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In the days that followed my modeling session Lucy and I maintained our friendly relationship. I wondered if my modeling for her would change anything but she seemed as nice as ever and I had a sense that we had bonded in a way. We usually had lunch together along with other faculty members and used our free time together in school for class lesson planning and such. After a few days she asked if I would be available to model for her painting of me anytime that week. We settled on Tuesday evening. I was a bit anxious thinking of posing for her alone. I arrived at about 7 and she greeted me warmly. Lucy wore her usual short denim skirt and a tan blouse smudged with paint. “I am looking forward to working with you. I have several ideas that I would like to try.” “I am all yours.” I said. We proceeded to the studio area where I went behind the screen and undressed. I had remembered to bring a robe this time and stood before her in it ready to begin. I did feel a bit of the sexual tension thinking of being nude for her again and wondered what her new “ideas” might be. I came out and took off the robe and was ready to begin. “ You look great. Let me loosen up with some gesture drawings. Give me some fluid stretching poses for about a minute or two each.” I did as she asked doing some standing athletic type poses for her. She was sketching in charcoal on newsprint paper and working rapidly on each pose. She did not speak and was concentrating on her drawings. My cock was flaccid and elongated and hung loosely down and I could feel it swing when I changed poses. After about 5 poses she said she was ready to begin some more finished work and walked over to the platform where I stood. “I liked the male energy that you showed during the session with our group. You seemed comfortable with your body and not at all inhibited being nude. I want to capture that persona of confidence and sexuality.” I smiled and didn’t quite know what to say. istanbul travesti Was the “male energy” that she referred to my sexual arousal? She spoke about the next pose. “I want something that is frontal almost confrontational yet calm and inviting.” I thought about what she had said. I was flattered by her comments and wanted to please her. I took a standing pose with hands on my hips and my pelvis thrust forward. I bent my left knee slightly, and looked directly at her. “That’s good, yes I like it. But let’s try your right arm just hanging down and your left hand on your hip.” She was ready to start her drawing now. She worked the initial stages quickly with loose long strokes. “I really like the way this pose emphasizes how tall and long your limbs are. The way your penis hangs, so loose and long, it mirrors your arms and legs. And your scrotum hangs nicely, the smoothness and the coloring have an inviting look. I think this pose exemplifies the physical you” This comment sent a tingle through my loins and I felt a surge of swelling there. “I don’t want to embarrass you but I would like to ask you something about the last session. Did you feel sexually aroused when you posed or was your bodies reaction involuntary and accidental?” “A little of both I think”, laughing quietly as I answered. “Are you feeling aroused at all now? You seem to be changing …..well there.” She smiled coyly. ‘Yes a I am a little…….. I think your comments about my body…..well especially my penis are getting to me. I wasn’t aware that you were so observant. I find that erotic and it excites me to know you look at me so carefully.” I was trying to compose myself keeping in the pose and trying to suppress any more of an erection than I already had. I felt some pre cum at the tip of my cock. I knew that she could see it as she continued her drawing. “It’s ok Robert. As I told you the other night I just draw what I see. I fell flattered that istanbul travestileri you are aroused with me and uninhibited enough to pose that way.” This calmed me and I just went with it as I had before. My cock was erect but not quite rigid and pointed upward and out and my balls were pulled high into my sack. She continued to draw but said nothing more. The time moved by and soon I grew tired and asked her about a break. “Let me record this pose with a digital photo before we break, O.K.?” She wanted to record my cock in the state it was in now for completing the drawing. I waited as she clicked several frames off and then we stopped for a break. We sat in the studio and I stretched out and loosened up from the pose. I had put my robe back on. Lucy excused herself and I wandered around looking through some of the paintings she had in her storage racks. I looked at a stack of female nudes and realized that the top painting was a self portrait. She was in a standing pose with a frontal view, looking out at the viewer with her soft blue eyes and mouth expressionless. The small breasts were pointing forward with the deep peach colored nipples distended. Her pubic triangle was visible with a wisp of browish hair as she gazed out at the viewer, in an inviting way as if to say I want you to know more about me. The flesh tones were warm and lush, stronger higher in value than in reality everywhere except for the breasts and around her pubic mound where the flesh was paler. She came back in as I was viewing the painting. “What do you think………… Is it a good likeness?” “Yes it is, at least from what I have seen of you.” “Cute answer. Are you always so direct?” I smiled. “Have you done many self portraits? I d like this one and would like to see any others.” She told me that she used her self often as a model and found it therapeutic. “ I try to do a drawing of myself almost every day. I keep a sketchbook, sort of a travesti istanbul diary of my visual self. Mostly they are mundane studies just slices of my life.” “Really, that is an interesting concept. Did you do a sketch today??” She looked hesitant and after a moment replied. “Yes I did in fact”. I was now very curious. “May I see it?” “I suppose you can as you have been so open with me posing. Bear in mind that this is a personal thing and I don’t share it with anyone usually.” She went over to a cabinet and took a leather bound sketchbook out opening it to the sketch that she had done this morning. It was more of a close up view of her pelvic area. She was seated and her legs opened toward the viewer so that her vulva was in full view. The drawing was in detail so that all the folds and shapes were visible. There was no pubic hair in this drawing and the folds of the labia were drawn with care. Her inner labia were sensuously protruding shaped like delicate petals and the folds of her hood above it were swollen. It was a very personal view and I found it so erotic that she would share it with me. “I am very pleased to have you share this with me. You are very beautiful there.” “I am going through a discovery period about my sexuality now. I like to record my body as it changes although a woman’s body does not show the physical changes during arousal that a man’s body does. The changes are subtle and more difficult to record. You have been so open with me I just wanted to return the favor. It is nice to have someone to share with. I will share some of the others with you another time. Well…. shall we continue the drawing now.” I moved to the platform and resumed my pose. I had no problem finding the same state of arousal after viewing her sketch. She became absorbed in her drawing once again and I lost myself in my thoughts. I was imagining her eyes concentrating on my cock now, tracing the contours of the head and shaft, moving over my sack exploring the shapes and details of it. I felt very aroused now and was more rigid than I had been with her, My cock was arched straight upward curving gently towards my stomach and the precum was dripping down the underside of the shaft.
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