I place an ad in the local arts paper looking for new models.
The ones I've been using either just left with no word or were losing my interest.
My little studio is filled with the mess and clutter that is my work. Feeling a need to work on my basics again, my ad calls for someone willing to pose nude for extended periods for life study in a private studio.
Some applicants show up at the coffee shop where I requested to meet them.
All were uninteresting. I smiled politely and said I would call. Sitting there waiting, I see you come in. You look around and cautiously walk over to me, asking if I'm Gina. I recognize your voice from your phone call and I'm taken with you, trying not to look at you too much. We chat a bit and I tell you of my plans. Asking if you don't mind doing nude posing, you laugh and blush saying you never have but were always curious to see how someone would draw you. I tell you that you'll get that chance and we make arrangements.
The following week, you come to me in a rainstorm. It's after 5, this is just some extra money for you to make. I tell you "You should have called..it's crazy to be out in this weather." You laugh as you shake the rain from your hair telling me you wouldn't miss it for a tornado. We laugh nervously and I try to get business like, showing you the changing "closet" with a old robe hanging on a nail.
As you shuck of your clothes, I proceed to be all work , setting up the platform with some fabric and adjusting the pole lights.
I hear you stepping out and tell you to hop on up you stand there in a too small robe barely covering your half aroused uncut erection that I try not to notice. Turning from you I tell you to try a series of poses, telling you to move this arm that way and so on. My eyes take in your body, caressing down your back, over your tight ass. Behind my easel and newprint pad, I cough, tell you we're going to do croquies, quick 2 minute poses for 10 minutes.
You nod and say you sort of know what I'm talking about. My conte' flies over the paper capturing your form.
The room is warm and I feel sweat forming on my brow and I see it on your skin as well.
We break for a bit, you wrap the robe around you and look at the work, smiling. You've never seen your body drawn before, never seen
your cock on paper. I feel flushed when you say that, hearing the word cock form in your mouth.
After the break I decide to place you on a chair on the platform. I tell you, "I would like to paint you.. would it be ok?" You tell me yes that would be great. As you stand looking to me for direction. I get up on the platform with you placing you in the chair, posing you, my hands touch your skin and I hear you sigh softly.
My heart skips a beat.