🔞🔞 . Art is such an important part of our lives and humans are like snowflakes - we are all so different...and special. That is why sharing our bodies, either clothed or nude, is so special and a gift we do not give lightly.
This is one such occasion.
Lucy, a dirty blond with blue eyes and in her mid-thirties, and I both taught art. I was 31 years of age and loved my art instruction and students. Models were hard to find but I found it easy to model clothed or naked for some of the classes at our institution.
I had just posed for an art class Lucy directed, and we maintained our friendly relationship.
I wondered if my modeling in class for her would change anything, but she seemed as nice as ever and I had a sense that we had bonded.
We usually had lunch together, along with other faculty members, and used our free time together in school for class lesson planning. After a few days she asked if I would be available to model for her painting of me anytime that week. We settled on Tuesday evening. I was a bit anxious thinking of posing for her alone.
I arrived at the studio about 7 p.m., and she greeted me warmly. Lucy wore her usual short denim skirt and a tan blouse smudged with paint. She was average height with a slim build and medium breasts.
"I am looking forward to working with you," Lucy said. "I have several ideas that I would like to try."
"I am all yours." I spoke.
We proceeded to the studio area where I went behind the screen and undressed. I had remembered to bring a robe this time and stood before her in it ready to begin. I didn't feel the sexual tension this time being nude for her again but wondered what her new "ideas" might be. I came out and took off the robe and was ready to begin.
"You look great," Lucy, said smiling. "Let me loosen up with some gesture drawings. Give me some fluid stretching poses for about a minute or two each."
I did as she asked doing some standing athletic type poses for her. She was sketching in charcoal on newsprint paper and working rapidly on each pose. She did not speak and was concentrating on her drawings. My cock was flaccid and elongated and hung loosely down.
I could feel it swing when I changed poses. After about five poses she said she was ready to begin some more finished work and walked over to the platform where I stood.
"I liked the male energy that you showed during the session with our group<" she offered. "You seemed comfortable with your body and not at all inhibited being nude. I want to capture that persona of confidence and sexuality."
I smiled and didn't quite know what to say.
I was flattered by her comments and wanted to please her. I took a standing pose with hands on my hips and my pelvis thrust forward. I bent my left knee slightly and looked directly at her.
"That's good, yes I like it," the female artist praised her male model. "But let's try your right arm just hanging down and your left hand on your hip."
She was ready to start her drawing now. She worked the initial stages quickly with loose long strokes. "I really like the way this pose emphasizes how tall and long your limbs are," she commented. "The way your penis hangs, so loose and long, it mirrors your arms and legs. And your scrotum hangs nicely; the smoothness and the coloring have an inviting look. I think this pose exemplifies the physical you."
This comment sent a tingle through my loins, and I felt a surge of swelling there. "I don't want to embarrass you, but I would like to ask you something about the last session," Lucy posed. "Did you feel sexually aroused when you posed, or was your body's reaction involuntary and accidental?"
"A little of both I think," I said, laughing quietly as I answered.
"Are you feeling aroused at all now?" asked Lucy. "You seem to be changing .....well there." She smiled coyly.
'Yes, I am a little," I admitted. "I think your comments about my body.....well especially my penis is getting to me. I wasn't aware that you were so observant. I find that erotic and it excites me to know you look at me so carefully."
I was trying to compose myself keeping in the pose and trying to suppress any more of an erection than I already had. I felt some pre-cum at the tip of my cock. I knew that she could see it as she continued her drawing.
"It's okay, Robert," she soothed me. "As I told you the other night, I just draw what I see. I feel flattered that you are aroused with me and uninhibited enough to pose that way."
This calmed me and I just went with it as I had before. My cock was erect but not quite rigid and pointed upward and out, and my balls were pulled high.
The time moved by and soon I grew tired and asked her about a break.
"Let me record this pose with a digital photo before we break, O.K.?" said Lucy. She wanted to record my cock in the state it was in now for completing the drawing. I waited as she clicked several frames off and then we stopped for a break.
We sat in the studio, and I stretched out and loosened up from the pose. I had put my robe back on. Lucy excused herself and I wandered around looking through some of the paintings she had on her storage racks.
I looked at a stack of female nudes and realized that the top painting was a self-portrait. She was in a standing pose with a frontal view, looking out at the viewer with her soft blue eyes and mouth expressionless. The small breasts were pointing forward with the deep peach-colored nipples distended. Her pubic triangle was visible with a wisp of brownish hair as she gazed out at the viewer, in an inviting way as if to say I want you to know more about me. The flesh tones were warm and lush, stronger higher in value than in reality everywhere except for the breasts and around her pubic mound where the flesh was paler. She came back in as I was viewing the painting.
"What do you think," asked Lucy. "Is it a good likeness?"
"Yes, it is, at least from what I have seen of you," I responded.
"Cute answer. Are you always so direct?" she countered.
I beamed, grinning.
"Have you done many self-portraits?" I asked her. "I'd like this one and would like to see any others."
She told me that she used herself often as a model and found it therapeutic.
"I try to do a drawing of myself almost every day," she pointed out. "I keep a sketchbook, sort of a diary of my visual self. Mostly they are mundane studies. Actually, just slices of my life."
"Really, that is an interesting concept," I said. "Did you do a sketch today?"
She looked hesitant, but after a moment replied, "Yes I did in fact."
I was now very curious.
"May I see it?" I probed.
"I suppose you can as you have been so open with me posing," said Lucy. "Bear in mind that this is a personal thing and I don't usually share it with just anyone."
She went over to a cabinet and took a leather-bound sketchbook out opening it to the sketch that she had done this morning. It was more of a close-up view of her pelvic area. She was seated and her legs opened toward the viewer so that her vulva was in full view. The drawing was in detail so that all the folds and shapes were visible. There was no pubic hair in this drawing, and the folds of the labia were drawn with great care. Her inner labia were sensuously protruding shaped like delicate petals and the folds of her hood above it were swollen.
It was a very personal view, and I found it so erotic that she would share it with me.
"I am very pleased to have you share this with me. You are very beautiful there," I commented.
Lucy responded, being very open: "I am going through a discovery period about my sexuality now," she said. "I like to record my body as it changes although a woman's body does not show the physical changes during arousal that a man's body does. The changes are subtle and more difficult to record. You have been so open with me I just wanted to return the favor. It is nice to have someone to share with. I will share some of the others with you another time."
Lucy changed the subject. "Well.... shall we continue the drawing now," she offered. I moved to the platform and resumed my pose.
After seeing her self-portraits, I had no problem finding the same state of arousal. She became absorbed in her drawing once again and I lost myself in my thoughts. I was imagining her eyes concentrating on my cock now, tracing the contours of the head and shaft, moving over my ball sack exploring the shapes and details of it. I felt very aroused now and was more rigid than when I had been with her earlier.
Now, my cock was arched straight upward curving gently towards my stomach and the veins were very prominent. I felt as though I could cum just standing there posing for her without even a touch. But I was used to staying on the edge.
"I don't think I have ever seen you this aroused before," noted Lucy. "I hope it is not too uncomfortable. Just hold this pose for me for another five minutes, okay?"
She reached over and got her camera and took some other photos of the pose. My position had changed especially the position of my erection.
"That's good now," she added. "You were wonderful Robert."
Now the session of formal posing is over.
