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 ï>¿A Nude Day Wedding by Jgittes

   Linda -(TM)s journey to sex on the model stand.

   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 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 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 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."

   "Go ahead, Eric.  I'm comfortable here." I watched him walk to the door.

   I was provided an extra cushion of respect for my initial modeling
effort.  Several artists came up to say how natural I was and how
comfortably I interacted with Eric.  Several more said how delightful it
was drawing a beautiful, full-figured woman.

   Eric was gone a couple of minutes.  He took off the robe and sat next to
me.  "I usually wear the robe during breaks, but since we have only one,
tonight we'll present a united front."

   I couldn't help noticing his cock was more relaxed than when we finished
our last pose.  I turned to whisper in his ear, "I'd say you didn't have to
pee in the restroom.  I hope you were thinking of me."

   He smiled and blushed, "I always think of you, whether I'm coming or
not. This evening has been a treat.  They all love you, and after your
initial jitters, you've exuded confidence and purpose.  I've modeled with
16 or 17 different women, several with over 20 years of experience, and you
are in a league of your own.  I think we make a great team."

   It was hard to resist kissing him right there.  I knew Eric was being
allowed some latitude, but we wouldn't get away with that tonight.  "We do
work well together, here and in the chem lab too." I punctuated my
statement by grabbing his knee.

   Janet reappeared.  "Break's coming to a close, and we need to set up for
the next pose.  I intuit you two are comfortable enough with each other to
handle this.  The scene is two people in bed, facing each other and
beginning to engage in foreplay.  I know.  It's totally unrealistic in this
circumstance, but indulge an older woman's fantasy."

   I squeezed Eric's leg and smiled.  "I'll try really hard to act it out.
I'm so inexperienced, though."

   "Linda, I can see you are barely exercising restraint to keep from
mounting this stallion right here on the stage.  I'd personally enjoy the
performance, but we do have community standards to maintain.  We'll have to
limit things to this little tableau.  Please get all the bolsters, pillows,
sheets, and blankets to build it up in the back, so we have a good view of
your pose."

   We scampered around collecting what we needed to build up the incline on
the stage.  We moved around and adjusted our positions to find a balance
between an attractive visual display and comfort for holding the pose.  The
final result had Eric on his right side, mainly resting on his right hip
and leaning toward the back of the stage against the pile of pillows and
bolsters.  His head rested on his right hand and propped against the
downward slope of the backside of the cushions.  I was in a mirrored
position on my left side.  Our heads were close together, looking like we
could kiss at any moment, and our bodies weren't touching but close.  Both
our legs were bent at the knees, curled and fanned to our respective
backsides.

   Janet stayed near the model stand while we prepared, and when we looked
to her for approval, she said, "Very nice.  Almost perfect.  Linda, may I
touch you to position your leg and hand differently?"

   "Of course."

   She curled her hand around my right knee, the leg on top, and pulled it
upright.  "I like the triangular space here, within the boundaries of your
legs." It also opened my cunt to view.  I was spread wide open, and the
exposure felt thrilling.

   She then reached over, held my right hand, and placed it on Eric's right
thigh, tucking my fingers between his left thigh and balls.  She merely
smiled at me while she did this.  "May I have Eric touch your breast?"

   "My pleasure," I whispered.

   Janet reached for Eric's hand, but he anticipated her and cupped the
underside of my right breast.  It was definitely my pleasure.

   "Perfect.  Look like you're about to kiss.  Feel free to move, scratch,
or stretch something if you need to.  Otherwise, we'll break in 50
minutes."

   We were inches away from each other and easy to whisper.  "Are you
comfortable with this?" Eric squeezed my breast slightly when he asked.

   "Completely comfortable.  And you with this?" I pushed my fingertips
against his balls.

   "It's mild for what I'd like.  Could you handle me rougher down there?
Not right now, but another time?"

   "Um-hum," was all I could manage at the moment.

   We looked at each other dreamily for a few minutes, and I noticed Eric's
thumb and forefinger slowly sliding closer to my nipple.  When they reached
the edge of my areola, I couldn't help closing my eyes and gasping for
breath.  A moment after, I felt Eric's cock brush against my knuckles then
pump against my wrist.

   I could see a clock on the opposite wall, and at 8:30, we were only
halfway through the pose.  "It feels like you didn't drain enough cum from
your cock.  I bet I could suck it dry right now if Janet would let me."

   His cock lifted off my wrist, and I could see it standing straight up
and throbbing to his heartbeat.  I also noticed a large glob of pre-cum
dripping down the side of his little helmet-shaped cockhead.  Each pump of
his heart pushed more pre-cum from his slit, and soon it dropped onto my
wrist.

   "Oh no, my eyebrow itches." I twitched my eyebrow for emphasis.  "Janet
said we could move to scratch, didn't she?"

   "Yes, she did, but replace your hand exactly where it was."

   I raised my hand and brushed the length of his erect cock on the way up
to scratch my eyebrow.  I hope I scratched the same one I'd twitched but
honestly couldn't remember which it was.  I lower my hand, again brushing
the length of his shaft, and returned my hand to his thigh.  I
'accidentally' put my fingertips on top of his balls rather than tucked
beside them.

   "I'm so sorry.  I seem to have misplaced my hand.  I think it's better
to leave it where it is than further confuse things and move it." He
smiled, but I knew he'd been busy moving his fingers while I scratched; I
felt him squeeze my nipple.

   "I'm so sorry.  My fingers must have slipped too.  I found a marble
glued to your breast."

   We continued with this unbearable erotic tension until Janet came up to
the model stand early to end the pose.  "Your pose has been a revelation,
and I sincerely wish we could explore its full implications, but sadly we
must end it here.  I've allowed a longer time for the break.  If necessary,
you can visit the restrooms.  We'll start the last pose at ten past nine.
Thank you so much.  It was sublime."

   I was in an erotic haze, but Eric already had things under control. 
"Here, Linda, take the robe.  I'll wait for you to return.  Don't take
long."

   "Do you think they'll notice if we both left to the restroom, one of us
naked?"

   "When we didn't come back and left our clothes under the stand, they'd
notice.  Please hurry and get back so I can go relieve myself again."

   I looked back at Eric before pushing the door open.  He sat there
watching me.  He'd thoughtfully raised his leg to partly block the view,
but I could only think of sitting next to him and playing with his hard
cock.  In the hallway, I saw the restroom door close and realized I'd have
to wait.

   I heard the lock unclick after a couple of minutes, and out walked a
beautiful, redheaded woman I'd guess to be in her early 30s.  "Oh.  Hi,
Linda.  I didn't expect you right there, sorry." She reached out and put
her hand on my upper left arm.  "I can't believe you've never modeled
before.  You're an absolute natural.  I've done some local fashion
modeling, and Janet's always after me to give this a try, but I couldn't
get nude in front of people if my life depended on it.  I'm Trish, by the
way."

   "Glad to meet you, Trish, and thank you for your vote of confidence.  To
be honest, I wanted to hang out with Eric, and being a nude model with him
seemed like the quickest way to make it happen.  Otherwise, I'm right there
with you being naked in public.  I do have to get in there, though." I
pointed to the restroom.  "Talk later, after the break."

   I closed the door, made sure the deadbolt was locked, and threw the robe
to the floor.  I usually have to lie down to work out at the Y, but I
didn't want to get down on the floor.  I looked around and could see I
might be able to sit on the toilet, lean back, extend my legs and get to
work stirring the honey pot.  I lifted the lid, picked up the robe and
draped it over the back of the toilet, sat at the edge of the seat,
straightened my legs, and carefully leaned back.  The john was sturdy,
commercial construction.  I could fully press on the tank without concern.

   I closed my eyes, rubbed my right middle finger on my clit, and pushed
my left middle fingers into my cunt.  My head filled with visions of Eric's
cock entering every opening on my body, and I fantasized him taking me from
behind right here as I knelt and held onto the toilet.  I could feel his
cock fill me with one strong thrust and dreamed he spanked my ass with a
loud stinging smack, sending me over the edge.  My repressed convulsions
rattled the seat, but no one would've known unless they had their ear to
the door.

   After I caught my breath, I felt more energized than relaxed and
couldn't wait to get back to modeling.  The pungent aroma of my excited
pussy floated through the air.  I breathed it, put on the robe, and decided
not to clean up.  I wanted to find out if Eric would notice.  A week ago,
he was a pleasant older man who helped in my geology and chemistry study
sessions.  Now, I hoped he would smell my pussy while we modeled nude.

   I quickly returned to the model stand.  I'd been gone only five minutes
and could legitimately claim to have peed.  Eric sat in roughly the same
position as before and in the same state of arousal.  He was chatting with
a couple of the artists seated near the model stand but stopped and looked
at me.  "You didn't take long, Linda."

   My cheeks warmed with his comment, and I removed the robe and held it
out for him.  "What do you mean, Eric?  Peeing's quick."

   Before he stood up and reached for the robe, he leaned forward.  His
face was a few inches from my stomach.  He breathed in deeply.  "Pee isn't
what I smell.  I hope you had a pleasant rest in the restroom.  It's my
turn." He stood, took the robe, and awkwardly walked out while trying to
hide his cock.

   I sat down, and Janet came over.  "You're doing wonderfully, honey.  Are
you still feeling nervous?" She waved her arm the length of my body.  I
took it to mean being naked.

   "At first, I was more nervous than I can say.  Eric is such a reassuring
and helpful guy.  I felt comfortable and safe immediately.  Obviously, I
enjoy it."

   "I'm sure he explained that you two are getting extra latitude tonight.
A few people left during the break because there's too much intensity,
shall we say, to the poses.  If you continue modeling, you'll find most
sessions won't be like tonight.  It will be work more than anything else."

   "If it's work, this isn't the most difficult work I've done.  I once
milked a trip of goats for a friend who needed a replacement so she could
take a vacation.  Never again."

   "I do hope you'd consider modeling with us again, with Eric, of course.
Speak of the devil." Janet looked up toward the door.  I turned my head and
saw Eric a few steps away.  He had no problem keeping himself within the
confines of his robe.

   I smiled when Eric removed his robe so I wouldn't be the only one nude.
"Welcome back."

   Janet looked up to the clock.  "We've got one longer pose left."

   "Eric said you've already decided on the pose?"

   "Yes.  Our less adventurous colleagues have departed, and although I'd
enjoy an hour-long display of penetrative sexual intercourse, we must
remain cautious.  Eric's already preparing the stage and will guide you
into position.  You'll be in a modified, much more open, sixty-nine-like
position.  I do hope you'll take advantage, that much we can allow."

   I turned and saw Eric had arranged the bolsters in the middle of the
stage, lengthwise parallel to the front.  He'd draped a sheet over the top
of the bolsters and off the edge of the stage.  "I'll lie on my back here,
in front, with my head to the left, and you'll be on the higher bolster
behind me, lying on your left side with your head to the right."

   He laid down and patted the bolsters, indicating I should get into
position, and raised his left leg.  "Rest your head on my leg, and raise
your right leg so we'll have two triangular shapes framing the
composition."

