I should warn you that this story contains no actual sex. It’s very subtle, I think
women may enjoy it more than you men. It’s kind of about what goes on in my head,
and it goes back to 1985 when I was s*******n and at college.
I used to do art but it wasn’t one of my main subjects. One day in my final year
the art teacher called me into his office. He explained there was a life class
that day, and the model booked had been in a collision in her car and was not
able to come. I asked why he was telling me this, as I wasn’t due to attend.
He went on to ask me if I’d model.
I was a bit shocked even before we went into specifics.
"Why me?" I asked
"Well, you’re very pretty" hs said "You have a lovely figure, you have always seemed
quite confident, and I remember you saying you were saving hard for a car"
"I’d get PAID?"
"Sure, yes, same as the model was going to get, a hundred pounds"
"Wow" I said.
I was working two jobs evenings and weekends to pay for the car I wanted.
"All I have to do is sit there?" I asked naively
"It’s a LIFE class" he explained patiently "You only have to sit there, yes, but still,
and err…. naked of course"
"WHAT?" I was blushing even at the thought.
At s*******n, despite my numerous lovers I was not known for public nakedness. I was
very shy about my body, even with girls.
I thought about the fee.
"How many students are there in the class? " I asked him
"USUALLY, about six. On average four are girls, two guys, and one of the guys
I suspect is gay. You’re talking one straight guy looking at you, PROBABLY."
"And you?"
"And me, yes. Think of that like a doctor/patient relationship "
"uMM. I can’t believe I’m even considering this" I giggled
I was trembling
"When is it?" I asked
He checked his watch
"Thirty two minutes"
"Shit. Could you not ask anyone else?"
"I’ve asked Jasmine…. and Sarah Taylor, the only two I thought of, they declined"
I took a deep breath
"Okay, for the money I will do it" I told him "Do they draw … details" I looked down at my groin
"Just keep your legs together ish. They draw you as they see fit. Most don’t
focus on your… lady bits" he smiled
What seemed like seconds later I had done my hair and makeup and I was in a room naked
except for a rather flimsy robe.
I noticed there were eight easels set up, not six as suggested. I gulped as I awaited the
students coming in. I retreated behind the screen supplied.
I heard voices, there certainly seemed to be more than two boys. Three at least,
AND none of them sounded CAMP!
Once the teacher had got them all seated, he asked me to come out.
"I must thank Lyn Jones very much" he announced "She’s never modelled before,
but she’s stepped in at the last minute owing to the unavailability of our
professional model today. I am sure we all agree, she is very lovely and I
would say a huge improvement, in fact"
I was shaking as I made my way out, trying hard not to make eye contact with
anyone bar the teacher.
I tried not to look who was there.
He sat me on a fold up chair on a little improvised stage. The chair had a cloth
of some kind d****d over it, perhaps an old curtain.
My bottom was trembling on the chair, I was sure they could hear it rattling.
The teacher approached me
"Are you OKay, Lyn?"
I gulped, and tried to smile. I was really flushed, the room was warm, and my heart
was going like a triphammer.
It was an equivalent moment to when your doctor puts his rubber gloves on.
"Can I take the ROBE" he asked gently
I swiftly and VERY shakingly undid the tie, I slipped it off my shoulders
and off, I lifted my bum, and removed the flimsy garment, and handed it to him.
My eyes were tight shut
"Are you sure you’re Okay?" he whispered
I swallowed hard, took a very deep breath, nodded and opned my eyes, and for the first
time looked at the class, as boldly as I could manage.
I have explained before, privately and publicly that being made to do things I
seemingly don’t want to do REALLY TURNS ME ON. Medical examinations, bra fittings,
a strip search, even waiting at the dentists, I get nervous, and turned on at the
same time. Its VERY powerful, and never more so than when I was in this life class.
My pussy was very hot and very wet, and I knew that when I stood up, there would
be a wet spot on the gold cloth. My nipples were painfully erect, and no one could
be in any doubt why, as the room was very VERY warm. The whole of my little breasts
(34B) were very aroused they looked quite big as I sneaked a peek down at them.
The teacher gently opened my knees, well he was more arranging my legs for modesty really.
Only a couple of the students would be able actually to see my slit, I felt.
I looked around the class and my insides just dropped. There were indeed eight students there,
six of them were guys, and two of those guys were the most fanciable guys in the school!
I was mortified. The one of them , who was slightly cuter – if that were possible – than his mate,
was called Gary, and MY GOD he was just an absolute BABE. The whole school fancied him, even
some of the teachers, I expect even some of the (straight) male teachers did!
