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 Walking After Midnight Ch.  03 by RicknCenFl

   Tina and Russ continue their exploration of exhibitionism.

   Russ and Tina were returning to her house after their public tryst at
the mall.

   "You were remarkable.  How did it feel to experience your fantasies?"
Russ asked.

   "I was just thinking of an analogy.  Root beer is nice, but ice cream is
great.  You put them together and you get a delicious root beer float. 
It's a similar concept.  You combine the taboo of doing something risky and
doing something pleasurable.  It creates a wonderful concoction of emotions
and euphoria.  It was everything I hoped for.  Couldn't have done it
without you...  thanks!"

   "I get what you're saying.  I experienced a bunch of different feelings,
faced a few fears, and absolutely loved spending the time with you," he
replied.

   After arriving at Tina's house, they took a quick shower together.  They
washed each other's back...  and front.  Russ got hard and Tina asked him
to 'save' it for later.  After toweling dry, Tina got them some large terry
cloth robes.  They decided to eat something.  While Tina was making a large
omelet, Russ built a fire.

   They talked about everything and nothing while they ate.  Tina got warm
and disrobed.  When Russ got up to clear the table, he exposed an erection.

   "Open your robe and show that 'thang' to me," Tina requested.

   Russ exposed himself.

   Tina smiled, "I love everything about your junk...  the way your cock
kinda leans to the left a little...  the magenta color of the head."

   "Magenta?"

   "Yes, purplish red.  I like the way you groom your pubic hair and come
here," she asked.

   He complied and she cupped his balls.

   "And I love your smooth-shaved balls," she concluded.

   "Anytime you want to play with them, just give me a call and I'll be
right over," he smiled.

   He rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.  Then rejoined
Tina, reclining nude by the fire.

   Russ asked, "With tonight's adventure a success, are you wanting to do
more exhibitionist stuff?"

   "Yes!  You may have created a monster by arranging it," she answered.

   "We've got a few months before it's warm enough to do the walk in the
woods.  Do you have anything else in mind?" He asked.

   "I want to go out in public in an uncontrolled situation.  The mall was
phenomenal, and it was an incredible experience, but it was safe.  My
fantasy goal is to walk a downtown street crowded with people.  But there's
no way to make that happen and protect my job." Tina answered.

   "That would be tricky.  Why don't we work out some doable scenarios and
see if we can eventually produce a way to make the street walking fantasy
happen for you," he suggested.

   They talked until sunrise.  Neither had to work that morning, so there
was no rush.

   Before they decided to go to bed, the two of them had produced a list.

   Shopping for risqué clothing and flashing male customers.  Russ present
to promote voyeurism. Exposing various body parts in bars or clubs,
pretending to be unaware.  Russ as wingman to protect. Model nude (as a
couple?) for an art school or university art class. Investigate a club with
a live sex floorshow.  They found one outside Las Vegas, called 'Eros in
Vivo" Walking the streets in a surrounding town.  Russ will investigate
possible fake ID When they got in bed, they were both turned on from the
planning.  But they were also truly tired.  They spooned with Russ's
erection slipping between Tina's butt crack.  She rocked slowly and soon
his pre-cum was all over his front and her rear.  She lifted her leg on
top, reached back, and pulled him into her wet love tunnel.

   They made leisurely love and whispered about their plans.  "Maybe when
we're posing, they will want us to have sex; I'll shop braless and
panty-less, so when I'm changing, they can see everything; Do you think the
sex club will pay us to have sex?"

   Exhaustion overcame the sexual tension and they fell asleep.  The
orgasms came several hours later when Tina renewed her movements.  Russ was
awakened and quickly became hard again.  Since he had slipped out when
flaccid, Tina pulled him back in.  The release was intense for them both,
but they soon drifted back to sleep.

   Russ awakened first around noon.  His cum had dried on his cock, the
sheets, and no doubt Tina as well.  He decided to let her make that
discovery and headed off to take a leak and get a shower.  He pulled the
thick robe on and headed for the kitchen to brew some coffee.  He then dug
around in the refrigerator and found bacon and eggs.  He also discovered
spinach and mushrooms, so he decided to make a florentine omelet.  Tina
wandered out shortly thereafter.  She sat with a cuppa, while he worked.

   "You want to watch the omelet, while I rebuild the fire?"

   She nodded, "Sure, that's nice of you."

   He gave her a wicked little grin, "I've got an ulterior motive."

   "You want me to take off my robe?"

   "Busted," he confessed.

   "You get it warm, and I'll lose the robe...  deal?"

   "Deal!"

   The fire was built, the omelet cooked, robes were discarded, and
breakfast consumed.  Afterward, they lay on a thick comforter in front of
the fire, head to foot.  Russ massaged her feet and pink wrinkle.  Tina
fondled his balls.  The casual intimacy was not particularly foreplay. 
They just had trouble keeping their hands off each other.