   I could see what Janet meant by an open, sixty-nine-like position.  If I
leaned toward the front of the stage, I'd be on top of Eric and could suck
his cock; my pussy on his face.  I remembered Janet's saying to take
advantage of the position, and with my head against Eric's thigh, I
threaded my left arm under his leg and placed my hand directly on top of
his cock and balls.  He immediately responded, and I cupped his balls to
help him along.

   Janet made a suggestion.  "Marvelous, Linda.  Eric, I think you can
similarly reach Linda if she doesn't mind."

   I looked at him and nodded yes.  I had to scoot back a couple of inches
to give him enough space to reach my pussy, but he quickly found his target
and rubbed his palm against my vulva.

   "Perfect.  We'll begin drawing."

   Eric's hard cock lay on his stomach and extended to his belly button. 
As much as I might want to do more than hold him and felt comfortable
enough to do more, we hadn't talked about it, and I didn't want to make
assumptions.

   When I first stood on the model stand earlier, I hadn't looked at the
artists drawing me; I was scared, embarrassed, and focused on Eric. 
Relaxed and emboldened by Janet's praise, I carefully looked out through
half-closed eyes.  I could see five artists and suspected two or three more
outside my field of view.  Half of the artists who started the session left
at the break.  Those who remained were intently focused on their drawing.

   I'd concentrated on my end of things and hadn't noticed Eric beavering
away down at the other end of the stage.  I vaguely became aware he was
gently, rhythmically pushing against my pussy.  I looked over at his hand
as he wiggled it side to side against me.  When I looked up at his face,
his warm smile was reassuring, and he raised his eyebrows and silently
mouthed, 'Okay?' I responded with a smile of my own and an attempt at
imperceptibly spreading my legs wider apart.  He responded by moving his
hand down an inch and flicking his middle finger side to side over the top
of my clit.

   Oh my, that felt wonderful.  I closed my eyes and let myself float down
a slow-flowing, erotic river carried along by the regular pulse of Eric's
fingertips.  It was fortunate Janet gave me time to relieve my sexual
tension during the break.  I didn't want this to become an intense, urgent
plunge to orgasm.

   I'd completely lost track of time and was surprised when I felt Janet's
hand on my shoulder, and I heard her whisper, "Time's up, Linda." I opened
my eyes and, looking first to Janet, then down to Eric's crotch, realized
I'd drifted off somewhere, and my hand had wrapped around the base of his
cock.  "I didn't want to startle you, Linda.  Your pose is so beautiful we
let it go as long as possible.  It's 10:10, and we must leave."

   I shook my head, released Eric's dick, and began moving out of the pose.
"I didn't realize how fast time would pass.  It's all over."

   "Tonight's over, but I looked at my schedule, and we have an opening in
six weeks.  I'd like to schedule you two.  Are you available?"

   "You want to draw this big body again?"

   "I told you before, we haven't had a couple to draw for a long time. 
You and Eric are so sweet together and so obviously excited by each other.
It's a pleasure to draw you.  May I book you for the 20th of next month?"

   "I'd love to.  Eric?"

   "Me too.  I see a lot of you at school, but get to see more of you
here."

   Janet stood back and gave us some space.  "Great.  It's on the calendar.
You can both dress here.  It's too complicated with one robe."

   Eric and I smiled at each other as we disengaged and gathered our
clothes.  After we'd gotten our underthings fastened, artists who'd
finished their packing came up and expressed their thanks.

   "They seem respectful of my nakedness, Eric.  Is that always the case?"

   "It usually is now.  When I first started, there was more obvious
harassment of female models.  That's been changing for the better.  I've
never been harassed by women artists, some subtle innuendo, but that's a
whole different thing.  I've had a couple of incidents with men thinking
I'd be interested, so I understand the awkwardness, but a firm 'no' has
always been enough in my experience."

   Eric finished dressing, folded the sheets, and returned all the things
we used, props, he called them, to the cabinets on the opposite wall.  Only
Janet, Eric, and I remained.  "Thank you so much, Linda, and you too, Eric.
I have a couple of calls to make before I head out.  In six weeks, you
two." She smiled and shooed us out of the room.

   My mind was going a mile a minute.  All I could think of was how to get
naked with him again.  Eric pushed open the heavy glass door and held it
open for me.

   "Shew, I'm glad it's cool outside.  I didn't know I was such an
exhibitionist or realize how warm I could be naked."

   "May I walk you to your car?" Eric asked.

   "Oh, yeah, my car.  I'm sure it's here somewhere." I looked around and
saw three cars.

   "Right over there, the green one, I'd say.  I know my car and Janet's,
so yours must be the third.  Do you think I'll be able to put this
high-powered, deductive reasoning to use in geology or maybe chemistry
lab?"

   "I don't know about that, but I don't want to get lost and clearly need
an escort."

   We walked toward my green Corolla.  "Janet said your wife left you?"

   "That's getting to the point."

   "I'm sorry.  I don't know what I was thinking.  I've spent the most
incredible, erotically charged couple of hours naked and not having sex. 
Now, I have other thoughts, but also some questions and couldn't think how
to ease into them."

   " I'm not upset, Linda, and appreciate your honesty and directness. 
Yes, Alicia, my ex-wife, left me.  We were together three years and married
two.  Six months after the wedding, during a Christmas party at her
mother's house in Alameda, all hell broke loose over deeply buried and long
denied allegations of childhood abuse perpetrated by an uncle.  It was
complicated by the guy being dead ten years."

   "Shit.  That must have been difficult." It also set off alarms in my
head.

   "Yeah.  A whirlwind year of counseling, individual, couple, and group.
There were incriminations, recriminations, silence, shame, and guilt.  I
saw the psychologist individually and was told I'd supported my wife as
well as possible under the circumstances.  At the end of it all, my wife
couldn't stand to be in the same house with a man, and six months after
that, the final decree."

   "Janet fits in how?"

   "I'd started modeling here before the shit hit the fan.  Janet and her
friends warmed up to me after a few sessions.  They liked how I posed, and
I enjoyed their company.  Private groups like this can be closely knit, but
once accepted, you're treated like family.  Janet liked me, and we'd meet
at Baskin Robbins for an ice cream cone before sessions.  Anyway, long
story short, they took an interest, and I provided updates whenever I'd
model." We were at my car, and Eric leaned back against the front fender as
he finished telling me the story.

   I had to know.  "Do you have unfinished business with your ex?"

   "It was tough and confusing for a while.  Six months into the turmoil,
it became clear where things were headed.  I'd done therapy with Alicia but
started on my own, sometimes twice a week.  By the time the legal niceties
began, everything was straightened out.  We had separate professions,
incomes, and no kids, so no spousal support either way, and we'd already
sold the house and divided the assets.  It was clear cut by then.  I'd been
accepted into the geology program and honestly, was looking forward to a
clean future."

   I couldn't contain myself any longer and pushed my body against him,
angled my head back, and covered his lips with my mouth.  He responded and
wrapped his arms around me and softening his mouth to receive my tongue.  I
don't know where my arms went except everywhere.  I remember feeling his
hands slide along my sides, squeeze my breasts, grab my ass and pull me
into his body.  I felt his hard cock pushing against my stomach.

   I started feeling so light-headed, not only from the physical excitement
but the swirling contradictions of his wife's abuse and my own abuse years
ago.  I had to break the kiss and lean against him.  I tried to relax and
control myself but felt the lump in my throat turn from a sigh to a cough
and then the beginnings of a sob.  I could barely compose myself enough to
say, "I'm sorry, Eric."

   I felt his hands move from my ass to embracing me across my back.  His
cheek against the side of my head, he said, "No reason to be sorry, Linda.
Do you want to talk?"

   "I can't, Eric.  I hope you can understand and be patient." We'd shared
a couple of hours more intimate than most couple's honeymoon, and I wanted
nothing more than to consummate our time together with what I was sure
would be a glorious night of sex at one of our apartments.  I was stuck in
the past, though, and couldn't banish those horrible thoughts from my mind.

   "Linda, you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever met.  I've wanted you
since I first saw you.  I had a feeling we'd have some things, some urges,
in common, and I think after the past few hours, you'd have to agree.  Was
I wrong?"

   "Oh no, Eric.  I was deathly afraid before we started this evening, but
I've never been this excited in my life.  Your ex-wife's problems stirred
some issues for me.  I thought I'd worked through them, but evidently, not
quite yet."

   "For you, I'll be infinitely patient.  I've learned childhood abuse is
more common than I thought.  Let's take a few calm days and a regular date
on Friday?  Could I entice you with dinner at Bosco's in Calistoga?"

   Once I stopped crying and relaxed into his embrace, I felt warm and
secure.  "I'd like that.  Dinner with clothes on.  What a novel idea."

   "Super.  I've got to get home to my aunt anyway.  She expects me home,
and I don't want to worry her.  I'll get your details in the next couple of
days, and I can't wait for Friday evening.  Goodbye, Linda."

   I stood back from our embrace, and Eric headed to his car.  "Goodbye,
Eric, see you tomorrow." He turned around, waved, and nodded yes.

   Although we had two geology classes together, we didn't change seats or
outwardly indicate anything different.  Since we'd agreed to future dates,
we made an informal agreement to keep our personal discussions for our
dates.

   I had a couple of casual girlfriends but wasn't close enough to talk
about what was happening with Eric.  I did speak with my older sister,
Karen, a nurse in Petaluma.  She'd moved out before the issues with mom's
boyfriend became apparent, so she didn't share the visceral impact I felt,
but she was sympathetic to my burgeoning involvement with Eric and urged me
to take all the time I needed.

   Friday evening Eric and I were at Bosco's.  He ordered a half bottle of
Stoney Hill Chardonnay to go with our pasta dishes, and the only thing we
didn't talk about was modeling.  Geology, chemistry, plans for the future,
where we'd gone on vacations, were the topics of discussion.  I wasn't
ready to mention my personal issues, and Eric didn't either.

   On the drive home over the hill, I asked, "Tuesday night, you mentioned
you stay with your aunt.  What's up with that?"

   "My father's sister, Aunt Helen, Petie for short.  Her late husband,
Cliff, gave her the nickname from Peterson, her maiden name.  He was a
bootlegger during Prohibition; had a still behind the Catholic church in
Sonoma.  Anyway, he died six years ago, and Petie lived alone in their
condo in Petaluma.  When my marriage crashed and I was accepted into the
geology program here, she offered me a place to stay.  It's not perfect,
but it works out well for both of us right now."

   "Sounds like it might be constricting." I thought of what it was like
when I had to rely on living with my relatives.

   "Not really.  Petie has hundreds of wonderful stories about life in San
Francisco, Marin, and Sonoma in the 50s and 60s.  Cliff was 35 years older,
and they knew Sally Stanford, the madame mayor of Sausalito, back in the
day.  She and Cliff owned a couple of restaurants and bars back then.  They
were something like local Sonoma County celebrities.  She's great company,
you'll love her.  If you want to meet her, that is."

   "Does she know you model?"

