to thank Mark and his two lovely models, Crystal and Olivia, and our volunteer artists for providing a demonstration of artists at work. Mark, ladies, come on up. Mark stepped up from the side of the riser and Olivia and Chris stepped on the riser from the back, both still wearing their thin kimonos. All three of them waved to the attendees.

"Mark's watercolor from this evening's demonstration will be our final auction item of the night. I want to thank him for his generosity in donating this item and donating the black and white painting that topped the bidding in our silent auction at $7,500. As you may have noticed, that painting also features one of our lovely models today, Crystal. Thank you Crystal for donating your time and your beautiful body to our cause.

Now, without further ado, let's get on with the auction. Are two lovely models tonight will take turns holding up each auction item and displaying it for you as the auction proceeds. Please call them over your way if you would like a closer look.

The first item up, a case of 1968 Bordeaux. The girls each took a bottle in their hand walking to the edge of the riser to display it for the audience. The riser was a good 2 feet above the ground, giving those in the front row a nice view of the girls' legs as they walked along the edge in their short kimonos. One of the men in the front row called for Chris to bring the bottle of wine closer so that he could see its condition. I could see the quandary in her eyes. If she knelt down, the kimono would surely gap revealing her pussy for all to see. If she bent over, the top would likely gap giving a good view of her cleavage, possibly more. She chose the lesser of two evils, bending over so that the man could see the label, and could see right down the front of her kimono. The bidding quickly rose to $4,000 for the case of wine and Maria's gavel sounded.

As each successive item came out, the girls took turns walking the item around the riser and doing their best to stay covered as they walked, bent, and knelt to give the bidders a better view of the item. Whether fueled by alcohol, the beautiful models, or the need to display their wealth, the auction drew stunning amounts for the paintings, sculptures, vacations and wine that had been donated.

"Now we have our final item, the beautiful watercolor painted by Mark this afternoon. The girls held the board on which the watercolor was stapled, with one girl holding each side of the board. "And don't worry, the watercolor comes with a beautiful top quality framing job donated by Aanan at Art and Framing." Aanan raised his hand and acknowledged the applause. "Bidding will start at $2,500."

Paddles with the numbers of the bidders went up and soon the painting was at $6,000, with Roland as the high bidder. The bidding seemed to slow a bit, perhaps the bidders were tired, or just out of money. "Surely that isn't it," Maria called out. "Paintings by Mark, even quick studies like this one, usually go for much more than that. Remember, this is for charity."

"I'll throw in another $500, if you throw in the two kimonos," Simon called out, drawing a punch in the arm from his petit wife.

"I'm sorry Simon, I don't think our models' kimonos are part of the auction," Maria responded.

"I'm with Simon, Roland chimed in, "it's another $500 for charity, and these young ladies do model at the Art Institute don't they?"

"Well, I think you'll just have to sign up for a class," Maria quipped.

Then Chris chimed in, apparently in an awkward attempt to cut off any consideration of the kimonos being for sale. "Besides, my kimono alone is worth 10 times that."

Maria paused and cocked her head towards Chris.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Roland chimed in.

"So, $5000 for your kimono, right here and now?"

Clearly, Chris had thought that such an extravagant asking price would put an end to things, but she underestimated the money in the room. Thinking on her feet, Chris responded. "I'm sorry. They're only sold in pairs so that would be $10,000. I guess you'll just have to satisfy yourself with the painting."

Olivia shot Chris a look, and they exchanged animated but whispered words. From their body language, it looked like Chris was reassuring her not to worry, because no one would pay $10,000 just to see them take off their kimonos.

Thus far, Maria had been standing at the side watching the exchange. Then she broke in: "OK," she said to Chris and Olivia, "is that your lowest price for the kimonos?"

"That's it. Take it or leave it," Chris responded.

"Olivia?

Olivia just nodded her head, though she looked less than certain.

"All right everyone, getting back on track, we have a bid of $6,000 for the painting. Any additional bids on the painting?" No paddles went up. So, the painting is locked in at $6,000 unless we have someone who wants to bid $16,000 for the painting and kimonos. Are there any takers? Roland, Simon, you're the ones that brought this up, and this is for charity, do I hear a bid at $16,000?"

Simon sat tight, his blond wife clutching his hand that held his paddle. Roland's wife Cynthia simply seemed amused. Roland shifted in his seat then raised his paddle, causing a noticeable murmur in the crowd.

