Posing nude for an art class at a local college seems like a great way to earn a little extra money. But when the instructor asks me to stay after class, I'm nervous ... until I realize sexy student Sarah is staying behind.
Brad just wants to draw me, or so he says. And Sarah knows just how to move my body into positions he wants to see. Soon it isn't just me he's drawing ...
Brad helped me off the table, and as the last of the students closed the door, he asked, “How’d you handle it, being your first time and all?”
“Okay,” I said shyly, feeling uncomfortable being in such close proximity to him.
He made no move to hand me my robe and I wasn’t sure whether or not to make a grab for it -- after all, I’d been naked for an hour already, so what did it matter that we were chatting and I was still naked?
“You’ve got a great body,” he said, eyeing me.
“Thanks.” I blushed all over, hoping he wasn’t going to make a pass at me.
“I wouldn’t mind doing a quick sketch of you myself, if you feel up to it, that is?”
“Sure,” I said, remembering he was supposed to be one of the best teachers around, so he must have been pretty impressed with me.
“You wouldn’t be adverse to a more, let’s say, provocative pose?”
“Not at all,” I said, wondering what he meant.
“Great. I’d like you to lie up on the table, one leg bent slightly open, an arm thrown up over your head, relaxed, your hair spilling over the edge.”
I wondered what he meant by my leg slightly open.
“Sarah,” he called out. “Could you assist me?”
I peered about apprehensively. I thought all the students had gone, but now I saw one still at her easel. It was her, the girl who had been staring at me throughout the whole session. She came forward with a wicked twinkle in her eye and a slight smile on her sexy mouth.
“You know which position I’d like, perhaps you could help,” he said.
With that, she proceeded to guide me. She helped me up, her fingers lightly grazing my breast as she grabbed my elbow. A quickening like a flash of heat surged through my body. I wasn’t a teacher, but this girl was a student. Could she possibly be coming on to me or was I just imagining it?
Laying me down, she positioned me by moving my arms in different poses first, then fluffed up my hair. Holding one ankle, she pushed my leg upward, causing my knee to fall open, then casually lay my bent leg down, her fingers lightly touching my calf. It was as though a flame ran over my skin.