   "Oh yeah, absolutely.  She recommended me for an exciting job last year.
One of her oldest and dearest friends, Phyllis, lives in Nice, Lake County,
right on the lake.  Her neighbors are a gay couple, Ruben and Paul, costume
and makeup designers who work half the year in Hollywood and vacation the
other half-year on Clear Lake.  Petie calls them 'the boys.' Anyway, one of
the women's auxiliaries to the Lions or Rotary or something has an annual
fundraising dinner.  Part of the program is a joke model's catwalk
consisting of three or four guys, usually in their 50s or 60s, wearing
comical getups of women's underwear, you know, bras and girdles over long
johns, and then get clownishly made up by the boys.

   "It's all an old-fashioned, sexist thing.  But Petie had told Phyllis I
was an art model, and Phyllis thought it would be interesting to do it up.
She got me together with her neighbors, and we bought some sexy lingerie
from Victoria's Secret and a pair of breast prostheses.  On the night of
the fundraiser, they beautifully made me up, and I paraded and danced up
and down the aisles of this dinner party in front of 60 or 70 people,
mainly women.  I was as close to a nude drag queen runway-walker as any of
those fine ladies would get.

   "Paul showed me how to tuck my cock back between my legs so I could wear
the lingerie.  It started out fine.  I was scared, and my cock stayed tiny
and in place for my first catwalk, but we had four more changes into
progressively sexier and skimpier outfits.  After my second catwalk, the
other volunteer models graciously gave up since it was clear I was the big
hit of the evening.  As the panties covered less of my ass and crotch, the
ladies got rowdier.  I responded with some excitement of my own.

   "After the third outfit, I was fully hard and oozing pre-cum.  The only
way we could maintain the pretense of it being a fashion show, rather than
a sex show, was for Paul to use his double-sided body tape to anchor the
top of my dick to my stomach and the thin strip of cloth on the panties to
the underside of my cock.  My last catwalk took the longest since I was
felt up by 15 or 20 ladies as I pranced among the rows of tables.  Phyllis
told Petie all about it, and she told me I was a big hit."

   I was stunned.  "Lake county?  Victoria's Secret drag queen parties? 
Bullshit.  I don't believe it."

   Eric shrugged his shoulders.  "Ask Petie.  You brought it up, by the
way. I'm trying to answer your questions honestly."

   "Why are you studying geology?  You might have a much more interesting
vocation in other areas."

   "I'm told it's the least mathematical of the sciences."

   I couldn't stop laughing.  I'd never had more fun on a date, well,
except for last Tuesday, which wasn't actually a date.

   We were coming down the hill, five minutes from home.  Eric asked, "I
know we have a modeling session in five weeks at Oakmont, but would you
consider modeling with me for other groups?"

   "I don't know, Eric.  It was fun, though, and a safe way to hang out
with you naked.  Do you know where they would be?"

   "This week, I'm scheduled for a community college in Fairfield and a
Catholic high school in Marin.  They're both supposed to be for two
consecutive weeks.  I think both would like to have a couple.  I'll ask and
let you know."

   "A Catholic high school?"

   "Yeah.  It's a progressive school run by nuns.  It won't be anything
like we did last Tuesday, and we'll have to be completely professional. 
But you'll get a more realistic feel for nude art modeling."

   "Okay.  Go ahead and ask, and we can talk schedules next week.  I have
to see the high school."

   Eric stopped in front of my apartment and quickly ran around the car's
front to open my door.  "Great, and next Friday, dinner at Hemenway's?"

   I raised a hand behind his neck and pulled him to me so I could plant an
open-mouthed kiss over his luscious lips.  I pulled back to reply, "I'd
love to, Eric.  Same time?"

   "I hope we're not getting into a rut here, but yes, same time."

   "I'm sure we'll see each other next week before dinner.  Thanks for a
wonderful evening, Eric."

   "Goodbye, Linda."

   Another regular, staid week passed without incident.  It turned out both
schools were interested in having the two of us model together, and they
both worked into my schedule perfectly.  I'd stumbled into an exciting
part-time job.  Internally, I forced myself to focus on classwork and not
the tumultuous conflicts brewing beneath the surface.

   I eagerly anticipated dinner Friday night and relived many fantasies of
our Tuesday modeling session.  Friday evening, I heard the knock on my
front door and saw Eric.  "Ready for dinner?"

   We walked down the stairs from my apartment and were surprised to see a
Blue Moon Taxi waiting.  "I'll explain on the way." Eric held the door open
for me and then dashed around the van to sit next to me.

   "You might remember I told you I started modeling in Stockton while I
worked for a medical homecare company.  Fast forward a few years, and I
started a company in Point Richmond doing the same medical equipment for
at-home care.  We won a contract with the Veteran's Administration to
maintain and deliver medical homecare equipment throughout Northern
California.  I'd drive up through Napa, Sonoma, Mendocino counties a couple
of times a month, providing VA equipment to veterans who lived there.

   "I'd take time during my delivery runs to visit wineries in Napa Valley.
I stopped by and bought regularly and wasn't treated like a tourist.  Many
grape growers consider themselves farmers, not vintners, and they
appreciated I wasn't interested in the coolest cult cabernet.  After a
couple of years, I was invited to harvest parties, gatherings in barns
after the vintage is picked and initial fermentation had begun.

   "I started collecting California wines, but several growers introduced
me to French wines from Bordeaux and Burgundy.  The French producers have a
thousand-year head start over California, which is evident when you compare
side by side.  I started collecting a few French wines as well. 
Unfortunately, they're expensive.

   "Then, with the collapse of my personal life, I still had a few hundred
bottle wine collection in need of a home.  The owner of one of my favorite
restaurants, Giselle Hemenway, said she'd be happy to store them for me. 
I've had dinner at her place once or twice a month for the past two years.
I always take a taxi because I'll open a full bottle, and while I might not
finish it, I don't want to risk driving afterward.  Last week at Bosco's,
we had a half bottle between us.  Tonight, we'll have more."

   "Eric, you know you're not the average university student, don't you?"

   "I seem average to me, but what do I know?"

   At Hemenway's, Eric dashed around the van to open the door.

   "I know nothing about wine, Eric.  You're wasting it on me."

   "Don't take this the wrong way, Linda, but I'm wasting the wine on me,
not you.  I'll be pleased if you like it, but honestly, I'm unconcerned. 
You'll see.  Wine is easy when you have good wine and good teachers."

   A young woman, not much older than me, came out from the kitchen to
greet us.  "Hello, Eric.  You're having the 85 Mazis tonight.  It's 25
years old and should be hitting its stride.  I opened it before lunch, and
there weren't any problems.  We'll see.  I'll open the Corton Charlemagne
now, and we'll get going.  I'm Giselle, by the way." She extended her hand
in my direction.

   "Linda," I said as I shook her hand.

   "If my girlfriend weren't my partner, I'd switch teams and be jealous of
you.  But since Eric shares his wine, I can't complain.  I knew I couldn't
compete when he had us open that bottle up there." Giselle pointed to an
empty bottle above our table with Romanee-Conti printed on the label and a
tag above, Monopole 1962.  "Eric had finished his first week of classes at
Sonoma and said he'd met someone special and wanted to make it a night he'd
always remember.  I'd never experienced such a wine before or since. 
Seeing you in person, he made an appropriate selection." She dashed back to
the kitchen.

   We sat down and settled in.  "I hope you don't mind; things are informal
here.  Giselle's been a good friend for a while and takes liberties that
might seem forward.  She and her partner, Ruth, can sit at the table
whenever they wish," Eric pointed to the empty chair to my left, "And
sample whatever wine we have open.  There are benefits.  For example, we
don't bother with a menu."

   He looked up toward the kitchen, and someone else walked up holding a
curvy green bottle of something and four tulip-shaped glasses.  Eric smiled
and said, "It's not one of mine, Ruth.  I don't know I can accept it."

   "Eric, Giselle gave me clear instructions that a proper meal begins with
Champagne.  You have no say in the matter.  Don't make me show you the
door."

   She carefully opened the bottle, filled two of the glasses, and set the
bottle on the table.  I turned it to read the simple green label, trimmed
with gold.  Salon, 1990, nothing else.  A couple other French words, but
nothing fancy.  I looked at the glass, and it hardly bubbled at all.

   "Never heard of it.  Must be cheap shit." I was so far out of my depth I
could only make smart-ass comments.

   Eric reached across the table to cover my hand with his.  "Take a sip
and let it flow over your tongue and around your mouth.  Small sip."

   I raised the glass to my lips and took in some of the liquid.  Tiny
firecrackers burst on my tongue and cheeks.  I moved my tongue up and down,
letting the ambrosia flow over and under and around my mouth, and I tasted
orchards of apples, pears and apricots, raspberries, blackberries,
strawberries all coated with butterscotch and honey.  The bubbles burst on
every taste bud and amplified the already intense flavors, a different
flavor with every explosion.

   It was so startling my eyes must have opened into round, shocked disks,
and Eric smiled.  "Yeah, the cheap stuff."

   "I'm sorry, Eric.  I told you it was wasted on me."

   "Not at all, Linda.  I can see you understand.  It's like walking
through an orchard in France in 1990.  The full year of pruning,
cultivating the soil, encouraging the vines to grow, praying against hail
from summer thunderstorms, harvest, and fermentation.  It's all there, in a
bottle.  I can see you understand.  Have another sip or two."

   We were still the only patrons, and Giselle came out to claim her chair.
She filled one of the empty glasses, closed her eyes, and lifted it to her
lips.  "As good as you remember, Eric?"

   "Better, Giselle, better."

   Giselle finished her glass and returned to the kitchen.

   "I had no idea something liquid could taste so good."

   "Wait until you taste the Mazis."

   Ruth returned to pour Champagne in the remaining glass and have a taste.
I asked, "Do you serve this all the time here?"

   "No, not at all.  Most of our customers drink California wines
exclusively.  Reasonable enough given our location.  We have no pretension
of Michelin stars and have to limit our cellar to commercially viable
selections.  Eric and a couple other regular customers explored French
wines.  When he needed to store his collection, it was a pleasure to
accommodate him.  We've shared some exquisite wine."

   She refreshed Eric's and my glasses and departed.  Other customers
arrived, and several nodded casual greetings to Eric before they were
seated.  "You seem well know here."

   "I have dinner regularly and welcome sharing my wine with Giselle and
other guests, so I'm well known.  I've been fortunate.  My business was
successful, and although things were personally falling apart, I could sell
it.  Include my share of the proceeds from the house, and I'm able to
return to university without financial worries.  I don't have enough to
retire but enough to indulge some of my acquired tastes."

   I took another sip of Champagne, then tilted the glass towards Eric. 
"Thanks for inviting me to dinner and for introducing me to modeling."

   Ruth returned with another bottle of wine, some more wine glasses, and a
starter.  After she opened the bottle and filled our glasses, Eric held his
wine glass to his nose, smiled, and nodded.  Ruth picked up the Champagne
glasses and empty bottle and left us alone again.

   "The starter is foie gras, and the wine is Corton Charlemagne, a
chardonnay vineyard north of Beaune, France.  The Champagne was chardonnay
as well."

