If you’ve read my Journal
you will know that I’m not a very big person (well, the features that you can
see when I’ve got some clothes on) and that my face is quite young looking.
Just before Christmas 2000 I’d lost my part-time job as a hairdresser when the
building that the salon was in caught fire. Just after Christmas 2000 Jon
decided that I would go back to school. At first I was a bit horrified that he
wanted me to spend days sitting through boring lessons, but after a couple of
minutes of explanation I started looking forward to it.
Jon took me to a
comprehensive school at the other side of town and I signed-up for Computer
Literacy Course. He said that it was time that I learned a bit more about PCs.
The next night he took me to a college and into an Art Class. When I saw all the
students sketching a bunch of flowers that was on a desk in the middle of the
room I got a little worried and excited. I tried to tell Jon that I was a
hopeless artist, but he wouldn’t listen to me.
A couple of minutes later the
teacher came into the classroom and over to us. Jon asked if he was still
looking for a life model. At first I didn’t twig but as the teacher looked me
up and down I realised that Jon wanted me to pose for the class. I got all
excited thinking 'wow, legitimate flashing’. Without even talking to me Jon
and the teacher agreed that I’d pose for the class on each Monday evening for
the next 4 weeks.
This is what happened at the
classes – well the interesting bits.
I was just starting to put
some clothes on to go to my first evening class when Jon told me to wear a
blouse and skirt. The blouse he told me to wear was quite baggy and he told me
not to fasten the top 3 buttons. This meant that the highest button that was
fastened was right in the middle of my boobs. As soon as Jon told me that I
realised that he wanted me to let the teacher see inside my blouse. I didn’t
need telling twice; in fact I was looking forward to it. I made sure that the
blouse wasn’t tucked into my skirt much so that it only needed me to lean
forward a little for there to be a gaping hole for him to see in when he stood
next to me.
I put a coat on and drove
Jon’s car to the school.
When I got there and found
the right classroom, 4 other people were already sat in front of PCs talking to
each other. As I walked in they all smiled at me and 2 said, “Hi.” When I
took my coat off one of the older men’s eyes opened wide when he saw my micro
skirt. I smiled at him and asked if I could sit at any of the desks. After a
slight pause he said ‘yes’ so I chose a desk on the side of an aisle so that
the teacher would be stood to my left. I sat not too close to the desk so that I
had to lean forward a bit. Sat like that also meant that a lot of my thighs
would be showing and perhaps a bit of my bald pubis too, especially as I never
cross my legs.
Another 5 or 6 people came in
and then the teacher. He was a bald, middle-aged man, married man; well he was
wearing a wedding ring. After the introductions the teacher got us to switch the
PCs on and then told us how to run a program that showed us all about the
different bits of a PC. I pretended that I had never used a PC before and that I
couldn’t find the buttons that he was telling us to click on. After he tried
to describe where I should be looking and me saying that I couldn’t see it, he
finally came over to show me.
Poor man, he just about
stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my skirt and legs. I saw him blush a
little as he stood beside me and pointed to the button on the screen. As he
walked back to the front, he turned and looked back to me for a second before
continuing with his lesson.
After about 10 minutes I
couldn’t find another button. This time the man didn’t bother to describe
where it was, he came and stood beside me and pointed it out.
This happened another couple
of times and then just before the end of the lesson I needed his help again.
This time he came and stood in front of my desk and leaned over my PC monitor to
show me where something was. As he leaned forward I could see that his eyes were
looking straight up my skirt.
The
second lesson.
When I arrived the next week
I was a little late and there was only one PC free. That was in the middle of
the front row. I’d just got myself organised when the teacher came in. It
wasn’t the same man. The new man (Peter Johnson) is about my age and looks a
bit of a geek.
After he’d introduced
himself he told us that the previous teacher was unwell and that he would be
taking over the class. When we did the round introducing ourselves, the teacher
stared at me for quite a while before moving on to the next person. That made me
a bit uncomfortable, but not enough for me to think about the fun I could have.
As the others were introducing themselves I was thinking about my friend Debbie
and the fun that she used to have at school.
This teacher tends to go off
the subject a bit and rabbit on about things that don’t seem relevant to what
we’re doing. It was during about his third trip into technophobic whatever
that I decided to try to bring him back to earth. Up until then I’d been sat
with my knees tightly together and been concentrating on the lesson, but I was
getting bored listening to irrelevant gobbledegook so I let my knees part.