   "What about we go back to the mall today and shop for slutty clothes?"
She suggested.

   "I assume you'll be trying a lot of stuff on?"

   She replied, "Yes, I think I'm going to be very difficult to please."

   *****

   They returned to the same mall.  The Macy's was open for business this
time.  On the way in they passed the same sitting area where the young
guard had watched them hours before.  They went to the lingerie department.
It had a dressing room with a 'husbands' seating area just inside.  A
hallway led away from the area with individual booths for changing.  At the
end of the hall was a full-length mirror.  Tina picked out a few very
revealing items and went in first.  Russ followed a couple of minutes
later. There were four seats with two occupied.

   "I see I'm not the only one who got dragged away from football this
afternoon," he said collegially.

   "My wife pulled me out when the score was tied.  I've tried to get the
game on my phone, but no bars!  Damn store must block 'em."

   The second man joined in, "I could make a list a mile long of things to
do and this wouldn't be on it!"

   Tina came out of her booth and walked over to the mirror.  She was
wearing see-through lace bra and a string thong.  Her lovely butt was
entirely visible.

   Russ whispered, "God damn, would you look at that!"

   "Holy shit!" The first guy said.

   "I wish my wife's ass looked like that," the second one commented.

   Tina could see their reactions in the mirror.  She flushed with
excitement.  She twisted and turned as though she was evaluating the fit,
which showed off her trim muscular body quite well.  She then turned and
walked back to her booth.  The men all looked elsewhere, as though they
hadn't seen her.

   "Glad her man wasn't here," one of the guys said.  The other two nodded.

   Another woman came out, carrying several items.  She evidently wasn't
attached to anyone seated.  Soon-after Tina came out in panties that
covered some of her butt, but she was topless.

   "Jesus on a stick," one of the guys said softly.

   The other guy added, "Jesus got nothing to do with that body!"

   She turned to one side and then the other and 'looked' at the fit of the
panties in the mirror.  She enjoyed seeing the men's googly eyes.  She
reached down and slipped the panties off.  Then turned slowly to face the
men, holding the pair of panties in her hand, and pretending to read the
label.  She was careful to hold them high enough not to restrict their
view. She stood still for over a minute.  Russ smiled at her control.  The
other two men seemed to be holding their breath.

   Tina stamped her foot in 'frustration.' Her breasts jerked and swayed
with the motion.  After turning back to face the mirror with her legs
widely separated, she bent over at the waist.  This exposed her pussy lips
peeking out between her thighs.  After hesitating for about fifteen
seconds, she pulled the panties back on.  Then she waved her hand towards
the men and marched back to her booth.

   "What the fuck?  Did she just wave at us?" Said one of the guys.

   "I think she wants us to look," said the other.

   "I think you're right," said Russ.

   Tina came back out in the thong with no top.  She stood with her back to
the men and swayed to unheard music.

   "Christ almighty.  She has a perfect ass," one said.

   The other suggested, "She is a tall drink of water.  She's a '10.'"

   Tina clasped her hands above her head and swiveled slowly in a circle.
She kept her eyes closed, so she could pretend she didn't see them.  Her
breasts were moving with the sway of her hips.  All three observers were
mesmerized.  The only part of her anatomy hidden from view was her pink
wrinkle, which was barely covered by the thin cloth.  She circled leisurely
around twice more and then walked back in her booth.

   "I can't believe what I'm seeing," one guy babbled.  "Fucking Venus de
Milo...  with arms and no skirt!"

   "Ain't a single one of my friends gonna believe this," the other said.

   Two women came out almost simultaneously, and the two guys stood up.

   "Don't spoil it for me...  OK?  Keep your mouths shut until later." Russ
urged.

   He got two thumbs up.  When they were gone, he walked back to Tina's
changing room.  She was naked.  He pulled his phone out and played the
recording of the guys' conversation.

   "Hearing them objectify me is so hot!  I really was lighting them up,"
she said.

   "Sitting there with them, while you played with 'em, gave me an
erection. It was definitely hot."

   Several women had come in and were using other booths.  Russ peaked out
and saw three men sitting at the other end of the hallway.

   "You have a new audience.  You want to do it again?" He asked.

   She stood up and embraced him.  She had one hand on the back of his head
and the other on the head of his hidden cock.

   "What I want is for you to get naked and fuck me right now," she
whispered demandingly.

   His clothes were discarded quickly.  Tina turned away from him and bent
over to put her hands on the small bench.  Knowing she would be wet, he
slid his head through her lips.  Then pushed his way down the tunnel.  They
started slowly and listened to the conversation among the couples... 
mundane, unaware.  It seemed even more erotic than fucking on the stage
last night.  A half-inch of laminated plywood separated their intimacy from
a woman completely focused on clothing options.  Men were talking about
football, while they were fucking...  right there.