   We talked about wine and France and geology.  Ruth and Giselle came out
to taste the wine and talk about the food.  A while later, Ruth appeared
with more wine glasses, a decanter, and an empty bottle.  "The 85 Mazis
Chambertin smelled wonderful when we opened it.  I can't wait for a taste."

   She poured Eric a small sample, and he swirled it carefully, held the
glass under his nose, and inhaled deeply.  "It smells perfect, but you
never know." He took a sip, and I could see from his throat and cheeks he
was vigorously coating the inside of his mouth.  After he swallowed, he
said, "Absolutely wonderful.  When you have a moment to come back and
taste, I'm sure you'll agree." Ruth poured my glass, filled Eric's, and set
the decanter next to the bottle.

   I held the glass to my nose and inhaled.  "It smells organic, earthy,
musky."

   Eric reached out, guided my hand down to the table, and showed me how to
swirl the glass while keeping it on the tabletop.  "The wine's been in the
bottle probably as long as you've been alive.  It has to relax to be at its
best.  It's safer to swirl the glass this way until you get more practice.
Smell it again, then have a taste."

   I lifted the glass and inhaled again.  "The smell is more intense but
still musky and organic." Then it hit me, "It's like my pussy when we
modeled."

   "I hoped you'd notice.  The best Burgundy has an organic, fecund, musky
bouquet.  It smells like sex on the forest floor."

   I'd never experienced wine in this way.  It was sexy and fun, but not in
a 'Let's get drunk and fuck,' way.  It was about the sensuousness of the
tastes, the feel inside my mouth, and how the flavor changed with food. 
Ruth brought out a duck breast in red wine reduction that was heavenly with
the wine.

   We ate and talked for what felt like a few minutes when I noticed people
leaving the restaurant.  I quick glance at my phone, and I was shocked two
and a half hours had passed, and many customers who'd arrived after us were
already departing.  Ruth and Giselle came out and sat down.

   Giselle said, "It's slowed enough for a break.  Was your dinner
satisfactory?"

   "Absolutely." We said in unison.

   Eric poured equal portions of the remaining Mazis into their glasses and
raised his toward Giselle.  "Thank you for another fabulous dinner.  It's
always a joyous occasion, no matter what you serve."

   We all returned the toast, tasted the remaining wine, and discussed its
qualities.  I mainly listened while being transported to the Cote d'Or in
France.  Most of the customers had left, and we were again nearly alone in
the restaurant.  Ruth and Giselle got up and started clearing the dishes
and empty glasses from the table.  "You're not finished yet.  We'll be
right back with coffee and dessert."

   "This has been the most incredible dinner I've ever had, Eric."

   "Good food, good wine, good company.  Nothing in the world compares."

   Giselle and Ruth came back with two glasses, a half-bottle of amber
liquid, a plate of cheeses, and coffee.  When all was set and the glasses
filled, Giselle said, "Take your time.  We'll be in the back cleaning up if
you need anything."

   "I know this isn't the usual dessert you're probably used to, but it
does grow on you." Eric took a knife, cut the four cheese pieces in half,
and carefully placed them on my plate and his.  He lifted his glass and
said, "Cheers."

   I lifted my glass and took a sip.  Sweet, sweet honey, butterscotch,
peaches, and apricots enveloped my mouth.  The thick liquid coated my
mouth, melted into every pore, and slid down my throat.  I turned the
bottle to read the label, "Chateaux d'Yquem, 1990" were all I understood.
The rest was French.

   "1990 was an excellent year in Bordeaux and Champagne, good in Burgundy
but not consistently great.  This is a Sauterne, a sweet wine from the
Bordeaux region of France.  It's out of favor now.  We're opulent, possibly
overindulgent.  Someone may report us to the culture police, and we'll be
in trouble.  If I whip out cigars and a cutter, you have my permission to
break this bottle over my head."

   The sweetness of the wine balanced the various flavors of the cheeses in
a way I didn't want to end.  We'd finished the cheese and wine and were
sipping coffee.

   During all these incredible, new experiences, I realized I was falling
in love with this man.  I had to overcome my fear of trusting him and
explain my hesitancy.  "I had some traumatic experiences a few years ago.
I've been through a lot since and had a difficult time overcoming the
trauma.  I thought I was through it and ready to move ahead with new
relationships.  When you talked about your wife's problems, it triggered an
unexpected response I couldn't handle."

   He paused a long time before he spoke.  "I've known you're the one for
me since I first saw you in class over a year ago.  Obviously, you had
trust issues and weren't open to someone like me, I mean older.  I'm
patient.  Take all the time you need.  I'll be here."

   I laughed then stared at my coffee cup.  "My mom couldn't think beyond
her nose and only wanted to party; I now know she's a hard-core alcoholic.
My dad left, married a Mormon, and had five other kids.  My mom held me
back a grade in middle school, so I was older than my high school
classmates.  I'd developed early, tits, periods, hairy legs and pussy, and
good god almighty, I was angry."

   "Seems to me you had every reason to be."

   "Maybe.  I was in my senior year but 19 because of the repeat, and my
mother's boyfriend kept coming on to me.  He played up my anger with my mom
and made it seem that screwing him was somehow screwing my mother.  When it
all exploded, my mom blamed me, the boyfriend beat me, and I ended up
living on the street."

   "How did you survive?"

   "I didn't want to at the time.  I lived in homeless camps and fucked
anything that moved.  The few friends from before that I kept in contact
with called me Linda Rip, Linda 'Rest in Peace.' They all assumed I
wouldn't survive."

   "What turned it around?"

   "I got pregnant."

   Eric lifted his coffee cup to his lips and took a sip.  "Can you tell me
about that?"

   I felt a hardening in my stomach but forced myself on.  "When I showed
up pregnant at the clinic, they said I'd be eligible for benefits.  They
helped me fill out the forms and make the applications.  I got some
immediate aid and things like food stamps, or whatever the program's called
now, and medical exams.  There was some rudimentary counseling: things like
career paths, healthy living choices, things like that." I couldn't
continue.

   "I've never seen a child."

   I looked into my coffee cup for what felt like hours and finally said,
"I miscarried the second trimester."

   "You must have been devastated."

   "I can't tell you how much.  I'd vowed to change and provide for my
baby. I studied for my GED and applied to the community college.  The
financial support depended on being a single mother.  When I lost my baby,
I felt I'd lost my future.  I couldn't begin to think of life beyond the
miscarriage." I couldn't form coherent thoughts.  Tears welled up and
flowed down my cheeks.

   "Yet here you are.  You must be resilient beyond measure."

   "My mother eventually saw through to the guy's violent nature and, after
a long legal battle, kicked him out of the house.  That was after the
miscarriage, my lowest point.  I moved back in with her, and we supported
each other.  She had a good job as a travel agent with flexible hours.  I
took all her spare time, and she cut back on the drinking for a while.  I
got my GED and started community college.  I could have gotten loans, but I
wanted to work my way through.  It took longer than I thought."

   "Hence, junior class status at 25."

   "Yeah.  Mom started drinking heavily again, and I wondered what to do.
She solved the problem by accepting a manager's position at one of her
company's LA offices.  I've been in my apartment since she left last
summer. Nobody knows the full story, and I'd appreciate you keeping this to
yourself."

   Eric started to reach across the table.  "May I?" I nodded, and he
gently covered my hand with his.  "I don't know what to say.  I thought I
had it bad, but all I had was someone rejecting me.  I had lots of
emotional and financial support.  I never had to worry about where the next
meal would come from.  I feel honored you trust me enough to have dinner,
let alone model like we did."

   "Oh, Eric.  I like dinner, and I like sex, too.  I'm unsure of how I
choose the objects of my desires.  I absolutely want you, but I also need
to make sure I'm not misleading myself."

   "I think I understand.  I'd worked through the divorce issues before I
started back to school and knew you were the one from the beginning, but it
took a year to invite you out.  Well, inviting you to watch me model by the
pond."

   "Yeah, why so long?"

   "At first, I could see from your body language and sarcastic tone you
weren't interested in a relationship.  I saw that eventually soften, but
your interest was toward the younger guys.  I had to think of some way to
pique your interest without risking outright rejection.  We worked well
together in the chem lab, and I'd nearly asked you out when the model
session at the pond came up.  It was a last-minute assignment, and the
scheduling coincidence with the community center was completely accidental.
Lucky for us, as it turned out."

   "I'll say.  It was the most fun I've had as far back as I can remember.
I didn't know I had an exhibitionistic streak, but I didn't want to stop
once I overcame my Catholic school girl guilt.  Is it always like that?"

   "There's usually some tension standing there and being the only one
nude. It's supposed to be professional and objective, at least in theory.
Since I'm an exhibitionist, I enjoy it and can make up stories to pass the
time, but it sometimes gets me in trouble.  I mentioned on Tuesday getting
an erection is usually a bad thing.  I've been yelled at and de-listed,
which usually happens where the instructors and students are inexperienced
and embarrassed by male nudity."

   "Yeah, I thought something was up.  The group was appreciative,
especially Janet.  They liked the initial poses, but I sensed some
awkwardness when things heated up on the first long pose.  Half of the
artists left at that break."

   "Spontaneous erections aside, it's work, pleasant work, but work
nonetheless.  You'll figure it out for yourself over the next couple of
weeks."

   "I'm getting more anxious, but I made the commitment."

   It was late, and Eric called for our taxi.  I gave Giselle and Ruth warm
hugs and thanks for a spectacular evening.  After a chaste goodnight kiss
beside the waiting cab, I walked up the stairs to my apartment and wondered
what new feelings modeling would bring.

   We modeled first at Fairfield two weeks after our dinner at Hemenway's.
After my initial jitters, it went as Eric had described, primarily dull, if
different, work.  Twice I lost focus and touched him more intimately than
strictly professional, and Eric responded tumescent.  After we'd dressed at
the end of the session, the instructor spoke to us, saying although she
didn't find it objectionable, the maturity level of her students meant she
wouldn't have us back as a couple.  It was embarrassing and reinforced my
initial reluctance to model in the first place.

   Eric reassured me.  We'd work for places where they liked our way of
modeling.  The session two weeks later at the Catholic high school proved
his point.  We had to be strictly professional in our poses, but the
instructors, who were nuns, were progressive in their instruction.

   They emphasized both the formal aspects of the poses and how Eric and I
related each other.  Sister Rodrigues emphasized artists had to capture the
personal relationship between the models and understand negative and
positive spaces, lighting and shading, and static or dynamic poses. 
Although there wasn't any overt sexual expression during the three hours, I
left feeling much more positive about my body and displaying it for artists
in public.

   Eric and I had a couple more dinner dates before our next session at
Oakmont, and at dinner the Friday before, we decided Eric would drive us
both to Oakmont on Tuesday.  I had just gotten downstairs when Eric pulled
up.  I tossed my gym bag in the back, and we were off.

   "After the mixed bag of modeling the past few weeks, I wondered how this
will feel.  I'm so excited.  It feels like we're going back to a
comfortable, welcoming, and sexy place."

   "You look absolutely radiant, Linda.  I can't wait to see all of you up
on stage."

   We came to a stop in the Oakmont parking lot, and I started to reach
over the seat to get my bag.