Peter was walking back and
forth across the front of the room and so deep into his little story that it
took ages for him realise what he was missing. He kept looking down at the
floor, but never towards me. Eventually he did look over towards me. He stooped
mid sentence, went bright red, then carried on talking. He stared at my legs,
and up my skirt, for a few seconds then looked me in the eye. I just smiled at
him.
The poor man just seemed to
lose it from that point in the lesson. He kept sneaking glances at my legs and
pussy, but he looked as if he was a naughty schoolboy doing something that he
shouldn’t. Even though he went to help other students with problems, he
wouldn’t come near me. Each time I asked him a question he stayed at the front
and explained in great detail what I should be doing.
At the end of the lesson he
was gone before anyone else. I overheard a couple of the students talking as
they went out, one was saying that the teacher was cute and shy.
The
third lesson.
I’d enjoyed my little game
with the ‘new’ teacher the previous week and wanted to continue it so I
arrived early to make sure that I got the same PC. I was a little surprised to
find that not only was the teacher already there, but that he’d put a chair in
the middle of the front of the class. I was looking at it when Peter said
‘good evening’, and explained that he’d had an accident and hurt a leg. He
was going to use the chair so that he didn’t have as far to walk.
‘Oh yeah’ I thought, but
didn’t say anything. It could turn out better than planned.
The rest of the students
arrived and the class got started. Yes, some (most) of the men were ogling my
ultra short skirt and low cut, lose top, and some of the women were giving me
dirty looks; but I’m used to that. My only interests that night were learning
a bit more about PCs, and having some fun with the teacher.
Peter explained the chair to
everyone and was limping about. After about 10 minutes he sat on the chair and
kept talking. After a while he gave us an exercise to do and as I started it I
looked up and saw where he was looking.
My knees had been closed up
until then, but as soon as I saw him looking they opened. Not a lot at first,
but as he kept looking, my knees kept opening until they were about a foot
apart.
I got on with the exercise
but kept looking up whenever no one was asking him a question. He certainly
wasn’t as shy as he’d been the previous week.
Someone at the back asked him
another question and he had to go and show them something. As he got up and
walked passed me I couldn’t help noticing that not only wasn’t he limping,
he didn’t have a limp dick either, there was quite a bulge in the front tight
of his jeans. It looked quite painful.
By then I’d realised that
he had found his confidence and was out to enjoy himself as much as I was. I was
as excited as his bulge told me he was and I could feel my juices seeping out of
me. Just flashing him wasn’t enough, especially as he was blatantly staring at
my pussy and little gold rings.
I wanted to see how far I
could go before he got embarrassed again. I shuffled my chair right under the
desk. If I’d had a longer skirt on it would have risen up. As it was my bare
backside was on the wooden chair. I let my left hand drop onto my leg whenever
it wasn’t needed on the keyboard. Every so often I’d reach down and pull one
of my rings or flick my clit.
The first time I did it Peter
did a double take. The second time his head moved down towards me a bit.
After I finished the exercise
there was a gap while some of the slower students caught up. I used that time to
‘toy’ with my clit and rings. I wasn’t actually frigging, but close to it.
Peter was mesmerised and
missed a couple of questions. One of the old men had to repeat himself louder,
to get Peter to snap out of his trance.
The lesson went on in a
similar way and I was finding it difficult trying to type with my right hand
whilst playing with my clit with my left hand. It’s not the actual typing,
it’s concentrating enough to know what to type.
By the time the lesson was
nearly over I was getting close to cumming. There was no way that I wanted to
leave without actually cumming in front of the teacher so when Peter said that
there was just one more little thing to do before we all went home, I went for
it.
Just after Peter had finished
telling everyone what he wanted them to do, I came. I shut my eyes, squeezed my
mouth lips shut, and went over the edge. Somehow I managed to keep quiet and I
don’t think that anyone realised what was happening – other than Peter. When
I opened my eyes and looked at him his eyes were locked on my pussy.
When I coughed a bit he
looked up at my face. I smiled and he went bright red.
At the end of the lesson
Peter asked me to stop back for a minute. As I waited for everyone else to leave
I was wondering if he was going to try and hit on me. In a way he did, he asked
me if I’d go for a drink with him. I lied and told him that my husband was
waiting outside for me.
The next couple of weeks were
very similar to the third week. Peter kept sitting on the chair in front of me,
but his walking limp had gone. I kept teasing him.
If anything different happens
Jon has told me to write about it.
