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15/05/2024
I had just turned 50, petite with a good figure and having moved house, my next door neighbour, who was a bit older than me I found attractive. We often found ourselves keeping company together and before long we were lovers. We clashed personalities but sexually it was wow and over the years we were at it at least three times a week despite our frequent arguments .
He wasn’t just fun in bed he was good in bed.I loved having sex with him, it was a delight because he never failed to make me cum .
Now I was a bit miffed with him in that he had gone on holiday with his wife for 4 weeks and I was a bit bored too. I had also given up Johnnie who was a member of an international band who I would meet two or three times a year in hotel rooms. I had tired our sexual exploits, he never really satisfied me and anyway my lover didn’t trust me going to concerts and meeting people at hotels. He was more suspicious than my husband. ( see late starter groupie Feb 24 ).
https://truthordarepics.com/post/erotic-story/9404-late-star ter-groupie
Now I do like arts and crafts and my husband had suggested I join a local art group for a hobby.I hadn’t taken the idea seriously but one afternoon I walked up to the tourist area of my village and to a courtyard where I knew was an art studio. I went to the window and saw that art classes were run once a week from another shop nearby. There was a man in the studio painting at an easel and a thought came to me in that I wondered if he painted nudes.
I dared myself to ask him so as there was no one else in the studio I walked inside and after a very brief introduction I asked if he needed life models for his classes. He told me he was always looking for volunteers and if I was interested I could come back later when he would close up for an interview which I agreed to.
I wasn’t sure what his interview entailed but just in case I bathed and put on a dress I could easily slip off. Later whilst making my way back to the studio and still debating whether or not to go through with the idea I found my self back in the courtyard. He was still sat at the window painting so taking a deep breath I went inside. The studio itself was not very big being about 15 feet long and 10 feet wide.
It had a large glass frontage which the artist sat by and people could look from the outside in. As you entered the studio it opened up to the right. From the far wall for a distance of about 10feet and six feet high was a screen. To go behind the screen you just walked forward from the door and turned right. The width behind the screen was only about 4 feet.At the far end was a sink and next to it a table.
On entering we said our hello’s and he stood up and locked the studio door. The interview consisted of him telling me to go behind the screen and take off all my clothes. I was amazed he could instruct a women he didn’t know and with virtually no conversation to strip off in such a matter of fact way. I went behind the screen and down to the table where I removed my coat and placed it there. As I did this the artist came in with his chair and sitting 4 or 5 feet away with pencil and pad in hand commenced to watch me.
I was fairly nervous but nonetheless I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it.I was side on to the artist who was still looking at me. I unfastened my bra, took it off and then pulled down my panties which I put on the table with the rest of my clothes. I felt shy so I kept my shoes on for modesty.
I then turned and faced the artist clasping my hands behind my back. Like I had done with Johnnie, here I was with no clothes on, in a one to one situation with a man I had only known for a few minutes .
Having watched me undress he began to draw me.I must have stood nude in front of him for around 10 minutes when someone was tapping the shop door. We had to stop but he told me I needed to come back the next day as he wanted to finish my sketch.
I returned as arranged and it was the same format. He locked the door told me to go behind the screen and remove my clothes. He followed me in and watched me strip and take up the same pose as before.
I felt more relaxed and we nattered about this and that and for me to start going to his art classes. At the end of the session I walked up to his seat as by now I was comfortable being nude and I stood next to him as he sat showing me his drawings. If I was honest I didn’t think much of his sketches but I did like being naked in front of him not because I fancied him ,which I didn’t, but because I was getting a kick out of it.
After a while I went back to get my clothes and he followed me as he wanted to get to the sink. It was a bit of a tight squeeze and in order to pass me he slapped my bottom to make me make room.I giggled at this and he asked me if I liked being spanked and I said I didn’t mind. He picked up an 18 inch wooden ruler and asked what about with this and I laughed nodding okay.
