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Life Drawing Class
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My sketch diary was full of drawings of what I had experienced the day before for the past 3 months. Looking them over I became acutely aware that my life was interesting but decidedly dull. Right then and there I decided to either improve my drawing or my love life by signing up for an art class at the college. (Had I known what Life Drawing was I probably would have chickened out?)
The instructor was a real fox as well as an all around nice guy. I felt warm surges between my hungry thighs as he read the class syllabus and anticipated our anxieties about drawing from live models.
I couldn't believe my ears! How ideal. Here I was looking for a little excitement in my life plus learning how to draw better and what happens? I land smack in the middle of a class that sketches bare naked real people posing 6 feet from me on an elevated stage.
I was so turned on, it was all I could do not to masturbate in front of the entire class and fuck the sexy professor as an encore. My face grew hot as he stood with his back to us marking up the white board.
I loved his hard little ass and French accent. It made me crazy with desire and longing.
A few weeks later the entire Life Drawing Class was invited to join the Acting and Drama Class on a trip
to Stratford, Ontario for the purpose of participating in the Shakespearean Fall Festival. By that time I had settled down and was being a good little student who concentrated on art except when I wanted to relieve myself late at night and found myself pretending it was the professor or some other hunk in the class.
The first night of the festival I was seated at dinner next to a nice looking lanky young man from the drama department.
He was crazy and I was flattered and amused by his constant talk and attention. After dessert we left together to continue the night in the hotel lobby.
Others soon joined us and a good time was had by all. As the night became lubricated with drink we danced with the others in the lobby. I noticed on the slow songs he could barely keep his hands from wandering across the curves below my waist. Not that I really wanted him to but I told myself that I needed to act like an adult -not some hair brained blond floozy.
When we parted for the night he bowed and gallantly kissed my hand. My heart sunk as I reluctantly left for the room that I was sharing with 2 other older students. I could hear the kids still partying down stairs but comforted myself with memories of the good time that had transpired earlier. Pretending my irresistible friend was cuddling me close, I called it a night and resigned myself to taking 2 melatonins and getting some sleep.
The following night at the theater I found myself sitting next to last nights "date" who had cleverly arranged with my professor to switch seats.
We joyfully resumed last nights rapport. He quizzed me endlessly on why I liked the Life Drawing Class and when the lights went down he gradually slipped his long fat fingers up my leg and under my skirt to gently explore the juiciness of my portal lips.
I was wild with passion and put my soft cashmere wrap in his lap to hold while I cautiously unzipped his pants and brought him to where I was headed. No one suspected a thing, even when we yelped during the last loud dramatic act in the play. That night I slept soundly and wondered if I would ever see my sensuous lover again.
The next day I speculated over what might have happened to my sweet friend but could not fathom a guess. In my heart I wished him well and soon forgot about him after concluding we must have simply been 2 ships who passed in the moonlight.
The night our classes resumed. I was flabbergasted when my hunky baby walked on stage and was presented as our newest Life Drawing Model. He removed his robe and my heart stood still at the sight of his incredible body that I sensed would soon be sharing my bed.
After class he caught up with me in the parking lot and asked if I would join him for coffee. It was fun re-living our weekend at Stratford and we had a lot of laughs.
Before parting we agreed to work on our drawing skills by posing for each other at my studio after hours.
He walked me back to my car and stuck his thick tongue in my mouth and said:
"Now! I need to fuck you now! Babe don't leave me like this...."
I sat him down in the passenger seat and sucked him off like he had never known before. He said so too and that I was wonderful. I think he meant it. To show his gratitude he lifted my skirt and buried his face between my throbbing thighs and took me to heaven and back - over and over again until I found peace.
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