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Art Model - Chapter 1
(Business woman does nude modeling for college art class)
By: Travel Girl

This is a true story which happened a few years ago. Another one of my
adventures where a small impulsive choice leads to more than expected. My
stories are detailed and slow to buildup, not for the impatient reader.


My company develops technology used all over the world. I am fortunate to
have always been good at math and science and to have pursued engineering at
a good school. I joined my present company while still in school, starting as a
technician and moving up through the organization where I now manage a
number of professionals working in advanced research.

Part of my responsibilities involves teaching our technology to domestic and
international companies and leading to much of my travel.

I am 35 years old and have been doing this kind of work now for many years. I
am single, but have been involved in a few serious relationships. Some of these
relationships suffered due to my travel, at times related simply to my absence
and other times due to my partner being protective or jealous.

People who know me consider me fun loving and outgoing, but also
conservative, meaning that I don't bring a different guy home every night. I
enjoy sex very much, but when I am dating a new person, it usually takes a
while before I would sleep with him.

At times I let my guard down and a few sexual adventures have occurred. Let
me say not boasting I am attractive and it is relatively easy for me to meet and
date men when I am interested. People tell me I look younger than my age and
I stay in good shape. I like to run and this helps me keep a toned figure on my
5'7" athletic frame. I weigh 115 pounds and have natural 34C breasts. Coupled
with blond hair, well, you get the picture. When I am alone it is because I
choose to be. I still believe in the lightning bolt, the right guy for everyone. But
sometimes I prefer to let nature take its course rather than actively search.

Teaching our technology may sometimes occur over many months. The
company I was training was located in central Florida. During the initial
negotiations, part of the deal was my company would provide onsite training

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for two weeks a month. I would not be the only one leading the training, but the
plan was that I would be down personally about one or two weeks per month
over the course of about 6 months. 'Take one for the team' was what my boss
told me.

The heat does not bother me as much as many people, but the training started in
late July and it got really hot many days. The work aspect of the training was
going well. I would fly out on Monday mornings and typically go back on
Friday afternoons.

The Florida company was located in a university town. I like college towns;
good nightlife including bars and music and some variety of restaurants. It was
decided we would stay in hotels rather than rent an apartment for the duration. I
had a rental car, so it was easy to get around.

At the beginning, people at the company would invite me to dinner. I like to
golf and I found the most convenient nearby courses. I would run through the
university grounds. Dinner invitations gradually reduced as we got into a
routine and the guys realized I was not looking to date anybody from the

This story begins about a month into the training during the month of August.
We would typically start at 7:00 am and finish up around 3:30 or 4 pm.
Practically, this meant I did not stay out too late, but it also meant I was on my
own pretty early in the day. I would play golf maybe once or twice a week,
doing a 5 mile run usually on alternate days. Dinner was frequently on my own.
Sometimes I would go out to an actual sit down restaurant, other times
someplace quick.

I found some great college bars to pass time. There were multiple places where
there was food, dancing, live music, etc. But it could also get boring once in a
while. This was not New York City.

I was out to dinner by myself on a Tuesday evening at the start of another
training week. I was at a nice little Italian place which had everything well
prepared. It was quiet and I would typically bring something to read. This night
I had brought the local newspaper which I sometimes found amusing. The town
was not without some crime, but it tended to be minor. Even with the
university, the total population was not very large.

I was not looking for anything in particular in the classified ads, just passing

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time when a particular ad caught my attention. The ad called for art models at
the school for fall classes. It gave a telephone number for additional
information, but otherwise was very uninformative.

It has always been a dream of mine to model. I am good looking, but I don't
claim to be professional model attractive. I have a good career and it was really
too late to consider modeling. Modeling is also not the kind of job you can fit it
in with a real job. I had lots of assumptions going through my head while I
fantasized, but I guessed "art model" to mean there could possibly be nudity
involved although the ad was silent.

I am comfortable with my body. I have gone to nude beaches many times. I
admit the thought of being in something like Playboy is a fantasy, although I
don't have the kind of looks necessary. Practically though, I had a relatively
important job. I am well known within my industry, so from a professional
perspective posing nude was not aligned to my career. There was also the social
stigma. I was not bothered by it, but my family and friends would have been
shocked to know I even like to go to nude beaches.

I would love to appear in Playboy if they did something where people did not
know it was me. It sounds contradictory, but nevertheless, these were some of
the things going through my mind. After dinner, I toyed with the idea of calling
to at least find out the details.