I was very nervous as I drove
to the college. Earlier that afternoon I spent ages trying to decide what I
should wear. In the end I came to my senses and remembered that no one was
interested in what I was wearing going to the class. I put on a simple cotton
mini dress and shoes.
I was still nervous as I
walked down the corridor to the classroom. It wasn’t just nervousness, it was
excited nervousness.
When I walked in the
classroom everyone stopped talking and looked at me. After a pregnant pause the
teacher came over to me, said ‘Hi’ and asked me if I’d posed before. When
I told him that I hadn’t he told me that there was nothing to be nervous
about, and asked me if I wanted a cup of coffee.
I told him that I was okay,
that coffee made me want to pee and that I didn’t want to have to go right in
the middle of the session. He smiled and asked if I was ready to get started. I
said that I was and asked what I had to do.
The teacher then called for
silence and told every one who I was and started telling them how they had to
sketch me.
While he was doing that I
looked round. There were about 20 people in there. Men and women of all ages
from about 18 to 80. Some of them smiled at me and said hello while others just
kept quiet.
The teacher then told me to
go behind the screen in the corner, take my clothes off, put my robe on and come
back. He said that he’s put me in the pose that he wanted when I got back. He
just said “Oh, okay!” when I told him that I didn’t have a robe.
When you’ve only got a
dress and shoes to take off it doesn’t take long and I was back within
seconds. As I walked back I looked around and saw a couple of the men looking at
me. One was a young man about 20. He didn’t look as if he was only there for
the art. His look brought that familiar tingle and dampness to my pussy.
“That was quick” he said
and pointed to a big table in the middle of the room. He asked me to climb on
and then he told me how to do the pose. I had to sit on the table with one leg
bent at the knee and the other straight out. He told me to keep my knees nearly
together, but I let them drift to about 6 inches apart. One hand was on the
table behind me, whilst the other was on my thigh. I had to look up into the top
corner of the room.
Once the teacher was happy
with my pose he called all the students over and started telling and showing
then which parts of my body he wanted them to concentrate on. One part was my
breasts. As he said that my nipples went even harder than they already were.
There were 20 people stood
all around me looking down on my naked body. Some were stood at my feet and
I’m sure that they could see my juices leaking out of my pussy. One woman
whispered to another next to her, but she wasn’t quiet enough. I think that
most of the people in there heard her say, “I’ve never seen a woman with
rings down there before.”
Eventually they all went back
to their places and started drawing.
It was hard keeping still all
that time, but at the same time I was enjoying it.
After what seemed like an
eternity the teacher came to the front and told me to have a 10 minute break. I
was grateful for that and climbed down off the table. The teacher said that
normally the models put their robes on for the break, and offered me his jacket.
I thanked him and told him that I was all right as I was.
Most of the students kept
drawing but the young man came up to me and started chatting. As he was talking
his eyes were everywhere but my eyes. It was nice (and a bit exciting) being
chatted-up while I was naked and he wasn’t, but I wanted to see how the
drawing were getting on. I excused myself and wandered round looking at the
different drawings of me.
Some were quite good, I even
thought about asking what would happen to them after the lesson.
It was funny the way some of
the students just totally ignored me and got on with their work. I guess that
they were the serious artists.
Some of the men and a couple
of the younger women chatted to me as I walked round. Some were staring at me
and I didn’t know if it was for the benefit of their drawing or because I was
naked in amongst them.
Being naked in amongst those
people gave me mixed feelings. The serious artists did absolutely nothing for me
and I felt totally at easy with them. It was similar to being at the naturist
swims and on a naturist beach. The people that I wasn’t sure about made me
feel a little excited. The more that I thought someone was looking at me in a
sexual manor, the more excited I got.
When I got to round to where
the young man that had been chatting me up was, I was getting really excited.
That pussy tingle was very strong and I could really feel my juices flowing. As
I walked up to him I saw that familiar bulge in his trousers. He tried chatting
me up again, but I just kept asking him silly questions about his lousy attempt
to draw me. His answers sounded just as stupid as my questions. If anyone was
listening they must have thought we were both artistic thickies.
The break came to an end and
the teacher asked me to get back up on the table. As I was walking towards the
table I decided that I’d better go to the toilet before getting stuck in one
position again (I also wanted to clean up my soggy pussy before starting again).
I told the teacher and asked him where the nearest toilet was. He told me that
it was only about 20 yards down the corridor.
