Straight Female / 42
Nude Modeling To Get Through
I have was furloughed since last year because of this pandemic. I work at a college. I have a colleague Dave that has always been a little flirty with me. Dave is a coordinator at the school and has contacts all over. I had avoided calling him because he’s asked me out a couple of times, even though he knows my husband, and I didn’t want to give the wrong impression. But I really needed the work right now.
Dave said he could get me work immediately and get me in at a higher pay scale. It would require me to pose for still life classes at an art college an hour away. I asked if this was nude? He said that nude pays more but they have “dr**ed” sessions as well. Clothed pays $12.42 an hour, but nude pays $18.58.
To describe me, I am 42, 5’1” and very curvy redhead with freckles. I have never been comfortable running around nude, especially since becoming a mom. I always attract men that are in to big boobs and butts. Which is obviously what Dave is by the way he was always trying to catch a casual glimpse down my shirt. I told him that I would take the clothed sessions.
I took the work and it was very part time. Sessions were two hours of posing in a seated position and you get paid for three hours. Some days there were two sessions one in the afternoon and one in the evening. Sometimes posing in your own clothes was fine other times, you went back stage and put on their costume. I was working one to three days a week. It wasn’t much but it was something. Dave showed up a couple of times and we talked for just a few minutes each time either before or after the session.
In order to keep everyone social distanced, the school was using an auditorium that has two big screens on walls to the left and right with live footage zoomed in on the model for students sitting a little farther away. They set up a back drop and sometimes put props up there with you and give you something to sit on.
I didn’t know that in the beginning of the semester, more nude models are used to give the students a foundation for later on when they draw more clothed models in similar poses. Each time you pose, they give you a general direction on how they want you to sit, or lay as sometimes they have couches. I had started half-way through a semester so there was more “dr**ed” work. When the new semester started, there was less work and it was all strictly in costume.
In the first week of January, I came in for an afternoon session. There was another model doing a nude session in the evening, that I assume called out. The instructor came to me and asked if I would be willing to pose in her place. I asked if I was required to be nude? I was told yes, but he said that I would be paid the higher rate for the entire day. I said that I didn’t think I could. After the session was over the instructor came to me and asked again. He said that he wasn’t able to find anyone else and he would have to cancel the evening session. Against my own inhibitions I agreed and immediately had anxiety after. He instructed me to go in to the dressing room back stage and provided me a robe. He said I needed to take off all tight garments at least an hour before the session so that my body wouldn’t have any marks.
I had been sitting in the dressing room wearing nothing but a robe with butterflies in my stomach. The classes were mixed, with people ranging in age from their late teens to probably sixties. The instructor guided me to the stage and introduced me as usual. He then said, The model will now disrobe and stood there with his hand out to take my robe. I had my back to the students and removed my robe. I could feel the cold air immediately hit my skin. The instructor lead me to the seat where he had me sit on one hip and lean across on to a table and prop my head up on my hand. I became acutely aware, out of the corner of my eye, of my naked self projected on the screen. It was really weird at first. That night went by really quickly and it wasn’t until later, that I got turned on by the whole experience.
After a few days I contacted the instructor and agreed to do more nudes. I was working pretty much five days a week at after that point and I knew Dave would know. Although the auditorium was locked from the outside, there is a hallway that connects to the office. Around the end of January, beginning of February, just as I had expected, I finished with an afternoon session and Dave was standing on the side of the stage conversing with the instructor.
Now honestly, I lost the sense of feeling nude by now. The students weren’t ogling me, they were there to just draw or paint. When Dave looked at me though, I felt naked like it was the first time all over again. He got a big smile on his face as his eyes just drifted across my boobs and down on to my crotch. He wasn’t even trying to hide that he was checking me out. He always called me “Red” which I usually didn’t mind. This time he was still looking right at my crotch when he said. Good to see you Red. I felt like his reference was to something else. I turned around and grabbed my robe. I’m sure he loved the fact that he got to see that side of me too.
I went in to the dressing room and put my clothes on. I was feeling really turned on by the whole interaction with Dave. I know other women would be put off by it all, but no man besides my husband has even seen me naked in years and years. I hadn’t felt desirable in a long time. I had never even had the desire to cheat, but that day the thought briefly ran through my mind. When I came out of the dressing room, Dave was there and asked if I wanted to go have a drink with him across the street from campus at a little restaurant that had outside seating. I knew I shouldn’t, but I said yes.
Dave and I had two drinks each and I was feeling tipsy. I knew I couldn’t drive, so I had to drink water for a while. Dave kept drinking though and I could tell he was really buzzed. When it was finally time to leave he walked me back across the street to my car. He had his arm around my waist and his hand kept sliding down on to my butt and he would begin rubbing. I would step aside so he couldn’t reach me and he would come over put his arm around my waist and do the same thing over again. When we got to my car, I gave him peck on the lips and said I’ll see you later. He asked me if I really needed to go home? I said yes. He told me that he will have to go home and just dream about me then. I didn’t stick around to asked why he meant, I knew I had to leave before this all turned in to a regret.