   Lust and sexual tension began building.  Their pace increased.  The
contact between the two began making a familiar sound.  After five minutes,
the lovemaking sounds were clearly audible...  certainly to the woman 'next
door.'

   "What are you doing in there?" a female voice inquired.

   "Trying on clothes...  same as you," Tina replied.

   "Is there someone in there with you?"

   "I am enjoying my man's opinion and company.  What's it to you?" Tina
fired back.

   "Roger, I think these people are having sex in the changing room," the
same female voice said loudly.

   There was a pause.  Then a male voice, presumably Roger, said, "It does
sound like it Rose.  What do you want me to do about it?"

   "Get security.  No, wait.  Make sure and then report them."

   Roger strolled down outside Tina's booth and asked, "Are y'all up to a
little hanky-panky?"

   Tina unlocked the stall door and pulled it open.  "You tell me!  See for
yourself."

   Russ smiled at the man, as he pounded even harder into Tina.

   "They are having sex, Rose.  Do you wanna watch too?"

   The casualness of Roger's inquiry sent Tina over.  Her shuddering orgasm
pulled Russ along with her.  He groaned in pleasure as he emptied his
balls.

   "That was great," Roger said to them.  That's some badass shit to be
able to do that here.  You guys are awesome."

   He then closed their door and told his wife she should have watched too.
Russ and Tina dressed and departed.

   "That's one to check off the list.  The look on Roger's face when the
door opened..."

   "I knew right away; he was gonna be 'cool' about it." Russ interrupted.

   "When he asked his wife if she wanted to 'watch too,' I had to cum.  It
was just too scrumptious." Tina laughed.  "Just too much!"

   "Do you still want to go out to a couple of clubs tonight?"

   Tina smiled.  "Let's get another check on the list.  I've got the
perfect short dress...  and boots.  That's it!  No bra; No panties.  But I
gotta wear my high heel boots."

   "Maybe if I'm lucky at some point during the evening, that will be all
you have on!" Russ teased...  "just high heel boots and a smile!"

   "That would be lucky for us both," she giggled.

   *****

   They had dinner at his house and went out around 10:00 PM.  Their target
was a roadhouse outside of town.  They occasionally had wet t-shirt
contests and it was always a rowdy crowd.  The other thing that made it a
good location was security.  They were present in force, but only
intervened when a fight broke out.  When they arrived, the place was
rockin'.

   Russ went in first and took a seat at the bar.  Tina followed closely
behind but gave the appearance they weren't together.  She sat a seat away
from Russ with two empty seats to her right.  Beyond that were three guys
standing, knocking shots back.  She ordered a pale ale and turned towards
the three men.  Her dress was mid-thigh and other than her boots it was all
she was wearing.  All three men looked over at her and nodded.

   Tina placed her right foot on the empty barstool leg brace next to her
and separated her legs.  The hem of the dress slid down her thigh, exposing
her cooch.  One of the men noticed and walked over to her.  The other two
followed and gathered in a small semicircle.  Russ stood and took a step
closer.  He was unobtrusive, but ready to act if necessary.

   All six eyes were riveted between her legs.  She casually pulled the hem
up around her waist.  Tina had shaved all hair from the area.  The
curvature of her mons pubis led the eye to her vulva.  Their looks of
wanton lust were a thrill for Tina.  She would have been willing to let
them stare as long as they wanted.  Unfortunately, one of them got
possessive and put a hand on her shoulder.  The one who had seen her first
took offense and clocked his friend with a right-cross, which landed on his
chin.  When he went down, he grabbed the strap to the dress.

   Tina stepped back, as the top of her dress was ripped off.  Her breasts,
free of their cloth restraints, bobbed freely.  Russ stepped forward,
standing right behind Tina.  The third friend grabbed the puncher to
restrain him.  Tina surreptitiously pulled the strap off her other shoulder
and allowed the dress to fall to the floor.  She stepped out of it and
pushed it behind her.  The bouncers arrived.

   The guy restraining his friend spoke up, "It's over, disagreement
between friends!  It's finished now."

   One of the giant bouncers pulled the guy on the floor to a standing
position with one hand.  Holding the drunk by the collar, he turned to
Tina. "Are you alright Ma'am?"

   Tina was bathing in the attention from the patrons observing the
kerfuffle.  There was a general buzz of conversation and lots of pointing
at the 'naked lady.' She stood tall, with her head up, and her hands by her
side.

   "I'm fine.  My dress has been destroyed.  But I'm good," she replied.

   The clear-headed guy said, "We're sorry this happened, and we'll be
happy to pay for the lady's dress."

   A waiter appeared with a tablecloth in hand.  "Ma'am, here's something
to cover up with."

   "No thank you," she replied.