It was still early while I daydreamed; only a little after 6 pm as I finished
dinner. My attitude was almost a "what the heck" point of view when I called
the number on the ad. I got an operator and told her what I was calling for and I
was transferred the art department.

He answered, "Dr. Reynolds."

I said I was calling about the ad in the newspaper for art models. His tone
softened as he explained what they were looking for. He said the art school was
looking for models for the fall semester and they were looking for photography
models as well as art models. When I said the ad only mentioned art models, he
said photography models were paid more and the openings were easier to fill.
He also mentioned that both photography and art modeling involved nudity.

I had more or less expected that, but it was still a bit of a shock to have it
spoken out loud.

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I asked about the time of the classes and how long they lasted, mentioning that
I worked during the day and I was only in town on business usually one or two
weeks per month. To my surprise, he replied that was not a problem as many of
the classes did not use models and that they had some other models lined up

He then mentioned he was a professor at the college and the class instructor. He
said I should think about it and if I was interested, I should come by the school
to get more of details and handle the paperwork. He said classes were starting
in a couple of weeks so they were trying to fill out the slots as soon as

A lot was going through my mind and it would have been easy to chicken out.
But I found the idea of modeling to be exciting and I thought by finding out
more I would not be committing to anything. After all, the very things which
had always prevented me from doing something like this were still there.

So really it was on almost on a lark when I asked when would be a good time to
find out more.

He replied, "The classes run in the evenings from 7 to 9 pm on Tuesday,
Thursday and Fridays. I am here tonight and then again on Thursday."

I mentioned I would not be available at all on Friday nights due to my travel
schedule and I asked if it was a problem. In hindsight, it was almost as if I was
searching for a reason to back out.

He replied it was not a problem and repeated what he said earlier about having
other models and that many classes did not have models.

He said caught me off guard by saying, "Why don't you stop by tonight?"

I could have hung up the phone or come up with an excuse. I could have also
played for time and suggested a time on Thursday. A lot was going through my
mind quickly, but it seemed like not much of a risk.

I responded, "Tonight would be fine. What time would work for you?"

He suggested 7:30 pm and gave me the location of the art school.

After we hung up, I realized I had been in a psychological negotiation with

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myself. Almost daring myself to do it, but then trying to talk myself out of it
too. I sometimes try to analyze things too much instead of going with the flow,
but I also knew I would try to understand and control both my excitement and
also my hesitation.

I was very nervous but also exhilarated thinking about it. I had about 45
minutes before meeting with Professor Reynolds, so I went back to my hotel to
change clothes. I had been wearing shorts and a tank to due the hot weather. I
guess it was my upbringing, but even for an 'interview' for a job like this; I did
not want to go looking too casual. I also took the time to shower first as I had
been outside for a while on a hot Florida summer day.

My blond hair was shoulder length and I wore it down with a loose fitting red
floral sundress. While I was getting ready and driving to the school, I had run
through all the reasons I should not pursue this. I finally came to the realization
I had an easy escape if I did not want to go through with it. Just come up with
an excuse of any kind. I did not have to commit to anything; just leave with a
'let me think about it."

I headed up to the college and arrived on time. The university was spread out
over a large area of the city. The art school was not a very big, a one story
building with a parking lot in front and nice looking grounds with a lot of trees.
I had run by the building before without having paid attention.

I went in and walked down the hallway where I saw the art department sign.
The building was quiet as classes had not yet started. There was another
corridor and I found his office.

I knocked, "Hello, Professor Reynolds? We spoke a little while ago about the
art modeling."

He smiled as he got up from behind his desk, "Yes, hello, thanks for coming.
You must be Beth."

He extended his hand and asked me to sit down.

He said, "Have you ever done any art modeling before?"

I replied I had never done modeling of any kind.

He said, "No problem. What made you decide to start?"

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I smiled and said, "Well, I have not actually decided for sure yet. But the
thought of it was very intriguing and something I always wanted to try."

He laughed, "Yes, I have gotten ahead of myself, haven't I? First, don't be
nervous. I'll let you know what we are looking for and then you can tell me if
you are interested."

He was a nice looking man, perhaps in his late 40's. I had not needed to change
clothes, as he was wearing shorts and sandals with a polo shirt. Very casual, but
I guess appropriate for the situation.

