I tore off one of the phone number slips from the bulletin board post and figured I would at least give it a try. Just the kind of job I was looking for, high pay (for a college kid at least), and didn't sound like a lot of work. I had never been an artist's model, or even really knew what that entailed. I was an engineering student.
The next day I called the number. It was answered by an older lady (I am in college, 30 is older), we talked for a little, she mostly asked me about my build and if I had ever modeled before. I told her no I had not, and that I was tall, not muscular, but still fit and thin. We set up a time for me to come to her studio that coming weekend.
Her studio was actually part of her apartment in the downtown area. I found the building and climbed the stairs to a common entrance. I rang her apartment number and in a few seconds heard her voice again asking who it was. Shortly I heard the lock on the door buzz, and I let myself in.
The building was older and had kind of an industrial look. She was on one of the upper floors. I found the elevator and stepped inside. When I exited, I was in a dimly lit hallway with a high ceiling and brick walls. I found my barrings and headed down the hallway looking for her apartment number.
Found, I knocked on the door. I could hear her moving around inside and after a minute she opened the door. Her name was Dana, and she was on the shorter side. Five foot one maybe, reddish hair (though I guessed it wasn't her natural color) and in her late 30's or early 40's probably. She was attractive and petite, but it was difficult to determine the shape of her body. She had on a man's white button down shirt, that just kind of hung off her shoulders and draped over her breasts. What she had on beyond that I couldn't tell.
She let me into the apartment. It was fairly good size. It had a large open area, with living and eating areas, a kitchen and a place where she did her painting and drawing. I looked around trying to take it all in. She had several paintings leaning against a wall in one area. On a table she had what appeared to be several pencil drawings. There was also a small platform with a rug on it.
She showed me around the room, and we ended up at the table with the drawings. Some of the drawings were still rough sketches and others had been refined with color. Getting a better look at them now, I could see that most were of a young attractive black woman, with shoulder length hair and small loose curls. She was also nude in most of the drawings. I was beginning realize what this modeling job was going to entail.
We talked a little more, she asked me about my classes, what I was majoring in, where I was from. Then she got down to business.
"Are you comfortable posing nude?" she asked.
I explained that it was something I had never done before. (Hell, I had only be naked in front of a small number of girls before.) I was a little nervous about it, but I needed the money, and was willing to give it a try.
She had me walk over and stand on the small platform with the rug on it. Not far way she had a chair and drawing board set up. At first she had me stay clothed while she did a quick sketch. After about five minutes she had me take my shirt off, and change the pose. This continued with me taking off more clothing and changing positions while she made quick sketches until it reached the point where I was completely nude.
For another 30 minutes she drew me in the nude, periodically having me change position. We talked some, but for the most part she focused on her drawing. The she put down her drawing board and walked over to the side of small platform.
As she walked over, I turned to face her. She told me to remain in my pose, facing away from her. She told me that she liked the shape of my legs and muscular calves. She began to run her fingers up the back of my calf and thigh. This caught me off guard, causing me to stutter as I responded to a question.
She continued to talk with me about the modeling and whether or not I was enjoying it. As she did, her hand began to explore more of me. She ran it further up the back of my thigh, until she squeezed one of my butt cheeks. Switching hands she became more adventurous, running it up the side and front of my thigh.
It was starting to be all I could take. I was definitely getting aroused, and could feel myself growing. I was hoping she wouldn't notice. It was too late though, she noticed.
"Does my touching you make you uncomfortable?" she asked.
I tried to squeak out a "No", but nothing really came out, so I just slightly shook my head.
"I like the men in my pictures to have a full appearance, but not rock hard. If you know what I mean," she said.
With that she cupped my balls, then began to tug at them.
"Sometimes, it just won't go down on its own though. You have to relieve it first. Then you have that nice full look after effect," she smiled up at me as she said this and started to stroke me.
I could feel myself starting to breath faster, and still could not say anything. Her strokes became faster, and focusing attention on the head of my cock. With her other hand, she reached between my legs from behind and squeezed my balls again.
I put my hand on her shoulder for balance as I felt myself getting close. With a grunt I released a stream cum. I could hear it hit the platform below me. I looked down and it was coating her hand as she continued to pump me to completion.
I gained my composure and she released me from her grip. I couldn't believe it, a woman twice my age had just made me cum. She walked over to a cabinet where she had some towels and clean my cum from her hand. She then walked back to her drawing board and sat down as if nothing had happened.
"There, that's the full look I wanted," she said.
She finished the sketch and then told me we were done for the day. I stepped off the platform and put my clothes on. I was a little confused about what had just happened. Nothing more was said about the act that had taken place.
She paid me and asked if I would like to model again. The whole thing was a bit of shock to my system, but the money was good. She was also very attractive and interesting to be around and I was very curious if things might go further. I told her yes and we set a time for the next weekend to get together again.
Next Weekend...
I was running late when I got there and stressing out about that. I rang her apartment to be let in. This time she didn't even ask who it was over the speaker, the next thing I heard was the buzzing of the lock as it released.