   "I'm sorry.  I know this wasn't your fault.  But unless you've got
something else to wear, we have to ask you to leave." The bouncer said, but
his eyes were scanning her body.

   The three friends were behind the bouncer and engaging in an animated
discussion.

   "We've got $232 dollars.  Will that cover the cost of the dress?"

   "I suppose," Tina said.  Then stepped forward to accept the money.

   Russ had pushed the dress further up under the bar.  He stepped forward.

   "I'll walk the lady out to her car."

   The bouncer looked to Tina for approval, and she nodded 'yes.' Russ
handed her his cowboy hat, which she pulled down low on her forehead.  As
they started to walk out, a young man asked for Tina's autograph.  That was
the crack in the dam.  A long line of men and women asked for her
autograph. She signed napkins, T-shirts, arms and legs, and even one
woman's chest...  'Lady Godiva.' Some posed with her for pictures.  Tina
made sure her facial features were always partially concealed.  It took
them fifteen minutes to get back outside.

   "Let's go back to my place and work off some of this sexual tension,"
Tina suggested.

   "I did say we would be 'lucky' if all you ended up wearing was your
boots.  I didn't think it would happen, but I do indeed feel LUCKY!" Russ
said excitedly.

   "Box number two checked, and I made $233!" She laughed.

   *****

   It took several weeks for their schedules to line up again.  During that
time Tina contacted a private art school in town.  Posing as a potential
client, she asked specifically about male and female erotica.  She was put
through to the owner.

   "Hello, Ms.  Westfall, this is George Martindale, I'm the owner.  Judy
tells me you're interested in erotic art."

   "Yes, I have studied art and sketched nude models.  I'm specifically
interested in learning more about sketching erotically involved couples."

   "I'm glad you called.  We're putting together a group with similar
interests, and we have contracted with a professor from the University to
teach the course in the evening.  We currently have about a dozen students
who have paid the deposit.  We intend to start in the near future.  The
models will be carefully selected."

   "I'm extremely interested.  What about my privacy?" She asked.

   "Along with a deposit, all enrollees will be required to execute a
non-disclosure agreement.  That will protect the students, the models, and
my company."

   Russ took over and contacted Mr.  Martindale with an offer of services.
When informed that there would be no modeling fee, Martindale immediately
asked for photos.  Russ emailed him full frontal nude shots, minus the
head, and photos from the rear.  Martindale called him right back...  they
were in.

   The class started two weeks later.  It was scheduled for three hours on
three consecutive Tuesday evenings.  That coordinated well with Tina's
schedule, but Russ had to take some time off.  Before they went for the
first session, they carefully groomed each other.  The university professor
who would be teaching had asked them to not wear any restrictive clothing
for twenty-four hours prior to the class.  This would insure there were no
red lines from bra straps or waist bands.  Tina asked him if they would be
expected to have intercourse and he responded, 'not planned, but if you're
willing, we can play it by ear.'

   The first class was erotic but a little tedious also.  They were posed
and remained still for long periods of time.  They were naked but weren't
always touching.  Russ initially found it unnerving to have more than a
dozen men and women staring at him and drawing.  He adjusted quickly after
a few minutes.  During the evening, they were posed in a variety of ways.
Which included Russ embracing Tina from behind, Tina embracing Russ from
behind, Tina kneeling in front of a seated Russ massaging his feet, and
Russ laying on the floor with Tina standing over him (her foot on his
junk). The last one was the only pose that turned Russ on.  Tina kept
scrunching her toes to stimulate his cock.  He leaked a bit of pre-cum.

   All the poses were structured precisely by the professor.  He would
adjust posture or move a limb an inch or two.  Tina, of course, loved it.
They made love when they got back home and agreed the modeling had been
somewhat tiresome.  The next day Russ got a call from the professor who
asked if he would be willing to have an erection for part of the next
class. He said 'sure' and quickly called Tina.

   "He called me a few minutes ago and asked if I would be OK with
cunnilingus.  I asked him, 'what woman wouldn't.' Looks like the second
session is going to be a lot more interesting than the first." Tina
replied.

   In the second class, Tina was posed reclining on the lounger.  Russ was
between her legs, providing oral favors.  The professor orchestrated where
arms and legs would be.  He wanted Russ to have his left leg straight and
the right pulled up.  This added 'interest' to his 'derriere' by spreading
his cheeks slightly.  They both began to think the professor might be gay.
Tina's left leg was draped on the arm rest with her right running straight
out and parallel to Russ left side.  Russ was allowed to feast at Tina's
lunch box sporadically.  But for long periods of time, he had to keep his
head up, facing Tina's pink wrinkle without blocking the view.  It gave him
a neck ache.  Students moved on all sides and those who were sketching only
a portion of the scene leaned in quite closely at times.  Tina certainly
enjoyed Russ's lip play.  His tongue knew all the right places to
stimulate. But it was exquisite to have a complete stranger's face a foot
or so away, scrutinizing minute details of your privates.

