The next Saturday morning, I arrived at Angela's house, afraid that I had crossed the line by asking to see her naked. But when I went inside, she didn't mention a word about it, and our session began the same way our time together the prior week did. Angela invited me inside, her house was warm, and she was wearing short shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt. It was the same sort of outfit that had given me thoughts of wanting to see her naked in the first place.
As Angela set up her equipment, I took off my clothes. I wasn't uncomfortable with being naked in front of her. In fact, I could hardly wait for it, and fantasized about this moment every day since last Saturday. As she set up her materials, Angela was bent over but facing away from me, so I was not able to look down her top. But at least I could check out her legs, and imagine what it would be like to see more of her. This whole time, we made small talk —which made this whole incredible situation somehow seem normal. It was odd, I thought, to have spent so much time over the years hanging out at Steve's house but not to have worn clothes the last few times I was there.
"Okay, I'm ready," Angela said as she straightened up and turned around to face me. I felt the thrill of being naked in front of this sexy blonde in my stomach. The moment was electric and caused me to start to get hard.
As she looked me up and down, she said, "Why don't we have you put one foot here," as she pulled a chair from her living room closer to her easel and patted the arm of the chair. I stood there with my right foot on the ground and my left foot on the arm of the chair. As Angela took her spot a few feet away behind her easel I felt much more exposed than I had in our previous sessions. She sized me up for awhile then slowly began drawing.
Angela was intently focused on her drawing, and I could feel the weight of her gaze on different parts of my body. I couldn't wait for her to reach my cock, but she seemed to be saving that for later. As she focused on me, I focused her to the extent I could when her face would peak out from behind her canvas. Mostly what I could see were her legs and her thighs. I kept looking there, as if the more I looked the more likely she would stand up and step out of her clothes so we could be naked together. But she just kept drawing. And looking.
After several minutes, there was a knock on the kitchen door behind Angela. Her kitchen and living room where I was posing were separated so I could hear the knock, but could not see who was at the door. And whoever it was could not see me either. Still, the knocking made me want to cover up and run for safety.
Angela finished what she was working on. Then, there was a second knock. "Stay here for a minute," she said. "Don't move, I'll be right back." As she went into the kitchen, I relaxed a bit, but stayed where I was. I heard Angela open the door and an exchange of voices. Angela told her visitor to come in for a minute while she ran down the hall to get whatever it was her guest had stopped by to pick up.
I heard Angela walk down the hall and looked around the living room while I waited for her to come back. As I looked around, I eventually looked back to the doorway into the kitchen and saw another woman standing there. She stood in the doorway taking stock of the situation. She wasn't shying away from what must have been a surprise, but seemed somewhat nervous herself. She didn't say a word. I recognized the woman as Angela's neighbor, a college student in town who was a couple years older than I was. I had passed her a couple times in the driveway, but we had never spoken, and I did not know her name. Nothing about her looks ever struck me before. She was about 5'6", with straight brown hair that ended just above her shoulders in a gentle wave, brown eyes, and no tan to speak of even though it was summer. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and overall just seemed plain—except that I was standing in front of her with no clothes on and exposing myself to her.
Angela returned at that moment. "Oh, do you two know each other?" Then, she made introductions, "Emily, this is Tom. Tom, Emily." Emily kind of muttered hello and only then looked down, away from me.
"Hi. Nice to meet you," I said. "I'd shake your hand but am in the middle of something."
"Tom is helping me with my art class," Angela explained as she entered the room behind Emily. "Alright, thanks for stopping by," she said directing Emily back out through the kitchen. I heard their voices, but couldn't make out the words, and the door shut.
Angela came back in and took up her spot behind the easel. "Sorry about that," she said. "I borrowed a couple DVDs from Emily, and she wanted them back."
"That's okay," I said. "I'm getting used to not wearing clothes around here." I wanted to interject that she should try it to, but before I could Angela told me to focus so she could finish this pose.
I stood there, exposing myself to Angela for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only about 15 minutes. The whole time, I felt the head of my cock getting heavy with the excitement of having Angela's gaze on my body.
As she worked, Angela broke the silence. "I have a confession to make," she began.
"What's that?" I asked.
"I asked Emily to come over here today while you were here."