I had been spanked several times by my neighbour with a small wooden paddle, used to push back in settee coverings. He would pull down my panties put me over his knees and smack my bare bum with it so I knew I could endure some pain. I let the artist lead me back to his chair where he told me to bend over.
I lent over and grasped the chair sticking my bottom up and he patted my inner thighs to spread my legs a foot or so and then began to thrash me, fairly hard at first then harder and harder and my it stung. As I said I can stand a lot of pain but in the end I had to give up and holding my hot cheeks I turned and faced him. He grabbed hold of a boob and while squeezing it reached down stroking my pubic hair but I stopped him as his hands were nice and cold so I made him hold my bum to help to cool it down.
I was pressed against him and I could feel his cock was erect so I undid his trousers and pulled them down with his pants and out it bounced. I held his balls with one hand and began stroking this length (which was a nice size) with the other before getting down on him licking and sucking.
Then I stood up beside him firmly holding his penis and I massaged it until I saw his spunk come shooting out over the floor.
We snogged and groped each other for a bit before dressing and making another appointment. I posed for him a few times after that and while I was nude we always messed around usually having oral sex and giving him a hand job.
In the meantime I began attending the art group and I made a couple of friends about my age one a lady S and the other a man Brian. We would meet up after the class for a drink and we got on well.
Now some of the class wanted a life model and the artist told me this would be my first event .The art group was small and the only man other than the artist was Brian. He was surprised and seemed quite pleased when he found I was to model.
Not all the class wanted to draw a nude, only about 5, so on the day I went into the adjoining bathroom took off my clothes and put a coat on to cover myself.I walked back into the art room and with my back to those who did not want to do a life session I undid my coat and revealed my naked body to the rest.
The artist had left it to me to make the pose but at that point Brian got up walked around the desks and approached me. My heart pumped faster as he had never seen me nude before. He came right up to me and moved my coat slightly off one shoulder and gently positioned me. When a friend sees you naked it certainly brings your relationship up to another level.
I sat at the class at least a dozen times in front of different men and women. There was one occasion when a man came and when I saw him I quite liked him. I was the model that day so I stripped naked in the bathroom and walked out into the class where I led out on a settee.
He was positioned directly in front of me and a couple of yards away. Brian who was to my side wanted me to position myself a certain way which I did but I didn’t realise at first that the new man was able to look right between my legs. I just hoped he enjoyed my pose.
Brian began inviting S and me to his flat for a meal and do some art. Our husbands didn’t mind because we were together and thought it was only a social thing which it was really but after a couple of visits Brian suggested we take turns to pose nude to practice our life painting.We were not in an art class now, we were in Brian’s home which was a bit different. S refused but I said I would if S was okay about it and she said she did not mind. We were sat in his lounge and as they had already seen me nude I stood up and we joked as I took everything off.
When I was naked Brian took us around his large flat and I modelled for them in various rooms. I stood or sprawled out before them feeling quite safe as S was there.
S became more confident after a few more occasions and she too stripped off so that Brian often had two women walking around his flat nude, posing for drawing and sometimes photographing. Brian often posed me and occasionally it was quite explicit.
Neither of us fancied him but I knew he fancied me as one evening after going for a drink and dropping S off he unexpectedly parked up and tried it on with me. He put his hand up my jumper undid my bra and began having a play with my tits.
I let him do it, as I had a drink and I liked him as a friend and just thought it was a bit of fun but he got so excited he got out his cock so to calm him down and in case he was hoping for a fuck I gripped my hand around his tool gave it a lick and rubbed him hard until he fired his load.
After that I didn’t go out with him alone and the only other time he touched me up was after a session of art at his flat. On that occasion we were all sat up against the bed board on his bed. Brian was in the middle and S and I were sat either side of him completely naked which we girls thought nothing of other than it being a bit naughty.
