As I walked into the empty room, I set my bag on the permanently dirty table and smelled the charcoal in the air. The familiarity was nice, but right now I'd rather be anywhere else. Opening my bag, I dug out the syllabus, and checked out the plan for today.
"First class with live model: 2 minute gestures, lesson, break, 30 min pose." Hmm... better change those to 5 minute poses, then maybe 2 minutes after lesson. Although, getting Olivia to do too many gestures will be a nightmare... 'Damn model is so prissy,' I thought as I paced around the room adjusting chairs and turning on lights.
Picking up the clipboard by the door, I look at the schedule sheet. "Andy" was written under model slot for my class. New model... Great. I'm going to have to teach him gestures, hear him complain about the long sitting, and look at endless awkward dick drawings, or ken dolls from the timid...
"Hey teach!" the first student in threw in my direction. He was a nice guy, not very good at art, but cool to have in class. There was such a range of talent in here, but today would be interesting. The first day with a live model is always uncomfortable, getting everyone used to staring at and actually seeing the details of a naked person is surprisingly difficult.
As the others filtered in, I continued prep around the room and thought about my own first model. A 65-year-old alcoholic with a fat red nose and a gut that hung over his withered gray ball sack and nub of a penis. To give him a little credit, it is always cold in these classrooms.
"Are you Craig?" asked a tall, lithe, hippy girl with long burgundy hair and a dozen rings on her fingers.
"That's me" I said questioningly, I didnt remember any mention of a new student.
"I'm Andy, I'll be your model for this class! It's nice to meet you" She offered her hand and I shook it as realization and pure thrill ran through me.
"Nice to meet you too, Andy. Looking forward to working with you... Have you modeled before? I dont remember seeing you." I would fucking remember seeing you naked.
"Yeah, I've done a few sessions with the other class on Mondays, but still pretty new to it. Feel free to give me notes, I want you to get what you want out of me." she said with a completely innocent tone and smile, while my cock jumped in my pants at the idea of getting what I wanted out of her.
"I'll keep it in mind, thanks... I set your robe out on that table, if you need anything else let me know." She whipped her head around to locate the robe, making her hair shift and send a wave of warm, sweet, smells directly to my nose. I caught myself from falling forward, drawn as I was to her, and really tried not to check out her ass as she turned. I would get to see her naked in less than five minutes.... was it all that wrong to get a taste before? My resolve breaking as she walked away from me toward the table, I measured her long legs with my eyes and settled on a perky, muscular ass, before remembering there was a class full of students that could be watching me perv on this girl. Luckily, when I directed my attention at the class, most had their backs to me, getting their easels set. 'Might not be such a bad day after all', I thought as I addressed the class and began the introduction.
"So we're not going to have time for the details. We focus on the position of her body, the angles of her limbs compared to her torso, and try to capture the action she is portraying. Any questions?" I heard the door snick shut, signaling her return from undressing and only cloaked in a lightweight robe, and really tried to keep my excitement to a minimum in front of my students. "Alright, lets get started!" 'Too much Craig... Tone it down.' "Andy, would you come over here?" She strode confidently to me as the students took their positions at the easels. "Alright," I said just to her, "we're going to start with a few 5-minute gestures to get them used to the speed, then ill bump it down to 2 minutes and we'll play around with what works best for everyone before the break. After, we'll do a 20-30 minute pose, is that alright with you?"
"Definitely!" She said, all perky,
"There's a stool"- I started to say before she yanked the bow of her robe loose and opened the front, exposing herself right in front of me, "over there for your robe and water if you like." I was barely able to say in a normal voice. Usually the models, especially the females waited until the absolute last minute to disrobe, and did it very subtly, as if a room full of strangers wasn't about to stare at their naked bodies.
My eyes followed her hands down the middle of her chest between two moderately sized but perky young tits, topped with pink pencil eraser nipples and oval-shaped areolae, over the flat plane of her stomach, and settled on the dirty-blonde, triangle of trimmed hair on her pubis, mentally noting that her head hair was dyed.
"Thanks." she said jerking my attention back to her face, where I attempted to pretend it was the whole time, only to meet her knowing stare. I turned away from her to address the class, prepping them for the timed drawing, and mostly because I don't think I could have kept the blood from rushing to my cock if I had watched her slide that robe down the rest of her young tightness. I needed to be on the other side of the room, the other side of everyone's attention before I turned and saw the rest of her.
Walking away to the outer edge of the circle of easels and adjusting myself so that my cock would be restrained by my waistband, I heard the settling of papers, the proper charcoal being selected, the robe settling on the stool, and then the silence of readiness, before I turned and saw her in pose.
