It was going to be the first time Ella had posed nude and though it was for her art class and therefore appropriate she was still apprehensive as she waited. It wasn't as if she were a prude or that no one had seen her body it was just that no one had seen it for a while and she was aware as she followed Leslie, who had just finished her hour posing up on to the little podium, of how compact and tidy her classmate's forty something body was and how, well, flabby hers was in comparison.
On stage she had stood nervously in her white robe while Mrs Jacobs the Instructor decided on her pose. She had nodded at Ella who had loosened the sash and pushed the robe off her shoulders to be suddenly naked. Her Instructor gave her a reassuring smile which made her feel a whole lot better then got her into her pose.
She was made to stand face on to the class, right foot pointing ahead, left foot a little way forward and pointing out, left hand on the back of her head and right hand on her hip.
She had smiled as she stood there and when Mrs Jacobs had asked her what she found so funny she told her she thought she looked like a gay waiter who couldn't remember where he left his car keys. Her classmates had roared but Mrs Jacobs who had actually spent a lot of time trying to think of a pose to show Mrs Hutchins (Ella) off to best advantage had looked hurt and Ella made a mental note not to pass any more comments.
It had been bizarre though having people she knew at the Supermarket or had met walking down the road closely examining one or both of her breasts or her pubic area then go back to their easels to "get it right" After a few minutes she had relaxed and felt comfortable with being looked at; in fact she was soon rather enjoying it.
Mrs, or actually "Mrs" (as she had never actually married)Jacobs was impressed; most women are intimidated when they pose nude and can't wait for it to be over but clearly no so with Mrs Hutchins. She had, in Dolly Jacob's opinion, a classically voluptuous body: big breasts, wide amply padded hips a big bottom, shapely arms and legs and a long neck. She must have been quite a catch when she was young she thought aware of that tensing in her stomach- she was getting turned on again.
Ella's hour passed and it ran on into the next mode's slot. Bruce, the next one to take a turn. had had a full body shave in anticipation but his nerve gave out at the last minute and it was a relief for Dolly to let him stay in his robe. She hadn't minded instead she had enjoyed having the sensual Mrs Hutchins up there just that much longer. She was beautiful was Ella; in her fifties now she was still a head turner.
"Tweak your nipples Ella," she called midway through what should have been Mr Stage Fright's session.
"Like this," and Ella was astonished to see Mrs Jacobs unbutton her shirt, fish a breast out and roll the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
What a strange thing to do; Ella was well aware of how to tweak her nipples and didn't need to be shown, so why; unless she fancied her. Women often did for some reason, not that she encouraged them although she had had some great sessions in years gone by.
"Oh, OK? Like this?"
And she deliberately went a stage further cupping her right breast and pulling it up to her mouth. She sucked loudly on her nipple then let her hand go and the big breast hung from her lips as she sucked.
The class stopped painting.
She switched breasts and her left bosom got the same treatment. The room was now almost completely silent; the only noise being the sound Ella was making sucking her nipple. Now she pulled her lips back to show the nipple held between her teeth then opened her mouth a little to let the breast flop back down. There was the sound of a collective breathe out and the brushes started moving again.
When she looked up she noticed that Mrs Jacobs was watching her intently; not only was she watching her intently she was also still quite openly tweaking her own nipple. She was quite attractive really, late thirties, tall, very slender with almost haughty features and hair cut rather shorter than Ella thought really suited her.
"No question who'll be wearing the strap on," she had thought and another of those mysterious smiles appeared on her face. Mrs Jacobs had seen the look and tilted her head to the side to make eye contact. She got the merest flicker of Ella's eyebrows back and felt as though a great jolt of electricity had passed through her.
The wetness was there already; so was that tenseness. She had to watch herself, had to make sure she gave nothing away. And so she had gone from easel to easel suggesting here, pointing out flaws in techniques with suggestions for how to improve in others until it was four o'clock and the session was over.
There was a cup of tea afterwards and to her delight Ella had remained nude as she mingled holding her coffee mug in the one hand and a muffin in the other. One of the guys had mentioned that she could get dressed now and she had pouted and asked in a pretend hurt voice if he didn't like looking at her body-now?
Not once had she looked at her but Dolly knew the words were for her and she went to stand next to her.
"Derek, Ella is aware of her nudity dear; she is in that wonderful frame of mind when a woman is comfortable and relaxed in her naked state. No one finds Ella's state of undress distressing do they?"
Derek certainly didn't, of that Ella was quite sure; he had been rubbing down the front of his trousers while painting her and even now she saw the telltale sign of a bulge down there.
None of the others did either and Leslie was regretting her decision to get dressed feeling that she too could have been comfortable and relaxed having everyone look at her too if she were to somehow be nude again as well. Dolly had glanced across at her and recognized the telltale signs.
"Leslie darling, we have forgotten all about you, haven't we?" she asked directing the attention on to her first model.
"Oh that's OK," Leslie got out, not knowing what she should say in the situation.
"Oh but its not, Bruce here wasn't up to posing today, nerves Bruce?"
He felt he had been let off the hook and nodded.
"You weren't so nervous you couldn't spend the last two hours with one hand on your cock and the other on the brush though; were you?"
He went bright red; the smock he wore as a next model allowed him to put his hand under and he had given himself what he thought was a secret wank. Only it hadn't been secret at all and other than old Mr Benjamin who was due to pose for the class in two sessions time everyone had been aware of Bruce's handiwork.
The class members were startled; her tone was now sharp and they sensed she was going in for the kill. They backed away.
"We'll make this the last time for you shall we Bruce? I'll see that the balance of your fees are refunded but I know your type Bruce; a sneaky little ferret of a man you are here to perv at the women; you're not here for the art at all. You are disgusting Bruce, your clothes are through there I believe, go and get dressed. You can see your own way out, I'm sure."
Bruce, crushed, wandered to the door and went through to the men's changing room.
"Fucking cunt!" he thought viciously but he said nothing and presently they heard the sound of the front door open and click shut again.
