A Nude Day Wedding

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I was late to chemistry lab again and hurried up the aisle to the workbench I shared with my lab partner, Eric. He’d rummaged through his backpack for his notebook and was replacing the contents. One of the items was a tiny bit of sewn cloth. “Is that a swimsuit?”

“Yes, it is, Linda.” Eric zipped his backpack and put it under the bench. He looked like he wanted to say more but hesitated.

We’re both geology majors and were in several classes together the past year. We were good study partners but nothing else. He looked a decade older than me, too old for my taste. I’d never teased him before and didn’t know what came over me.

“It doesn’t look like it covers much, but I’d like to see for myself. Do you wear it at the pool?”

His smile told me I’d guessed correctly; he had more to say. “Yes, I do. If you’re serious, though, I’ll be out by the pond on the commons after lab.”

Professor Cowen stepped up to the lectern, and I had to wait until after the lab experiment was explained and demonstrated before I could satisfy my curiosity. A half an hour later, I asked, “You’re wearing it by the pond in a couple hours?”

He focused on setting up the chemistry experiment. “Yeah, the art department got a few complaints when I modeled nude outside last semester, so I wear my thong. It’s almost nude.”

“You’re a nude art model? Why didn’t I know that?”

“I don’t advertise to casual acquaintances. You should try it; you’d be great and very popular.”

“What? I’m too tall, plus-sized, and nobody wants to look at my naked body.”

“Well, Linda, aside from being beautiful and sexy, you have a presence, an attitude, that commands attention. Artists would love drawing you.”

I went from feeling mildly flirty to hoping to see this man nearly nude after chem lab. I also liked his implication I was no longer a casual acquaintance. His suggestion I stand naked and be watched by a group of strangers was both horrifying and provocatively exciting; I could feel my nipples harden at the thought. “I can’t think about this right now, or I’ll get to distracted from the chemistry experiment. We’ll talk later.”

At the end of the lab, Eric rushed to clean up to leave early and change. I offered to take care of the cleanup and afterward wandered over to the campus commons and saw the group of 20 students near the edge of the pond sitting on the ground or folding chairs focused and on Eric as he slowly moved through yoga-like poses. Ten minutes later, he switched to stationary poses, five minutes each.

I went to the campus coffee shop to sit and study while keeping track through the window. Eric’s tall, over six feet, and slim. A swimmer’s body, not bulky, just tight. Broad-shouldered too. Sitting there, watching him pose, I don’t know why I didn’t think of him as anything other than a classmate.

My mom’s boyfriend abused me in my late teens, and I ended up running away from home and living on the street. It took a long time to overcome those issues. When I returned to community college, I didn’t trust myself to talk with a guy.

Here at Sonoma, I began to talk to a few male classmates. I’d turned twenty-five and knew I was missing something; relationships. But Eric was too old for me. We had a great classroom and study session rapport, but I’d never thought of flirting with him. I tried guys more my age, sometimes younger.

The art class finished up a couple hours later, and Eric dressed. I went out after he finished talking with the professor.

He picked up his backpack and looked at me, “I’m glad you stuck around. What did you think?”

“Your poses held their attention, and they liked what you did. I did too, it was fun looking at your body. You do look good. It’s too bad they wouldn’t let you pose nude.”

“I’m modeling at the community center out on Rincon tomorrow evening. You’re welcome to come and see the full package, as it were. That’s a double invitation if you’d consider modeling yourself.”

“If you can’t tell from the way I dress, I don’t like people looking too closely at my body. I can’t imagine standing nude in front of artists or that they would want to draw me the way they obviously enjoy drawing you.” I’d lied. I could imagine standing nude in front of strangers, and the thought both horrified and excited me.

“Well, Linda, I know you don’t dress to reveal, but your t-shirt can’t hide your hard nipples. I’d say you have conflicted feelings about exposing yourself.”

I blushed and had to look away but forced my arms to stay at my sides and not cover my nipples. I looked at Eric, “Conflicted feelings, the story of my life.”

“The same for me when I started, scared and excited. I’m an exhibitionist at heart, and finding my way to art modeling probably kept me out of jail.”

“How long have you been modeling?” I couldn’t get those two thoughts, seeing Eric nude and me being naked in front of people, out of my mind. I knew I’d have to go tomorrow.

