She hadn’t pursued it since moving to Washington a year ago.
Now, with Allison’s pussy tickling my neck, I wondered how I’d explain this to Linda. She’s not a jealous woman, and my descriptions of modeling sessions with other partners were an aphrodisiac. None of those sessions took this direction.
Thoughts of Linda clanged to an end with the ring of the timer and Bethany’s voice. “Another beautiful pose. Five more, and we’ll break and discuss the final two hours.”
As Allison directed me into position for each new pose, the time quickly passed. Allison respected a hands-off, or cunt-off rather, limitation on the explicitness of the poses. It was an interesting if ordinary, session except for my constant hard-on and Allison’s push toward explicitness. We posed as two people caressing each other in the throes of foreplay, staying short of actual penetration. Allison walked out of the studio nude at the end of the last pose. I assumed she was going to the restroom.
She soon returned and sat beside me on the model stand, telling me how boring most of her modeling assignments were and what her daughter was doing in Houston.
Bethany came over to us. “Superb. A couple of those poses require an hour or more to capture their form and spirit adequately. Since you’ll both be here Thursday, I suggest we explore four of these poses for a half-hour each. I’ll pick the two most exciting ones for extended work on Thursday.”
I looked at Allison. “It’s fine with me. How about you?”
“I’m ready. Let’s get going.” Allison swiveled to stand up and prepare.
Bethany had to catch up. “Good. The first is Allison sitting on the stool with Eric standing. The next pose is Eric, lying on your back with Allison straddling you cowgirl style in simulated sex. The third pose has Eric on his back with Allison on her side, on bolsters, slightly above, and facing the opposite direction. The final pose is where you’re both lying on your sides, facing the same direction with Eric behind, embracing Allison in front.”
“They are all fine for me. Any would be good for an hour and a half Thursday.” I said and looked over to Allison.
“None of them are difficult for me.” Allison smiled at me.
“Let’s get to work then.”
Allison set the stool in the center of the stage and sat down. I stood next to her, my right hip against her left shoulder. This time, instead of resting her left hand on my left hip as she did for the short pose, she reached up between my legs and wrapped it around my right leg with the back of her hand pushing against my balls. She bent her legs at the knees, curled them to her right side, and placed her right hand on top of her right thigh. Since this would be a long pose, everyone in the class moved for a frontal view.
Bethany started the timer at 25 minutes. The initial excitement with Allison during the beginning of the class kept my attention focused on her. A month ago, I modeled for this class and vaguely remembered them as an older group of students. They looked to be their mid-20s until mid-30s, primarily women, eight out of ten. I noticed a trend in the more advanced figure drawing classes, older students, and more women.
I had draped my right hand on Allison’s right shoulder near her neck and my left hand on my left hip, and we looked into each other’s eyes. I began the pose with my soft cock tucked down and against Allison’s left breast. She wasn’t content to let the time run out peacefully and started moving her left hand, the one between my legs. At first, she squeezed, which was stressful enough, but then she rubbed her thumb under my balls and against the base of my cock behind my balls.
My response was predictable. Allison teasingly smiled at me, and my cock pushed, with increasing insistence, against her breast. I thought her breast would capture and contain my cock, but she deliberately moved her shoulder, and I popped out and up. My cock’s steady rise stopped when it pressed against the underside of Allison’s chin. It looked a few times like she was going to tilt her head, letting my cock free to bob up and down in front of her face, but my imploring eyes somehow induced restraint.
I could see Allison directing her attention to herself. She angled her right hand closer to her pussy and started lightly rubbing her pussy lips. Eventually, she increased the tempo and moved her index finger over her clit. The time passed quickly, and fortunately, the timer rang to end the pose.
“I’m sorry, Eric, I got carried away.” Allison apologized as we stretched.
“It’s okay. I understand the class wants more erotic poses, but I’m not comfortable going any further than we already have. My wife is understanding but has her boundaries.”
Bethany stopped circulating among the students to remind us of the next pose. “You’re doing terrific, and the students are responding to the challenges you’re presenting. You’re both showing tremendous intensity and admirable restraint. This next pose will be equally demanding, I’m sure.”
I put the stool on the floor and rolled onto my back in the middle of the stand. Allison stepped over my hips, straddling me, and looked down to prepare to lower to my waist.