   "Don't take the bags.  We'll leave them here." Eric told me.

   "But my robe."

   "It's a trick I've used sometimes, forgetting my robe.  It lets you hang
around nude the entire time.  It's only happened here once before.  We can
say we were running late and rushed off without our bags."

   "Won't Janet mind?  We talked about this sort of thing."

   "I know she won't mind.  She called yesterday to confirm and said she'd
been clear with everyone to expect more of the intimate poses we did last
time.  If they found it uncomfortable, this would be a session to skip. 
She won't think twice about it."

   "You made me gush, Eric.  Let's get going."

   We waved to the reception attendant on the way to the gallery.  Eric
opened the door, and Janet immediately greeted us with a warm hug.  "I'm so
glad you're here.  After the success of your last session, I've made sure
we have a dedicated group who want to get straight to work.  The props are
all on the stage; just get changed."

   Eric spoke up.  "I'm sorry, Janet, but in our last-minute rush to get
here, we left without our gym bags, and our robes are in them.  We'll go
back home to get them."

   Janet waved her hand aside, "Forget it, Eric." She looked around the
room.  "We want to draw.  The prudes have been warned away tonight.  Change
here, and don't worry about your robes."

   We walked over to the model stand and undressed.  "You were right, Eric.
This is more exciting than last time, but there are only nine, no ten
people tonight, and they're all closer to the model stand."

   Eric stripped off quicker than I did, and his cock was already hard. 
"I'll move the props out of the center of the stage." I pulled my panties
off and tossed them on the pile of clothes under the stand.

   Janet came up and made a pointed display of looking at Eric's cock and
my hard nipples.  "Based on your response to modeling together last time,
I'm delighted to see you two still have something in reserve for us
tonight. I was fearful that after six weeks of what must have been
continuous, heated sex, you'd be sexually bored with each other like an
old, married couple."

   I blushed crimson and blurted out, "We've not had sex at all.  In fact,
the only time we've seen each other naked is on the modeling stage."

   "Oh, my, Linda.  This will be better than I'd hoped." She put her hand
on my upper arm.  "We'll do the six five-minute poses, two 40-minute poses,
and finish with an hour-long pose.  And tonight, banish all thought of
inhibition in your posing." She smiled broadly as she looked to both of us,
pushed us up on the stage, and made her announcements.

   The five-minute poses flew by.  We started with the same first pose from
last time, then folded ourselves around each other in intimate embraces and
caresses with kissing and probing and flushed skin and oozing orifices.  I
only heard the sound of hot blood coursing through the arteries in my neck
and the furious scratching of lead pencils against drawing paper.

   I demanded control for the last short pose and pushed Eric down flat on
his back and straddled his hips, cowgirl style.  I raised up slightly on my
knees, reached between my legs, and grabbed his cock.  I momentarily
thought of stuffing it in my cunt but pushed it behind my ass instead and
settled back down on Eric's pubic arch.  I knew in a second that wouldn't
work.  I wanted my ass spread open and visible, not blocked by Eric's cock.
I also needed something substantial to rub my pussy against.

   I raised up and let Eric's cock spring back onto his stomach, lowered my
vulva onto the length of his cock, and slid my clit along its length a
couple of times to settle in.  I leaned forward and placed my hands
shoulder-width apart at the level of his ears and let my breasts hang down,
falling on his face.  Looking back down between my legs, I saw the enlarged
purple head of Eric's cock peeking out from under my bush.

   Eric took my tits in his hands and pushed them up from underneath,
wrapping his lips around my left nipple, the one visible to the artists.  I
was lost in the sensations of his sucking and biting and licking.  I closed
my eyes and tilted my head back in ecstasy.

   Only moments passed, and I felt a gently massaging of my left shoulder
and the sound of Janet's voice in my ear.  "Time's up, honey.  What a
wonderful pose, Linda.  Let's take a short break and have a chat."

   I quickly shook my head to come back to reality and disentangled myself
from Eric to sit on the front edge of the stage.  Eric sat to my right and
Janet to my left.

   "I hoped you and Eric would respond the way you have in those poses but
wanted you to take it further.  Your last pose will be perfect for your
last 45-minute pose.  I want you to take it all the way.  I could see you
considered it at the start but decided to tame it down.  First, though, I'd
like your next pose to be the same as the last pose the first time you
modeled here, but be more explicit than you were then.  We'll then take a
break and for the last 45-minute pose, do the cowgirl pose you just did,
but full-on.  Can you do it?"

   I looked over to Eric, who was smiling like an idiot.  Well, I put the
idiot interpretation in there.  He was smiling.  I felt my nipples harden
again and looked back to Janet.  "I can, and I think Eric will too."

   Janet leaned forward to get up.  "Good.  Get set up."

   We climbed on the stage, rearranged the bolsters and pillows for Eric to
lie on his back and me on my side facing the opposite direction.  I leaned
against his right leg, threaded my right arm between his legs, and rested
my hand on his cock.  He rested his hand against my vulva.  We were set up
like our first session, but Janet wanted more.

   I looked down at Eric and wiggled my hips.  He took my meaning and
curled his middle and index fingers to rub them over my clit and insert
them into my cunt.  I was so wet there wasn't a hint of resistance as he
slid inside me and wriggled his fingers.  The electric jolt made my mouth
water and looking at Eric's cock I knew how to put my saliva to good use. I
remembered Eric saying he liked his balls handled, so I made a circle of my
thumb and index finger and tightened them around his scrotum, pulling his
balls into my palm.  His cock rose straight up before my face, and I parted
my lips to take his cockhead into my mouth.

   Janet whispered, "Marvelous.  If you need a break during the next 45
minutes, go right ahead."

   I realized I'd have to keep Eric's cock in my mouth for nearly an hour
and decided I wouldn't try to make him come.  To be fair, though, I
wouldn't be able to get any pressure on my clit, so I wouldn't be able to
come either.  Eric's fingers in my pussy produced a gradually increasing
stimulation, but without action on my clit I'd have to be satisfied with
the buildup.

   We settled into a pleasant routine.  We looked in each other's eyes and
raised our eyebrows in response to our pulling, sucking, and finger
wiggling.  A half-hour into the pose, I started feeling the plateau of
excitement that would end in orgasm, and I could taste a constant stream of
pre-cum flowing from Eric.  His cock was rock hard in my mouth, and I
started biting down on it.  I felt his leg muscles tense in reaction.

   We continued on for the few remaining minutes with the unbearable erotic
tension until Janet came up and quietly said, "Sadly, we must end it here.
Please take a longer break and return by eight-thirty.  The center is
closed except for our group, and I talked to Sheri, the attendant, so if
you need the restroom, you may walk the hall in full, nude glory."

   Eric and I looked at each other, immediately got up, and dashed to the
door, ignoring the smiles and looks we got from the artists.  I didn't even
put on my sandals.  In the hallway, I grabbed his hand and ran to the
restroom door.

   Once inside, with the door locked, Eric asked, "Are you absolutely
sure?"

   I answered by sitting on the closed toilet lid and sucking his delicious
cock.  I pulled on his balls roughly, the way he'd said earlier he liked.
We didn't have much time, though, and I had to have him in me.

   I released his cock, turned to slide the rug to kneel in front of the
toilet, and braced myself over the toilet.  My spread cunt and asshole
signaled my invitation, and Eric joined me on the floor to lick my pussy,
then asshole.  I frigged my clit with one hand while trying to keep my
balance with the other.  "Fuck me, Eric," and he rammed his cock fully into
my cunt in one forceful push.

   He reached down with one hand and squeezed the nipple of my one dangling
breast and, with his other hand, pushed a finger into my asshole.  He
instinctively knew what I wanted.  I'd already started over the edge when
Eric's cock touched my cunt lips and completely exploded when he shoved his
finger in my ass.

   It took every bit of my control not to scream out in pleasure, but I
wouldn't be able to face the group if I did.  Eric pushed in one time,
pulled out partway, and slammed back into me, deeply planted as he erupted
inside me.  We'd been on break for five minutes.

   Eric's cum flowed around his shrinking cock and down my thighs.  He
straightened up, and his cock slipped out of my cunt.  We moved the rug
back in front of the vanity, spooning on the women's restroom floor.  Eric
kissed my neck and rubbed his free hand over my breasts and belly.

   He felt so good I almost cried.  "We still have two more poses, don't
we? I could lie in your arms all night."

   "Janet would understand if we bolted, but she's looking forward to more
poses with us.  We can be as explicit as we want and continue at your
apartment afterward."

   I turned to face him and pressed myself against his body.  "I was hoping
to get you to stay the night.  It's been awful lonely the past couple of
years and frustrating the past six weeks." We kissed and hugged until I
felt his cock growing again.  "We better get back to finish the session, or
we'll fuck in here all night and have explaining to do when the morning
crew arrives.  It's more comfortable at my place too."

   We reluctantly stood up, unlocked the door, stepped into the hallway,
and immediately faced Trish.  In the haze of afterglow, we hadn't thought
to clean up.  She slowly looked down our bodies, then up, taking in the
sheen of sweat, the globs of cum in my bush, and the rivulets of cum
flowing down my thighs and dripping off Eric's hard cock.  She knew what
we'd done and looked at me with a grin, "We have to stop meeting like
this."

   "You are so right, Trish." I looked at Eric.  "During our last session
here, I took a restroom break and had to wait.  Trish came out, and we
chatted."

   Trish took over.  "I remember you said you had a reluctance to model,
which I'd say you've overcome.  Janet contacted us last week and said she'd
encourage you two to be as explicit as possible.  Your first long pose was
exciting, but I wish you would show us on stage what you did in there.  I'd
appreciate it.  I need the restroom."

   We stepped aside to let Trish access, and after she closed the door, I
said, "Maybe we should have cleaned up.  I wasn't thinking."

   Eric reached down, pushed two fingers in my cunt, raised his hand to his
mouth, and sucked on his fingers.  "Everything's perfect, Linda.  We'll
have a lot of fun tonight."

   The feeling of Eric's fingers inside me sent shivers up my spine and
hardened my nipples.  I glanced up and noticed the counter attendant was
staring at us and smiling.  I hadn't seen her when we came to the restroom.
Janet said she'd talked with her, so we must be alright.  I returned her
smile and, grabbing Eric's elbow, returned to the art room.  "Time to get
back to work."

   Janet waited for us at the model stand, chatting with the remaining
artists.  "Oh my.  That was a brief break but effective.  Congratulations
to you both.  You'll need the trapeze, Linda, for the next pose.  You
looked lovely leaning over Eric with your nipple in his mouth, but we need
more frontal visibility.  Eric, can you make the adjustments?  It's there
on the stage." Janet then left the room.

   Eric jumped on the stage, picked up a hollow steel bar wrapped in
chain-link, and reached up to an eye hook embedded in the ceiling I hadn't
noticed before.  One end of the chain-link had a spring clip on it, and
Eric attached it to the eye bolt.  He sat down on the short stool and
looked at me.  "Okay, Linda, on your knees here like you're straddling me
in that last short pose.  I'll measure the proper height for the trapeze."