He said, "We have separate art and photography classes. We are anticipating
about 8 - 10 art students and about 30 photography students. Models get $30
per hour for photography and $15 per hour for art class. Most of the models we
use work in both classes."

He continued, "Both classes involve nudity. There is nothing sexual. Ever. This
is artistic modeling, typically classic style posing. We may use articles of
clothing sometimes to create an effect. Would you be all right with the nudity

I replied that I was comfortable with nudity of the type he described, but I also
told him I would only consider the art modeling. I explained my career would
not be conducive to having nude images out in public and while that killed off
the photography class, I thought art modeling would only be a likeness and I
would not be identifiable.

He was a little surprised, "The other models will like you. They prefer mostly
photography because of the higher pay, but we try to even it out to be fair. If
you would only be doing art, it will allow them to do more of the photography."

I listened further as he repeated the times of the class and asked whether it
would present a conflict. He took down my information.

I asked, "I am a little surprised you have trouble getting enough models. For a
college student, the money is pretty good. For me, the money is not part of the
interest; it is more the whole experience."

He said, "School policy is we do not use students for modeling. To be candid,
not drawing on the undergraduate population makes it difficult. If I may also be

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blunt, women can also make more money at strip clubs."

He continued, "What do you think so far, is this something you might like to
do? Let me show you the studio."

I had been thinking a lot while he had been describing things. I said, "So far so
good, I would be interested if you have any examples of what type of posing,

"C'mon then, we can do that at the studio."

We walked down the hallway and across to the other side of the building. The
art class room was relatively large. There was what I thought of as a stage area.
It had an elevated portion, some props, some furniture I imagined was part of
the scene and a variety of different lighting apparatus'.

"Usually the students are spread in semi-circle around the model. Like I said,
we are expecting somewhere around 8 to 10 students for art this semester. More
are in photography, but in general art is not as popular these days. However, the
art students tend to be more dedicated and devoted to the study and I would
also say, perhaps more talented."

We walked over to the other side of the room where he pulled out some
examples of the style of posing. He pulled out pencil drawings first and then
some water colors and finally oil painting. He also opened a file drawer
showing the style of work over a typical semester. There were a large number
of still life art such as flowers, vases, fruit, etc. There was also a great deal of
emphasis on light and shadow and geometry. The classes were focused on
refining the student's technique.

Professor Reynolds showed me posing examples as well. One had a model
sitting on the sofa chair with legs extended looking up and some sort of a cloth
covering her waist. Another was a fully nude pose simply standing. There were
a variety of other poses which you might see on any photoshoot. The poses
were of what I would call classical, whether it was from a renaissance style or
what you might call artistic. None of the poses he showed would fall into an
erotica category.

He explained, "In photography, there could be a hundred different poses but in
art there would only be one or maximum two in a session. Oh, by the way,
there are breaks whenever you need one, but usually every 20 or 30 minutes to

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allow you to stretch and walk around."

I was absorbing all of this as he continued showing the template book. I saw
some of the poses included more than one model, sometimes two women,
sometimes a man and women.

I had not said anything, but apparently he noticed my surprise, "These poses
sometimes don't happen. Either we don't have enough models or someone is
uncomfortable. The main purpose is for the students to see contrast and the
flow of the body forms together."

None of the poses were provocative, but some of them had some degree of
touching or body contact although nothing which looked sexual.

He continued, "Like I said at the beginning, nothing sexual at all goes on or is
implied. It is simply not allowed."

That part was never a consideration; I had full confidence in what he was
saying and told him so.

He went on, "It requires great skill to capture the human body with drawing or
paint. We teach contours, geometry, shadows, contrast, and symmetry. The
students have to possess the inherent talent and ability beforehand or they are
not accepted."

I said, "The class is not open to the student body?"

"Oh no, it is limited to serious, qualified students. When I said 8 to 10 are
expected, we know of 8 students for sure. We know the names of 2 more who
are not yet 100%. By the way, I teach the art class. That is also the reason I do
the model screening as it is sometimes harder to fill. I have been doing this for
8 years, so we have somewhat of a system in place."

I thanked him for taking the time to explain things so well. We talked a little
about scheduling and it was determined doing two hour sessions on Tuesdays
and Thursdays on the week I would be in town would work out fine.

He then said, "So here is a good point where you can decide to back out or not.
You obviously are very pretty and you look to be a good candidate. But if you
are serious about this, I will need you to undress so I can make sure there are no

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He looked at me hesitating and said, "I can see you are not quite sure about

He let that hang out there for a moment, but after a pause, he said, "We are not
looking for perfection, but I need to make sure there is nothing too distracting
about your body, either significant tattoos, piercings, or scars which will
distract the student's attention."