   Just before the halfway break, the professor asked Tina if Russ could
bring Tina to climax.  She nodded and he began using his tongue and lips in
earnest.  Tina built her sexual tension by keeping her eyes open and
watching the class staring at their oral lovemaking.  All the students held
their sketch pads and stood in a circle around them.  The group's gawking
and glaring infused Tina with sensual energy that built her carnal desire.
When the big 'O' arrived, she wrapped her legs around Russ's back, pinched
her nipples, threw back her head, and moaned loud and long.  There was soft
'golf' applause when she finished.

   At the break, the professor explained he wanted the students to have the
opportunity to sketch Russ's penis in all stages of erection.  It would
require stimulation from Tina spread out over the remaining hour of the
class.  He even had a diagram he had drawn that was an accurate
representation of Russ's cock...  flaccid, initial arousal, engorged,
parallel to the floor, fully erect, and ejaculation.

   Talking with Tina, "Your job is to 'encourage' your partner to 'initial
arousal' and maintain that, then help him to reach 'engorged.' Keep him at
a particular stage, allowing time for the students to draw the penis as it
changes," he explained.

   "So basically, I'm going to cock tease him for an hour and then let him
cum," she summarized.

   "Yes, that is a somewhat vulgar but accurate summary of my request," he
said with minor distain and walked away.

   "Definitely gay," Russ said after the professor left.

   "Definitely," Tina responded.  "But a damn good drawing of your cock. 
I'm going to keep this to masturbate with."

   After the students returned from the break, the professor explained the
assignment of capturing the various states of male arousal.  He encouraged
them to sketch quickly and add the detail later, since an erection was a
'transient' state.  Russ posed with his hands on his hips demonstrating
flaccid.  He had no trouble remaining in that state.  While he was
comfortable sharing the stares of the students with Tina, he found being
alone and the center of scrutiny a bit intimidating.

   After five minutes, the professor caught Tina's eye and nodded.  She
moved up behind Russ and put her hand on his shoulder.  After leaning in,
she whispered in his ear, 'Ya ready big boy?' Then slowly dragged a finger
from her other hand between his butt cheeks.  His cock stirred and filled
out.  His scrotum tightened slightly.  He was aware that many of the
students had leaned forward a bit.  Tina moved aside and waited.  He could
see her, and she smiled.  Over the next five minutes she maintained the
status quo, by occasionally walking behind him running a finger on his butt
or in the crack.

   The professor signaled a move up the scale.  Tina had brought a small
tube of lubricant, which she had been warming in the palm of her hand.  She
walked behind Russ and whispered to him to widen his stance.  He moved his
feet a little further apart.  Russ's body blocked the students view of
Tina. She lubed her index finger and slid it between his glutes.  Finding
his balloon knot, she rubbed it gently for a few seconds, then returned to
her seat.  Russ's cock was now significantly larger and had lifted off his
balls.  He blushed at how easily she had made that happen.  Later, Tina
used more pressure and a small amount of penetration to push Russ up to
'parallel' to the floor.

   When the professor wanted a full erection, Tina grabbed a cushion off
the lounger and knelt on it, sitting on her feet, in front of Russ.  She
left her hands by her side and simply opened her mouth.  Russ 'docked'
without using his hands and slowly began rocking.  As his cock grew to
vertical, Tina's butt rose off her feet till her thighs were parallel to
Russ's.  He fucked her face until he was close to orgasm and then withdrew.
Tina dropped back, butt on feet, allowing the students to see Russ's cock
in full glory.  It was wet with pre-cum and saliva, which shined in the
lights.  He had come really close, and his cock jerked with his heartbeat.

   After several minutes his pole began to flag.  Tina rose and pulled him
down her throat.  In thirty seconds, he was rock hard again and she slumped
back out of sight.  This time when she pulled off there was a long string
of pre-cum that stretched between her tongue and his cock-tip.  When it
broke, less than half went to Tina.  The longer part hung off his cock,
sparkling in the lighting as it swung in a rapid circle.

   The professor allowed Tina to keep him hard and unsatisfied for a period
of time that Russ estimated to be 'seven hours and forty-three minutes.'
The clock told a different story.  Thirty-four minutes after achieving an
erection, Russ was allowed to cum.  As requested by their 'director,' Tina
laid back, out of the line of sight.  Russ unashamedly used her as a
target. As what became known to the two of them as the 'never-ending
firehose cumshot,' Russ unleased shot after shot of camel toe jam.  He
spared no part of the front of her body from forehead to toes.  When it
finally ended and the last drop dropped, there was complete silence from
the spectators.  Then the sounds of more than a dozen pencils scrawling
across paper filled the room with scratchy whispers.

