I followed the art teacher back to her office. My semi rigid cock relaxed a little, and I enjoyed feeling the weight of it swaying under my robe as we walked down the hall. She gave me directions to the location where I would be modeling that weekend. It was for a small group of artists at a studio space well outside of town, in the country.
I was excited and intrigued all week long. Wondering what I had gotten myself into. Thinking about Adrienne, and what they would want us to do. "Don't worry if something comes up" the art teacher had said. That thought alone instantly increased the circulation to my member, pleasantly reminding me of the good things about having a penis.
I was worthless at work, unable to focus on anything. I had extra-long workouts that week, and walked with confidence through the locker room, fully aware of my heavy cock hanging between my legs. I was a man, and proud of it. My balls hung low, and I was keenly aware of their movement as I showered, or relaxed in the steam room.
At home I would spend all of my time in the nude walking around, thinking about what it would be like to work with Adrienne. I would let myself get a little excited, but then I would try to calm my mind. I wanted to be a professional, not some jerk with a ridiculous boner unable of any self-control or restraint. The night before I had a long soak in the hot tub at the gym, went home and took care of personal grooming. I trimmed my pubic hair back, not shaving it, but wanting to make sure I was well groomed. I am a hairy man, so shaving my cock would unnecessarily draw attention to it, and in my mind it would look infantile. I shaved my beard, trimmed my nails, and rubbed some lotion all over my body. I didn't want my skin to be too dry. Modeling solo made me very self-conscious. The thought of modeling with a beautiful young woman made that increase exponentially. I tried to calm my mind that night and relax. It was going to be just like any other experience modeling, maybe a little different. I focused on my mantra, "Life is suffering. The root of suffering is desire."
That morning I stayed away from coffee. I was already very awake and aware. I showered and shaved, meditated briefly, and drove out to the studio.
It was gorgeous. The studio was a large old Victorian on a ranch well outside of town. The property was very secluded, surrounded by rolling green pastures. The directions I had were good, and I arrived a little early. There were only a few cars out front. This was going to be a very small and intimate group indeed.
I walked in, found the drawing room, and introduced myself. The few artists who were there were all my age or a little older, the group was composed of couple of men, and maybe five women. The room was very warm and comfortable. Good news indeed for a male model. I had heard that for nude models a cooler room was better for female models, making there nipples nice and firm, whereas a warmer room was better for male models, for obvious reasons.
As I was being introduced Adrienne arrived. She was lovely. Focus. Focus. Relax, breathe. This was going to be enjoyable. I just needed to stay relaxed. The director was a very attractive woman, maybe a few years older than me, with a very disarming smile and very pleasant laugh. She introduced Adrienne to the group, then directed us to a corner in the back of the room with a bench and told us we could change there. Not the changing room I was accustomed to.
Adrienne and I walked back, making small talk, and began to disrobe. I allowed myself to watch her, trying to make sure I made good eye contact, and maintained a good relaxed feel. She had a beautiful long and lean body. I was soon out of my boxers, watching her slip her t-shirt off. Her breasts were lovely and full. Big dark areola surrounded her nipples that were already noticeably large and firm. She looked at me confidently as she stood facing me, and slid her panties down her long smooth legs. My eyes looked over her legs, from her beautiful feet up to her well-muscled thighs, and then focusing on her smooth vulva. She had either just shaved herself bald, or had waxed. There was just the thinnest trace of little soft hairs on her skin. Her vulva was beautiful. Her outer lips were full and thick, her clitoral hood was a prominent button, and her inner labia hung full, dark and lovely prominently below her pussy. Her lips were gorgeous. They looked so soft, with a wrinkled texture that I yearned to touch. I could smell her musk in the air, and saw just the faintest hint of moisture between those lovely lips.
I became keenly aware that I was staring. My gaze rose up her belly, following a soft trail of the finest hairs silhouetted against her olive skin. My eyes met hers, and she was smiling shyly at me. I stood up, and held her hands in mine, feeling her tremble just slightly. I looked into her eyes and said, "You are very beautiful. I am very lucky to be here with you today." I meant it with the utmost sincerity.
"Oh, thank you." She said a little nervously.
I stood there looking into her eyes, taking long, slow, deep breaths. I could feel her heartbeat in her hands. It began to slow as she too slowed her breathing down. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked her after a few moments.
"No," she answered, "not with anyone else."
"Me neither. I have really been looking forward to this. I think we are going to have a lot of fun."
Her gaze dropped, and she looked over my naked body there in front of her. I could feel my penis growing heavy, but somehow I managed to keep it soft. We spent a few minutes standing there, just getting familiar with the feeling of being close to one another. The energy between us felt like a spark was just ready to give us a jolt if our bodies touched. She stepped forward and gave me a hug. I felt my cock press against her smooth pussy. It was like a spark. I felt myself start to rise up, and could feel the heat radiating out from her beautiful succulent lips.
It was then the director approached us. "Are you guys ready to start?"
Adrienne smiled, looked deep into my eyes, and said, "Yes. We are ready. Let's go!" Her excitement was contagious. She turned and led me to the center of the room. I walked confidently behind her, feeling my semi hard cock bobbing along. I could feel the absence of her heat now, and felt a little drop of moisture, a little drop of her pussy juice, on the tip of my cock. This was going to be fun.