What he said made sense and even during the last 20 minutes of discussion I
had wondered whether there was an audition.

I smiled, "Well, if you can read my mind that easy......then you already know I
am serious about this."

He smiled back, "Good. There is a dressing room through that door. There
should be a robe on a hook. If you would come out when you are ready, I will
wait out here."

I had not fully decided to do this or not and this would have been a perfect time
to back out. I make a lot more money than was being offered here and there
was some apprehension about how I would actually feel posing nude. However,
my real concerns about anonymity and whether the whole class was
professional or not had all been answered. And my personality was not really
one of being too timid.

Whatever I would end up doing, walking out now seemed cowardly. Also, to be
completely candid, I had gotten excited by the thought of doing this. So I went
back to the dressing room and slipped off my clothes. I took off the sundress
and realized he really had no idea what kind of figure I had as the dress was
loose fitting and flowing.

I removed my bra and panty. After looking at myself in the mirror and being
grateful for having a good workout program, I felt proud of my body. I realized
I had gotten lucky on one point. I like nude beaches, but I never have been able
to go often enough to have an all over tan. Normally I would have some tan
lines from golfing, sunning in a bikini, etc. However, I had recently been going
to a tanning salon. Nothing to do with this art modeling. The result was that I
did not have a deep tan, but there were no distinct tan lines.

I put on the robe and I walked back out into the studio as Professor Reynolds

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came over.

At this moment, I was very nervous, not unlike how I feel when I first strip at a
nude beach. But I realized the analogy and it was calming.

He said, "I know this is your first time, but don't be nervous. Take your time
and we'll start whenever you are ready."

I acted calmer than I felt. I untied the robe and laid it down over a chair. I was
standing completely nude in front of him. Without him saying anything I turned
to show him my backside and then turned to face him.

So here I was, standing nude in front of a stranger. It had nothing to do with
him, but I find that kind of a situation somewhat stimulating and like clockwork
I could feel my nipples harden. I wondered if he had noticed.

Sort of to break the tension, I said, "No piercings, scars or tattoos."

He replied, "You have a great figure, congratulations, you will work out fine.
Nice tone and lots of curves. You obviously keep in good shape. As we say in
the art world, you have a voluptuous body. Would you mind if I offer a couple
of suggestions?"

I replied, "Yes, of course."

He continued, "It will be best if you use a nail polish of a natural color or none
at all and light or even no makeup. Whatever you are comfortable with, but
nothing that draws too much attention. Your body will be the focus."

I listened as he continued, "It may not be possible for you if you are coming
right from work, but it would also be better if you do not wear a bra or panty or
tight fitting clothes for maybe an hour before we start, so the lines on your skin
have time to fade. You can wear your hair down, but sometimes I might want
you to wear it up if you agree. It is also up to you, but we prefer if you can
remove rings and not wear any jewelry."

His suggestions made perfect sense and I thanked him. As I had been standing
there nude while we talked as he had been looking me over, my nipples had
been very hard.

He said, "I will not pressure you to decide right away. Think about it and get

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back to me. However, I think you would be a great model for the students and I
hope you will decide to go ahead."

I said, "I don't have to think about it. I will try it out for at least one session and
then we can talk about it again going forward."

He said, "That's fantastic. Thank you."

We talked about me starting in two weeks as I would be back again then. He
showed me the initial poses he had in mind. The first would be sitting on the
sofa with legs extended. The second would be a fully nude standing pose with
arms up.

He said, "If you want to try them for a second, it might help you think about it."

I agree it was a good idea and I sat down on the sofa. It had no back and only
one end had an arm. So I leaned back and tried to imitate the picture he had
shown me. I raised my knee on the leg toward him and rested my hand on the
knee. It was something like the style Kate Winslet had done on the movie

He said, "Good, good. Now arch your back a little and push your chest forward.
Good. Look toward me now, good. And now tilt your head upward. Perfect.
Hold that and you have got it."

While he was giving me the pose instructions he had been walking around the
sofa, sort of looking at all angles. I realized when he was standing at the foot of
the sofa he could have a pretty good look at my pussy from that angle.
However, it did not seem like he was doing anything other than professional.
After all, this was about nude modeling. He had not talked me into anything.

