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17/10/2024
My wife is hot. She hates confrontation and she hates to think of causing anyone any trouble. I have this fantasy where she has been asked by a close friend to stand in at the last minute as the model for a life drawing class.
She’s self conscious - common theme on this site! but gorgeous.
Anyway she doesn’t want to let her friend down so she begrudgingly agrees.
She wears a simple floral flowing skirt and a white tank with white lingerie underneath.
The class is at a local community hall. When she arrives she’s instantly nervous. Firstly, there are way more people than she expected, and secondly they’re all men.
The professor is also a man, slightly older than us, quite attractive and very kind to her. He’s really reassuring that all she needs to do is sit there for 2 poses, 30min each. He pours her a glass of wine and acknowledges to the class their gratitude at her standing in at short notice. She finally relaxes.
The tutor professionally arranges her in the first pose. She’s seated on a low stool and he turns her chin so she’s looking out the window to get the best light on her face. He gently pulls both her shoulders back and she feels her breasts thrust out against the thin material of the tank. She sits like that completely still for thirty minutes. She does find it odd to be the subject of so many intense stares but the students are courteous and respectful and her initial blush fades.
After thirty minutes there’s a short break and she makes small talk with the students. The professor claps his hands and they all filter back to their spots and start preparing their second canvas and pencils. Meanwhile the professor puts a plastic storage tub beside her.
“OK,” says the prof with a faint European accent “I’ve got the tub here, you can put your clothes in there. Then we’ll do the nude module and you’re done.”
Her mind is suddenly going 100 miles an hour. What the fuck? Sarah didn’t tell her anything about any nude posing!! She’d have never offered if she knew that!
But as her panic rose she looked around and realized there were 16 men all looking at her very matter of fact, waiting to get on with their class.
As much as the thought of undressing in front of them appalled her, it was clearly a standard part of the class. Despite her intense embarrassment it was overpowered by the thought of letting them all down. After all, it’s just a body. So almost in a trance she stood, turned away from them and took off her top.
Skirt was next, leaving her in just a g-string and lacy bra. Bra next and then she slid the g-string down her thighs, trying hard not to bend too far forward in case they glimpsed her pussy. She folded her clothes into the tin and turned, demurely covering her breasts and bare pussy. “OK, good, now we get you to sit again on this stool” said the prof. She did trying frantically not to make eye contact with anyone. Again, he turned her face slightly towards the light.
But then he gently grasped her right hand and placed it on her right knee. Her breasts fell as her modesty was further compromised. It took severe biting of her bottom lip to stop her running out of the room. Then he guided her left hand from between her legs and placed it on her left knee. She almost died at what came next: he pushed a little arch into her back, making her high, tight breasts stand up. And then the final positioning.
He gently took her knees and spread them wide, as wide as they could go. He stood back with a face of intense appraisal and nodded to himself with professional satisfaction. “OK good, we are ready. Are you ok like that for 30 minutes? All she could do is nod.
She had never felt more exposed. She expected leers, winks or people nudging each other but instead everyone was again very respectful and diligent in their work. She felt herself just relax a tiny amount. Tiny. But enough to then take in the fact that she could feel a warmth in her wide open labia.
She realized that this unplanned and unexpected exposure was in fact turning her on more than she’d ever thought possible. She was almost worried that there would be visible moisture that would give her away but luckily at that money the proud clapped again and handed her back the tub.she frantically dressed and practically ran out of the studio, exchanging thank yous with the men as the passed them.
It took every power in her body to wait till she’d driven around the corner before she started touching herself.
She’s self conscious - common theme on this site! but gorgeous.
Anyway she doesn’t want to let her friend down so she begrudgingly agrees.
She wears a simple floral flowing skirt and a white tank with white lingerie underneath.
The class is at a local community hall. When she arrives she’s instantly nervous. Firstly, there are way more people than she expected, and secondly they’re all men.
The professor is also a man, slightly older than us, quite attractive and very kind to her. He’s really reassuring that all she needs to do is sit there for 2 poses, 30min each. He pours her a glass of wine and acknowledges to the class their gratitude at her standing in at short notice. She finally relaxes.
The tutor professionally arranges her in the first pose. She’s seated on a low stool and he turns her chin so she’s looking out the window to get the best light on her face. He gently pulls both her shoulders back and she feels her breasts thrust out against the thin material of the tank. She sits like that completely still for thirty minutes. She does find it odd to be the subject of so many intense stares but the students are courteous and respectful and her initial blush fades.
After thirty minutes there’s a short break and she makes small talk with the students. The professor claps his hands and they all filter back to their spots and start preparing their second canvas and pencils. Meanwhile the professor puts a plastic storage tub beside her.
“OK,” says the prof with a faint European accent “I’ve got the tub here, you can put your clothes in there. Then we’ll do the nude module and you’re done.”
Her mind is suddenly going 100 miles an hour. What the fuck? Sarah didn’t tell her anything about any nude posing!! She’d have never offered if she knew that!
But as her panic rose she looked around and realized there were 16 men all looking at her very matter of fact, waiting to get on with their class.
As much as the thought of undressing in front of them appalled her, it was clearly a standard part of the class. Despite her intense embarrassment it was overpowered by the thought of letting them all down. After all, it’s just a body. So almost in a trance she stood, turned away from them and took off her top.
Skirt was next, leaving her in just a g-string and lacy bra. Bra next and then she slid the g-string down her thighs, trying hard not to bend too far forward in case they glimpsed her pussy. She folded her clothes into the tin and turned, demurely covering her breasts and bare pussy. “OK, good, now we get you to sit again on this stool” said the prof. She did trying frantically not to make eye contact with anyone. Again, he turned her face slightly towards the light.
But then he gently grasped her right hand and placed it on her right knee. Her breasts fell as her modesty was further compromised. It took severe biting of her bottom lip to stop her running out of the room. Then he guided her left hand from between her legs and placed it on her left knee. She almost died at what came next: he pushed a little arch into her back, making her high, tight breasts stand up. And then the final positioning.
He gently took her knees and spread them wide, as wide as they could go. He stood back with a face of intense appraisal and nodded to himself with professional satisfaction. “OK good, we are ready. Are you ok like that for 30 minutes? All she could do is nod.
She had never felt more exposed. She expected leers, winks or people nudging each other but instead everyone was again very respectful and diligent in their work. She felt herself just relax a tiny amount. Tiny. But enough to then take in the fact that she could feel a warmth in her wide open labia.
She realized that this unplanned and unexpected exposure was in fact turning her on more than she’d ever thought possible. She was almost worried that there would be visible moisture that would give her away but luckily at that money the proud clapped again and handed her back the tub.she frantically dressed and practically ran out of the studio, exchanging thank yous with the men as the passed them.
It took every power in her body to wait till she’d driven around the corner before she started touching herself.
Poster:
Tommy
