Today started as any other normal day would, I got up got dressed and went to class. That all changed when I arrived at my painting class. Today's lecture was on artists that work exclusively on nude paintings. As the class ended and students started shuffling out of the room Professor Carlton hollered, "and don't forget to bring your materials next class, we will be working with a live model to create our own nude works of art."
The prospect of having a nude model come in for us to capture made my slit moist. A random handsome man sitting in front of me naked, could this class get any better? I have always wanted to paint a live subject, but I never imaged my first experience to be with a nude model.
The next time our class met, we were immediately introduced to our male model, Mr. Nathaniel Muse. God he was gorgeous, like god sculpted him himself just for my enjoyment. His rippling biceps and toned abs were so deliciously wonderful. I had to stop myself from drooling. Painting him would be my pleasure. I began my painting and before I knew it class was over and Professor Carlton announced that Mr. Muse would be back for two more sessions to allow us to complete our paintings.
I have an open period for the next hour and a half after my painting class. I practically ran to my car and tore down my shorts to get myself off. It was the most satisfying release I have ever experienced after staring at that beautiful man for two solid hours.
The rest of the week was rather typical and I counted down the hours until my next painting class. When Wednesday arrived I made sure to take extra time to make myself look extra presentable. I got dressed in my favorite teal suede panties and matching bralette. I threw on a slouchy tank that exposed my ample breasts and open back, paired with jean shorts. If this outfit didn't make me look desirable, I don't know what would.
At the end of class Professor Carlton announced that Mr. Muse would be taking a walk around the room to see how our masterpieces were coming along. He paused for a moment at every canvas making polite comments. Eventually he made his way to my canvas. He bent down and whispered in my ear "Your work is almost as lovely as you my dear." I felt the goose bumps spread across my arms. Lord how does he have this effect on me! I watched as he walked to the back of the room to change into his cloths. Just as he reached the door he turned his head and winked at me. I nearly melted in my seat.
For the next three days I dreamed of Mr. Muse and the next time we would meet. I dreamed of his perfect body, and the way my body responded when he when he whispered in my ear. I couldn't contain myself any longer; I had to have him. For the next class I put on my hunter green top with a plunging neckline and no bra. Its chilly in the classroom so there was no hiding my rock hard nipples. Another two hours passed as I put the final touches on my canvas. After class everyone thanked Mr. Muse for taking time to model for the class and handed in their work as they left the class. I was just about to hand Professor Carlton my piece when suddenly my mouth had a mind of its own. "Professor Carlton, if it is alright with Mr. Muse would you mind if I stayed and worked a bit longer. I think my piece would benefit to spend a little extra time on the facial expression."
"Why yes of course, if it is okay with Mr. Muse you may say as long as you like. There are no other classes in this room for the rest of the day so just make sure you lock up and leave your canvas with the others."
"Thank you professor! I will ask Mr. Muse if he would be interested in hanging around for a little while longer."
"Have a great afternoon Clarissa, I'm excited to see your final product."
After professor Carlton left I sat back down at my station and kept working on my piece until Mr. Muse walked out of the back room dressed in just a pair of sweatpants, allowing me to continue staring at his naked chest.
