Modeling for art classes can be a paradox. When I'm nude in a class, I always wish it could last longer, but when I'm in a long pose that keeps growing more and more uncomfortable, I wish the poses could be shorter.
I was in one of those long poses, a standing one that was to last the entire three hour class, thinking that the clock was moving too slowly. My left leg was leaning on a chair which helped take some of the strain from my feet and legs. Sitting in that chair was Jessica, beautiful, brunette, and nude. She and I had modeled together for three classes that week. Most classes only used one model, but toward the end of the semester (and this was to be the last day of drawing for these students that spring) they paired us up for the more advanced students. I usually liked modeling solo more than with a partner. Most students would prefer to draw a female, so the drawings of me were usually an afterthought during those duo sessions. And the poses were longer to allow the students to try to draw both figures.
But if I had to model with a partner, I preferred Jessica. She was in her early twenties, with an athletic frame, shapely curves, long brown hair, and pretty face. Her breasts were medium sized and seemed to defy gravity the way they jutted out from high on her chest, with perky pink nipples. I loved doing gesture poses with her, and seeing her standing with one hip out, her thick but trimmed bush of pubic hair, was like looking at a Greek goddess. Like most models, the longer poses (and the one we were in then was the longest we'd done together) Jessica did seated or reclining, which was much easier on her body. But I always felt that the compactness hid her natural beauty. Not that she wasn't beautiful in a seated pose; you could just see so much more of her standing.
I like doing standing poses, and I had volunteered for this one. Yes, my legs get tired, but my feet or legs don't go to sleep like they are prone to do during some seated poses. And I think I look better. Sitting always compressed my abdomen and makes me, I think, look fatter than I am. Not that I'm fat. I stand just under six feet tall, and I weigh between 180 and 190 most of the time. I work out sporadically, so I think I've got decent muscle definition.
"Five minutes left," Audrey, the drawing teacher, announced to the class. "You need to take a step back and really look at your drawings to see what can be done to the figures in these last five minutes."
I was relieved. My right leg was supporting the majority of my weight, and I was ready to give it a rest. Audrey had given Jessica and me breaks throughout the class, but the period from the last break to the end was always the toughest. As I glanced at the clock to mark the time, so I would know how much of that five minutes was left, the door to the drawing studio opened. An attractive, middle aged woman looked into the room, glanced briefly at Jessica and me and then scanned the rest of the room until she found Audrey. Audrey saw her and motioned for her to come in, as if she had been expecting her. The woman was tall, almost as tall as I am, and wore a business suit with a skirt. Her hair was shoulder length blonde mixed with gray. She looked at several drawings as she made her way toward Audrey, looking at Jessica and me from each artist's position.
I had been modeling nude for almost three years, and I was quite comfortable posing in front of teachers and students. But whenever someone came into the studio whom I knew wasn't part of the class, my imagination tended to run away. Under the repeated gazes of this striking woman, I began to feel the stirrings down below. I heard Jessica take a deep breath. I could just see her in my peripheral vision if I turned my eyes toward her. From her pose, she had a perfect frontal view of my pelvic area. I saw her looking at me, at the middle-aged lady, up at my face, and then back down to my penis. Seeing her do that didn't help my situation. My eyes surveyed the room, and the students were all concentrating on the final stages of their drawings to take much notice of the one part of my body that wasn't holding the pose like it was supposed to.
"Hello, Dr. Tate," Audrey said to the newcomer.
"Hello Audrey," she replied in a husky voice.
"Thank you for the invitation. And please, call me Katherine."
"OK, Katherine. We're just finishing up. Another three or four minutes, and the pose will be over."
Audrey and Katherine both looked at Jessica and me. Given my state of arousal, which thankfully wasn't a full erection, I wondered if I would get in trouble with Audrey. According to the girls I'd dated, I am much larger than normal down there, so it's difficult to hide when I'm excited, especially when I'm standing and supposed to be as still as possible.
"This is wonderful!" Katherine exclaimed. "Makes me wish I had taken art classes."
I could have sworn that Katherine's eyes were focused solely on my rapidly expanding cock, and I took a deep breath, averted my eyes, and tried to think of football.
"It's never too late," Audrey said to her.
"There's a chair in the corner there, if you want to sit while you wait."
"Thank you," Katherine said and turned away to sit down.
I exhaled.
"You OK?" Jessica whispered to me.
It was the first time Jessica had ever said anything to me while we were in a pose together. I had always considered her aloof. She spent the majority of her break times reading science fiction paperbacks in the break room and never had much to say even when we weren't in a pose.
"What do you think?" I whispered back to her.
"Look fine to me."
Great, I thought, something else to keep my imagination, not to mention blood flow to my genitals, racing.
"One minute!" Audrey called to the class.
I started counting in my head, willing that last minute to speed up. I was at fifty-five when Audrey finally called an end to the pose and to class. Jessica wrapped in in her sheet almost immediately. She had been sitting on it during the pose and managed to wrap herself, stand, and stretch in one fluid movement. Still nude and leaning on the chair, I shifted my weight over to my left leg and tried to shake some of the strain out of the right one, my semi-erect penis swaying to the movement. I looked up and saw that a couple of the female students had stopped what they were doing to watch me. They both jumped when they noticed I was looking at them and resumed work on their drawings.
As I got the blood flowing back through my right leg, I couldn't help but notice that the visitor, Dr. Katherine Tate, was staring right at me and that she was biting her bottom lip. I suddenly felt rather exposed, and I decided that I had better get my robe on before my semi-erection turned into a full throbbing one.
"You have the weekend to work on the composition of these," Audrey was telling the class, "but you should already have both figures complete. We will critique these on Tuesday, and that critique will serve as your final. And I can't believe the semester is already over."
Dr. Tate stood as Aubrey gave these final instructions to the class and as the students cleaned up. Some of them were already packed up and heading out the door.
"Dan, Jessica," Audrey said to us, approaching the model stand, "thank you. Great job as usual. I think they got some good drawings."
"Awesome," I said as I tied the sash on my robe.
Dr. Tate walked up to the podium, and Audrey turned to her.
"Dr. Tate," she said. "Katherine. These are the models I told you about, Dan and Jessica."
Katherine's eyes seemed to light up as she looked at me. "Pleased to meet you," she said and extended her hand.
I was still on the model stand, so I had to bend down to shake it. Jessica stepped off the stand and onto the floor before shaking hands with Katherine herself.
"I'm Dan, and she's Jessica," I quipped.
Katherine smiled and giggled. "I gathered that," she said. "I am a psychology professor, and I was looking for two models for a special class I'm teaching. Audrey thought you might be interested, so she invited me here today to meet with you."