I started waking towards the
classroom door when the teacher said, “Hadn’t you better put some clothes
on?” To be perfectly honest, the thought had crossed my mind but I wanted the
chance to walk about the corridor a bit. I was wondering if I might meet and
shock someone.
I didn’t really give the
teacher a chance to say any more, I just said, “No, it’s okay, it’s only a
few yards and it sounds as if everyone’s in their classes.” With that I was
out of the door and walking up the corridor.
The teacher was right, it was
only 20 yards to the toilet and I was in and out and back in the classroom in no
time. I was a bit disappointed that I hadn’t seen anyone.
The second half of the lesson
went quite quickly and it wasn’t long before the teacher was telling me to get
down and dressed.
As I came out from behind the
changing screen the young man was waiting for me and asked me if I’d like to
go for a drink with him. Fortunately I didn’t get chance to answer him because
the teacher interrupted and told him to go home.
He then told me that I’d
done well to keep so still for so long and asked if I was okay to come back the
next week. I told him that I’d enjoyed it and would be back.
As I walked into the
classroom there were about the same number of people who had been there the
previous week. I did notice an extra couple of youngish people.
The teacher arrived before I
had the chance to do anything or talk to anyone, and immediately brought the
class to order. He told the class that I was going to pose in an unusual
position that night and that he wanted the students to add a little bit of
imagination to their drawing.
I hadn’t a clue what he
meant by ‘unusual position’ until he turned to me and whispered, “Jon has
told me that you’ll pose exactly as I tell you. You’re not going to give me
any trouble are you?” I was a bit shocked and surprised. Whenever he had
spoken to me before he’d given me the impression that he was a perfect
gentleman. This dominant style took me my surprise.
“Right,” he said, “go
and get your clothes off while I get the ropes ready.” Another surprise I
thought, it sounded as if I wasn’t going to have a problem keeping still that
night. I turned towards the changing screen and saw that it wasn’t there. It
was nowhere in the room. I turned back towards the teacher to tell him and to
ask where I should get undressed. He was busy opening a bag so after a quick
think I though, ‘what the hell’ and walked to the side of the room where
there were some chairs. I turned to face the class and saw that about half the
students were watching me and the other half were watching the teacher lift some
ropes out of the bag.
‘Here goes’ I said to
myself, I looked at one man, smiled at him and then lifted my top up over my
head. The man was smiling back at me as I undid the little piece of velcro that
was holding my skirt up and dropped it to the floor. I then squatted down with
my knees wide apart as I unfastened my sandals and the walked out of them.
My pussy was starting to
tingle and get wet.
When I got back to the
teacher he told me that he wanted me to climb on the table and hold my arms out
while he tied a rope to each of my wrists. He then threw the rope over steel
frame that was holding the roof up and pulled my arms up in the air.
Maybe I need to explain that
the school was originally built round about the turn of the 19th / 20th
century. It has had quite a number of ‘extensions’ added, some quite
recently. We were in the old part, a single story building.
The teacher then told me to
spread my legs and asked me if he needed to tie them to anything to keep them
apart. I told him that it wasn’t necessary, as I was comfortable as I was. I
wondered if he knew that I spent quite a bit of time hanging my wrist, naked and
spread-eagle. I looked down at the students and realised that my pussy was at
about head height for most of the students. I got a little wetter as I thought
about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about
20 pairs of eyes staring at my pussy for the next hour.
The next 30 or so minutes
went in no time. I’d been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the
ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a nice daydream and that my pussy
felt really wet. I needed to go to the toilet and clean myself up a bit.
I told the teacher where I
was going and marched out before he had a chance to finish saying that perhaps I
should put some clothes on.
There was no one in the
corridor or the toilet when I got there. I locked myself in cubicle, had a pee,
wiped my pussy dry and was sat there playing with my clit when I heard some
girls come in. I brought myself to an orgasm while I listened to them talking
about what they were going to do to their boyfriends later that night.
They stopped talking and
stared at me as I opened the stall door and walked to the sinks. As I was
washing my hands one of them asked me where my clothes where. I just said,
“Art class” as if that would explain everything and walked out.
In the corridor a school
janitor stopped dead in his tracks and watched me as I walked passed him. Poor
bloke, he looked as if he was about to have a heart attack.
Back in the classroom I
wandered round looking at different views of my spread-eagle naked body. One or
two had taken ‘artistic licence’ and drawn me with extra ropes and belts on.
One had actually drawn a dildo sticking out of my pussy. The detail that some
had gone to while drawing my pussy and little gold rings was just amazing.
