Brunette And A Blonde

The Instructor had Matt turn so that he was facing the four women sitting in a row on one side of the studio. This meant the other three female budding-artists would be making drawings of his backside. All four of the young women in front of him seemed serious, intent on learning their craft. But one, a brunette in a purple tank top and short skirt, had to keep suppressing a smile. Whereas the others would glance up quickly to refresh their mental image of the subject matter, the brunette would cease work to just stare at his cock.

Especially when it was fully erect.

The class lasted for two hours, divided into four twenty-five minute sessions with five-minute breaks in between. Matt was never completely flaccid, but at times his hard-on would subside somewhat. But with the brunette staring so intently as his cock, it frequently returned to its full glory.

The Instructor circled the room, pausing to give advice or criticism to individual students. Her pointing at his groin and commenting on his real-life organ, comparing it to the charcoal renderings the young women were making, was a real turn-on.

By the time the fourth session was completed, Matt was desperately in need of relief. He wasn't certain if it was acceptable for him to speak to the students, and so far he had remained silent. But with the women gathering up their belongings and packing away their art supplies, he was tempted to approach her.