For the second pose, I simply stood. I positioned my legs where the right was in
front of the left. My right arm went behind my head and my left arm was up
too, but curved to touch my shoulder. I knew this kind of pose would make my
breasts look great.

"OK, you are a natural. That's great."

I relaxed, "Thank you."

I asked him he could give me a photocopy of the two poses.

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He said, "Sure. I'll make a photocopy. Why don't you go ahead and get dressed
and come back to my office where we can finish up. Oh, by the way, the house
rules on your dressing room are if the door is closed, no one may come in
without knocking and hearing your welcome. If the door is open or cracked,
people may knock and come in at the same time. Sometimes the students will
use the bathroom in that room. We have never had any thefts, but you might
not want to bring anything too valuable."

When I returned to the office, we exchanged telephone and contact information
and set up a schedule for me in the class. It was clear I could back off after the
first session if I did not like it, but if we went forward, he wanted to try and get
a plan in place. We also exchanged e-mail addresses so if my travel plans
changed I could give him as much advance notice as possible.

As I drove away, I felt a little exhausted. Not from being tired from not enough
sleep, but more as if I had been very much at a high level of concentration and
could now relax. This modeling was a way for me to fulfill the fantasy without
losing my anonymity. I realized I was aroused after standing nude in front of a
stranger like that.

It was not as if I had been attracted to Prof. Reynolds sexually. The point was
the situation was the reason I had been aroused. Being an object, even if was
artistic in nature, was somewhat thrilling. I had the feeling this was how it must
have felt after a photography photoshoot.

During the next two weeks, the thought of my upcoming modeling session was
never too far from my thoughts. I thought about what my attitude would be in
front of the larger audience. How I would feel after the initial thrill wore off?
My mind would often drift off to various unrealistic fantasies over what would

My feelings got more intense as I prepared to fly down on Monday morning. I
worked Monday afternoon and then went for a long run before dinner. I went
out to a local college bar and had a few beers while listening to live music.

Even though I had to work on Tuesday, when I awoke I realized the day had
finally come. I never thought to back out; I was looking forward to the session.
I was actually grateful for working. I had to concentrate during the training
session, so it made the day go by quite fast. I got back to my hotel only about
an hour before I would have to go to the school. I took a quick shower.

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I followed the suggestions from Dr. Reynolds and did not wear a bra or panty
as I dressed. I carried a little duffel bag with those things and wore a different
sun dress which did not look too sleazy without a bra.

I had butterflies as I drove over, even more tense as I pulled into the parking
lot. I arrived a couple of minutes early and went inside. I stopped by Dr.
Reynolds office, but his office was empty. I walked over to the studio where he
was already there with the students. He saw me and walked over. He looked
briefly relieved, as if he was worried whether I would show up or not.

He extended his hand, "Nice to see you. C'mon, let me introduce you to the

He escorted me over to the group.

"Hello, everyone, this is Beth. She is going to be modeling for us this evening."

The students, I should say kids, were all smiling and very friendly. I did not get
all of the names as it was going very fast. It was 8 students; I guess the two
non-committed did not come after all, evenly split between men and women.

I am 35 now and this happened when I was 30. I say 'kids' because many
looked like they were around 20 years old. It was not a problem, but somehow
it had not crossed my mind the college students would be college age. So much
for my great analytical skills.

The students were getting their things set up when Dr. Reynolds told me to
come out whenever I was ready.

I went into the adjacent room where I had changed before. It was not a locker
room, more of a storage area. There was a bathroom with a door, but where I
was changing was open if someone walked in unless the door was closed. I
closed it, set my things on a chair and started to get undressed. I was starting to
question this decision when I heard Dr. Reynolds knock.

I was already nude, so I held the robe up in front of me as I said, "Come in."

He looked at me and said, "Beth, don't be nervous. The students are also new to
art modeling. I think they are looking forward to it, but this will be a new
experience for them too. Just relax tonight, and tell me privately if anything

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bothers you."

I smiled as he finished and relaxed a little. I slipped on my robe as he was
giving me the calming words. I was in control enough that I could act calm
enough to fool others, but inside I was still very anxious.