She was exquisite. Her arms stretched over her head and twined together, a light arch in her back, and a foot raised on tiptoe, bending her knee, and tilting her hips invitingly. It was perfect, everyone in the circle had an interesting view. A natural.
"Ready?" Hopefully only I heard the quiver in my voice. "Begin." I stated and heard the immediate scratch of charcoal on paper. I walked the circle watching them draw with occasional glances at her and felt jealous. These beginners, they had a hot as fuck model and were too afraid to stare at her. They got to look at her and draw her while I was stuck sneaking glances and looking at their shitty renditions of her perfect pose. Each pad of paper was more disappointing than the last, or maybe I was growing more and more impatient with my inability to stare, until my phone's timer rang. Pencils were dropped and I couldn't help myself.
"Hold that for a second if you would Andy." I asked her and she nodded slightly. I rushed to my table and grabbed a pad and pencil to do a "demonstration".
"Everyone gather behind me, Ben would you start the 2-minute timer on my phone? I'm going to show you guys what I mean." I set up on the easel right in front of her and nodded to Ben to start it, I looked at her and found her staring at me... Looking straight into my eyes. I was frozen, paralyzed by her long naked body and her piercing gaze. All I could think about was her looking at me like that, while I arched her back that perfectly.. and held her arms over her head like that, as I filled her with my cum... I had to draw her. Then I was yanked back to reality, realizing that was exactly what everyone was waiting for me to do.
I scribbled and sketched quickly the lines of her limbs and angles of her joints while babbling on about "art shit". This wasn't a lesson, this was a chance for me to gawk openly at this nymph-like creature.
My heart sank as I heard the timer and nodded at Andy to relieve her of the position. I looked to my drawing and was surprised it was not bad considering that was not the aim of the last two minutes for me. My motive was to get to look at every single line in her body... Memorize the shape of her thighs, the swell of her tit, the sway of her calf down to her ankle, the delicate ripples in the arches of her rib cage. I'd never get to look at her long enough.
We continued with gestures and to my surprise, my indulgent "lesson" might have actually worked, the students' drawings were getting better. I was able to actually hold attention long enough to do my job now, but I had to push away the anticipation for the long pose. Break couldn't come fast enough. I knew for the long draw, I'd get to pose her, stare at her, maybe even draw for a few minutes.
Last pose before the break and I broke. I'm pretty sure the groan that escaped my chest was audible when I looked to Andy to check that she was ready and saw her on her hands and knees, in a mid-crawl pose. Her head was raised to keep her eyes from the students, her hair hung down, splitting over her shoulder, her back had a gentle curve down to her rounded ass, her stomach impossibly close to her spine from this angle, thighs split underneath her in an inviting "v"-shape and her lower legs and feet were back up in the air with her toes pointed. She looked entirely feline, the way her scapula were raised supporting her weight, and the way she was only touching the charcoal caked floor with her fingertips and knees, barely in contact with it, the way cats seem to fear the ground.
"Begin." I said as I circled the students. I dont remember looking at a single drawing pad, wanting to see every single aspect of this. Burn it into my memory. One full circle and I had to stop to draw a few lines to ensure I wouldn't forget her exact angles before circling once more. When the timer went off, there were noises of complaint throughout the room, I wasn't the only one enjoying it. "Can you hold it a little longer Andy?"
"Sure thing." She said without moving a muscle.
"Three more minutes guys." I said, admiring her commitment and skill at holding position. The more I stared, the more I felt myself becoming obsessed with the details of her. She wasn't typical standards of beauty attractive. Her tits weren't that big, her ass wouldn't attract drooling stares, but she was striking. Her height, her youth, her slenderness, her elegant face, her easygoing spirit... there was a light inside her that attracted us bugs. All of her put together was stunning.
"Time for break." I said reluctantly when the alarm on my phone chimed. I went to different students who looked to me to ask questions about their progress, before setting up the pose. Draping a blanket over the bench, I added some towel cushioning where I was sure her pressure points would be. 'A folded towel over the arm, and that would put her hip.. here' I thought, as I used my unforgettable map of her body to position them. Difficult not to imagine her head cushioned by one towel at the arm and her ass being lifted for me by the other, while I plunged my cock into the end of her repeatedly.
"Is that for me?" She said low as she stood close enough to me that I could certainly feel the pillowy softness of tit flesh on the back of my arm through her robe and my shirt. 'This bench or my erection? Both. Both are for you.'
"Yes'm. You like it?" I managed.