   I walked on my knees to where Eric pointed.  "Sit back on your heels
like you were sitting on me before.  Instead of leaning forward and resting
your hands on the stage, you reach up and support yourself with the
trapeze."

   Now that I understood what we were trying to do, I wriggled into the
position Eric described and held my arms over my head.  Eric held the
chain-link at different lengths, and I realized how exposed my spread ass
would be.  In the few moments I pondered how the artists would choose
between the direct view of the front of my body and my preferred view of my
spread ass cheeks, Janet returned.  She pushed a large mirror mounted in a
plumbing pipe frame sitting on wheeled castors and moved it to the end of
the stage where my ass pointed.

   She could see my quizzical expression.  "It's from the theatre
department.  They use it during stage productions when 20 to 30 people need
mirrors to dress and apply makeup.  I want to use it here to provide
alternate views of your pose.  I can see the progress you and Eric are
making, and I want to have a full range of options."

   The mental light ignited in my head.  The artists wouldn't have to
choose; they could sit with a direct view of my chest, face, and bush while
glancing into the mirror to get the sight of my back, ass, and cunt. 
"Eric. Put the trapeze closer to the ceiling."

   I raised on my knees and arched my back to simulate Eric's body
underneath me.  Eric shortened the distance from the bolt to the trapeze
and secured the chain.  I leaned forward, testing it with my total weight.
It felt so sexy to have my chest thrust forward, letting my full breasts
hang naturally in front of me and my ass and cunt spread and exposed
behind. In a few moments, I'd be fucking Eric in front of ten artists I
hardly knew.

   Janet finished her rough mirror positioning.  "Let's get ready for the
next pose."

   I let go of the trapeze and moved aside to let Eric lie down on his
back. We placed some pads for my knees, and I straddled Eric again,
settling into position above his cock and holding the trapeze with both
hands.  I looked to Eric as he held his cock and rubbed it along my still
dripping slit before steading it at the opening to my cunt.  I lowered
myself over him until he filled me, and I felt my clit rub against his
smooth public arch.  I leaned forward, hanging off the trapeze for support.
Eric would have to arrange his part of the pose.

   Janet made final adjustments to the mirror.  In a quick discussion with
Trish, who was sitting a few feet back from the stage near our heads, she
angled the mirror to provide the best view of my ass and penetrated cunt
for the majority of artists.

   Eric asked, "Janet, would you tell me which is the best placing of my
hands, this," he held his right hand on my left ass cheek and his left hand
cupping my right breast, "Or this?" He then switched both hands from ass to
breasts respectively.

   "Switch them back to the first position, please, Eric." Janet walked
along the stage carefully, looking at the pose and looking in the mirror.
"Switch again, please." Again, she looked at the various views from the
audience and what it looked like in the mirror.  "The first is best, Eric.
Your right hand on Linda's ass, but keep your arm low."

   Arranged and relaxed, we settled into the long pose.  Eric had one grace
note to add.  I felt his middle finger pressed at the edge of my puckered
asshole; he curled the tip and pushed it into my asshole.  He didn't go in
far, just enough to produce an involuntary squeeze on my part, trying to
draw him further in.  We were set, ready for the hour-long pose.

   "Very nice.  Quite lovely, you two.  As always, take a break if you need
one." Janet sat beside her easel to begin sketching.

   Eric and I had both come while in the restroom a few minutes before and
felt no urgency to repeat.  I enjoyed the sensations from our joined
genitals and the thrill of being exposed to artists studying every nook and
cranny of my nude and fucked body.  I'd gently rock my hips for friction on
my clit or clench my asshole around Eric's finger.  He wriggled his finger
around my sphincter or pushed it in and out.  Of course, he always found a
way to pinch my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

   After a few minutes, I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and
daydreamed of horseback riding and how it sometimes felt like a miniature
version of this.  I imagined riding nude through the fields on my favorite
riding mare, Gallorette, at Oak Valley Ranch; the sun shining on my back
and my pussy and ass rubbing against my smooth, Josephine show saddle.  We
started at a walk and slowly increased the tempo to a trot.

   I was so involved with my horse-riding fantasy I lost track of time. 
Eventually realized I wasn't galloping over a freshly mown field with my
pussy pounding into the saddle every time Gallorette's hind legs landed but
was visibly grinding my clit into Eric.  I looked at one of the clocks and
saw we were 25 minutes over the scheduled pose.  Maybe knowing so many
strangers were looking directly through my cunt and ass into my soul made
me not care, but I abandoned all restraint and began tilting my pelvis to
get more pressure from Eric and clenching my ass cheeks for more friction
from his finger.

   Eric responded immediately, releasing my breast to grab my other ass
cheek and pull me hard against him.  He plunged his finger fully into my
ass.  It must have been only 30 seconds before I started convulsing in
another orgasm.  I managed to keep ahold of the trapeze but was overtaken
by my orgasm.  I pushed my legs straight out behind me and leveraged my
body between the trapeze and my toes to drive my pussy against Eric.

   Wave after wave flowed from my pussy out to the tips of my fingers and
toes.  I vaguely remember collapsing onto Eric and feeling his hands
holding my back and caressing my ass as I tried to balance on top of him
and regain my breath.  We tilted to my right and on our sides, and Eric's
cock slipped out of me completely.

   I'd hoped it didn't take too long to return to the land of the living. I
raised my head to look for Janet and saw most of the artists were looking
at me, all wearing shocked smiles.  Sheri, the counter attendant, had come
into the room too.

   "Well.  That happened," was the only thing I could think of to say.  It
took a few moments, but that broke the tension.

   Janet stood at the front edge of the stage.  "I know you'll need a few
minutes rest to recuperate, and our pre-planned schedule is all shot to
hell, but if you can do another, shorter pose, we'd be eternally grateful."

   "I think I might be able to handle it.  Can you, Eric?"

   "I'm ready.  We'll have to wash up first."

   Janet moved away, and the other artists knew we needed some alone time
and collectively took breaks to the back of the room or the hallways.

   "Well, Linda, what a surprise.  I hope that means you like me and trust
me."

   "Eric, I'm falling in love with you and couldn't do that without
trusting you completely."

   Eric reached his hand behind my neck and pulled me to him for a deep,
passionate kiss.  He broke it off far too quickly.  "I fell in love with
you over a year ago.  I'm so happy we've managed to get together this way
finally.  Let's show how much in love we are."

   We turned to proceed and found Trish and Sheri standing in front of the
stage, holding hands.  "That was all I hoped for, seeing you two fucking."
Trish had leaned forward to tell us in a whisper.  "We brought a couple
more towels to help you clean up." She patted the stack beside us.

   We grabbed the towels and dashed back to the restroom to quickly cleaned
up.  I thought Eric was okay with my kinks, but I had to get it out in the
open.  "You don't think less of me because I like you playing with my ass?"

   "My dirty little secret is that I like playing with my ass and having it
played with, too.  I've always had a full and varied solo sex life, and
somehow butt play felt good and normal.  I look forward to probing the
depths of your kinks more fully."

   Janet was waiting when we returned, but Trish spoke up.  "This may be an
unusual request, but not out of line with the session.  Can we have a
classic sexual pose, something missionary with Linda on her back and her
legs bent so we can see Eric entering her?  And, we still haven't seen Eric
come.  Linda had a beautiful, explosive climax, but not Eric.  He's still
hard, and I know he can do it."

   Janet looked around the room and saw the other artists nodding their
approval.  She then looked at us.  "Would you?"

   Eric answered.  "Sure, I'll make a sacrifice for art."

   "I'm already all in, and I just have to lie here while Eric does the
work."

   "Okay.  We have room for another 20-minute pose.  Find a
missionary-style pose to maintain motionless for 15 minutes, then break the
pose and thrust to achieve orgasm.  That will be a fitting finale to our
session." Janet returned to her seat.

   The final pose wasn't artistic.  I lied on my back at the front edge of
the stand, my legs spread as wide as I could, my right foot on the floor,
and my left leg bent at my knee.  Eric moved on top of me, his arms
straight to support his torso and his hands pushed under my armpits.  He
kept a straight line through his shoulders, hips, and to his knees, which
rested on the model stand.  I reached down to push the tip of his shaft
into my pussy.  I grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and prepared to pull
him into me at the appropriate time.

   Trish said, "Perfect.  I see everything I need for the image I want.  If
you can, please keep your cock like that, just the tip inside Linda."

   I clamped my pussy on his cock, but he'd need more friction to come
eventually.  We finished the pose to the restful sound of pencils
scratching over sketch paper.

   Fifteen minutes later, Janet quietly said, "The static portion of the
pose is over now.  You may proceed, Eric."

   I whispered, "Fuck me as hard and fast as you can, keeping the view
open. Don't come inside me, though.  Pull out, lean on your side next to me
and shoot over my bush, tits, and face.  I want to suck some of it down."

   He lasted only four hard thrusts and pulled out.  In one fluid motion
and keeping his body line straight, he rose on his right knee and lowered
his left foot to the floor while pulling me into a sitting position using
his hands already under my arms.  His slick cock pulsed an inch from my
face.

   My lips parted, and I bent forward the extra distance to fill my mouth
with the top third of his cock.  I reached for his balls, encircled them,
and pulled them taught.  His first shot filled my mouth with cum.  I tilted
my head back, letting his cock slip from my mouth, and reached up to stroke
and aim his throbbing shaft.  His second explosion landed under my chin and
splashed down my throat and over my breasts.  He grabbed the trapeze for
support, and I pushed him down to aim the third spurt directly on my tits.
Amazingly, he produced two more loads of hot cum I managed to splash over
my bush.

   Eric straightened up.  His cock stayed hard, trembling and oozing cum in
a steady stream I found irresistible.  I sucked him into my mouth for a few
more moments of liquid joy until he sat down on his left hip and surprised
me with a passionate and probing kiss.  He rubbed his right hand down from
my throat, over my breasts and stomach, through my soaked bush, and thrust
a couple of fingers into my open pussy.

   I could have done this all night, but I once again heard Janet's
familiar exclamation.  "Oh, my.  Oh, my.  I didn't think we could have a
better climax to our session than the two previous poses, but you've proven
me wrong again."

   Eric and I stopped kissing and smiled at each other.  We moved side by
side and pushed up to rest on our elbows.  Our feet were firmly on the
floor, and I noticed most of the artists were intently studying my
cum-smeared body, especially my open pussy.  "It's entirely our pleasure,
to be sure."

   It was 10:15, time to pack up and go home.  The towels we used to clean
up before the last pose were still in a pile on the stand's back corner,
and Eric grabbed a couple to give a light cleaning.  Janet remembered
something, "Before we clean up and leave, Linda should go around and select
a few drawings.  If you have something you desperately want to keep, I'm
sure she won't cause a fuss.  Linda, go ahead and choose some drawings."

   I got up to walk among the artists as they straightened up and picked
out some drawings to keep.  There were six women and four men.  The women's
illustrations were the most graphically detailed.

   Trish was playfully assertive and stayed seated at her easel.  I bent
over and put my hands on my knees to get a good look at her drawings, and
she wrapped her arm around my ass and rested her hand on my left hip.  She
pointed out the drawings' details with her right hand and slowly drew her
hand across my ass cheeks until her fingertips poised over the cleft
between my cheeks.  She hesitated and didn't push into my crack.

