Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2003 18:18:46 +0000
From: Adrienne St. Martin <adrienne_stmartin@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adrienne's Erotic Adventures 2: Painting Class

This story is a work of fiction (unfortunately), and the characters 
contained within are completely made up.  Do not read if you are under 18.
Email if you have comments, suggestions, etc!


Painting Class


With my first exhibitionist adventure still fresh in my mind, it wasn't long 
before I was planning my next one.  My roommate Danielle and I had gone to 
the Visual Art building one evening, to see a show containing the work of a 
mutual friend.  Danielle, it turned out, was really into this whole art 
thing, and was soon wandering the building enthralled, gazing open-mouthed 
at all the artwork.  Myself, I grew bored fairly quickly, and found myself 
reading all the posters and flyers on the bulletin boards to keep myself 
amused.
I drew in a sharp breath as I read the innocent-looking green flyer tacked 
to the bottom corner of one of the boards.  It read: "Models wanted, for 
figure drawing class.  No experience necessary".  I began to feel that same 
terrified, yet aroused feeling.  My last experience had been exhilarating, 
but did I have the nerve to go through with something like this?  We weren't 
talking about some middle-aged female professor and a camera anymore...this 
would involve a room full of my fellow students.  Hell, I might even KNOW 
some of them!  I ripped the flyer off the board in a quick motion, and 
stuffed it in my pocket.  Then I continued to casually wander around the 
exhibit, pretending nothing was amiss.
That night, I sent a message to the email address listed on the flyer, 
indicating my interest.  The next morning, I had a message in my inbox from 
the prof who ran the classes.  The message thanked me for my interest, 
explained a few of the procedures which would be involved, and saying that I 
was welcome to stop into the next class - tomorrow night - if I was still 
interested.

Once again, the time waiting for my appointment seemed to crawl by, but 
somehow I managed to make it to the big evening without having a nervous 
breakdown.  I waited until Danielle left for her night class (who in their 
right mind would sign up for a THREE HOUR class at nighttime?!?), and then I 
slipped out of the dorm and made my way to the Visual Art building.
I arrived just as the class was setting up.  The prof greeted me, and said 
that I was welcome to sit in and watch for the first little while before 
deciding whether I wanted to participate or not.  I agreed that this was a 
good idea, so I took a seat at the back of the room.
The class began rather informally, and after a few brief remarks the 
professor called the first model.  As the girl in the bathrobe made her way 
to the middle of the room, my jaw dropped.  I knew her!  Well, not really 
well, but I knew that her name was Sarah, and that she lived on the floor 
beneath mine.  I'd been expecting to see someone naked tonight, but I hadn't 
figured it would be someone I knew!
The professor introduced her to the class, and she nonchalantly undid the 
robe and took it off.  I shivered involuntarily, thinking how that must 
feel.  She assumed a pose, and everybody began to draw.  As for me, I passed 
the time curiously looking at her naked body.  This was the first time I'd 
ever seen another woman completely naked before me, and I couldn't help 
being fascinated.  She was quite pretty, about 5'4 with dark hair, and her 
breasts (which were slightly smaller than my own) were made even more 
prominent by her large, dark nipples.
After about ten minutes of various poses, the prof announced that the class 
could take a five-minute break.  Sarah put her robe back on, and disappeared 
behind a screen in the opposite corner of the room.  As the students milled 
about, the prof approached me and asked if I'd like to give it a try.  My 
heart was pounding with fear, but I shyly nodded.  He led me to a second 
screen like the one Sarah was now behind, and asked me to undress, and to 
put on the bathrobe which was hanging there.  Then he left.
My limbs felt like rubber as I slowly stripped.  I piled my clothes in the 
corner, and numbly put on the bathrobe.  I peeked around the screen, trying 
to decide what I was supposed to do next.  The class was settling back down, 
so I stepped out from behind the screen and waited for them to be ready.
After a minute, the professor went to the middle of the room, and made a few 
more art-related remarks to his students.  Then he called me to the middle, 
and introduced me to everyone.  He explained that it was my first time doing 
this, so we'd only be doing one pose.  Then he told me that we were ready to 
begin.
Numbly, I reached for the ties on the robe and undid them.  I slowly pulled 
off the robe and laid it on the floor next to me, trying not to tremble.  
The open air of the room felt strange on my naked body, and I felt my 
nipples harden instantly.  The prof directed me into a pose, and everyone 
began to draw.  I couldn't believe it - I was actually doing it!  I was 
naked in front of a crowd of people!  I glanced around, careful not to move 
my head.  I didn't recognize any faces, which made me glad.  But as I 
glanced the other way, I saw that Sarah, now fully clothed, was sitting 
towards the back of the room watching intently.  She seemed to be studying 
my naked body just as hard as I'd studied hers.  I could feel her eyes - and 
the eyes of everyone in the room - traveling up and down my body, staring at 
my bare breasts, making their way down my belly to my very wet vulva.  I was 
still a little bit scared, but was I ever turned on!
After about five minutes (and just as my back was beginning to cramp from 
holding still so long), the professor said that I'd posed enough for today.  
As I put back on the robe, he thanked me warmly for joining them, and said 
that he hoped I'd be back another time.  I went back behind the screen, put 
my clothes back on, and headed home.

