While on a recent vacation I stopped by a local college to enquire about some history on the area I was visiting. Walking through the halls in search of the tourist office, I noticed a sign posted beside a classroom, It plainly said 'model required for art class'. I poked my head inside the door and saw an older man sitting behind a desk. I knocked on the door and he looked up.
I asked him where the tourist office was and explained what I was looking for. I must have caught him off guard for he had a confused look on his face. I then inquired about the notice for the model. He smiled as if he had seen me for the first time and waved me in.
He explained it was only for two hours and that I would be paid $150. The only catch was that I would have to be nude. I asked him when it was and he said 'that evening'. He went on to say he was worried about not being able to find anyone so if I was interested he would add another $50 to the fee. I thought about it quickly and, although it certainly was not the money, the idea of posing nude in front of a group of people was quite exciting, in a voyeuristic way.
I decided to accept the position and told him I would be back in a few hours. I returned to my hotel where I showered and made myself as presentable as possible. I shaved my under arms as well as my privates, which I had waxed abut a week ago. They were smooth, but I thought the added touch would be a benefit. I applied make up in what I think flatters me the most and studied my naked form in the full length hotel mirror.
I work out regularly and try to eat healthy food. Although my weight has crept to 130 lbs. My 5-8 stature and good posture makes my buttocks firm and my breasts stand forward. I have grown from a 36c to a 'd', as gravity has taken it's toll, but I still turn heads at the beach, especially if I wear a tiny two piece.
I dressed in slacks and a sweater. I did not wear a brassiere, for I assumed I would not need it for my 'modeling' stint. I arrived in the classroom about 10 minutes early and was surprised that there were already a dozen or so students setting up their easels.
The instructor saw me and smilingly motioned me to approach him. I did and he showed me to a small corner where a screen had been set up, which acted as a change room. He instructed me to remove my clothes and drape a sheer cotton shawl over me. I proceeded to do so and when I finished I exited nervously to the corner of the class.
By now there were at least 20 people all ready with their paints and easels, trying to catch a glimpse of me, no doubt wondering who the model would be. The instructor motioned me forward and introduced me to the group. He then asked me to sit at the side until the needed me.
There were four women and the rest were men. Most were seniors who had taken art as a retirement hobby. One gentleman looked to be in hi early eighties. I thought how wonderful it was that these people were doing something with their free time.
After about half an hour I was called upon and instructed to stand on a small platform in the centre of the room. I did and the instructor stepped up as well. He asked me to stand with one leg bent and my hand resting n my waist. He removed the veil and let it fall to the floor. I was now standing totally nude, shaking slightly as the students stared at every exposed part of my body.
Time went by and I grew tired of standing in the same position. The instructor suggested we take a break and everyone put their brushes down and looked at their work. I too sat down on a small stool on the stage. One man approached and said I was a wonderful subject. I was slightly embarrassed and lifted my hand over my breast in a effort to cover my nipples. The other hand I placed in my lap to shield my private area from view.
Another man, the older one, came up to me and smiled. He told me how pretty I was and how I was the best model they had brought in. I smiled and told him I was flattered. I saw him stare at my breasts and then at my groin. I lowered my arms slightly, excited at the opportunity to tease the senior citizen. I began to stand and as I did I opened my legs enough for him to see. I caught his eyes staring at my womanhood and then back at my face. I smiled as he grinned slightly, obviously embarrassed by having been caught.
The session continued and I became more at ease. I moved around slightly, no longer intimidated by posing naked. My excitement was growing as I thought about these strangers eying every part pf my unclothed flesh. I especially gave the older gentleman several opportunities to see as much as he wanted.