“I started when I lived in Stockton a while adana escort ago. I managed a medical supply company for homecare equipment. It gave me the freedom to do the occasional modeling session during the day.”

“I can’t believe I’ve known you a year, and I didn’t find this out about you. It’s intriguing. I’ll consider tomorrow night. What time and where exactly?”

“At the Oakmont community center on Rincon just beyond Calistoga Road from 7:00 to 10:00. There are usually 20 or so artists. An older woman, Janet, is nominally in charge. I’ll let her know you might show up. I don’t have any classes tomorrow, so I hope to see you there. Goodbye, Linda.”

“Bye, Eric. If I can’t make it, have fun tomorrow.”

I stood there a few moments and watched as he turned and walked toward the parking lot. I couldn’t believe how much I tingled in anticipation of watching Eric. When I started off to my car, I realized I was daydreaming of posing with him. I knew then I’d have to overcome any fear and follow the warm, wet glow between my legs.

The next night, excitement clouded my thoughts. I missed a crucial turn and ended up taking a long, indirect route to the community center. I was so flustered arriving 20 minutes late I nearly gave up and went home. I tried to calm myself in the Oakmont parking lot and eventually plowed ahead.

The community center was more extensive than it looked from the outside and fortunately had an attendant at the reception counter who gave directions to the proper room. I stood in front of the closed door, took a few slow, deep breaths to calm down, and quietly opened the door.

The model stand was off to the left against one of the short walls of the rectangular room. An almost equal mix of 15 women and men stood at easels or sat on drawing benches and filled three-quarters of the room. Eric was in a standing pose, his body twisted, arms outstretched, and his back to me. His muscular ass revealed no tan lines.

I turned to find a chair, but a friendly, older woman sitting near the door looked up and whispered, “Linda?”

“Yes. Janet?”

She stood up and extended her hand. “Yes. I’m so glad you made it. Eric told me you might come and even consider modeling. It’s been so long since we’ve had a couple to draw, and seeing how gorgeous you are, I do hope you will.”

“Well, Eric invited me to see how it all works. He definitely piqued my interest, but honestly, it’s frightening. I don’t feel anyone would want to draw this big body.”

She put her hand on my forearm. “Oh honey, Eric is completely correct. You are stunning. We like to draw all sorts of body types, but I know you’re afraid and maybe embarrassed. I can tell you like seeing Eric up there, though. Wouldn’t it be exciting to get to know him more intimately while having all these appreciative artists as chaperones?”

I blushed, “Am I obvious?”

“What’s not to like? If I were 20 years younger, I’d eagerly jump up there with him. Those days are in the rear-view mirror, except for the vicarious thrill of drawing him. You’d make my day if you’d model for us.”

“How long has Eric modeled here?”

“Three years. We’ve followed his wife leaving him, selling his business, applying to university, and his love of geology. Several of us tried to introduce him to various women, but he resisted. We felt a glimmer of hope after this semester started, and he’d talk about his chemistry lab partner.”

I felt butterflies in my stomach, in addition to the wetness between my legs. “Eric’s mentioned me before?”

“Yes, he has. General interest since he started back to university and much more specific from the beginning of the semester.” She turned to get a chair. “Here you go, Linda. We have a break in ten minutes, and I’ll get Eric over here to discuss you joining him.”

“Thanks, Janet, but I’m not sure.”

“I understand. In the meantime, he’s a mouthwatering sight, isn’t he?”

I smiled and sat down as Janet returned to her drawing. Eric changed his pose and faced me but looked up to the ceiling at the back of the room. He was completely shaved down there, which was a good thing because otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to see much of his cock and balls. Maybe the room was colder than I felt. A tiny, scrunched-up, circumcised dick dangled a couple inches over his tight, wrinkled scrotum. It was all so adorable.

After two more short poses, it was break time. Eric stretched, bent over to get his robe, jumped down from the stand, and walked in my direction. Janet stood next to me.

He smiled a wide, eye sparkling grin while he walked toward me. “You made it.”

“I missed a turn and got misplaced. That’s why I was late. Sorry.”

“I’m glad you eventually found your way here. I saw Janet trying to strong-arm you into posing tonight. Please don’t feel obligated. She hasn’t drawn a couple in some time and is feeling desperate.”

“There’s no pressure. I only encouraged Linda along the path she clearly wanted ankara escort to follow.” Janet’s generous smile belied her mock indignity. “Right, Linda?”