While chatting away he showed us a body lotion which he said was really good and it smelt lovely. Brian offered to cream us both with it, S refused but I like being creamed so I said he could do it to me. I stood in front of him as he creamed my entire body front and back as S led across the bed watching. He gave extra attention to my boobs and bum which made S and me giggle.
We posed and walked around his flat naked on quite a few occasions before it came to an end and once again it was because my neighbour was getting jealous about me going to out.
He also discovered I had been posing nude at art class. He was not however aware the artist ran another class at a seaside town nearby and that I had also posed there. The class was held between meals in a dining area of a large hotel. The room was big and overlooked the sea front.Because it was up a bit higher, public walking along the promenade could not look in.
It was fronted by glass panels for the length of a good 60 feet and the panels were ground level and up to a height of about 8 feet which offered diners a good view of the sea. Outside the windows was a narrow path that ran immediately along its length and a small grass garden area from the path to the lawn edge that overlooked the promenade.
On my first life session at the hotel I went into a rest room where I removed my bra. Then I had a quick chat with the artist as nothing had been agreed as to whether I would do topless or nude. I decided to pose topless initially.
Now this time I was quite nervous and excited. There were I think 14 people, equally divided between men and women. I looked around and recognised two ladies and one man from art trip we had been on the rest were strangers. I knew the man as Jim and on the art trip he had hanging around me and was a bit of a nuisance.
I stood in front of the class and as they looked on I dropped my dress straps freeing my arms and pulled down my dress exposing my breasts. I stood topless for about thirty minutes before we had a break.
I decided the next session, as there as were a good number of men, I would go nude.
In the rest room I removed my panties and returned to the art group who were getting ready.
The art session was in the middle of the room by the windows which I was stood right by and at a slight angle to them. The class was sat and stood arched in front of me except for one man who wanted to draw me from behind. I dropped the straps of my dress freeing my arms and then tugged the dress down over my boobs and over my thighs and let it slip to the floor fully exposing my body.
I stepped out the dress and put it on a nearby chair and I took up a pose . I then saw that two women were returning late. I had not noticed because I was nervous and had butterflies. I felt awkward just standing naked while they were getting ready. I glanced around and saw that Jim was looking at me with a big broad grin. Not bothering to fetch my dress to cover me I strolled across the room and stood right in front of him.
I knew he was hopeless at art so I told him to just concentrate on a part of me which would be easier. He didn’t say a word and hardly looked me in the face but kept looking at my breasts and pubes while smiling away, I think he never dreamt he would have the chance to see me starkers and nor did I!.The women were now ready so not getting an verbal response only ogling from Jim I turned away showing my bum and walked back to take up a pose.
For a life model the room wasn’t very private. I don’t know if any hotel staff saw me but it would have been possible as there were several doors into the room which were half glassed. Anyway while I was totally nude and bearing in mind I am only a couple of feet from the window I could hear a wet squelchy noise coming from the windows behind me and gradually getting closer. It soon became apparent it was a window cleaner. Now even accepting it was a lot of windows he certainly took his time cleaning them.
As he got almost level with me and having already a good view of my ass I thought maybe I should grab my dress and cover up my front but the artist nor anyone in the class said anything or seemed to take any notice of him and they were still drawing. I thought well it’s just one more person seeing me naked so I held the pose. I was slightly looking away into the room so I never made eye contact with the cleaner but he slowly moved along all the time getting a full frontal close up view of me.
I posed one one more time at the hotel in front of another group. Again while I was naked a young lad with a red helmet and yellow reflective jacket was sweeping the path outside. There were workmen on the premises and he was tidying up.
He would have a clear view of me in the altogether and I didn’t mind him having something to cheer him up. Ten minutes later two workmen were stood outside on the grass looking at plans and so say up towards the roof.They also would have seen me nude. I have to say they seemed quite discreet but again I was slightly looking away from the window so could only see them from the corner of my eye.