"Fantastic, we have a generous offer of $16,000 for the painting and the two kimonos currently being worn by our generous models. Do I hear any more bids? No? OK, going once, going twice, sold to bidder #23 for $16,000." Maria banged her gavel and the girls' kimonos were sold along with the painting. "Thank you for your generosity and thank you to our beautiful models for donating the kimonos off their backs for a good cause."

The crowd clapped. "Ladies please deliver your donation."

Roland stood and held out his hand. The girls had been whispering to each other in animated tones. Slowly, Chris stepped forward, as a hush fell over the crowd. She was already blushing deeply as she reached for the tie on her kimono and untied the knot. Briefly, she held it closed, Then, taking a deep breath, she led the kimono fall open, revealing her neatly trimmed bush and creamy tits. Chris slid her kimono off her shoulders and held it in her right hand. Now, completely naked in front of the crowd, she took two steps forward to the edge of the riser, reached out, and dropped the kimono into Roland's extended hand as he, and the rest of the crowd took in every inch of her. Then, she stepped back.

Olivia looked rooted to the spot where she was standing. Chris stepped back to her and whispered something. Her trance broken, Olivia stepped forward, shaking perceptibly as she undid the knot on her kimono and let it fall open, revealing her large breasts and cleanly shaven pussy. She shrugged off the kimono, and it fell to the floor. Now completely naked, she knelt down, picking up the kimono in her shaking hands and handing it to Roland, who was smiling broadly.

Apparently, it was sinking in that she was now standing completely naked in front of a large group of clothed people who had witnessed her strip for money, though it was for a good cause. Olivia unsuccessfully tried to cover her nakedness with her hands, as she blushed deeply. Chris put her hand on Olivia's shoulder and whispered, as they looked over their shoulders, preparing to make an exit as quickly as possible.

"One moment ladies," Maria called to them. "I need you for one more second. Mark, would you come up on the riser?" The girls looked at each other, uncertain, but headed back towards Maria. Mark stood next to his painting, and the girls stood beside him, naked in front of the crowd.

Maria stepped forward on the other side of the girls. "I want to take a moment to thank all of you for coming tonight and for your generous bids. I'm sure this is going to be one of our most successful auctions ever. For that, I also want to thank our generous donors of wine, events, vacations and arts and, in this case, kimonos. It takes a lot of bravery to strip down and have yourself painted or sculpted by artists, but even more to shed your clothing in this setting. Thank you ladies for your generous support in this very unexpected and memorable evening. Let's have a round of applause for Mark and his two beautiful models this evening.

As the crowd began to clap, Maria grasped Chris's hand, motioning for the others to grasp hands and step forward. Each of them did so, and everyone on stage raised their hands into the air. There was no hiding the girls, who were naked and on display. They took a brief bow, then Mark hugged each of them, and they scurried off the riser as quickly as they could, where Diana was waiting for them holding white terrycloth robes.

I felt a tug on my sleeve. It was Aanan. "I love my painting of your wife, but she is even more spectacular in person, if you don't mind my saying." I assured him that I didn't mind.

"I shall now have to work on acquiring a painting of that other beauty, perhaps even the two of them together," he said with a sigh. "Thank you, thank you for sharing your beautiful wife with us." I assured Aanan that it was not my doing but told him that I would pass his compliments on to Chris. "Oh, no need," he said. "I would not want to make her self-conscious. Then she might not come to visit my store, what a loss that would be." Aanan turned to his wife who was impatiently waiting for him and left with a waive. "Come to see my collection."

I assured him that I would.

Part 4 - After Auction Climax

By any measure, the evening had passed my wildest expectations. Chris and Olivia had agreed to pose in summer dresses for a painting demonstration at a charity event, only to have skimpy kimonos substituted for their summer dresses and to have those kimonos auctioned off at the end of the evening, leaving them naked in front of the 150 guests, including people that they knew. I could not wait to get Chris home so that I could use my barely suppressed erection to show her my feelings. But the girls were nowhere to be seen.

Near the table where bidders could pick up their winnings, I saw Simon Porter holding the nude of Chris that he purchased in the silent auction, as he chatted with Roland, who was admiring the watercolor of Chris and Olivia that he had purchased, with their two kimonos draped over his arm. Plainly, they had enjoyed the show.