   The third class was not proceeded by any directorial phone calls.  They
showed up and were undressing when a knock sounded on the door.  Tina
opened the door topless in her panties.  The professor asked if he might
'come in.' She opened the door.  Russ looked up and greeted him, as he
pulled off his briefs.

   "You are both naturals as models.  The last time I did this they used
sex workers who hadn't even met until the first class.  I spent most of my
time 'directing' them.  Because of your openness and genuineness, I have
been able to focus on the students, as they draw.  I have polled the class
and they are very interested in trying to draw sexual intercourse.  I want
to be sure that's OK with you both.

   "Sure, we'd love to," Tina answered for both.

   "Excellent!  It would be nice if the students had the opportunity to
sketch a variety of coital positions.  But you two do what you want.  I
plan to select some of the best drawings from each student and send you a
photocopy.  Enjoy yourselves and I hope to have the opportunity to work
with you again at some point." He shook both their hands and left.

   Tina and Russ decided to speak to each of the students before the class
began.  They debated whether to wear robes.  Since they had always been
nude in the class, they decided to remain so.  As they briefly chatted with
the students, they received many thanks for their willingness to be 'real'
and 'natural.' One older woman with a very good facelift and 'casual'
clothing that reeked of money, pressed a card into Tina's hand.

   "My husband and I host a Valentine's Day party every year that's rather
risqué.  The servers are topless with thong bottoms.  Guests wear revealing
costumes.  Last year we had male and female exotic dancers.  I would like
you to consider being the entertainment this year.  Hubby would love it. 
We have a summer home over in Tampa on Davis Island.  We would be willing
to pay you handsomely.  Please tell me you'll think about," she urged.

   "We would perform together...  not with the guests?" Tina asked.

   "Absolutely, this is a party, not a swinger's club.  We hire a security
company to keep everything under control.  You two talk and let me know.  I
hope you'll say yes.  Call me with any questions, please!"

   Russ knew by the question Tina asked that she was interested.  As they
walked away, he also realized she would want to do it.

   "So might this be a substitute for 'Eros in Vivo' in Vegas?" He asked.

   "Tampa is a lot closer, and the money is probably better," she
responded. "Let's talk later.  Right now, it's show time."

   The gallery had placed a king-sized bed in the center of the circle of
easels.  It had no headboard, making the action visible from any angle. 
Russ knelt in the center of the bed.  Tina propped her knees near the edge,
spread her legs and began fingering herself.  She stayed balanced on the
free hand and took Russ's semi-erect tool in her mouth.  When Russ was
hard, she had him lay on his back.  She inserted her pussy-wet finger in
his ass and began a prostate massage.  In five minutes, he was drooling
pre-cum, and they switched to a '69' position with her on top.  As she
lowered her lips around his rod, slippery with pre-cum, she kept her head
up to watch the reaction of her audience.  They did not disappoint...  all
eyes were riveted on her as Russ's man-meat slid in her throat.

   While they had generally agreed on the sequence of positions, Russ had
ceded control to Tina.  She was making the decisions about how long to stay
with each sexual activity.  It was a dance and Tina was leading.  If he got
close to orgasm, he would let her know.  He focused on ringing her bell
with his tongue.  And he must have gotten her close, because after five
minutes she abruptly moved to the next position.  She rolled off Russ and
he got off the bed.  Tina moved her butt close to the edge and pulled her
legs back.  Russ moved in and grasped a hand on each ankle.  He spread her
apart and drove his cock down the chute...  balls deep.  They were not
having sex now, certainly not making 'love.' They were fucking...  loudly
and energetically.  After ten minutes on an unseen signal, Russ withdrew.
Tina rolled over and moved to the center of the bed on all fours.  Russ
stepped up on the bed and took her from behind.  Tina lowered the front
part of her body down on the bed, allowing Russ better access.  The fucking
resumed!

   They were grunting and groaning with pleasure and shortness of breath.
Hard fucking takes a lot of energy.  Ten more minutes passed.  While both
were very fit, they had been at it fast and hard for over twenty minutes.
Tina had closed her eyes, the stares and lust emanating from the class was
going to give her an orgasm.  She finally reached back and touched Russ on
the hip.  He withdrew.  His cock glistened in the illumination cast by the
lighting focused on the bed.  His hard-on was the definition of 'raging.'
The head was almost purple.  Veins bulged with blood coursing through them.
Pre-cum and Tina's lubrication dripped off it.  She smiled and his
expression softened.  His countenance changed from animalistic lust to
lover.  He returned the smile and winked at her.