“I’m nervous but want to try. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I’ll need help and patience.”

Janet visibly brightened. “You couldn’t be in better hands. Eric knows what to do. Follow his lead, and we’ll give you all the time you need. You’re going to have so much fun. Let me go announce our change in plans, and Eric will get you set up.”

“You’re sure, Linda? I don’t want to add to your conflicted feelings.”

“I bungee jumped off a bridge in the Sierra Nevada’s once. I was scared shitless but had to jump. It feels like that now. What do I do?”

“Get your clothes off. I assume you didn’t bring a robe?”

“Even if I planned this, I wouldn’t have known to bring a robe.”

“I forget, you’re not an artist and don’t know the routine. Come to the model stand. I have my gym bag there, and you can use my robe.”

We walked along the walls to avoid blocking the artists in the room. At the model stand, Eric reached under, grabbed his gym bag, emptied it on the floor under the stage, and handed it to me. “Put your things in here. Unfortunately, we have to change in the restroom, but they keep them clean, unlike some places I’ve modeled. You passed it on the way in, and it’s well marked. Here’s my robe. Time to put on your work clothes.” He’d taken the robe off while explaining. I noticed his cock had lengthened considerably, and adorable wasn’t how I’d describe it now.

I think Janet was talking to the artists, but the steady hum from blood rushing through my ears drowned out her words. I still didn’t know what I’d gotten myself into, but I’d made the commitment and headed to the door to follow through. I forced myself to move and not think.

The women’s restroom was a disabled-access-sized room with a single toilet and clean, very clean with a rug in front of the vanity. I stripped off quickly, folded my clothes neatly, and put them in the bag. I left my sandals on and turned to look in the mirror. It wasn’t high enough to see the entire length of my 5’10” tall body, but I could see enough of it to hope I wouldn’t offend anyone with my curvy hips, thick tummy, and large breasts. I shave from my clit down to my asshole but don’t touch the bush above, certainly not squeaky clean like Eric. Despite my worry, I thought I looked presentable.

I put on Eric’s robe and walked back to the activity room. Eric sat chatting with Janet. She stood, faced the artists, held my hand, and announced, “I’d like to introduce Linda. She’s agreed to model with Eric this evening. She’s new to modeling, and we’ll need to be on our best behavior to encourage her return. We’ll start with 5-minute gesture poses.”

She turned to me, leaned in close, and whispered, “Have fun.” Then she looked to Eric and told him, “We don’t have much time, so it’s okay to quietly talk with Linda during the poses to help her along, and don’t worry, tonight’s a special evening, and we’ll make allowances. I’ll keep time.”

Eric told me, “Off with your sandals, bag under the stand, and on the stage.”

I wasn’t thinking at all, just following directions. I stood on the stage facing Eric, looking directly into his eyes and nowhere else. He asked, “Is it okay to touch you? I’ll get the robe off so we can start.”

I nodded, yes. Eric pulled the tie, and the robe hung slightly open. He reached up, put a thumb under the hem on each side of my neck, slid his hands along my shoulders to completely open the robe and lift it off my shoulders. He let it fall to the stage behind me. I stood nude on stage with Eric in front of 20 people I’d never met before tonight. I was petrified.

Eric’s gaze never shifted from my eyes. “There is a standard first pose I do for a couple’s session. Hold my hands.”

He held his hands between us. I didn’t look down and missed trying to find them. He smiled, looked down, and managed to connect our hands. “I’m going to put my right foot between your legs, and you do the same with me.”

He stepped a foot length through my legs, and I followed his example. “Bend your left leg at the knee, so you’re leaning back, keep your right leg straight, and we’ll balance by adjusting our arms.”

We took a few seconds of movement to find our balance point and stop wobbling. I never wavered from Eric’s eyes. I heard Janet announce, “That’s wonderful. I’m starting the timer, five minutes.”

Her words startled me to the realization I was officially a nude art model and relaxed. The focused cone of anxiety lifted, and I felt giddy standing naked in front of a beautiful, naked man. Eric noticed the veil lifting and whispered, “Welcome to my world.” He pointedly took a quick look down at my breasts. “It looks like you enjoy it here.”

I swooned from the electric sparks coming from my hardened nipples. The current ran directly to my pussy, and I couldn’t help adıyaman escort thinking, “You should see the river flowing from my cunt.” I turned beet red when I realized I didn’t think it but whispered it aloud.