I stood by the front of the house, listening to guests discuss the evening, and in particular the models who had stripped for the crowd. I heard more than one husband mention to his wife that she should pose, and more than one wife decline. I heard conversations about Chris's and Olivia's bodies with many women indicating that they would not have the guts to pose, even in the kimonos. I enjoyed being a fly on the wall. Still, Chris and Olivia did not appear.

Finally, Diane broke off from one of the guests who was leaving and came over to me. "Oh, I'd forgotten. You must be wondering where the girls are. Come with me." As I began to follow, she continued: "They were completely frozen after all afternoon in those skimpy kimonos and then, well, wearing nothing. I took them down to the pool house and turned on the sauna. Hopefully they are thawed out by now."

We walked out of the back of the house toward the south side of the yard where a long pool house stood. The rooms of the pool house each had French doors opening onto the deck. We walked past a large sitting room and stepped through the second set of doors into a cedar paneled room where soft music was playing. The room was decorated in calming tones, with several lounge chairs and low tables tastefully arranged around the room.

"This is the warm room," Diane remarked. "I have a masseuse that comes in" she said motioning to the massage table in the corner. "We have a changing room where you can put your things."

I looked at her quizzically.

"I thought you wanted to see Olivia and Chris," she said.

"Yes, but I don't have anything to change into."

"Well, neither did the girls," she said with a chuckle. Anyway, we follow a strict German protocol here, the sauna is textile free. Towels only. We've got towels and robes for everyone to use here on the side," she said motioning to a stack of fluffy white towels and robes sitting on a built-in on the back wall of the room. "The changing room is here," she said, opening the door and handing me a large white towel.

Any reluctance that I had to shed my clothes was tempered by the fact that Chris and Olivia also would be wearing nothing but a towel in the sauna. That would be a win/win for me. Stripping off my clothes, I carefully folded my jacket and placed everything in a wicker bin on one of the shelves in the changing room. Wrapping the towel around me, I opened the door to see that Diane was still standing there. "Here," she said, "I'll show you to the sauna." She walked down the short hallway leading off of the warm room and swung open the door to the sauna, poking her head in and motioning for me to step inside. The sauna was large, with two levels of seating and room for six or eight people. Olivia sat to my left, on the higher level, wrapped in a towel that covered her breasts and came down to the top of her thighs, just barely concealing her pussy. Chris sat in front of me and to my right, with her towel wrapped loosely around her waist and her now glistening breasts and upper body fully on display. To my great surprise, the painter, Mark, sat completely naked on his towel on the second level of seating immediately next to Chris. Chris' body was turned slightly toward Mark, with her right hand resting on his thigh, and she was laughing at something he had said. Chris turned to see me and started slightly but did not move her hand.

"Mark, I hate to interrupt your conversation with these two lovely ladies, but I need you for a few minutes to talk with Roland about a commission," Diane said.

"Okay, I'll be right there. Chris, Olivia, great job tonight. It was a pleasure. I'll see both of you next week," Mark said as he got up to leave taking his towel with him.

"You can take Mark's seat," Diane said. "Oh, and Olivia, you'll never get the full effect of the sauna with that towel wrapped around you. Sorry, I must run, I don't want to let the hot air out." With that, Diane closed the door and disappeared, leaving me standing with my towel wrapped around me.

"Let me help you," Chris said standing up and letting her towel drop to the bench where she had been sitting, leaving her completely nude. As I stepped forward towards her, Chris reached for my towel and pulled it from my waist, setting it on the bench where Mark had been sitting, leaving me standing naked in the sauna.

"That's better. Someone else other than us needs to be naked this evening. Though, you won't have 150 fully dressed people looking at your cock," Chris said with a smirk.

"That was not my doing," I protested.

"I'm not sure about that, but you can take a seat and try to convince us," Chris replied.

As I sat down, I could see a Olivia looking me over. Sure, she'd seen me nude before but that was in art classes, not sitting naked in front of her in a sauna. I was struggling to contain an erection that had been seeking to come out all evening.

"Did you have anything to do with those skimpy kimonos?" Chris asked. "I wouldn't put it past you."

I responded honestly that I did not but interjected that the kimonos were beautiful.

"Beautiful and revealing," Chris said. "This was supposed to be a PG event, and it seemed like it was more R."