   Tina lay on her side and Russ settled in behind her.  They lifted her
top leg and Russ eased his cock into her waiting love tunnel.  They settled
into a slow affectionate pace of lovemaking.  Tina's hands wandered from
her breasts to her clit and even onto Russ's piston, as it slid in and out
in a steady rhythm.  Russ nibbled on her ear and kissed her neck.  When
Tina's hands were lower, Russ would tug on her nipples.  After fifteen
minutes of sensual coasting together, Tina urged Russ to pick up the pace
by lifting her leg up again.  He put his hand out to help keep it elevated
and began bumping booty.  Tina used one hand to stimulate her clitoris and
the other to pinch her nipples.

   As the sexual tension began rising, both started giving voice to their
pleasure.  "Fuck me harder!  Ooh that's it baby," she muttered.

   Tina began clamping her pelvic muscles, squeezing her vagina around
Russ's rod.  "Oh god!  That's wonderful!  Oh, fuck yeah!  I'm going to
cum!" He sighed.

   They had decided beforehand that Tina was better able to control her
orgasm than Russ.  The plan was for Russ to give her about a five second
warning, and she would attempt to cum with him.  They had practiced this
several times and had gotten pretty good at it.  So, with his warning, Tina
stepped up the stimulation on her clit.  A few seconds later Russ pulled
out and fired his first cumshot over her thigh.  The second hit on her
inner thighs.  Tina came with a loud wail.

   "Oh my god....  Ahhhhhhhhh!"

   She ejaculated a large gush of milky fluid, the anticipation of which
was the reason Russ pulled out.  Several artists-to-be gasped in surprise.
Russ immediately wrangled his cum-spitting cock back into Tina and they
finished the final spasms of their orgasms together.  They lay together
quietly as the afterglow of the hour of sex dimmed.

   He whispered to her, "That was the largest squirt I've seen.  It was so
erotic!"

   "It was the largest.  Even bigger than at the mall," she replied.

   The students were quietly working on their sketches under the
professor's guidance.  Russ and Tina lay in each other's arms for another
ten minutes, until they both started getting chilled.  As they got up, the
professor thanked them again and the students gave them a large round of
applause.  They took a bow and headed for the dressing room and its'
shower.

   The following week they got together to review the drawings the
professor had sent them.  The top one in the stack was from the first
class.

   "That's impressive!" Tina commented.  "They made my breasts too big, but
it's really well done."

   "I agree," Russ said.  "It is an excellent drawing and very romantic."

   "This one was from the first night also," she said.

   "Yes, is that your hand on my cock or mine?" he asked.

   "I certainly had my hand on your cock, but I think that's your hand."
She answered.

   "This has a lot of detail...  really well drawn.  They even got the
little sparkles on my big toes," she noticed.

   "That was amazing!  First time you ever put your feet on my nuts... 
really erotic!" He smiled.

   "Aww, another first for us," she laughed.

   "This was the second day.  My neck got so sore from holding that pose,"
he observed.  "I thought the kink would never come out."

   "I loved that scene.  All the students standing around gawking, bending
in close to get a better view.  It was so exciting." She recalled.

   "Well, you sure came hard.  You had my head locked in between your
thighs.  If your orgasm had lasted any longer, I would have passed out from
lack of oxygen!" He insisted.

   "Oh god, I love this drawing...  your cock, my mouth!  Too sexy," she
said breathlessly.

   "This one is really HOT!  It makes me think about how that feels... 
your tongue on the underside teasing me.  You got your masturbation drawing
the second class.  I'm taking this one and having it framed!  He smiled.

   "So, wait...  you're saying we're both going to masturbate to drawings
of your cock!!!"

   "Uh...  point taken.  I really don't need a drawing to remind me of how
your blowjobs feel.  I can conjure up that sensation anytime without a
visual aid.  I'll pick another drawing to get framed." He agreed.

   "And if I'm with you, all you have to do is ask.  I'll suck your cock
anytime, anywhere," she replied.

   "I believe you would.  Yep, most definitely would," he laughed.

   "Ah, this must be the never-ending firehose cumshot!" She guessed.

   "That doesn't even look like me.  But I think you're right It was the
only time I shot off with you not intimately connected." He agreed.

   "You're right about the facial features, but the body and cock are a
good likeness.  And it's certainly doing the firehose act," she teased. 
"That was really fun.  Laying back while you hosed me down.  Makes me
tingle a little bit thinking about it."

   "Well, I am a fireman after all.  I'll hose you down anytime you want,
but unlike you not any place." He observed and they both laughed.

   "These two have both got to be representations of the same thing.  But
look how differently the two artists portrayed it." She said.

   "I was standing at your feet.  But both took some liberties to set the
scene differently.  I like the second one with the full lipped pussy worked
in.  Whoever drew that one sure must like pubic hair.  They drew us both
with full bushes." He observed.

   "I think the first one is more erotic.  Look at the facial expression
given to me...  ecstasy!" She said.  "Guess they don't know if I was that
close, I'd be drinking it."

