05 Naked And Unafraid

This is a rewrite of parts of an original story of the same name to make it easier to read.

Where can you go where you are expected to be naked and I'm not talking about the obvious nude beach or nudist colony?

As my planning developed, I kept trying to think of ways to get naked without worrying about upsetting others.

Some days during warmer weather I would walk part of the way home from work. I would vary my route just so it didn't get boring. On one of these days, I was going past a building that I had walked by several times before. I happened to glance in the windows at nothing in particular as I was passing by and I thought I saw a nude painting. I stopped and sure enough it was and there were a few other sketches of nude people. These appeared to be part of a display as well as other kinds of drawings and some sculptures. I looked up at the building and realized that it was an art school. I had not noticed it before this. I thought it was just another office building. I continued on my way home and started thinking.

The next day I looked up the phone number for the art school; I called and asked if they needed models. They had plenty at that time, but I could come by and fill out an application. I found out that the studios were upstairs from the lobby of the same building that I had walked by.

I went there during lunch the same day I called. I filled out a simple application. The receptionist told me to just call daily to see if they needed anyone for the next day. I asked if experience was needed and she said, "No, but practice some poses." I also asked if it mattered that I was older. I was mid-forties at the time. She told me that they had a model in his sixties. I also asked if the models posed nude; I obviously knew the answer. She said that usually they did and asked if that was a problem. I told her that it wasn't, that I was just curious.

I called for a few days and each day they had enough help. I finally gave up, deciding that it was a good idea that just didn't work out.

About four months later, I got a call asking if I was available the next day; I responded. "Absolutely." I had no idea what to expect. I asked what I needed to do. I was told just to dress casually and bring a robe. The instructor would tell me what to do during the class. I was going to have to disappear from work for a couple of hours. I would make it up at the end of the day. I practiced my poses at home that evening and put a robe in my work bag.

I went to work the next day. I knew I had no meetings and was able to slip away. I showed up at the art school a few minutes early only to be told that somebody had just gotten there ahead of me and that they would not need me. This surprised me because I thought it was a firm assignment, but I guess they must overbook just in case somebody doesn't show up.

As I walked away, the receptionist told me to wait. She checked with the instructor and he said that since I was already there he would use two models for the session. Now a few of my fears surfaced - what if the other person is a pro and I'm a clumsy oaf - what if its a beautiful woman and I get a hard-on - what if I'm not good looking enough. This was all settled quickly. The other model was a somewhat overweight middle-aged woman that was not very attractive. Please do not take offense - I do not mean this in a derogatory way. After all, I'm not the most handsome guy in the world. It simple put my fears to rest - It showed me that you did not have to be one of "the beautiful people" to do this. And as it turned out I was so focused on holding my pose that all of these fears disappeared.

So, off I went into the unknown. The instructor had her go topless and sit in a chair in front of about a dozen students. He had me get completely naked and sit on the floor beside her legs with my left arm resting on her right thigh which was covered by her skirt. This was called the long pose. After about 45 minutes we took a break and then resumed for another 45 minutes.

During the break I put on the robe that I had brought with me and walked around looking at the drawings. They were actually quite good of both of us.

One thing I had briefly thought about when I first planned on trying this model thing was how students would react to my almost bald pubic area. I had mentioned body hair in the story of my first planned adventure. Since then, I had been gradually thinning my pubic hair using tweezers and vitamin E oil. I was now at a point where my hair, which was light in color anyway, had noticeably thinned and what hair that was there was short. My penis and balls were clearly visible; not hidden at all by hair. I liked the way it looked, but I didn't know how younger people would perceive it.

I had since forgotten about my concern until I saw the drawings. My pubic area was distinctly drawn, not some scratchy bush of hair. I guess they were used to seeing this sort of thing.

After the second segment was over, we were done. Normally there is a long pose, a break, and then a series of short poses. He skipped the short poses I assume because there were two subjects which took extra time for the students to draw.

I called into the school daily during the next week and got no further assignments. Again, I gave up. I figured that the call was just a fluke or the instructor wasn't impressed with me as a model.

However, three months later I got another call for a late afternoon session. Again, I was excited. This time it was after work and my wife happened to be at our lake house with the kids that week.

This was a solo performance. During the long pose, which I did in a reclined position, I was so relaxed that I actually dozed off a second or two- I hoped they didn't notice. During the break, I again looked at the drawings and was impressed. Then the short poses went well. I remember that one pose was like I was throwing a spear. I did a few others that were athletic-type poses. The one pose I liked best was my version of the DaVinci man stretched out within a circle. I felt like I was completely exposed and vulnerable including my bald penis and balls, my body completely on display for better or worse.

I was never called back. I decided that the first call was during Spring Break and the second call during the summer and that at both of these times all their usual college-age models were not available. I figured that the school had their regulars and that I was way down the list of back-up models.

The school has since moved and I have not done anything like this again. Now I'm just too old.

These two sessions however were priceless for me; I was completely naked and the only one naked in front of a bunch of people and completely relaxed. It is how I imagine a stripper must feel when performing; people staring at me and my every move and me, enjoying every second of their staring. It also showed me that I had no fear of being naked in front of people. It settled in my mind once for all that my caution at be naked in public was not our of fear, but concern for the feelings of others and caution about getting into legal trouble.

I felt as free as I had ever felt when I was doing these sessions.