I haven’t done anymore posing because as I mentioned my lover had found out I had been doing it and wanted me to stop so although I don’t like being told what to do I let him win that argument.
As to nude modelling, I found it fun standing naked in front of other people particularly the men. Some people are very serious about posing and do it for the sake of art but I admit my reasoning was only partially that. I never got paid and somehow that would have ruined it for me.
When you first strip and you are standing in front of a stranger or strangers completely nude you will, if you are like me, probably get butterflies, feel nervous and tense but even more have a sense of thrill and excitement.
I would suggest going to small art groups rather than art schools where it seems its just a question of come in, get your kit off, pose in front of a class full of students and go home.When I enquired there was not even an interview they just expect you to turn up on the day and get on with it.
Art groups seem to me to be more fun and can lead to spin offs like mine. They are often looking for models or try joining one, life sessions will soon be mentioned and let them know you wouldn’t mind doing it to help them practice. Because you get to know some of the people you have the occasional bits of banter during a pose which relaxes you and the class.
One risk of posing locally is that you may bump into someone who was there. A man came up to me when I was shopping and cheekily said he nearly didn’t recognise me with my clothes on.He was from one of the seaside groups. I like to think he wouldn’t have said that had I been accompanied .
Between poses you can wander around the class while still undressed and have a chat . Normally you are expected to cover up but in informal art groups the class generally don’t seem to worry. Once during a break I meandered over to a man who I thought seemed a bit shy. He was new to my local group, so completely uncaring about my nudity and as a bit of a tease I engaged him in conversation for several minutes while the rest of the class were doing various stuff around me.
It amused me in that he was obviously nervous with me talking to him while I didn’t have a stitch on as he went red and started rambling about his garden. At the end of the lesson I had just had a word with the artist when I noticed that the man was still looking at me. He saw I spotted him and he rewarded me with a lovely smile. It was very sweet. I acknowledged him with a quick smile and nod before turning and walking away to fetch my clothes.
It is fun exhibiting yourself, it’s hard but just try to seem nonchalant.
My pics:
https://www.truthordarepics.com/exhibitionists/maturemodel/
He wasn’t just fun in bed he was good in bed.I loved having sex with him, it was a delight because he never failed to make me cum .
Now I was a bit miffed with him in that he had gone on holiday with his wife for 4 weeks and I was a bit bored too. I had also given up Johnnie who was a member of an international band who I would meet two or three times a year in hotel rooms. I had tired our sexual exploits, he never really satisfied me and anyway my lover didn’t trust me going to concerts and meeting people at hotels. He was more suspicious than my husband. ( see late starter groupie Feb 24 ).
https://truthordarepics.com/post/erotic-story/9404-late-star ter-groupie
Now I do like arts and crafts and my husband had suggested I join a local art group for a hobby.I hadn’t taken the idea seriously but one afternoon I walked up to the tourist area of my village and to a courtyard where I knew was an art studio. I went to the window and saw that art classes were run once a week from another shop nearby. There was a man in the studio painting at an easel and a thought came to me in that I wondered if he painted nudes.
I dared myself to ask him so as there was no one else in the studio I walked inside and after a very brief introduction I asked if he needed life models for his classes. He told me he was always looking for volunteers and if I was interested I could come back later when he would close up for an interview which I agreed to.
I wasn’t sure what his interview entailed but just in case I bathed and put on a dress I could easily slip off. Later whilst making my way back to the studio and still debating whether or not to go through with the idea I found my self back in the courtyard. He was still sat at the window painting so taking a deep breath I went inside. The studio itself was not very big being about 15 feet long and 10 feet wide.
It had a large glass frontage which the artist sat by and people could look from the outside in. As you entered the studio it opened up to the right. From the far wall for a distance of about 10feet and six feet high was a screen. To go behind the screen you just walked forward from the door and turned right. The width behind the screen was only about 4 feet.At the far end was a sink and next to it a table.
