Posing

Your friends from school were never going to believe this. Here you were making drawings of your teacher's nude body. You were drooling over her breasts and ass, and amazed by her cleanly shaved vagina. What an unexpectedly amazing looking body. And all the time you drew, it seemed like she was staring back at just you, smiling.

You are dripping with sweat as you do a few awful drawings. You focus a little bit too much on her breasts and nipples, with the intent of showing your friends at school. This should be a fantasy come true, but it is too perfect, that you feel you need to capture this fleeting experience rather than just live in it.

After a few minutes she announces that it is time for another break, and gets up from her chair, walking into the crowd. They are all quite used to seeing her nude, and all seem perfectly at ease... no one looking like they are sweating and panting like you are. You are the youngest in the class of mostly middle-aged women and a few older men. There are a few college-aged girls that you are trying not to stare at too much though.

Ms Orwin walks amongst the students, stopping to give them each some quick feedback. You gulp as you notice that she is cutting through the group on a direct path to your easel. You see her gracefully flow through the room, watching how all of her muscles work with each other to carry her exposed body softly across the hard floor. Each step of her foot reveals a faint dusty footprint on the cold tile floor. You are worried by how excited you are getting to have her bare body near you again, and are hypnotized by the movement of her breasts...

You squeeze your eyes closed and yell in your head "Good god, this is your high-school teacher... You've got to see her in class with clothes on again for the rest of the year." But your thought is interrupted with a gentle touch on your shoulder, as you open your eyes and see her standing next to you.

"Hi there..." She says casually, running her hand across your upper back to your opposite shoulder. You jump to upright seated posture, as she presses her hips against your shoulder, and turning to face you. You are embarrassed to make eye contact, but as your heart races as you avert your gaze and instead see her crotch only inches away from your face. You start shaking, as you try and fail to act natural.

"Do you have anything to show me?" she asks looking down at you...

You lean forward, fumbling to page through a few quick drawings you did. None of them very good... but she leans forward with you, stepping up with one leg against your back on the easel with you, her groin now pressing into your shoulder. She wraps her arm further around your other shoulder, allowing her to bend over and pressing her breast against your cheek.

"This one is lovely!" she says, putting her hand on yours to stop you from flipping the page.

Her breast slides back and forth against your face, lubricated by the sweat covering her body. You feel the occasional droplet run down her nipple, pausing for a moment on the underside, and then dropping to the floor. Her nipple briefly slides into the corner of your lips as she bends forward to more closely observes your illustration. You mumble something to feel her nipple move between your lips. Your heart is beating incredibly loud, and you are shaking visibly as you find yourself more uncontrollably turning further to your side. You fear the whole class is going to see you blatantly sucking on her breast, but your lust is greater than your fear, and you are slowly and deliberately sliding her wet slippery nipple into the middle of your mouth. You close your eyes and pucker around it.

Your teacher is jolted by this sensation and looks down at you before laughing... "Oh I'm so sorry, look at me shoving my sweaty parts in your face! I sometimes forget how drenched I get holding a pose and sitting under those lamps... and you're one of my high school students still!" she says blushing as she steps off your easel and pats you on the back. "I sometimes get a bit too touchy when I pose nude, and even more when I'm drinking... I just think so highly of you after our incredible session this morning."

"No it's fine, I just..."

"Haven't been critiqued in a class full of adults?" She says of your nervousness... "Don't worry, you've done great, and we are all here to grow. I'm going to give you some hopefully helpful tips, just like in class, OK?".

You laugh internally at her misunderstanding of the mood here. Is she playing dumb on purpose? It feels like she is gaslighting you for some as-of-yet unknown reason. Either way, you nod in approval of her statement, but continue staring blankly into her breasts.

She gestures towards a line on your paper, along the side of her body. Then unexpectedly, she gently grabs your hand and places it on her back, sliding it down past her slippery sweaty ass, as she discusses the shapes in your drawing and how they flow into each other.

*Forgive the sweat please..." Your teacher says blushing, "but consider the slope of this line on my body and how the lighting affects it."

You do your best to keep normal conversation, but your voice keeps cracking as your heart flutters. The teacher and occasionally nearby class members chuckling.

This happens back and forth across many body parts. Notably, she likes to spend a lot of time placing your hands all over different parts of her breasts. She bends one knee, resting it on the easel in front of your crotch, as she spends a great deal of time talking about her breasts and having you inadvertently carresing them all over, as her sweat drips down your hands. You are unable to hide the throbbing of your pants against her knee, but she either isn't noticing it or isn't bothered by it, and holds it there firmly.

It feels awkward how much more time she is spending with you than the rest of the class, but she announces to both you and to them after some time, that this is because it is your first time here drawing her, and your first time doing nude figure drawing.

"OK, just a warning in advance, this next spot is going to be very wet" she says as she then slowly slides one of your hands up her inner thigh, slowing until it just begins pressing against the lips of her warm and crazy-wet vagina. She lets out a small moan, and then apologizes explaining that it is just a normal biological response to get wet when naked in front of a group like this. She continues to shift her weight as she holds your hand there as she then discusses the differences between the lines you drew, and the curves of her actual body. She shudders occasionally as she speaks, a result of any micro-movements of both herself or your hand.

You didn't feel that your drawing even showed enough of this area of her body, to warrant this demonstration... but you were hardly complaining. You cheeks were bright red, and she could no doubt feel you shaking nervously. She held your hand there motionless, as she continued to examine your drawing, making you aware of the sensation of her juices slowly running down your hand.

"Overall, you did a really great job. Thank you!" she says, then whispering "I've got a favor I'd like to ask of you though" as she presses your fingers slightly more forcefully between her legs, accidentally interrupting herself with a small moan. "Can you do something for me?"

You stupidly nod yes, as you are completely wrapped around her finger now. You trust that she is not at all a cruel person, but you also don't believe she has your best interests as her first priority.

She whispers, "It would be a big help if you could tag-team model with me like Jocelyn normally does."

"What, posing at the front?" You ask...

"Yes"

"Can I keep my clothes on?"

"No" she responds tersely... but she reconsiders her response and rephrases. "You were great when you posed earlier Today, and I'll be here naked in the classroom with you still."

She begins rubbing your hand ever so slightly back and forth - barely noticeable at first - as she now bites her lip.

"I need more time to review the work of the other class-members after spending so much time with you." she says before pausing to moan quietly again.

"You would be doing me a big favor, which I won't forget... But I'll also give you extra credit for this at school." She then takes a step back, very slowly removing your hand from between her legs.

Ms Orwin stands confidently nude before you as you stare at her for a moment... but before you can consider, she announces to the class: "Everyone, I'm asking John to pose for our class so that I can continue with the critique. I know we normally only have female bodies here, so can you show him how enthusiastic you would be to draw this young fit male body?" and receives loud uproarious applause and universal encouragement from the students, regardless of age and gender.

She looks back at you and applauds with them, before outstretching a hand to help you out of your chair.