I didn’t get chance to see
all the drawings before the teacher called me over to resume the pose. As I
walked back I looked over to there the young man was that fancied me. He looked
disappointed.
The teacher asked me if I was
okay to continue and when I said I was he retied my wrists and told me to get
back on the table.
The end of the lesson came
all too soon. The teacher dismissed the class and left me up there while they
were all leaving. It was weird saying goodbye to them as the walked passed me
having one last look at my naked pussy.
When they’d all gone the
teacher came over to me and asked me if I was okay with the different type of
pose. I told him that I was and that I was used to being restrained like that.
“Not in public I suspect, did you enjoy it? He asked. I think I actually
blushed a bit as I admitted that I did before asking him when he was going to
let me down.
He then told me that he’d
got a bit of overtime lined-up for me and got another couple of ropes out of his
bag. He tied my right leg to one leg of the table and as he was tying my left
leg to the other end of the table he told me that he’d arranged for a couple
of his mates to come and take some photographs of me.
For some reason I didn’t
think that any harm could come to me, only good, so I wasn’t worried. In fact
I was excited. I felt another tingle and surge of juices.
A few minutes later 3 men and
2 women came in and started getting cameras out. Not a lot was said, but a lot
of photographs were taken. One of the women got a big dildo out of her bag and
smiled at me as she pushed it into my pussy before more photographs were taken.
After about 5 minutes I was
untied, the dildo was pulled out and I was told to lie on the table. Needless to
say I was spread-eagle again. More photographs were taken and the teacher came
and stood beside me and started playing with my pussy. I suddenly realised how
vulnerable I was and obviously looked frightened because the teacher said,
“Relax honey, we’re not going to fuck you, if we did you wouldn’t be back
next week.”
The six of them took it in
turns to make me cum either with their hands or their mouths whilst the others
kept taking more photographs. By the end of it I was knackered and just lay
there as they packed up and left. I was still lying there when the janitor came
in to switch the lights off and lock up. Poor man got quite a surprise and said,
“Sorry.” I got up and put my clothes on as he watched me. As I walked out I
said, “Don’t be sorry, I’m not.”
I didn’t tell Jon about the
photographers.
Driving to the school I was
wondering what was in store for me. I’d put just a lose fitting cotton mini
dress and shoes on, and as I walked into the school the wind was blowing it
everywhere.
I was a bit late, and by the
time I got to the classroom everyone was there waiting for me. The teacher came
up to me and said that he was getting a bit worried that I might not be there.
He then told everyone that I was going to pose in a very submissive pose and
that he wanted them to sketch me exactly as they saw me, no extra bits.
Concentrate on what they could actually see.
He then told me to get
undressed and onto the table. Again the changing screen was missing so I just
whipped my dress straight up over my head, kicked my shoes off and climbed onto
the table. The teacher then told me how he wanted me to pose. What he described
was the position that I have to get into when Jon tells me to ‘assume the
position’. On my knees with them wide apart. I then have to lean back as far
as I can and support my body with my hands on the floor. I’ve lost could of
the number of times that I’ve been in this position, and for how long. If you
add it all up it must be days, so another hour wasn’t going to make much
difference. The difference this time was that there would be 20 odd pairs of
eyes looking at me and my spread pussy.
Again the time went very
quickly as recalled the previous nights session on the fucking machine at home.
Jon had left me on the machine until I’d nearly passed out, then he’d fucked
me until I came for the sixth time. I was still a bit sore.
At the break I needed the
toilet again, I needed to pee and cum. The teacher didn’t bother to say
anything as I walked out of the classroom still naked. I didn’t see anyone
again and relieved both aches in peace and quiet.
However, as I went back onto
the corridor there was a group of teenagers walking towards me. They were all
dressed in sports gear and looked as if they’d just escaped from the gym.
They saw me just as quickly
as I saw them. I had a split second to decide to either jump back into the
girl’s toilet or keep going. You’ve guessed it, I kept going.
The teenagers (boys and
girls) were all about 16 and they came out with all the comments that you’d
expect in a situation like that. I was in the middle of the corridor and
expecting them to break ranks and let me through the middle of them. I was
expecting (and hoping for) a few groping hands, but I wasn’t expecting them to
stop and block the corridor.
