| Straight: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism: Photography Class (1/2) |
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I had just turned 18 and was excited for my first photography class. Everyone had to be over age so I had had to wait to sign up. They had some fancy name for this class, but basically it’s a nude photography class. As a student I didn’t have enough money to pay for the tuition but the instructor offered me free classes if I would model for the class before me. I agreed thinking how hard could it be to stand there naked while people took pictures? My friends had all been teasing me for the past week, wondering how many men I would make hard. I told them they were immature and men joined this class for the art, not to look at nude women. But I secretly wondered to myself how sexual this class would be. I’ve always been pretty secure with my body; I was slim with a stomach that showed my long hours spent in the gym. I had C cup breasts and long slender legs. I had long brown hair that I had curled into large bouncy curls that fell over my shoulders and down my back. My heels clicked against the floor as I walked down the hallway to the classroom. There were 10 or 15 people gathered around a white canvas. A man in his early 30’s stood in front of the canvas addressing the people. I joined the group. “Ah, you must be my model?” he asked. I nodded. “Come, come.” He gestured, leading me behind the canvas where I found a long white couch. To my surprise I saw a man sitting on the couch. He was young, probably 20 or 21. I could tell even through his shirt that he had a nice body. He had blond surfer hair and deep brown eyes. “This is Jordan, he is your partner.” Jordan stood up and shook my hand. “My partner?” I asked confused, nobody said anything to me about a partner. “Yes, yes. You will be posing with him. I hope there’s not a problem.” I shook my head. “No, it’s fine.” “Well I’ll leave you two to introduce yourselves; we will need you out there in about 5 minutes. Leave your clothes on.” He left, leaving me alone with Jordan. “So uh…is this your first time?” he asked. “Yes, what about you?” Just the thought of modeling naked with this man beside me was making me excited. “Second time, I was here last week, alone.” I nodded as I heard a voice calling for us. Mark, the instructor instructed me to remove my sweater and stand on the canvas. I was still wearing jeans, boots and a thin white tank top. Jordan was positioned behind me with his arms wrapped around my stomach, lifting my shirt up almost exposing my bra. The group took a few minutes taking various pictures in similar poses. Mark then instructed both me and Jordan to remove our shirts. I saw that I was indeed right and Jordan had a very nice body! We were positioned barely even touching, his right hand just on my lower back. His hand was warm and relaxed me. Soon the time came which I knew would when Mark asked me to remove my bra. My nipples hardened instantly when they were exposed to the cool air. I saw Jordan glance down at them briefly then avert his eyes. We were then positioned similar to the beginning with his arm across my breast. I could feel |
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