We began to discuss the evening, and Olivia remarked about how sheer the kimonos were, and the difficulty of getting into the pose without giving the people watching them a view of her breasts and more.

Chris concurred. "And, now Simon Porter is going to have a nude picture of me hanging in his house. I wonder what that cute little blond wife of his is going to think."

As our discussion went on and became more relaxed, Chris put her hand on my thigh, as she had on Marks'.

"I was surprised to see Mark in here," I said with restraint.

Chris gave me a challenging smile. "Well, he thought that it would be only fair for him to take his clothes off since we had stripped for the crowd. Besides, he wanted to talk with Olivia and me about modeling together."

"Together?"

"Yep, he's looking for more models for his current project, and Olivia has agreed to join me starting next week."

"I thought you didn't want to do more modeling," I said turning to Olivia.

"Well, this isn't for a group. It's just for Mark and for his project. I did agree, but I'm not sure that I should have. Mark and Chris can be quite convincing, and I have had a bit of wine."

"We both have," Chirs responded.

The thought of Olivia and Chris posing naked for Mark, and maybe having a painting of them added to Annan's collection, made my member start to rise.

"I can guarantee you, it will be fun," Chris said to Olivia. As she said this, Chris reached over and rested her hand on my cock. Her touch made it stiffen. Olivia looked on, and Chris smiled back at her.

"Given everything that we've done tonight to entertain the crowd, I think it's only fair that Jay should join in and provide some entertainment." With this, Chris began to stroke my cock. I reached out to push her hand away. "Just relax," she said. "An entire room full of people have seen us strip tonight, and if I want to fondle your cock in front of Olivia, you're going to let me do it."

I looked into Chris' eyes and she looked back, unblinking. I removed my hand and she continued to stroke as my cock began to rise to full attention. Olivia raised her eyebrows and looked on with interest.

"Olivia, remember what Diane said about the sauna," Chris said. "You won't get its full effect with that towel wrapped around you. Besides, I think it might help with my work here. Why don't you loosen the top of your towel."

Olivia paused watching Chris continue to stroke my cock. Then, she reached up and loosened the top of her towel, allowing it to slide down, revealing her ample cleavage.

"He saw all of you earlier this evening. If you really want to know what he thinks about you, just open a little more."

Olivia hesitated, then reached up with her hand and opened the towel, allowing it to fall onto her lap. As I looked at her supple breasts hanging in front of me, my excitement continued to rise.

"And the rest of you," Chris said. Olivia paused, smiled, and pulled the towel off her lap, revealing her pussy. Chris stroked harder and I felt like I was going to burst.

Just then the door opened and in stepped Diane, wrapped in a towel. Chris paused briefly and Olivia went to reach for her towel, but Diane smiled holding up a hand. "Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt, don't let me stop you." With that, she reached for her own towel and let it drop from her. Diane set her towel on the bench to the far side of Chris, and sat down, facing toward the rest of us. "Please continue."

Diane was in her 60s but she was trim and fit. She had a beautiful body for someone of her age. As she sat there watching, Chris resumed stroking my throbbing member. Diane reached down and began to stroke her own pussy as she watched me. Olivia watched in amazement. Finally, between the sight of Olivia's and Chris' naked bodies and the sight of Diana pleasuring herself as she watched Chris pump my cock, I could not contain my excitement. Chris stroked and I sprayed, my cum spurting into the air again and again like a volcano as the girls watched. Finally, my energy spent, Chris pulled her hand away and licked my cum off of her fingertips. As she did this Diane let out a moan, and her body shuddered.

Diane drew a deep breath. "Wow, that was not something I expected, but that was an appropriate climax to the evening. Looks like the cleaning crew will have extra work tomorrow. Now if you kids will excuse me, I have to shower and head out for a late dinner. You can shower at the end of the hall and let yourself out when you're ready. With that, Diane got up, wrapped the towel around her and headed back to the main house to shower as if nothing had just happened.

After Diane left, we sat for a second, looking at each other sitting together naked and dripping with sweat, and in Chris' and my case, cum. Chris was the first to start laughing, followed by me and then Olivia. What an unexpected evening, an unexpected hostess, an unexpected show from each of us, and an unexpected climax from our rich sculpture partner and hostess, Diane. One by one, we headed for the showers, dressed and headed home. This was an evening none of us would forget.