I came out of the room wearing my robe and went over to the sofa as we had
rehearsed. Just as I do at a nude beach, I took sort of a mental deep breath and
removed the robe. Dr. Reynolds came over as I handed it to him and got into

I had practiced the pose many, many times over the previous two weeks. So I
think I got pretty close to correct right away. Dr. Reynolds made a couple of
slight adjustments to my right leg and shoulder position. He laid a silk cloth
over my pussy area. His final instruction was to look up a little and to relax my

Generally I had avoided looking at the students while I disrobed and got into
position so as not to be too nervous. I kept my head still, but to the extent I
could I scanned the room at the students.

Some were using easels; some had pads on their laps or crooked into their
arms. Dr. Reynolds was doing some final adjustments to the lighting.

I listened as he was giving some tips to the class. "Observe the shadows and
light through her hair. Start with contour and outline. Compose the whole
image in your mind before you start."

I had been told there was some spectrum of skill levels for the various students.
Some had been in art classes their whole lives; others were relatively new but
had demonstrated a talent sufficient to be admitted.

Dr. Reynolds himself was walking around to each of the students. I could hear
just bits and pieces as his specific instructions were spoken low to not distract
the other students. It seemed they were all doing pencil drawings tonight to
begin. I could hear some instructions on very technical terms such as the angle
of the pencil, how sharp of a point to use, etc. But I would also hear
instructions related to me -- "notice the muscle tone around the shoulders, try to
capture it. See how the shadows around her neck flow, don't pay so much
attention to her hair yet. That comes later".

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I had relaxed by now. I was comfortable holding the pose in this position. But I
also felt still some exhilaration knowing the students were looking at me. In
this pose, and because the students were in a semi-circle around me, I realized
they did not all have exactly the same view of me. My right arm was probably
obscuring some view of my breast for some of them while others would have a
clear view of my nipples. I had relaxed enough so that my nipples were no
longer hard.

We had been going for about 30 minutes when Dr. Reynolds suggested a break.
It felt good to stand up and I walked over to slip on my robe. I walked back to
the other room and stretched for a moment.

Dr. Reynolds peeked his head in, "Are you doing alright?"

I smiled and said, "Actually, this is fun."

He replied, "That's great. I can tell you will be a great model."

I came back out after just a couple of minutes and resumed my pose. I did
notice some of the students checking me out pretty closely after I took off my
robe and walked back to the sofa giving them an unobstructed view of my

I was apparently not in exactly the same pose as before as Dr. Reynolds spoke
some adjustments to posture and position. After a couple of shifts in my
position, he was satisfied, "Good, just like that."

We continued as before. I would glance my eyes at some of the students while
they drew. Some would smile slightly; others did not seem to notice. All of
them seemed to be very intent on their drawing. I would concentrate on the
pose, it was not really possible to just let my mind wander unrestrained. I did
wonder how the drawings were coming, I wondered what the professor and
students were thinking. I thought of what it would have been like to have been
a model for one of the master artists.

I was still very thrilled by the entire experience. We had been going for another
30 minutes or so when Dr. Reynolds called for another break. I walked over
and put my robe back on. I asked if it was alright if I looked at the drawings.
He said of course.

The students were all talented, but it was easy to see the differing skill levels. I

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was very impressed by the overall quality of the students' drawings. I was glad
that none of the drawings would allow my identity to be seen clearly. It was
also clear that some were faster than others. A couple of the drawings were
essentially complete, others were perhaps half done.

With that as context, I should say my focus as I looked at the drawings was
how I looked. I was very happy with the results. My shape looked wonderful,
some of the more advanced students gave me goose bumps as I viewed their
work. They were so good. I am not the art expert, but I know what I like and
what I don't. Even with my layman's knowledge, some of the drawings were
better than the others. For one in particular, I felt I looked fantastic. He had
captured the pose, the light, the shadows, the feelings. My body and face
looked special, I was very pleased. I noticed he had noticed many details, such
as shadows on my shoulders and waist; he had captured details including a
hardened nipple. Just seeing this made them harden again. I was glad I had the
robe on.

Dr. Reynolds noticed I lingered a little long on this drawing. "How do you like
our prodigy?"

I replied, "Very impressed. I had not really thought about how I would like the

I had forgotten his name, but Dr. Reynolds said, "James has a very bright

He smiled at the both of us as we were looking at his work. He looked so
young, even a little geeky, but innocent.

One of the other male students and one of the female students work was also
exceptional, but the drawing from James seemed to me the best.

It was time to resume the session, but now would be the standing pose. This
time there would be no hiding behind the silk cloth, or having my arms or legs
obscure me. I took off my robe again and walked to my position.