On entering we said our hello’s and he stood up and locked the studio door. The interview consisted of him telling me to go behind the screen and take off all my clothes. I was amazed he could instruct a women he didn’t know and with virtually no conversation to strip off in such a matter of fact way. I went behind the screen and down to the table where I removed my coat and placed it there. As I did this the artist came in with his chair and sitting 4 or 5 feet away with pencil and pad in hand commenced to watch me.
I was fairly nervous but nonetheless I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it.I was side on to the artist who was still looking at me. I unfastened my bra, took it off and then pulled down my panties which I put on the table with the rest of my clothes. I felt shy so I kept my shoes on for modesty.
I then turned and faced the artist clasping my hands behind my back. Like I had done with Johnnie, here I was with no clothes on, in a one to one situation with a man I had only known for a few minutes .
Having watched me undress he began to draw me.I must have stood nude in front of him for around 10 minutes when someone was tapping the shop door. We had to stop but he told me I needed to come back the next day as he wanted to finish my sketch.
I returned as arranged and it was the same format. He locked the door told me to go behind the screen and remove my clothes. He followed me in and watched me strip and take up the same pose as before.
I felt more relaxed and we nattered about this and that and for me to start going to his art classes. At the end of the session I walked up to his seat as by now I was comfortable being nude and I stood next to him as he sat showing me his drawings. If I was honest I didn’t think much of his sketches but I did like being naked in front of him not because I fancied him ,which I didn’t, but because I was getting a kick out of it.
After a while I went back to get my clothes and he followed me as he wanted to get to the sink. It was a bit of a tight squeeze and in order to pass me he slapped my bottom to make me make room.I giggled at this and he asked me if I liked being spanked and I said I didn’t mind. He picked up an 18 inch wooden ruler and asked what about with this and I laughed nodding okay.
I had been spanked several times by my neighbour with a small wooden paddle, used to push back in settee coverings. He would pull down my panties put me over his knees and smack my bare bum with it so I knew I could endure some pain. I let the artist lead me back to his chair where he told me to bend over.
I lent over and grasped the chair sticking my bottom up and he patted my inner thighs to spread my legs a foot or so and then began to thrash me, fairly hard at first then harder and harder and my it stung. As I said I can stand a lot of pain but in the end I had to give up and holding my hot cheeks I turned and faced him. He grabbed hold of a boob and while squeezing it reached down stroking my pubic hair but I stopped him as his hands were nice and cold so I made him hold my bum to help to cool it down.
I was pressed against him and I could feel his cock was erect so I undid his trousers and pulled them down with his pants and out it bounced. I held his balls with one hand and began stroking this length (which was a nice size) with the other before getting down on him licking and sucking.
Then I stood up beside him firmly holding his penis and I massaged it until I saw his spunk come shooting out over the floor.
We snogged and groped each other for a bit before dressing and making another appointment. I posed for him a few times after that and while I was nude we always messed around usually having oral sex and giving him a hand job.
In the meantime I began attending the art group and I made a couple of friends about my age one a lady S and the other a man Brian. We would meet up after the class for a drink and we got on well.
Now some of the class wanted a life model and the artist told me this would be my first event .The art group was small and the only man other than the artist was Brian. He was surprised and seemed quite pleased when he found I was to model.
Not all the class wanted to draw a nude, only about 5, so on the day I went into the adjoining bathroom took off my clothes and put a coat on to cover myself.I walked back into the art room and with my back to those who did not want to do a life session I undid my coat and revealed my naked body to the rest.
The artist had left it to me to make the pose but at that point Brian got up walked around the desks and approached me. My heart pumped faster as he had never seen me nude before. He came right up to me and moved my coat slightly off one shoulder and gently positioned me. When a friend sees you naked it certainly brings your relationship up to another level.
I sat at the class at least a dozen times in front of different men and women. There was one occasion when a man came and when I saw him I quite liked him. I was the model that day so I stripped naked in the bathroom and walked out into the class where I led out on a settee.
