Tutor And Model Pt 01

I had a booking for a session at the usual pub near Tottenham Court Road at four o'clock. I arrived on time for the appointment, but just as I was settling in, I received a message on my phone from the agency: "Can you cover both the role of tutor and model? The tutor had a last-minute issue and won't be able to make it to the session."

This was completely new to me. The tutor played a crucial role in these sessions, keeping track of time, leading the session, managing the attendees, giving drawing instructions, and most importantly, bridging the gap between the girls and the model. However, cancelling the event would ruin the bride's day, and I would feel incredibly guilty about it. Without thinking too much, I decided to accept the challenge. After all, it was only a small group of nine people, so there was no reason to be scared.

I rushed upstairs and began arranging the tables and materials, my mind racing with thoughts on how to handle the session. Should I play music? Who would handle that? What poses should I suggest? Which games should I propose? And who would keep track of the time? I set up the tables in a semi-circle and placed a chair for myself to stand on. Oh my, I hope the attendees chat among themselves. What if they suddenly become quiet? What if we don't connect? How can I provide guidance on the drawings without interrupting the poses?

Time flew by, and before I could even think about how to greet them, the first two girls walked through the door. "Hi, hi, I'm Diego. I'm going to be your model and tutor today! Please take a seat." They didn't seem embarrassed, but they were visibly confused about the absence of a tutor and how the session would work.

I took about 10 minutes to explain how the session would proceed. One person would be in charge of the music, while another would assist with the timer. Everyone already had a drink, and everything was ready to start.

The group consisted of a mix of German and English girls, all in their late 20s or early 30s. They weren't drunk; instead, they were focused on the instructions and eager to start drawing.

Me: all right! let's start. The first one is going to be a 90 second pose, please avoid wasting time on details and focus on the shapes and getting a full body in the paper.

I removed my robe and climbed on the chair. Giving them the first full frontal view. The pose was quick, barely enough for them to get used to having a naked guy in the room. In fact, many of them didn't even finish the drawing, a lot of legs and arms were missing.

"Ok, now, pose number 2" now I was giving them the back, but I could still see them through the mirror. I always try to pose in front of a mirror, it allows me to check the room even when giving my back to the attendants.

After four of these quick poses with exercises and games, 25min were gone, almost a third of the session. It was time to engage more with the group. "For the next pose we will have a competition. This is going to be a 5min pose. The subject will be your favourite body part. Pick just one and draw it in as much detail as you can. A leg, an eye, an arm. The winner will be rewarded with a prize". The 5min started and giggles could be heard as some of them decided to focus on very accurately drawing my soft dick. This pose was easy to hold and usually creates a relaxed mood.

"Aand clock!". Let's show your drawings. Show to the group! Let's see! Let's see!" Some of them were blushing because they chose to draw a penis, others were proud about it, at the end it was a game, and the goal was to create conversation and some laughs. "Now the moment to pick the winner". I picked the two finalists and let them decide the winner. They chose the drawing of a German girl, and as soon as this girl was crowned with victory her mood changed, she was now more engaged and geared up, she was staring at me and thinking of a pose.

German girl: I want you to stand. Open legs. Open arms. Like you are being searched at the airport (she laughs), aaand maybe, yeah, turn around. Ok perfect. 5 min!

I laughed as the pose began. I felt incredibly exposed, with no muscles to flex and nowhere to hide, completely open like a clam.

Behind me, at about seven o'clock, sat a cute girl who had been rather shy and quiet throughout the session. She had been stealing glances at me the entire time, sometimes looking embarrassed, other times daring, but it was clear that she was thoroughly enjoying the session. She had beautiful eyes and skin, she was a little rounded with a big bosom, very sexy. She was wearing a short tight black dress and black heels.

The pose started and I could see how she was looking at me, the mirror is a great tool as the girls think that I am no longer looking, and they can wonder as they please, free from judgement. She was playing with her shoe, it was hanging on her toes, the drawing was lazy and suddenly she caught me looking at her feet. It caught me off guard and I could not help but getting aroused about it. I started to feel my blood going down and she immediately picked it up. I think nobody else could see it as I was giving my back, but she was sitting at an angle and the mirror was giving her a full view. She was happy to see it, she hid her face behind the pad and crossed her legs. Luckily, I managed to control it when my dick was just halfway up, and by the time the pose was over I was soft again. Damage avoided.

The session reached the halftime break, and some of the girls stepped out for a cigarette. It was a 10-minute break, an opportunity for me to leave the room and relax. Everything had been going well so far.

At 16:55, I called the girls back, ready to start the final half-hour with a game. "Draw the best portrait. Head and shoulders only," I announced, sitting up straight with my back against the chair. 7min pose.