Dave showed up several more times to ogle me, but I rejected his offers for a drink afterwards. There is now this heightened sexual tension between us, so I try to minimalist my contact with him. As of March 1st, I got recalled to my job, so I’m. I longer modeling, but I think about Dave checking me out all the time still.
Dave said he could get me work immediately and get me in at a higher pay scale. It would require me to pose for still life classes at an art college an hour away. I asked if this was nude? He said that nude pays more but they have “dr**ed” sessions as well. Clothed pays $12.42 an hour, but nude pays $18.58.
To describe me, I am 42, 5’1” and very curvy redhead with freckles. I have never been comfortable running around nude, especially since becoming a mom. I always attract men that are in to big boobs and butts. Which is obviously what Dave is by the way he was always trying to catch a casual glimpse down my shirt. I told him that I would take the clothed sessions.
I took the work and it was very part time. Sessions were two hours of posing in a seated position and you get paid for three hours. Some days there were two sessions one in the afternoon and one in the evening. Sometimes posing in your own clothes was fine other times, you went back stage and put on their costume. I was working one to three days a week. It wasn’t much but it was something. Dave showed up a couple of times and we talked for just a few minutes each time either before or after the session.
In order to keep everyone social distanced, the school was using an auditorium that has two big screens on walls to the left and right with live footage zoomed in on the model for students sitting a little farther away. They set up a back drop and sometimes put props up there with you and give you something to sit on.
I didn’t know that in the beginning of the semester, more nude models are used to give the students a foundation for later on when they draw more clothed models in similar poses. Each time you pose, they give you a general direction on how they want you to sit, or lay as sometimes they have couches. I had started half-way through a semester so there was more “dr**ed” work. When the new semester started, there was less work and it was all strictly in costume.
In the first week of January, I came in for an afternoon session. There was another model doing a nude session in the evening, that I assume called out. The instructor came to me and asked if I would be willing to pose in her place. I asked if I was required to be nude? I was told yes, but he said that I would be paid the higher rate for the entire day. I said that I didn’t think I could. After the session was over the instructor came to me and asked again. He said that he wasn’t able to find anyone else and he would have to cancel the evening session. Against my own inhibitions I agreed and immediately had anxiety after. He instructed me to go in to the dressing room back stage and provided me a robe. He said I needed to take off all tight garments at least an hour before the session so that my body wouldn’t have any marks.
I had been sitting in the dressing room wearing nothing but a robe with butterflies in my stomach. The classes were mixed, with people ranging in age from their late teens to probably sixties. The instructor guided me to the stage and introduced me as usual. He then said, The model will now disrobe and stood there with his hand out to take my robe. I had my back to the students and removed my robe. I could feel the cold air immediately hit my skin. The instructor lead me to the seat where he had me sit on one hip and lean across on to a table and prop my head up on my hand. I became acutely aware, out of the corner of my eye, of my naked self projected on the screen. It was really weird at first. That night went by really quickly and it wasn’t until later, that I got turned on by the whole experience.
After a few days I contacted the instructor and agreed to do more nudes. I was working pretty much five days a week at after that point and I knew Dave would know. Although the auditorium was locked from the outside, there is a hallway that connects to the office. Around the end of January, beginning of February, just as I had expected, I finished with an afternoon session and Dave was standing on the side of the stage conversing with the instructor.
Now honestly, I lost the sense of feeling nude by now. The students weren’t ogling me, they were there to just draw or paint. When Dave looked at me though, I felt naked like it was the first time all over again. He got a big smile on his face as his eyes just drifted across my boobs and down on to my crotch. He wasn’t even trying to hide that he was checking me out. He always called me “Red” which I usually didn’t mind. This time he was still looking right at my crotch when he said. Good to see you Red. I felt like his reference was to something else. I turned around and grabbed my robe. I’m sure he loved the fact that he got to see that side of me too.
I went in to the dressing room and put my clothes on. I was feeling really turned on by the whole interaction with Dave. I know other women would be put off by it all, but no man besides my husband has even seen me naked in years and years. I hadn’t felt desirable in a long time. I had never even had the desire to cheat, but that day the thought briefly ran through my mind. When I came out of the dressing room, Dave was there and asked if I wanted to go have a drink with him across the street from campus at a little restaurant that had outside seating. I knew I shouldn’t, but I said yes.
Dave and I had two drinks each and I was feeling tipsy. I knew I couldn’t drive, so I had to drink water for a while. Dave kept drinking though and I could tell he was really buzzed. When it was finally time to leave he walked me back across the street to my car. He had his arm around my waist and his hand kept sliding down on to my butt and he would begin rubbing. I would step aside so he couldn’t reach me and he would come over put his arm around my waist and do the same thing over again. When we got to my car, I gave him peck on the lips and said I’ll see you later. He asked me if I really needed to go home? I said yes. He told me that he will have to go home and just dream about me then. I didn’t stick around to asked why he meant, I knew I had to leave before this all turned in to a regret.
Dave showed up several more times to ogle me, but I rejected his offers for a drink afterwards. There is now this heightened sexual tension between us, so I try to minimalist my contact with him. As of March 1st, I got recalled to my job, so I’m. I longer modeling, but I think about Dave checking me out all the time still.
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