Done it once….just did it again.
You change into a dressing gown and the instructor asks if there’s anything you need. This, apparently, is code for “What do you/don’t you feel comfortable posing as?” Demure, ‘Rose from Titanic’….or blatant, legs spread? I said let the students decide.
And the students….well….12 of them, guys and girls, and a 50-50 split. As for sexuality…who either knows or cares. As for pose, this turned out to be more Picasso Demoiselle D’Avignon that anything else. I suppose ‘raunchy’ would best describe it.
I was on a couch, lying back, propped up on cushions, but with one leg bent at the knee against the back of the couch, and the other leg out as far as I could comfortably go, foot on the floor. Head looking over my right shoulder right arm curled protectively over my right boob, left hand behind my head.
An electric fire took the chill of the room, but it wasn’t enough to stop my nipples becoming instantly hard….and that was the first change from last time. Last time, I didn’t have pierced nipples. Although the studs I have are small, boy, are they effective!
So, there I lay.
I could see the entire room, and began analysing the expressions I was seeing. Lots of blushing from the guys, and a couple of the girls. Intent staring from to girls…clearly focusing on the task in hand, but one guy and one girl were positioned so they had an unhindered view right between my legs. Whenever I get wet, especially when I’m being stared at like this, my vaginal discharge is more milky than clear, and I knew that soon…very soon, they would be treated to me becoming visibly wet in front of them. If they were really observant…as they should be….they would notice my clit hardening. Not for the first time, I wondered about having a VHC. IVe thought about it often, but as I lay there, I began to seriously consider it.
They had ten minutes to sketch me. Then, new piece of paper…..five minutes. Then three, but focusing on one area. Finally, 20 minutes to focus on one part of me, before a short break and then 45 minutes for a detailed sketch of all of me.
Eyes roving over my naked body, or, as I prefer to call it, heaven on earth!
Afterwards, I was asked if I’d like to view some of there work. Of course I did. My God, I they were good! I mean, seriously good.
But I had to see what the pair looking right at my vagina had done during the “Choose one part of her and really pay attention to detail.”:
And there, in exquisite detail, were two sketches of my vulva….and it’s wetness. Oh boy! What and excitement. Although I now had my dressing gown on again, I could feel the wetness on my inner thighs. I loved the image the girl had drawn. There was….oh, I don’t know….maybe because she had a vulva of her own….maybe because she knew how one felt…..there was a sense of ownership to her rendition, I can’t describe it any better than that, but her drawing almost seemed alive. So I was more than delighted when she handed it to me.
No, this time, there was no sexual interaction….not even, as last time, a quick fingering in the lavatory. This time, there was just me and my drawing. But I had to wonder…..my nose and eyes had shown me that a few of the students were becoming aroused by my body, and I suspect that mine wasn’t the only toilet cubicle on campus in which someone was furiously masturbating at that moment.
I wouldn’t have minded in the least had they Jacked and Jilled off over me right there….but there are rules about such things.
Still, my nose told me the girl whose picture I now have was definitely aroused. Thin, almost threadbare-thin dress, and visible panties underneath….a thong at that…and that scent…the scent of arousal. Guys get hard-ons, girls get wet. Sometimes, guys get wet too, but usually underwear and pants seems to prevent it becoming visible…but not always. Girls not wearing much, well, the slightest movement causes our scent to permeate the air around us. We are designed to attract, after all.
Yes, I have a hyper-sensitive sense of smell, and it has ever let me down.
Standing in that lavatory cubicle, dressing gown on the hook behind me and legs straddling the pan (I know when I’m likely to squirt) I thought of that girl. Miss Brain got to work and supplied me with a delightful, if totally imaginary scenario.
In it, she was straight….had a boyfriend….and yet….while drawing my vulva, she found herself becoming inexplicably aroused….wet…very, very wet. Her clit began to pulse and she realised, in that moment, that she could do something with another girl. As she sketched she realised that she’d like to touch me there, feel my soft wetness….push a finger inside me, and then…oh…then she realised that she’d wanted to taste me. And that was the image she held in her mind in her own lavatory cubicle. Her dress hitched awkwardly up and held under an armpit, while the hand pulled her sodden thong aside and she masturbated to orgasm.
I came hard and heard the trickle of liquid in the toilet pan beneath me. I don’t think I got it all in there, but hey, who cares?
I am not a terrible artist myself. Maybe I should go to a life drawing class and sketch some naked people myself?
Now, that could be fun.
I’ve heard of couples posing….even intimately posing.
Yes…I have to find a life class.
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