Sherry was the perfect model, especially for a college aged young man. She loved to get naked. She had a tall, stunning, voluptuous body with big perky tits, and she enjoyed getting naked. Did I mention she liked to flaunt her body?
I had the pleasure of getting access to her as the studio model for my junior painting course, and since I was the only person who ever signed up for the model, she often posed in my studio exclusively for me.
One Sunday, she met me to pose in my studio space in the painting building at school. Sundays proved excellent for me as no one would be in the building at all, leaving me alone in the whole place so I could play music loud.
Sherry arrived and knocked on the glass security door that blocked entry to the painting studios. I let her in, and she followed me to my studio.
"Hey, Stanley. How long do you have planned for me today?" Sherry asked as she walked next to me through the hall.
"I hoped to have a few short poses followed by one very lengthy pose for the remainder of the day. Do you think you could do a single four hour pose this afternoon?" I asked, and she smiled and nodded. We came to the end of the hall and walked into my studio area. Numerous temporary walls composed the many studios in the painting building. My area had no door, only walls. I had also constructed a large flat wooden box that would serve as a model stand or stage for Sherry.
This day, Sherry had worn a pair of very short cutoff jean shorts, thick leather boots, and a very small crop top under which I could see her big tits half exposed. I could see her deep cleavage and massive tits barely covered in her tiny top. Sherry unzipped her shorts while I watched and pretended to adjust my easel. She raised her arms over her head as she pulled off her crop top. She stood in front of me in her skimpy string panties and boots.
"What pose today?" Sherry said as she put her thumbs in the elastic of her underwear and pulled them to her ankles, moving slowly and deliberately and keeping direct eye contact as she removed her tiny panties.
Sherry removed her leather boots and took to the stage. She posed for several short drawings.
"What do you enjoy most about nude modeling, Sherry?" I asked as I drew with charcoal.
"I like removing my clothes in front of people. I really love having everyone look at me while I am naked on display," Sherry said while still in pose.
Each break, Sherry stepped to the edge of the model stage and sat to wait for the next pose, or she would step behind my easel to look at my work. When she stood at my easel, she gave me a great view of her naked body inches from my face.
"I like how you see me, Stanley. You always make me look great," Sherry said as she inspected one of my drawings.
"Only with such a spectacular model, Sherry," I said.
After nearly three hours, we took a longer break.
"Do you have anything to drink, Stanley?" Sherry said as she covered her large nipples in both hands.
"Maybe, maybe not," I answered, and she
Sherry turned and bent over to rummage through her things. I watched her turn from me, pointing her gorgeous naked ass right at me, and as she searched, I could see right at her winking asshole. It really took my breath away. She had no hair of any kind between her legs, and she had a very cute pussy and asshole. I wanted to touch her, but I restrained myself. Sherry finally turned back to me with a shrug.
"I promise I will pay you back!" She said, and I rolled my eyes. "Fine, what if I give you an extra pose?"
"Come on, the school pays you, not me!" I said.
"Please?" She said as she shrugged her shoulders and squeezed her tits between her arms. "I could show you my tits! A little dance?"
I laughed and shook my head.
She looked at me like a sad puppy.
"Here. I do not have anything to mix with my vodka. Come with me to get a soda in the student lounge," I said, and she agreed. She put on her boots, string panties, crop top, and shorts, and we walked to the glass security door that exited into the elevator lobby.
I stopped and put my hand on the door before turning to Sherry. I withdrew my wallet from my pocket and pulled out five single dollars. Sherry looked at me quizzically.
"What is this?" She asked.
"You will get us something to drink," I said.
"Fine," Sherry sighed.
"Naked. You can wear your boots," I said, and she looked mortified and shocked. I sensed a pink hue in her cheeks along with restrained excitement behind those green eyes of hers.
Sherry flipped her light brown hair over her shoulder.
"Fine," Sherry sighed. Her words sounded sarcastic, but her body language indicated considerable enthusiasm.
It took all of one second before her clothes came off, and she took the money from my hand, giving me all the time in the world to look at her naked voluptuous body, her big round, shapely ass, and her perky, wobbly jugs. As she opened the security door, I stopped her again.
"Wait, I almost forgot. Get us some ice from the ice machine, please," I said and quickly returned from my studio with a small plastic bucket I used for collecting ice when I wanted a drink in the studio.
"Sure," Sherry said with pursed lips, but I could see the smile in her eyes.