   I thought it would be exciting to give her a thrill and shifted my
weight to slide my legs further apart and increased the arch of my back to
tilt my pelvis.  The result was as I hoped; my ass cheeks spread apart, and
my asshole moved directly under her fingers as they slid between my cheeks.
She was momentarily surprised but acted quickly by slightly pressing her
middle finger against my recently finger fucked asshole.  I rocked back on
my heels to help her push into my rectum, and she resumed the discussion of
her drawings.  Her pinky then found the folds of my vulva and began its
exploration.

   I couldn't let this get any farther and stood up, "I'm sorry, I've been
such a tease.  Please don't read anything into it; I'm feeling frisky, is
all."

   "I understand, Linda.  I have my commitments too.  Pick a drawing or
two." I added two of hers to my growing collection, weaved my way back
through the departing artists, and sat next to Eric.

   "We'd better get dressed.  It's getting late, and I need to get you into
my bed at home."

   We began the sorrowful task of dressing.  "You're staying the night,
aren't you?" I hoped it came across less desperate than it felt.

   "I hoped but didn't assume."

   We sat at the edge of the stage putting our shoes on, and Janet came up.
"I can't thank you enough, both of you.  You exceeded my expectations, and
given your first session, my expectations were high.  I don't think we'll
be able to do something like this again here.  I like to book three to four
months ahead and tonight was as much a last-minute cancellation as we have.
I also pulled as many favors as possible to limit the attendees to those I
knew would be accepting.  It's too difficult to do often."

   I stood up and hugged her.  "I can't thank you enough for the invitation
and for accepting my kinky sexual antics.  I've gotten over my fear of nude
modeling, and I understand this was a one-off session here.  It was
exceptional."

   "You're a natural, Linda.  Statuesque, gorgeous, confident and
commanding people's attention, and such a delightfully sexy body.  Although
we can't do this here, we could have more erotic sessions at my studio in
the mountains.  The lighting's magnificent, and it's large enough to
accommodate seven or eight artists.  I'll have a stage constructed; it will
be smaller since I don't have this much room.  I'll be in touch.  Eric, I
think you're scheduled here solo in another two months, so I'll look
forward to seeing you then."

   "Goodbye, Janet." We said in unison.

   "Goodnight, sleep tight, and don't let the bedbugs bite." Janet waved as
we left the room.

   Eric spent the night in my apartment.  We fucked all night and didn't
sleep a minute.  The next day at school was challenging.  I dozed off in
class, and we gave up any pretense about our relationship; we officially
became a couple.  No one was shocked, but we kept the modeling part of our
relationship to ourselves.

   I started having dinner a couple of nights a week at Petie's house and
made sure she didn't mind if Eric spent a few other nights a week at my
apartment.  I was surprised how quickly and comfortably things fit
together. We had a couple of geology field trips to Death Valley and easily
shared a tent and helped each other with the fieldwork.

   During the semester break in December, we spent a few weeks in Death
Valley doing some field work and camping out in the desert.  We hung out
with a geology group from a university in New Orleans and met other Death
Valley geologists.  They were all impressed that undergrads would take
their initiative to explore Death Valley geology and encouraged us to
pursue graduate work.

   We modeled once or twice a month at one of the local community colleges
or private art groups and focused on the few who appreciated or type of
secret sexiness.  It became more of a job, almost a chore, for strict
places, and we gradually eliminated those.  When we needed an erotic charge
outside the formal modeling sessions, we'd go down to Folsom Street or Good
Vibrations in San Francisco.  We missed last year's street fair but would
catch it in a few months.  I didn't go back to Oakmont, but Eric did a few
times.  Janet called us in March inquiring if we'd do a private erotic
session at her workshop.  We agreed to an afternoon on the first Saturday
in May.

   Janet's May session was an absolute joy and re-ignited my desire to push
the boundaries of our modeling.  It was so much fun and life-affirming. 
Janet managed to fit seven artists into her studio, all women this time,
although it meant an artist or two were a foot away from my stuffed cunt
and spread asshole on several poses.  A few of their drawings were
hyper-realistic, delicate line drawings of only my asshole, filling an
entire page.

   The studio was a small building detached and some distance from her
house.  After an hour, I had to ask, "Janet, is there a toilet out here?  I
need to pee."

   "Sorry, Linda, you'll have to go back to the house.  Follow the path
back along the grill deck and through the utility room door, we used
earlier.  The toilet's on the left; you can't miss it.  I'm on five acres
of oak and manzanita woodland, so don't get dressed."

   Her suggestion jolted me, right in my pussy.  "I've never been nude
outside before, but I'll give it a try."

   I'd already walked through the door when Janet shouted, "It's a long way
to the house, just go over behind one of the trees, it'll take less time,
and we can get back to drawing."

   I took a few steps, and the feeling of sunlight hitting my body
amplified that first jolt I felt at the first suggestion of going naked
outside.  I pinched one of my nipples with my left hand and reached for my
clit with my right.  A few more steps toward the closest oak tree and the
excitement of being fully nude and pissing outside made me swoon.  Feeling
such a powerful reaction, I thought I might not be alone in finding this
exciting.

   Leaving my hands in place, I walked back to the door.  "It's only a
thought, but would any of you like to watch and draw?" After a few seconds
of stunned silence, there was a quiet rush as they grabbed their
sketchbooks and moved through the door.

   Janet led the group.  "There's an old oak stump over there." She pointed
to the edge of the cleared brush around the studio.  "It's a decent
pedestal, and we'll get a great view if you can balance and relax enough to
pee while we all stare at your pussy."

   I was in a dreamy state as I walked toward the stump.  The flat-top was
two feet off the ground and as wide as my shoulders.  I didn't stop
tweaking my nipple or frigging my clit while pushing my foot to climb up. I
focused on my feet to make sure I wouldn't accidentally fall off.  The
group arranged themselves sitting on the ground beyond the estimated splash
zone.  I squatted down, resting my ass cheeks on my heels, spreading my
legs wide to maintain a balanced position.

   I knew the flow wouldn't start if I kept rubbing my clit, so I raised my
hand to my other breast and rubbed both nipples.  I surprised myself when I
broke loose immediately.  The initial squirt splashed a few drops against
my thighs, but the full stream arched beyond my toes.  Eventually, as it
slowed, my pee dribbled on the stump and over my feet and calves.  The
warmth of the sun on my body and the feel of the splashing droplets made me
delirious, and it took a few moments to recover when my bladder emptied.

   I opened my eyes and slowly stood to see most people completing what had
to be one of their shorter gesture drawings.  I couldn't help thinking of
peeing while standing up with my legs together and what sensations the warm
liquid would bring.  I stepped down from the stump and headed over to Eric,
and held his hand.  "I feel much better.  Let's get back to work."

   This group of artists had come to expect and accept absolutely anything
from me.  It was a comforting and liberating feeling.  We walked over by
Janet on the way back to the studio.  "Thanks for the suggestion.  It
unexpectedly turned exciting.  I hope I didn't gross you out."

   "Oh, honey, there's not a thing you could do anyone here would find less
than wonderful.  Anything at all."

   "I'll keep that in mind.  I saw a hot plate on the countertop at the
studio's far end.  Can you make tea out here?"

   "Yes, I can.  I keep Chinese green tea in the cabinet.  It's my
favorite, and I'd be happy to make some for you."

   We were back in the studio.  "Thanks so much, Janet.  Could I get a
glass of water too?  The sun's made me thirsty."

   "My pleasure.  Go get ready for the next pose, and I'll bring it to
you."

   Eric knew something was up.  "You've never been this thirsty doing
fieldwork in Death Valley.  You have some devious plans brewing."

   "Hush, Eric, I haven't the slightest idea what you mean.  My outdoor
episode was more fun than I expected.  Were you grossed out at all?"

   "I find new and exciting things about you every day we're together.  Our
posing horizons may need to expand."

   "I have thoughts for a solo repeat.  Back to work."

   Eric and I had acquired a variety of sex toys.  My favorite was a
strap-on harness that accommodated a double-ended, bent dildo I could push
into my pussy.  The harness held the dildo securely enough I could fuck
Eric and stimulate my cunt and clit at the same time.  I noticed several
artists had stunned looks when I strapped it on, lubed up Eric's ass, and
pegged him on the tiny model stand.  I felt proud to have popped some
cherries that afternoon.

   We sweated, lubed, fucked, and sucked every orifice and came multiple
times for another two hours.  In the brightly sunlit studio, it felt easy
to play with each other so openly; we had a joyous experience, and nasty
too.  We didn't make a pretense of cleaning up.  At first, it was sweat and
my dripping pussy juices, but Eric's first orgasm came while I was sucking
him, and after the first squirt down my throat, I let it spray over my
body. He shot his second load into my cunt while I sat, cowgirl, on his
hips and felt his cum flow out of my cunt.  We were sloppy-messy in the
most glorious way possible.

   "I hate to interrupt the flow, Janet, but I must have had too much tea,
and I've got to pee again."

   "It's been three hours and time to finish up anyway."

   "We don't mind staying longer if there's anything else you'd like to
see. And you can watch me outside again."

   "Thank you for your generous offer to glimpse your most private moments
outside.  I'll ask about an additional pose once we're back inside."

   "Thanks so much, Janet."

   We all moved outside into the warmer temperature.  Sunlight filtered
through the leaves.  I pointed to a large live oak.  "I'm going to try
something different over there."

   "I'm not surprised, Linda."

   I'd waited as long as I could to let the volume build, and the increased
pressure upped the intensity of my excitement.  I couldn't help using my
hands like I did last time, and since the tree was farther away, the
tension had a long time to build.  I reached the tree and turned to lean
back against the trunk.  As I leaned back, the sun lowered enough to shine
a bright swath of light under a massive branch and illuminate my lower
body. As the sun slowly lowered, the shadow across my hips rose, and more
of my pussy was exposed to sunlight.

   I kept my legs together, slightly bending my right leg and pushing my
knees together.  I tilted my pelvis back, raised my hand from my clit to my
nipple.  When it felt like my bladder would burst, I clenched my ass to
force the flow forward and relaxed my bladder.

   The first eruption was an unfocused burbling of piss flying everywhere.
I restricted the flow, relaxed my thighs, and adjusted my hips' angle.  I
could feel pee flow between my pussy lips, out into the trough between my
thighs, and down my legs.

   Subtle clit stimulation and the combined warmth of sunlight and pee
flowing on my legs shocked me into closing my eyes and pinching my nipples,
hard, with my thumb and forefinger.  I started trembling in a beautiful,
pre-orgasmic build-up but knew I'd need direct stimulation.

   I relaxed my legs and opened my thighs to let my pee flow freely down my
legs.  My oversensitive pussy and asshole tickled from all the dripping
splashing.  I started laughing, gave a last, hard squeeze to my nipples,
moved my hands to my clit, and rubbed as if my life depended on it.  I
abandoned myself to reaching my climatic plateau before my bladder emptied.
In the end, I came so quickly it wasn't close.  The bark stimulating my
back, my hands rubbing my clit, and the pee flowing over my legs combined
for a climax that opened the floodgates.  The last of my pee splashed off
my hands over my stomach, thighs, and even breasts.

