Author's note: Everyone in this series is over 18.
I took a deep breath, turned, and smiled, several people whistled, ironically, all of them were the women in the class. The two men stood there, their mouths open, their eyes almost popping out of their heads.
Everyone started talking; all at the same time.
Michelle quickly took control. "Okay everyone; we talked about how to treat our model, ladies, try to limit the whistling, no matter how much you want to. Let's get back to drawing."
It took a moment; I think everyone realized that by not getting back to drawing they risked Michelle telling me to put my clothes back on. None of them wanted that, especially not me.
Michelle focused on different techniques as she positioned me standing with full-frontal nudity. She started talking about how to draw a breast properly and making comments about how nice mine was. As she talked she had everyone's attention.
She used her hands to turn me slightly to show how the lighting affects shadowing.
She talked about the different ways to draw nipples and commented about how nice and defined mine were. Under the gaze of twenty people, my knees felt wobbly.
I had promised myself only a short time ago, that if I ever had the chance to explore sex again, I would not waste the opportunity. I smiled to myself that I was certainly taking advantage of this chance.
People would have to be blind not to see my level of arousal, my pussy was fully engorged and my lower lips had opened and were like an open invitation to everyone. Looking out at my classmates, I could not stop my heart from racing nor could I get my breathing to slow down. My chest was flushed, my nipples had never been harder than they were right now, and a light sheen of sweat covered my entire body.
I could feel Rachel's approving eyes, as well as the other people looking at me with a range of emotions that covered everything from outright lust and desire to still unbelieving that I would actually strip and pose for them.
Michelle continued to describe my breasts and drew them on the blackboard with chalk. Actually touching my boobs as she described how my crinkly areola was smoothing as my nipples became engorged, and she even ran her palms around the firm curves of my 34B's. I thought I heard one of the older women in the group moan quietly. I could barely manage to silence myself.
I watched the class as Michelle continued to describe my boobs in great detail as she drew them on the board, I felt their eyes almost physically devouring my curves and contours.
Suddenly I shivered as Michelle's hands unexpectantly moved slowly down my sides to my abs.
"See how the tone changes depending on where the light hits her," she said as a small whimper escaped despite my attempts to stifle it.
Michelle added, drawing attention to my pussy, "It was great that Nancy shaved her vagina, see how much easier it is to see her features, and notice her clitoris, see the coloring, and how it protrudes, this is almost impossible to see if the model isn't shaved bare."
There were several muffled comments from the class, especially from the women who had whistled.
Michelle let her hand rest on my ass for a moment as she described how to draw the flare of my hips before she spun me around. I could not believe how calmly she was teaching, in my mind the only thing I wanted at this moment was to be completely ravished by everyone in the room.
"Okay, everyone, see how you can tell Nancy works out, look at the muscle tone in her bum, see how the light also affects the shading," I shivered visibly as she used her hand to show how muscular my cheeks were.
"I think it really helps when you have a new model like Nancy who is very excited to be posing, it really adds to the experience and you can literally feel her excitement.
Rachel called out, "I can see her excitement too, I think you need to be careful around her nipples so she doesn't poke your eye out."
Everyone laughed, including me.
Michelle added though, thoughtfully, "Maybe we can ask Nancy to sunbathe without any clothes so her tan lines disappear, will you do that for us?"
Without thinking I replied in a voice that was soft and sexy at the same time, "Michelle, I would do anything for you."
The class heard me and laughed and several snickered, but I didn't care, I was off on my own little planet.
Michelle let the class practice drawing my boobs for several minutes while she wandered around the class offering tips and suggestions. I loved being naked and there wasn't any other place I wanted to be than right here.
After a while, I noticed that break time was approaching. Michelle had given me a bottle of water at the beginning of class and a second one while I was posing and my bladder was starting to feel the need to pee. I figured I could wait until break so the class could continue to draw.
Finally, after another fifteen minutes, it was finally break time. I had planned on putting the jersey back on and heading to the washroom, but I was quickly surrounded by the class members, male and female, all busy talking about how great it was I was doing this, how nice my body was, did I work out, did my husband mind. Several people tried not to stare unsuccessfully.
Despite Michelle's warning to them, in the scrum of people, I felt several hands touching my body. I think that is why ultimately I didn't excuse myself to head to the washroom. The hands were male and female, soft and calloused, bold and tentative. I could feel my temperature rising.
Rachel appeared and asked if I could put my hair up and offered to do it for me. Without waiting for a reply, she moved behind me and I felt her warm hands running up my neck as she gathered my hair. I felt her hot breath on my neck, and she exaggeratedly ran her hands up my shoulders to collect my hair, making me shiver and tremble slightly. I knew this wasn't how a nude model would be normally treated, but I was loving every second of it and so was the class.
I knew on some level of my brain I needed to go pee during the break because I would be posing for quite a while but I never managed or really wanted to break away. Everyone was so nice and had so many questions and was so supportive that the short break time came and went almost without me noticing.
Several different women had touched me, one much older woman actually cupped one of my breasts and said, "Nancy, you are so lucky that your breasts are so firm," and she squeezed one and smiled at me. That type of thing happened more than once. That's why I thought I might be okay and could hold it until after class, or at least until they were done needing me to pose.
"Ready Nancy?" I jumped as Michelle surprised me and I worried a little pee might have leaked out, but nothing had.
I didn't want to let Michelle down or make the class wait. I was sure I could make it so I moved onto the platform.
She positioned me so my body was facing Rachel, I wasn't sure if that was on purpose or not, but Rachel was happy. I way I was positioned, everyone else saw my profile, and only Rachel had an unobstructed view of my little box. I opened my legs very subtly and I watched her smile in return.
That I was flirting and exposing my pussy to Rachel only made me much more excited as her eyes locked onto my wet little box.
"Get comfortable and just try to look natural," Michelle said. We had discussed what to do before and I let Michelle handle me and make a few more minor adjustments. She used the exercise to discretely touch me in what might seem like routine ways. As she did this, she whispered into my ear, "You look so sexy; how does it feel to think everyone in the room wants to fuck you."
"You too?" I whispered back.
"Especially me," she said so quietly, that it felt like she was speaking inside my head.
Very quietly I said, "MMMMMmmmmmm."
The class started to draw again; some of them said they were only going to draw parts of me. Rachel drew my neck, shoulders, and back and did an incredible job. Some drew my head and face, others my legs, the two men both did my chest, another woman did my thighs, pussy, and tummy, and only a few, including Michelle, did all of me.
Michelle would stop drawing every once in a while and would move around the room and make comments, praising the work being done and commenting on my features loud enough for everyone to hear.
All the while, I enjoyed being the center of attention and being exposed to a room full of fully dressed people. Michelle had warned me that sometimes models would get propositioned and that I should expect that. Ironically, she said it would likely be from the women more than the men.
I had told her, "I can't wait."
She shook her head, "What have I created?"