They surrounded me and
didn’t move when I asked them to. Whilst some of them were feeling my tits and
pussy, one of them asked me why I was naked. I told them that I was the model in
the Art class. Another said that I shouldn’t walk round the school without
clothes on because anything could happen to me. When another said that they
should teach me a lesson I started to get a little worried. They bundled me back
into the girl’s toilets and discussed what they should do with me. Thankfully,
when one of the lads suggested that all the lads should ‘fuck the ass off
me’ the others didn’t agree.
In the end they agreed that
since I was a nude model I should be made to nude model for a lot more people.
With one lad holding either
of my arms they ran me all round the school corridors and outside through the
car park onto the main road, back into the school grounds and onto the sports
field. Most of the group were following us.
I suppose that the lads
thought that I was running so easily because they were holding my arms. In
reality I was loving it. It was an excuse to be naked in public and to shock a
few people. I knew that if we were caught I could get away with it by saying
that the lads were forcing me to do it. If only they knew.
As we went down one of the
corridors we had to barge our way through a couple of classes that were ending.
I’ve no idea what they were, but all the people were adults and we got a few
comments from some of them. There were a few people in the car park and a lot
more on the main road. I heard a couple of tyre screeches as on or two motorists
got distracted.
When we got into the middle
of the sports field the lads let go of me and one of them said, “Let that be a
lesson girl,” and they all walked off laughing.
I stood there for a minute or
so getting my breath back the worked out the best way to get back to the Art
class. We’d gone in a big circle and the Art classroom wasn’t that far away.
I only had a couple of classroom windows to pass before could get back into the
building and then down a short bit of corridor and I’d be there
As I was walking down the
path passed the classrooms I looked in to see a couple of people looking out
towards me. One man had a big grin on his face.
When I got back the teacher
asked me if I was all right, he though that I might be ill or something. He
didn’t ask me about the bits of wet grass on my feet.
Anyway, it was back into the
position and try to relax. About half way through the session I looked round the
room a bit and saw that the young man who’d tried to chat me up was trying to
attract my attention. He was at the back of the room and it was doubtful that
any of the other students could see him unless they turned round. Out eyes met
for a second and instead of him getting on with his sketch he rubbed the front
of his trousers and pretended to wank himself.
At the end of the lesson the
teacher asked me to stay as I was while he dismissed the class. When they’d
all gone he came and stood at the table at my knees end. In effect, right
between my legs. He looked me up and down then said, “No photographers
tonight, but I just wanted to tell you that you will really enjoy next week’s
class. You’ll go home shattered.” When I told him that I was looking forward
to it he turned, picked up his bags and walked out saying, “Good, see you next
week then.”
I put my dress and shoes on
and went home. When I told Jon about the group of teenagers he just laughed and
told me to be careful.
I was a bit late getting to
the class and everyone was waiting for me. As soon as I walked in the teacher
told everyone that he wanted them to try to capture the mood that I would soon
be in. One of the women asked him what mood I would be in. His reply was just
two words, “Sexual excitement.” When he said that I turned and looked at him
and I heard one of the young men say, “Nice one teach.”
I didn’t bother looking for
the changing screen and just whipped my dress up and off. I didn’t know what
to expect other than that I was going to be sexually excited in front of 20 plus
people. I was wondering how, looking forward to it and getting a bit damp. My
nipples were already rock hard.
When I got up onto the table
the teacher tied my wrists to the roof beams the same way he’d done the second
time I’d posed. This time he’d got me to stand on a few books and when my
wrist were secured he removed the books leaving me dangling there. After he’d
done that he told me to open my legs wide and he tied my ankles to the legs of
the table. I was tied spread-eagle in mid air, and with no way to move.
At that point I didn’t know
if my state of sexual excitement was enough for what the teacher wanted. It
wasn’t really visible – apart from my slightly wet pussy and hard nipples;
and being restrained like that for the next hour wasn’t going to tire me out.
What happened next had me
puzzled to start off with. The teacher got a little table and put it in-between
my legs. Next he got a few books and put them on it. On top of that he got
something that I hadn’t seen for years, a metronome that he must have borrowed
from the music room. Then he got a big feather out of his bag and taped it to
the metronome arm so that it was just touching my pussy. Then he set the
metronome arm going backwards and forwards. My pussy was getting a very rhythmic
tickle.
As I started to understand
what was going to happen to me I heard the teacher tell the students to
concentrate on drawing my body first. He told them that it would take a while
for my face to get the expression that he wanted them to capture.
