Let me reveal a little secret to you.
I've had this fantasy for a long time.
It all started when I was a fine arts student and took a life drawing class where I used to draw nudes.
I used to fantasize about being the class model. In reality, I'm far too shy to pose naked in front of a crowd of strangers. But in my mind, anything is possible.
I'm not there because I'm desperate for money. I do it because I enjoy being the center of attention. It's a very formal setting. It's nearly silent. The only sound is the rubbing of the pencil leads against the paper. It's teeming with artists. True artists. The formality of the setting makes me feel even more turned on.
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When I arrive for the art class, I don't wear any underwear. I don't just do this to keep the compression lines against my skin hidden from the artists.I do it because wearing no underwear on the way there, taking public transportation, and then walking down the street with the breeze caressing my naked vulva makes me extremely aroused.
I usually arrive about ten minutes before the start of the class. I greet the teacher and students before removing my clothes in the corner.
I put on a robe and sit at the front of the class when I'm naked. The poses I need to do have already been assigned to me by the teacher. Because some are five-minute poses and others are ten-minute poses, the quality and detail of the drawings varies greatly.
I feel another surge of excitement when it comes time to remove my robe. Everyone is staring silently at my naked body. The students are staring at me as they draw me. I can hear the scraping of pencils against the paper.
But it's the sensation of those staring eyes against my nakedness that really gets to me. Because I can't move my body and must remain very still during each pose, I scan the room solely with my eyes. I notice that one guy in the back of the class is staring at me more intently than anyone else. He appears to be very meticulous.
When he looks at me, he has a serious expression on his face. I sense energy in his gaze. It's similar to a Reiki session. I can feel the charged energy of his intense stare against my naked skin even though he isn't touching me. My nipples become hard when he looks at my breasts. My clitoris throbs and my vulva feels warm and wet when he looks at my genitals. I can even feel the moisture on the tops of my thighs. I'm curious if he'll depict this in his drawing.
I'm curious to see what he's drawing because, without a doubt, he's the one who's most interested in my nakedness. He must be quite advanced because the teacher never corrects his sketches like he does for the other students.
I stay naked at the end of the class, after an hour of posing. I want to put off getting dressed as long as possible. The students put their pencils away. I walk around their easels to see what they have created. Some of the drawings are really good. But what's really fascinating is that everyone's perception of my naked body is completely different. It's the same naked body, but there are so many different depictions of it.
Then I get the guy who was staring the most. I can tell he's embarrassed. He can no longer look me in the eyes.
Why is this so?
But when I see his drawings, everything makes sense. He can't draw to save his life. Oh my God. He's awful! He was staring the most, and all he produced was a series of basic squiggles that don't even resemble a person. In fact, his sketches are the worst I've ever seen in an art class. No wonder the teacher is afraid to correct his work. It's unconvertible.
I'm shocked.
How could someone who can't draw come to an art class full of advanced artists? I'm a little perplexed. I'm actually embarrassed for him.
But when I realize he's only come to stare at me, my arousal reaches a fever pitch.