   Completely drained, I tried, unsuccessfully, to push forward and stand
to avoid sliding off the tree trunk and the bark ripping the skin off my
back.  Before I crumpled in a boneless pile, I felt strong hands reaching
under my arms, and I opened my eyes to see Eric's smiling face as he pulled
me up and off the oak trunk and into his arms.

   "You're the sexiest woman in the world." He whispered in my ear before
covering my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

   I quickly regained my footing on what felt like a bog.  I looked down to
see we were standing in a swamp.  "My God, Eric, that all came out of me."

   I heard Janet's voice.  "You're two wood nymphs playing in a forest mud
puddle.  Another spectacular, if short, pose, Linda.  Let's get back
inside. As usual, Trish has a request for a final pose.  Don't worry about
tracking any dirt.  You look fabulous.  It will provide surface texture and
a variety of reflective media."

   In addition to both of us being covered in cum and piss, I had numerous
mud splashes covering my feet and calves.  "We're a mess, Eric.  It'll take
a long soak to clean up, but it feels so good.  So good." He smiled and
rubbed my ass as we walked back to the studio.

   "Speak up, Trish," I said when we'd all settled back in the studio.

   "First, I want to say how wonderful this afternoon has been.  You guys
are the greatest." Similar affirmations arose from the other artists.

   "The pose is simple.  Linda, you lie flat on your stomach with your legs
straight but spread apart.  Turn your head to face us and place your arms
under your body with your hands cupping your vulva.  What you do with your
hands is up to you.  Eric, you'll do a plank exercise over Linda's back,
but on your hands rather than elbows.  You can curve your back if you like,
but I want you completely hovering over Linda, not touching her anywhere
else than her asshole with your cock."

   My eyes popped open in surprise at her suggestion.  I looked at Eric. 
"How long could you hold the pose?"

   "I'd think ten minutes, maybe longer if I can sag a little."

   Trish spoke, "I'm good with that.  The image I'm looking for is you
hovering over Linda, supported by your cock stuck halfway into her ass. 
I'll be by her left foot, sitting on the floor to get the view I need."

   The model stand was small, and to get the spread of my legs Trish
wanted, we had to move it into the middle of the studio.  I applied lube to
Eric's cock before I turned to lie on my stomach.  He returned the favor by
plopping a generous dollop to my anus.  I pushed my arms under my body,
turned my head to the left and spread my legs as far as I could, and still
keep my knees on the stage.

   Eric placed his hands by my shoulders and his feet together somewhere at
the other end of the stage, but he had trouble guiding his cock into my ass
without using his hand.  After two deflected efforts, Trish reached up and
asked, "May I help?"

   "Please do," I replied.

   She wanted to be through and wiped some smeared lube onto her finger,
rubbed it on my asshole, then pushed it inside my rectum.  Next, she held
Eric's cock to guide him as he slowly penetrated my sphincter.  I felt her
keep her hand around his cock until her hand's width of his cock remained
outside my bottom.  She removed her hand and announced, "Perfect."

   I wouldn't come, but I could have fun.  I fingered my clit, probed the
folds of my cunt, and clenched my ass to help Eric stay hard.  Since he
hadn't come in a while, maybe we'd have an ass-filling cum finale to our
session.

   Eric maintained a solid, straight back for 20 minutes before I felt the
angle of his cock signal his sagging back.  He also started small thrusts
to match my ass clenches.  After another five minutes, Eric said, "I'm
afraid I'm done," and lowered to his knees while pushing his cock fully
into my ass.  The pose was over, but we weren't finished, and I knew we
would show this small group our favorite sex position.

   Eric spread his legs wider and lifted off his knees to allow me to close
my legs together underneath him.  He then clamped his legs together outside
of mine and pushed my legs tighter together.  Feeling the length of his
cock thrusting between my clenched ass cheeks and plunging into my asshole
is ecstasy.  I might have come had we brought our magic wand, but I knew
Eric wouldn't last but a few thrusts.

   Three, to be exact.  His body went rigid as his cum exploded deep in my
rectum.  He collapsed onto my back and kissed my neck and the side of my
face.  He whispered, "You are so sexy, and we're filthier."

   The narrow stage didn't allow for a relaxing roll to our sides and the
casual disengagement of Eric's cock from my ass.  We made a show of it when
I moved my arms into position to push up and rock back on my knees to an
all-fours stance.  Eric kept his legs outside mine and pushed up with me,
keeping his cock firmly planted in my butthole.  When I'd fully raised,
Eric slowly straightened his legs and rose.

   I lowered my head looked underneath my body and through my spread legs
to see all eyes focused on my asshole and Eric's agonizingly slow
withdrawal from my bottom.  I kept my sphincter relaxed, and when the tip
of his cock cleared the edge of my asshole, I could feel the still gaping
void and the dripping ooze of his cum flowing over my labia and down my
leg.

   Eric sat down.  I brought my legs together and leaned back to a sitting
kneel with my ass cheeks on my heels.  Janet broke the silence.  "A fitting
end to a wonderful drawing session.  Thank you so much." I scooted over
next to Eric, and most of his cum had leaked out and over my legs and feet.

   Janet retrieved a couple of small hand towels and brought them over. 
"These aren't near enough for a thorough clean-up, but you're welcome to
the shower in the main house."

   I couldn't resist.  "We'll be able to clean enough with these.  We wore
sweats, t-shirts, and flip-flops; they'll clean easily.  Before we go, can
we walk around outside again?  I've never been nude outside, and it was a
thrilling experience."

   "By all means.  Take as long as you like.  It's all my property through
the oak woods, and fencing marks the boundary.  You can't be seen unless
you follow the driveway downhill to the main road.  Have fun."

   We said our goodbyes to the group, especially Trish, and went outside to
walk naked through the woods.  I held Eric's hand, "This is so exciting.  I
hadn't been nude outside before.  I mean, I'd gone to the bathroom outside
when we've been doing fieldwork, but it was never sexy.  I never thought to
take my clothes off."

   "I should have suggested it on one of our field trips, but we were out
with a large group and had other things to do.  We would have gotten around
to eventually."

   We walked until we came to one of Janet's fences and walked along with
it while hearing the artist's cars start up and drive away.  Then all was
we heard was the sound of birds and the crunch of leaves as we walked.  It
felt time to return, but I caught sight of the driveway a few yards ahead.
"Let's follow the driveway uphill and get back to the house."

   "As always, an excellent plan."

   We started up the driveway when I heard a car drive by on the main road.
"Oh my god, Eric.  I'm getting that damned tingly feeling again.  I could
sneak down to the main road.  It would be so exciting, and maybe someone
would see me."

   "You're becoming quite the exhibitionist, Linda, and this would be a
great opportunity to experience more of that thrill.  I'll keep to the
sidelines but am here if you need me."

   Goosebumps rose over my heavily soiled skin as I walked down the hill to
the road.  I held Eric's hand and giggled with excitement when we heard
another car drive by.  "Oh, god, Eric.  I might have to pee again."

   We arrived at the main road, a two-way, paved thruway.  Directly across
the road was a turnout with nine rural mailboxes (I counted them) mounted
on a railing.  I listened carefully and, hearing nothing walked across the
road to the mailboxes; Eric waited at the driveway.  I turned and looked
back up the driveway and saw the main road broadly curved away from me in
both directions, like following the path of my arms if I were holding a
giant beachball.

   I walked back into the middle of the road and looked in both directions.
"The curve of the road here means you can see a long distance from up the
road to here." I tingled so much I had to rub my clit again, right there in
the road.  "I know what to do, Eric.  Let's go back up the driveway and
wait."

   We stood there in silence for a couple of minutes, my anxiety and
excitement increasing with every heartbeat.  Then I heard it, off in the
distance to the right.  "A car's coming, Eric.  Oh my god, I'll walk across
the street and pretend to check the mail while it drives by.  Here I go."

   As casually as I could, I slowly stepped down the short length of the
driveway.  I kept thinking safety first and looked both ways before seeing
the car was too far away to get a good look.  I slowly stepped into the
road and walked across.  They approached close enough to get a clear view
before I got all the way across the road and realized from the road sound
they were slowing down.  I panicked and thought they might stop and harass
me but could tell they weren't stopping, just slowing to get a better look.

   They hadn't reached the turnout when I got to Janet's mailbox and opened
it.  To my surprise, there were two letters there, which I removed.  I
turned to face the car and waved the letters in their direction.  Four
young guys in a BMW SUV all waved back to me as they passed.

   I'd been paying so much attention to the BMW I hadn't looked the other
way, and as my gaze followed my four admirers driving off, I saw a large
tour bus approaching from the opposite direction.  In another jolt of
panic, I almost ran across the road to hide but immediately knew it wasn't
safe.  It would also be exciting to have more people see me.

   The bus was slower than the BMW and had to slow even more to safely make
the curve.  It was from one of the wine country tour companies, probably
making the scenic trip over the Sonoma Mountains into the Sonoma and Napa
Valleys.  The driver had slowed considerably more than he needed, but I
wasn't worried.  I could see the driver through the windshield, and he had
a head-mounted earpiece and microphone boom.  Now 50 yards away, he reached
for the dashboard, flipped a switch to lower his window.

   "And coming up on our left, we have a rare sighting of the Sonoma
Mountain Wood Nymph." He was letting me hear his commentary.  "She usually
spends her time at the higher elevations of the mountains, but today has
graced us with an appearance in her full glory."

   I smiled and waved at the passengers moving to the left side to get a
better view.  He slowed and came to a stop directly in front of me and
wanted to say something to me.  I still wasn't worried; he left the exit
door firmly closed.  I carefully looked both ways and walked to the window.
He extended a business card between his fingers and leaned out the window
so his voice wouldn't carry.  "I make this run twice a day during the
summer and would gladly pay for coordination between your mail pickups and
my tour schedule.  It would increase my business and make for a more
enjoyable drive.  Give it a thought."

   I took the card and said, "I will.  Twice a day sounds like fun." I
looked both ways again, turned around, and started walking back to the
mailbox turnout.  He'd closed the window but hadn't started moving again. I
thought he must be enjoying the look of my ass and had an urge to give them
all a better view.  I brought my right foot down hard, pretending to
stumble on something on the road, and dropped the letters I'd been holding.
They fell a couple of feet in front of me, so I had to step closer to them.
I made sure my legs were wide apart and kept straight while I bent over at
my hips.  I took longer than needed to retrieve the letters; the feeling of
cum still dripping from my asshole must have influenced me.  I stood up,
twirled around, smiled, and waved to the surprised wine tourists.

   The bus started rolling again, and I waved and twirled until it picked
up speed, passed by, and traveled up the road.  When I looked back to the
driveway, both Eric and Janet were standing there, laughing.

   Seeing no traffic, I walked across the road and handed the letter to
Janet.  "I had a feeling important mail would be here and wanted to make
sure you got it right away."