I returned to my room barely able to contain my arousal.  My hallway was 
empty, so I was already beginning to unzip my pants as I unlocked the door 
and stepped inside.  As I did so, I heard a small yelp.  Danielle was home 
too!  I sat down on the bed quickly, hoping it wasn't obvious that my pants 
were undone.  Then I noticed that she was blushing, and pulling up her own 
pants.
"Geez, I'm sorry!  I didn't know you were in!"
"My class was canceled, and I was just...uh..."
"Don't worry about it.  I do it all the time.  In fact, I was just about to 
do it now."
She froze and looked at me, slightly confused.  "You were...?"
I stood up, and showed her that my pants were already unzipped.  "I've had 
an interesting night." I said.  I told her where I'd been, and what it had 
felt like to stand naked in front of a crowd of strangers.  When she didn't 
say anything, I took a deep breath and told her about the med school photo 
shoot, a week earlier.
She looked at me with awe.  "Wow!  I'd be way too scared to show anyone my 
body!  It sounds exciting, though."  An awkward silence hung over the room.  
My pussy was still throbbing and in need of attention.  I took a deep 
breath, and broke the silence.
"Danielle, after that class I really need to masturbate.  You don't mind if 
I...uh...touch myself while you're in the room, do you?"
She blushed, and look away.  "No, go ahead.  Is it okay if I...?"
I smiled.  "Sure.  We can masturbate together, if you like."
She didn't answer, but from the look on her face I could tell that she was 
interested.  I figured the first move was up to me, so I slowly finished 
removing my pants, and sat down on the bed before her in just panties and 
T-shirt.  She fumbled with her pants, and finally managed to get them off 
too.  She sat up, facing me, with her legs clenched together.  I reached 
down between my spread legs, and started rubbing my clit through my panties. 
  For the second time today, I couldn't believe what I was doing.  First I 
had posed nude for a room full of strangers, and now I was masturbating with 
another woman!
Danielle was watching my hand as I stroked myself up and down.  After a 
minute of watching, she hesitantly spread her own legs apart, and moved her 
hand down between them.  She smiled as her hand rubbed against her 
clit...she was enjoying this too!  I decided it was time to step things up a 
bit, so I pulled my panties aside, baring my vulva.  Danielle gasped, and I 
slid my fingers through my wet slit.  She started rubbing herself even 
harder.
"Come on!" I whispered, "I want to see yours too!"  She smiled nervously, 
then slid her own panties aside.  Her pubic hair was as red as the hair on 
her head, and her lips covered everything else completely.  She pulled the 
two folds of skin back, and I saw the wet pink of her vagina.  I could tell 
that she was VERY wet.  There was a soft sucking noise as she plunged her 
index finger deep into her vagina, and I could see that her eyes were still 
on me.  So, I did my best to make things interesting for her.  I stroked my 
inner thighs, slowly moving my fingers closer and closer inward.  When I got 
to my lips, I spread them as wide as I could, and rubbed the inside of them 
with my index fingers.  Then I slipped two fingers inside myself, and 
focused my other hand on my clit.  Danielle was starting to moan softly, 
clearly enjoying my little show.
After a minute, she whispered "can I...can I touch yours?"
I nodded without even thinking.  This was feeling so good I had no reason to 
want things to stop.  I pulled my panties all the way off, and spread myself 
in front of her.  She kept her left hand on herself, and hesitantly moved 
her right hand to my genitals.
The feeling of another person's fingers on my private parts was absolutely 
amazing, and I moaned loudly.  First she rubbed my clit with two fingers, 
then began to explore me.  I lay back on the bed and let her masturbate me.  
She proved to be really good at it, and I came quickly with her finger in my 
vagina.  She pulled out, and I lay there gasping, letting the feeling 
subside.
But Danielle wasn't finished yet.  She jumped up and pulled off her panties, 
as well as her shirt and bra.  She sat down again and spread herself.  "Do 
me now!"  I wasn't about to say no.  So I sat back up and leaned down 
between her legs.  I could smell her pussy from a few feet away.  I reached 
out my right hand, and stroked her soft inner thighs, circling up her belly 
and back down again, carefully avoiding her vulva.  Her breathing grew 
faster, and she started to thrust her hips.  I circled twice more, making my 
route smaller and smaller each time, getting closer and closer to her pussy. 
  The third time, I paused at the top of the pattern, and suddenly slid my 
finger straight down, brushing her swollen clit and slipping between the wet 
folds of her slit.  She bit back a moan (we did live in the dorm, after all. 
  It wouldn't do for our neighbors to hear!) and started squeezing her pink 
nipples between her fingers.  I spread her lips apart, and stroked the 
opening of her vagina with my left hand.  My right thumb was massaging her 
clit, and she was moving her hips in time to my strokes.  Without slowing 
down, I slipped my left index finger into her dripping hole, and her whole 
body shook.  I could feel her hot, tight vagina around my finger, quivering 
with pleasure.  I lightly pressed against her G-spot, and she finally went 
over the edge.  Her warm vagina started to spasm around my finger, and she 
just barely held back another moan of ecstasy.  It was fascinating and 
arousing to watch another woman have an orgasm right in front of me, and 
even more exciting to know that I had caused it.  After about thirty 
seconds, her breathing began to slow down again, and the contractions in her 
vagina stopped.  She lay back on the bed, trying to catch her breath.  I 
pulled my finger out of her and sat next to her, admiring how beautiful she 
was in her moment of climax.
This had been a REALLY interesting night of experiments, and I only hoped 
there would be more to come...