He was positioned directly in front of me and a couple of yards away. Brian who was to my side wanted me to position myself a certain way which I did but I didn’t realise at first that the new man was able to look right between my legs. I just hoped he enjoyed my pose.
Brian began inviting S and me to his flat for a meal and do some art. Our husbands didn’t mind because we were together and thought it was only a social thing which it was really but after a couple of visits Brian suggested we take turns to pose nude to practice our life painting.We were not in an art class now, we were in Brian’s home which was a bit different. S refused but I said I would if S was okay about it and she said she did not mind. We were sat in his lounge and as they had already seen me nude I stood up and we joked as I took everything off.
When I was naked Brian took us around his large flat and I modelled for them in various rooms. I stood or sprawled out before them feeling quite safe as S was there.
S became more confident after a few more occasions and she too stripped off so that Brian often had two women walking around his flat nude, posing for drawing and sometimes photographing. Brian often posed me and occasionally it was quite explicit.
Neither of us fancied him but I knew he fancied me as one evening after going for a drink and dropping S off he unexpectedly parked up and tried it on with me. He put his hand up my jumper undid my bra and began having a play with my tits.
I let him do it, as I had a drink and I liked him as a friend and just thought it was a bit of fun but he got so excited he got out his cock so to calm him down and in case he was hoping for a fuck I gripped my hand around his tool gave it a lick and rubbed him hard until he fired his load.
After that I didn’t go out with him alone and the only other time he touched me up was after a session of art at his flat. On that occasion we were all sat up against the bed board on his bed. Brian was in the middle and S and I were sat either side of him completely naked which we girls thought nothing of other than it being a bit naughty.
While chatting away he showed us a body lotion which he said was really good and it smelt lovely. Brian offered to cream us both with it, S refused but I like being creamed so I said he could do it to me. I stood in front of him as he creamed my entire body front and back as S led across the bed watching. He gave extra attention to my boobs and bum which made S and me giggle.
We posed and walked around his flat naked on quite a few occasions before it came to an end and once again it was because my neighbour was getting jealous about me going to out.
He also discovered I had been posing nude at art class. He was not however aware the artist ran another class at a seaside town nearby and that I had also posed there. The class was held between meals in a dining area of a large hotel. The room was big and overlooked the sea front.Because it was up a bit higher, public walking along the promenade could not look in.
It was fronted by glass panels for the length of a good 60 feet and the panels were ground level and up to a height of about 8 feet which offered diners a good view of the sea. Outside the windows was a narrow path that ran immediately along its length and a small grass garden area from the path to the lawn edge that overlooked the promenade.
On my first life session at the hotel I went into a rest room where I removed my bra. Then I had a quick chat with the artist as nothing had been agreed as to whether I would do topless or nude. I decided to pose topless initially.
Now this time I was quite nervous and excited. There were I think 14 people, equally divided between men and women. I looked around and recognised two ladies and one man from art trip we had been on the rest were strangers. I knew the man as Jim and on the art trip he had hanging around me and was a bit of a nuisance.
I stood in front of the class and as they looked on I dropped my dress straps freeing my arms and pulled down my dress exposing my breasts. I stood topless for about thirty minutes before we had a break.
I decided the next session, as there as were a good number of men, I would go nude.
In the rest room I removed my panties and returned to the art group who were getting ready.
The art session was in the middle of the room by the windows which I was stood right by and at a slight angle to them. The class was sat and stood arched in front of me except for one man who wanted to draw me from behind. I dropped the straps of my dress freeing my arms and then tugged the dress down over my boobs and over my thighs and let it slip to the floor fully exposing my body.
I stepped out the dress and put it on a nearby chair and I took up a pose . I then saw that two women were returning late. I had not noticed because I was nervous and had butterflies. I felt awkward just standing naked while they were getting ready. I glanced around and saw that Jim was looking at me with a big broad grin. Not bothering to fetch my dress to cover me I strolled across the room and stood right in front of him.