   "Oh my god!  Look at this one.  Really poor representation of your body,
but the cock looks right." She observed.

   "Isn't that the lady that invited us to be the entertainment at their
Valentine's Day party?" He asked.

   "It certainly looks like her.  I think you're right.  It's a
self-portrait with a little wish thrown in.  It looks like she attached the
body to the penis as an afterthought." Tina replied.

   "Do you want to do the party?" He asked.

   "I do, but only with you.  What I mean is I really want to do it, but I
don't want to put you in a situation you're uncomfortable with." She
answered.

   "You mean uncomfortable like fucking on stage in front of the custodial
staff at the mall or posing naked while people draw stick figures of me? 
Hell, yes I want to do it with you but only you." He replied.

   "Wow!  This one is really cool!" She said.

   "I remember the student with the big, uh, long black hair..."

   "...  and big tits," she interrupted.

   "Oh yeah, I guess she did have big tits too," he grinned.  "What an
interesting idea."

   "And a great representation of your big dick too!" She added.

   "It's nice to see we provided them with inspiration to be creative," he
said.

   "Looks more like lust to me," she smiled.

   "This is definitely the third class.  I was hoping someone would draw
this.  I was so turned on at the idea of all those students seeing this
part of me.  Oh my, it turns me on thinking about that moment." She said.

   "You can't get any more exposed than showing your asshole to a room full
of strangers," he grinned.

   "Oooh, I get wet just thinking about it."

   "I think the artist has some experience with anal sex.  See those pouty
ass lips?  They look ready for penetration, don't they?"

   She replied, "They do indeed.  I've never had anal sex.  Have you?"

   "I have neither given nor received," he replied in a mock solemn tone.

   "Maybe you should try both sometime," she suggested.  To which he did
not reply.

   "I can't believe you did that to me in front of all those people," he
complained.  "And the artist drew my cock too small!"

   "Tell me you didn't love it and I will never do it again," she
responded.

   "Can't say that.  You know I love it.  I think the constant stream of
pre-cum kinda gives that away," he admitted.

   "I love watching your face.  Every time my finger brushes over your
prostate, you get this sublime look of pleasure.  Sometimes it almost looks
like you're having a seizure." She said wistfully.

   "This was a moment...  It's not drawn right.  I had my eyes up.  Every
single student had their eyeballs on me, as I slid my lips down the length
of you," she said.

   "I recall thinking you were going soooo slow.  Now I know why," he
replied.

   "All the women and maybe a couple of the guys, all wished they were me,"
she smiled.

   "It was erotic as hell and I didn't even know about the attention you
were getting," he added.

   Oooo baby, I remember what that felt like," she murmured.

   "And I remember what you were doing on the other end felt rather good
too.  That may have been my favorite part of the three days.  I could only
see what was in front of my face, but I could feel the impact we had on the
room," he added.

   "It was for me too because I knew I was exposed to everyone.  This is
making me wet," she commented.  "Licking me while everyone watched... 
(sigh)."

   "The grand finale!  Must have been drawn by that black woman.  She
certainly gave you a different racial identity." Tina reflected.

   "My god, we were fucking each other's brains out at that point.  Weren't
we?" He asked.

   "We were and loving every minute of it.  One of the best aerobic
workouts around!" She teased.

   "Great aerobics and big orgasms!  What's not to like?" He responded.

   "This was the guy that stood right behind me for the longest time.  It
has to be him," she guessed.

   "I agree.  When he wasn't looking at the point of contact, he was
sketching.  He never made eye contact with me." Russ confirmed.

   "This is a really sensual piece of work.  I can experience it with my
eyes, but it also calls back the sexual pleasure.  So, I can feel it too.
Damn, I really like this one." Tina said.

   "Yes, it's a downstroke.  I know what you mean about 'feeling' it.  See
how he bunched up the skin on my penis.  I can easily bring that sensation
to mind...  pushing my way back into you...  Dat's sum HOT shit!" He said.

   "And he's the only one that got my pubic hair right!" She laughed.

   "Well, he sure looked at it long enough," he added.

   "And that makes the drawing even more erotic.  Don't you think?  I mean
he was so close for so long, he got it right!" She concluded.

   "This is the artist who drew the cunnilingus image on the first day.  He
did a decent job of capturing the afterglow," he said.

   "He made us look older.  But it is well drawn," she agreed.

   "I felt older after all that activity!" He joked.

   "All these sexy drawings haven't made me feel old.  I'm horny.  Let's
get in the bed and relive some of it," she suggested.

   "You got anything in particular, you want revisit?" He asked.

   "Let's start at the beginning and work our way through everything," she
smiled.

   "Ummmm!  Sounds like a good plan," he laughed.  "So, are we gonna do the
Valentine's Day party?

   "Yes, we are!  And that means lots and lots of practice..."