Eric smiled. “We’ll check that in due course. I’m pleased you’re comfortable enough to feel this way.”

After a few moments, I regained my composure and asked, “What do we do after this?”

“We’ll have five more short poses. They’ll be easy. I’ll give you instructions on how to stand or sit, and I’ll compose around you. Janet said after these gestures, she wants two, hour-long poses. Usually, they’d progress from 5-minute to 15-minute then half-hour poses and end with one hour-long pose. The artists are rusty and, with a couple, need a long time on each pose. They’ll decide on the two long poses at the first break.”

“It’s a lot more complicated than I thought.”

“It’s not difficult once you know what artists want. I’ll try to explain things as we go along. Later, if you’re interested, I can show you some art history books and exhibition catalogs showing great examples of what they like.”

“I remembered before I stepped up here, Janet said something to not worry, and she’d make allowances. What did she mean?”

“Yes. Well. When you get excited,” Eric deliberately looked down to my nipples again, “It doesn’t disrupt the pose. Artists can overlook it or privately enjoy it. When a male gets excited, it’s impossible to hide or ignore. Some artists don’t mind, even appreciate it, but hard cocks and standard figure drawing don’t mix well. Janet told me those normal rules don’t apply tonight. If you look down, you’ll see you’ve already had an impact. It will get more pronounced as the evening progresses.”

Without moving my head, I looked down. Eric’s cock was full but not completely hard and angled to his left. It extended out and across his left thigh. “I made that happen tonight?”

“You’ve done it to me every day since I first met you.”

I would have lost it and kissed him if Janet didn’t say, “A wonderful start, next pose, please.”

“Time to check out the flowing river you mentioned,” Eric said as we broke the pose. He reached down to grab a short stool, placed it in the middle of the stand, and had me sit facing forward and my legs spread as much as I was comfortable. He had me twist my body to the left, clasp my hands together, lifting my arms above, and resting them on my head.

“You look all set. Before I settle in, is it okay to touch you?”

“Please do.” I teased.

He sat on the floor at my left leg and supported his body with his extended right arm. He rested his head on my left thigh, where he also clasped my thigh with his left hand. The pose was provocative and compelling.

“Another wonderful pose. Five minutes please.”

He didn’t increase the pressure on my leg, but the sheer presence of his hand an inch from my cunt was an erotic jolt like I’ve never felt before. We weren’t in a position to talk, but I could move my eyes down and see Eric’s body and legs extended out to my left. Eric was clearly as excited by all this as much as I was. His cock was fully erect, and after another minute, pulsed with his heartbeat. I couldn’t imagine how he’d get through the rest of the evening without exploding.

“Stunning pose, but on to the next one, please.” Janet interrupted my thoughts again.

We both stood up. “I have to do something less charged so I can calm down. I’ll stand here with my back to the room, and you sit on the floor and lean against my leg.” Eric then turned and raised his left foot on top of the stool and leaned to his left, resting his forearm on his knee. “Maybe you could lean your back against my right leg.”

I sat down beside his right leg but faced forward, and the entire right side of my body pressed against Eric’s leg. I wrapped my right arm around the front of Eric’s leg and up against his thigh and rested my hand on his right ass cheek. I rested my head against his hip and grabbed his knee with my left hand.

“Oh, my, fascinating, Linda. Five minutes.”

Once again, we weren’t in a position to talk, but my arm was close enough to Eric’s crotch I could feel his response. At the start of the pose, I could feel the pumping from his heartbeat, but he calmed down by the end. When Janet asked us to move to the next pose, Eric was softer.

We deliberately lowered the tension for the following three poses, and Eric whispered some technical aspects and names of positions, postures, and composition. When Janet called time on the final short pose, I was cooled down and comfortable being naked with Eric in front of other people, and I could see Eric had relaxed too.

Janet came up to the stand. “Wonderful again, Linda, and you too, Eric. See, it wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“After the initial butterflies, I enjoyed it.” I was understating it. I could sit nude with Eric all day and night and felt anxious only by how much I enjoyed his company.

“Good. We’ll take ten minutes and start back up with a long, reclining pose.” Janet announced to the entire group.

“Linda, I hope you don’t mind me taking the robe. I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back. They definitely frown on naked men wandering the halls of the community center.”

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