He was all tousled hair and lumberjack shirt and baggy faded jeans, he’d go the most vivid blue eyes
and they were trained on ME!! He was sitting right opposite me and had a grandstand view of my pussy.
If it had been now I wouldn’t have been so shy, but I would have been shaved, whereas I had a full natural
little bush back then. I was sure he could see my slit though, his big blue eyes were dropping to there,
again and again. A cool little smile flitted across his gorgeous tanned face.
One of the two girls was next to him, and she was a beauty. I’d never been with a girl back then, but
I remember enjoying looking at her looking at me naked.
My pussy was getting hotter and hotter and I was creaming the gold cloth they had sat me on.
My nipples were now painfully erect and a flush was creeping down from my face to my chest and illuminating my
little tits that all these people were looking at.
No one had even started to draw or paint me yet, they were just having a good stare.
Mind you, I had only been there sitting for two or three minutes as I looked at the clock, it felt like hours to me.
Gary was first to start in, I could seem him working away with long fluid strokes of his pencil. I would have liked
him to have been working away with long fluid strokes in my pussy, to be honest.
I was teetering on the edge of falling into a fantasy in which each of them approached me, getting their big hard
cocks out, and wanked themselves off in my face, over my sweet little vulnerable breasts, with the girls finally
licking all the come off them.
I was trying desparately not to think about it, as I was in danger of auto-coming (coming by sheer f***e of imagination
without even a touch) I had it happen on a train once. Very embarrassing indeed.
I managed to clear my mind and go through some economics revision in my head.
This study period lasted all of five minutes before my highly attuned erection detection systems began
to kick in.
My gorgeous Gary had got a hard on. I was fairly sure only I could see, but it was there in his jeans,
bold as brass and twice as hard.
I looked him briefly in the eye, and he knew I’d looked, knew I’d seen his bulge. You could hardly miss it.
I considered licking my lips at him, but everyone would see. I considered a wink, but for the same reason thought not.
I looked dowm closing my eyes, and gave him the ghost of a smiler. When I opened my eyes again, he was blushing.
I felt someone else looking at me and there was a lad there I barely knew, he looked as if he’d never seen a naked
girl before (Gary was not in this category by a VERY long chalk) he was blushing too, and his pencil was shaking in
his hand, he too kept sneaking a look between my parted thighs. I suddenly had a flash of him pulling his virgin
cock in front of me and splattering my boobs with hot come.
Oh no, leaking again.
The fantasy of before was looming back into my brain, this time an enhanced version of my art teacher was
spreading my legs wider and telling the class to pay special attention to the glistening folds of my pussy,
to see if they could capture my hard little clitoris on canvas.
Oh shut up, brain, LATER not NOW !!
I had the most overwhelming urge to masturbate. I was confident I could come before anyone would be able to ..
well STOP me, or however you want to put it. I would be the talk of the college of course, and get expelled
I guess. I don’t know if they could arrest you for it!
Each minute seemed to hang in the air forever and I was exhausted when the second hand on that big Smith clock
finally limped to top of the hour and the art class was over.
Our teacher was straight over with the robe, and I gratefully wrapped it round me and stood, taking the cloth with me
to behind the screen. I made as if I’d picked it up , with the robe, in error. The pool on it was immense and
terribly obvious.
Once behind the screen, with the hubbub as the class packed their things up, the lads were talking about
Birmingham City. They’ve just seen me naked and they’re talking FOOTBALL !!
I was trembling as I hid myself behind the screen. I had considered keeping all my pent up horniness
for Jonathan, my boyfriend, to recreate it with him, and have him fuck me , but I remembered he was
rugby training and would not be available till late, if at all.
My fingers would have to do, and my pussy would NOT wait, anyway!
I almost groaned as my lead finger probed my pussy lips, I had to keep the back of the other hand
in my mouth to gag myself.
In about twenty seconds – no more – I’d wanked myself to the most heartstopping leg-weakening orgasm, it was
all I could do not to cry out. Oh christ it was such a relief. I quickly dressed, I left my bra off as my
nipples needed some room to poke, they had not calmed down one bit.
As I emerged , still flushed , the teacher once again profusely thanked me for my modelling debut. I got
to see two sketches, and indeed Gary’s was very detailed as regards my mons veneris, and its little bush
which was an even littler bush in his version, with slightest suggestion of a valley in the foliage.
Oh you naughty boy. Everyone one else had me "blank" between the legs in that kind of airbrushed kind of nude.
I liked Gary’s better, I DO have a pussy, and I love her very much.
Lyn xxxx