My left foot was in front of my right. My back was arched. My right arm was
lifted up high, with my elbow raised over my head and my hand behind my
head. My left hand was on my waist. It was a classic pose, but I certainly felt
more open and exposed than previous.

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I felt a little nervous again, but it soon passed. This pose was more difficult to
hold for an extended time and I was soon looking forward to the upcoming
break. I had a slight smile for this pose as instructed and I could more easily
observe the students this time.

Again I notice how intently they were working. They would mostly look at
their pads and glance up for a second to reframe my look in their minds. Dr.
Reynolds would point out different things to them. He had changed the light
around this time. He pointed out particular shadows to notice, he mentioned
they should notice the muscle tone in my legs. I knew this pose was
complimentary to my breasts from practicing this pose in front of the mirror. I
had debated to myself whether to completely shave, but I had elected to keep
my narrow strip as when I had first interviewed.

I wondered what went through their heads now as they drew. I imagined the
girls were more dispassionate, but I wondered what went on in the heads of the
guys. I am a nice looking, in this case, older woman. I wondered if they had
any feelings outside of the purely artistic job at hand.

Finally Dr. Reynolds suggested it was time for a break. I gratefully relaxed my
arms. I smiled as he apologized for waiting so long.

I replied, "No problem, in another minute, I would have begged."

I went into the other room to get some water and to sit down for a minute.
There was not really any point to wearing the robe as I had been totally nude in
front of everyone for perhaps 25 minutes. I sat and relaxed for maybe 5
minutes. No one had bothered me. When I felt ready, I went back out and
resumed my posing.

We continued as before and soon the session came to a close. Again it felt good
to relax.

I put on my robe again. As before, I went around looking at the various
drawings. One of the girls, Amanda, had done a beautiful drawing. I felt
honored to have been the model. Amanda herself was very sweet as she
thanked me. I later learned she was a senior although she still looked quite
young to me. She was dressed very plainly, without makeup, but I had the
impression with help she could be very beautiful.

I returned the compliment and sincerely noted her skill. I did not want to judge

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the various talent levels of the students, I really could not be sure of the
technique. But just aesthetically, her drawing seemed wonderful to me.

I went to the others as well. Again, some were not as fast as others and some of
the drawings seemed half as far along. But all seemed skillful to me. One of the
other girls, Carolyn, was the prettiest of the girls. She was perhaps not the best
of the artists present, but nobody was without skill.

One of the male students had done a much better job this time than when I had
been sitting. Eric was the oldest of the male students, another senior. He gave
me sort of a smirk along with a smile as I looked at his drawing. He may have
also tried to steal a peek down my robe while I stood there, which seemed quite
strange as I had been fully nude for the last couple of hours.

I made it down to James and I was blown away by his drawing. Eric and
Amanda had done beautiful drawings, but I thought James' work was again the
best of the group. The details were subtle and complex. I cannot due justice to
try and describe the differences compared to the others, but suffice to say it
seemed at a higher level.

Again I felt very special, even exalted. I felt honored to have been captured this
way. It was artistic, but it was also sensual and I felt glad to have agreed to
model this way.

"Wow, thank you James."

He replied, "Thank you too. I enjoyed drawing you."

The students were putting their things away and I walked back to get dressed. I
had just put on my panty and bra when Dr. Reynolds knocked and poked his
head in. I had left the door open according to house rules. I did not really need
any privacy while I was getting dressed with people who had been looking at
me nude for the last couple of hours.

"Hey, great job tonight Beth. Stop by my office on your way out."

I slipped on my dress and shoes and came out. A couple of the students had
already left, but I told the rest of them, "See you next time."

They were all friendly and polite, thanking me and saying good night. It might
have been my imagination, but each of the guys seemed to have a strange look

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as if it had been strange to have seen me naked all night.

I went over to Dr. Reynolds office and sat down.

"So Beth, what did you think?"

I told him the truth, "I really enjoyed this. It got my adrenalin going at first, but
then as I relaxed it was very interesting. I was surprised by my reaction to the
quality of the drawings."

He replied, "Yes, I noticed you saw how good James is already. Painting is
really his specialty, but you will also see that Eric and Amanda are good too."

I thought it was interesting I had ranked them high as well; maybe my eye is
not so bad.

He continued, "Will we have you back next time?"

I quickly replied yes and he seemed pleased, saying, "I was hoping you would
continue. I will look forward to next time."

I said, "I look forward to that too."
To be continued...........
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