It didn’t take long. Within
a couple of minutes my nipples were so hard that I thought they were going to
burst and my pussy was really coming alive. I could feel my juices leaking out
of me. Five minutes later I was very close to cumming. I guess that the teacher
could tell that because he said, “Try and hold it Vanessa, the students need
more time to get your expression down on paper.”
Well I tried, it wasn’t as
if I could back away, or close my legs. I tried to concentrate on anything but
the inevitable. I looked round the room at the faces of the students. I tried to
concentrate on the faces that were getting on with their sketching and looked
oblivious to the situation. Every time I stared at one of those people I’d see
a movement out of the corner of my eye that would distract me. Only about 60% of
the students were just getting on with their job. The other 40% were being
affected.
There was one middle-aged
woman who was sketching with one hand whilst her other hand was sliding up and
down her body. I had to look at someone else because I was sure she was about to
grab one of her tits or rub her pussy.
I saw one young man who
definitely had a hard-on, and he was licking his lips as well. Another older man
was actually rubbing his dick through his trousers.
The inevitable happened and I
started to cum. My head was rolling from side to side and I could hear myself
moaning. On top of that (or should I say below that), I could feel my juices
rushing out of me. I desperately wanted a dick inside me but all I was getting
was that damned feather.
No sooner than my first
orgasm started to subside than I could feel a second starting. I tried to fight
it but I didn’t stand a chance. It hit me harder than the first. Right in the
middle of it I looked round the room and saw that one middle-aged woman was
looking all hot and bothered. I wondered what state her knickers (if she was
wearing any) were in.
When I started to come down
from my high, the teacher came over and told me that it was time for a break. He
stopped the metronome, took the feather off and showed it to me. It was
saturated. He then asked me if I wanted to be untied for the break. When I told
him that I was okay and was used to being restrained in similar positions he
said, “Good, it would be a waste of valuable time untying then retying me.
I slowly started to cool down
a bit and became very aware of the state of my pussy and legs. I could feel my
pussy gaping open and my juices running down my legs. Even my feet felt wet
although that may have been sweat.
During the break a few of the
students came and had a closer look at me. As I looked down on them I could see
a mixture of interest and lust on their faces. I could see what looked like
painful bulges in the trousers of most of the men. One of the younger men was
stood in front of me for ages. Never once did his eyes look up and meet mine. He
was the last to go back to his easel and just before he left I could hear him
muttering, “What I could do with that.” It wasn’t his dick that I wanted
inside me, it was Jon’s.
After a while the teacher
came and put a new feather in the metronome and started it going again. My body
jumped as the feather touched my pussy the first time. Before he told the
students to get on with their sketching, the teacher looked up and asked me if I
was all right to continue. I looked down at him and said, “Yes please.”
It didn’t take long for
that familiar feeling in my lower belly and pussy to start again and within 4 or
5 minutes I was cumming again and again and again. I must have had half a dozen
orgasms before I finally passed out.
When I came round I first
felt the sweat that I was covered in. Straight after that it was the feather. I
had another orgasm before I heard the teacher say, “Okay, that’s enough.”
I was just hanging there for
ages before the teacher lifter my legs onto the books and then untied me. As he
untied my last wrist I started to collapse and he had to put his arm round me to
stop me from falling. To be fair to the teacher he aimed at putting his arm
round my waist. Because I was covered in sweat I kept slipping down and he only
managed to keep me from falling when his arm had slipped up to my armpit. By
that time his had was holding my left breast. He held me like that until I was
standing on the ground. He lowered me onto a chair and said, “You stay there
while the students finish off.”
I was knackered, it took me
about 5 minutes to feel able to stand up. When I did I slowly walked round the
room. I wanted to see the sketches. Some were quite good, some not. A couple of
them were quite interesting. They showed little drops of liquid in mid air below
my pussy. I guess that I’d been squirting
when I’d had my orgasms.
Shortly after that the
teacher ended the lesson and the students left. The teacher spent ages looking
at all the sketches while I just sat there trying to find some energy.
Eventually the teacher got up and thanked me for posing for the class. He said
something about there not being may opportunities for artists to capture true
human emotions. All I could think of to saw was, “The pleasure was all
mine,” which it was. I know that I’m now a fully-fledged exhibitionist and
it really had been a pleasure. It’s one thing letting people see me naked, but
it’s something else letting them see me having multiple orgasms. It was a real
turn-on.