I knew he was hopeless at art so I told him to just concentrate on a part of me which would be easier. He didn’t say a word and hardly looked me in the face but kept looking at my breasts and pubes while smiling away, I think he never dreamt he would have the chance to see me starkers and nor did I!.The women were now ready so not getting an verbal response only ogling from Jim I turned away showing my bum and walked back to take up a pose.
For a life model the room wasn’t very private. I don’t know if any hotel staff saw me but it would have been possible as there were several doors into the room which were half glassed. Anyway while I was totally nude and bearing in mind I am only a couple of feet from the window I could hear a wet squelchy noise coming from the windows behind me and gradually getting closer. It soon became apparent it was a window cleaner. Now even accepting it was a lot of windows he certainly took his time cleaning them.
As he got almost level with me and having already a good view of my ass I thought maybe I should grab my dress and cover up my front but the artist nor anyone in the class said anything or seemed to take any notice of him and they were still drawing. I thought well it’s just one more person seeing me naked so I held the pose. I was slightly looking away into the room so I never made eye contact with the cleaner but he slowly moved along all the time getting a full frontal close up view of me.
I posed one one more time at the hotel in front of another group. Again while I was naked a young lad with a red helmet and yellow reflective jacket was sweeping the path outside. There were workmen on the premises and he was tidying up.
He would have a clear view of me in the altogether and I didn’t mind him having something to cheer him up. Ten minutes later two workmen were stood outside on the grass looking at plans and so say up towards the roof.They also would have seen me nude. I have to say they seemed quite discreet but again I was slightly looking away from the window so could only see them from the corner of my eye.
I haven’t done anymore posing because as I mentioned my lover had found out I had been doing it and wanted me to stop so although I don’t like being told what to do I let him win that argument.
As to nude modelling, I found it fun standing naked in front of other people particularly the men. Some people are very serious about posing and do it for the sake of art but I admit my reasoning was only partially that. I never got paid and somehow that would have ruined it for me.
When you first strip and you are standing in front of a stranger or strangers completely nude you will, if you are like me, probably get butterflies, feel nervous and tense but even more have a sense of thrill and excitement.
I would suggest going to small art groups rather than art schools where it seems its just a question of come in, get your kit off, pose in front of a class full of students and go home.When I enquired there was not even an interview they just expect you to turn up on the day and get on with it.
Art groups seem to me to be more fun and can lead to spin offs like mine. They are often looking for models or try joining one, life sessions will soon be mentioned and let them know you wouldn’t mind doing it to help them practice. Because you get to know some of the people you have the occasional bits of banter during a pose which relaxes you and the class.
One risk of posing locally is that you may bump into someone who was there. A man came up to me when I was shopping and cheekily said he nearly didn’t recognise me with my clothes on.He was from one of the seaside groups. I like to think he wouldn’t have said that had I been accompanied .
Between poses you can wander around the class while still undressed and have a chat . Normally you are expected to cover up but in informal art groups the class generally don’t seem to worry. Once during a break I meandered over to a man who I thought seemed a bit shy. He was new to my local group, so completely uncaring about my nudity and as a bit of a tease I engaged him in conversation for several minutes while the rest of the class were doing various stuff around me.
It amused me in that he was obviously nervous with me talking to him while I didn’t have a stitch on as he went red and started rambling about his garden. At the end of the lesson I had just had a word with the artist when I noticed that the man was still looking at me. He saw I spotted him and he rewarded me with a lovely smile. It was very sweet. I acknowledged him with a quick smile and nod before turning and walking away to fetch my clothes.
It is fun exhibiting yourself, it’s hard but just try to seem nonchalant.
My pics:
https://www.truthordarepics.com/exhibitionists/maturemodel/
Poster:
Di