The teacher then said that he
really had to lock the room and leave. I told him that I’d go and have a
shower before going home. All that sweating had left me feeling quite dirty. I
picked-up my dress and shoes and wandered out into the corridor. There was no
one out there, it was getting late and I guess that most people had gone home.
Just down the corridor are
the girl’s toilets. Through a door at the back are the girl’s changing rooms
and showers. I dropped my dress and shoes in the corner and went into the
showers. It felt good. I stayed soaking for ages and not thinking about anything
other than the pleasure that I’d just had. The next thing that I knew was that
there was a man staring at me. I saw him out of the corner of my eye. He
didn’t say anything, and I didn’t react to his presence. I just kept soaking
up the warm water.
After a few seconds with
neither of us doing anything, the presence of a man watching me naked in the
shower started to get me going again. I felt my nipples get hard and my pussy
ache. That ache had to be relieved so my right hand slowly worked its way down
to my clit. As my right hand got busy I still pretended that I hadn’t seen
him. It didn’t take long for me to cum again, but as I did my head went up and
I could no longer pretend that I hadn’t seen him.
He realised that I was
looking at him and he went bright red and started to tell me that he was the
caretaker. He’d heard the water running and come to investigate. He said that
he thought that everyone had gone home and that someone had left a shower
running. The poor man was quite embarrassed.
I turned the shower off, then
told him that I’d been in the Art class and needed a shower before going home.
I didn’t make any attempt to cover myself as I asked him if he’d got a towel
that I could borrow. He said that he hadn’t, but that there might be one in
one of the lockers in the changing room. I asked him if he could look for me and
I followed him out into the changing room.
He must have looked in just
about all the lockers before tuning towards me and saying, “Nothing, but
I’ve got one in my workshop, I’ll go and get it.” He turned and walked
out.
I couldn’t see much point
in hanging around waiting so I picked up my dress and shoes and followed him. It
was only when he had to open a door that he realised that I was behind him. He
started telling me that I shouldn’t be walking around the school naked but I
interrupted him and told him I didn’t think that it would matter as we were
the only ones there. He didn’t say anything and kept walking.
We got to an outside door and
as he opened it he turned to me. As he looked me up and down he said that I’d
better wait there as someone might see me outside. I just said that I didn’t
mind and kept following him.
Fortunately, or
unfortunately, there was no one around and we walked across a yard and into a
little workshop. He opened a cupboard and got out a towel and gave it to me. By
that time I was just about dry (apart from my hair) and I just rubbed my hair.
As I was doing this I could see the caretaker staring at me. I took my time so
that he could have a good look. Eventually I stopped, gave him the towel back
and thanked him.
We both stood there staring
at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few
seconds. In the end I broke the silence and said, “The kids don’t come in
here then.” He just said, “What?” I pointed to the calendar on the wall.
It has a big picture of a naked woman with her legs open a bit. I could just see
the folds of her hairy pussy lips.
“Yes, err No” he said.
The man was obviously nervous about being alone with a naked woman so I said,
“Sorry, but I don’t come upto her standards.” That seemed to settle him a
bit because he said, “You’re more beautiful than her, I don’t really like
big tits, and you shave down there. Besides, you’re here in the flesh, she
isn’t.”
We got talking a bit and I
told him what I was doing at the school. After a seconds thought he nervously
asked me if I’d pose for him. It was getting a bit late and Jon would be
wondering where I was, but I said, “Okay, but just for a few minutes, my
husband will be waiting for me.” With that he was off saying, “Back in two
minutes.”
While he was gone I had a
look round. In one draw I found some old Fiesta magazines. I remembered Jon
telling me about some of the letters that he’d read in them.
The caretaker came back out
of breath, he said that he thought I might have gone or that he’d find that he
was dreaming and that I wasn’t real. I smiled at him and said, “I’m real
all right. Now how do you want me to pose?” I was a bit surprised when he
said, “With your legs wide open.”
We spent the next 10 minutes
with him taking photographs of me from all angles. He took some real close-ups
of my pussy and I have to admit that I was getting turned-on. My pussy was real
damp.
Eventually he ran out of film and thanked me. I told him that it had been my pleasure but I really had to go. As I was putting my shoes and dress on he thanked me again, and said, “See you around.” As I walked out he said, “No underwear?” “Don’t believe it in.” I shouted back. What a nice man.
Anyway, that’s all about my
fun as a ‘mature’ schoolgirl and model. I have other experiences that Jon
has told me to document. I’m sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them
on my web pages, as and when he’s read them and is happy with them.
Love
Vanessa