He wasn't nude. Even though Simon had been extremely keen on going full Monty, I quickly nipped that idea, making him wear skin-toned briefs.
I didn't want the guy I was dating's dick being ogled at. Even though everyone in the class was highly professional, I could still spot a few wide-eyed gazes and embarrassed blushes on a couple of the ladies.
I knew what they were all thinking - 'We've never had someone pose for us who looked likethat.'
Once I could tear my eyes away from Simon's half-naked form, I concentrated on getting the kinks out of my hand.
Usually, when a new model posed for us, I would concentrate on learning their body shape with a few quick sketches: a shoulder, a leg, and the angle of their face.
But I didn't need to do that with Simon. I was lucky enough to know his body inside out. And vice versa.
We had been officially sleeping together for almost a month now. And I could feel our relationship take a new direction. No labels were solidified, but I was enjoying how things were naturally progressing. I had to admit; I felt things for him that I'd never felt before. And they felt suspiciously close to the L word.
I pushed my warring thoughts aside and concentrated on the task at hand.
After Simon moved through a few two-minute poses, he then transitioned to holding them for five minutes.
The atmosphere was relaxed and casual. Whenever I hosted an event, I let my class have free reign. I had planned breaks, but I was flexible with them. If they needed more breaks, I allowed it, and if the model could hold a pose for longer, we powered through for a few extra minutes.
"Okay, guys," I stood and placed my pencils on the seat. "Let's take five before our model heads into their first fifteen-minute pose."
I supplied coffee, water, juice, and cookies, which they all eagerly took advantage of. Meanwhile, I walked around the room, taking in the sketches and chatting briefly with a long-time attendee about her techniques.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Simon taking sips of water and speaking with a few of the other artists. His infectious laugh danced across the room, and I suddenly felt the urge to get the class over with so I could take him home.
"Okay, Simon. Let's move you to your first pose, please."
I switched out my cream pad for a grey-toned one before selecting a black and a white charcoal pencil, wanting to play around with shadows and light.
Simon moved into his first pose, sitting with one leg bent under him and his other knee raised. He made a fist, which he rested under his chin with his elbow leaning on his raised knee.
My eyes ran over his flat stomach and muscled thighs, and I shifted on my chair, clenching my pussy muscles when I recalled those strong legs squatting this morning at the gym. I had been watching him while half-assing on the leg press machine - and I wasn't entirely sure that the wetness I wiped away from my seat was all sweat.
Whenever a model posed, I observed them methodically and with an artist's eye. I had never been turned on before. Until now. Good thing I could do something about it afterward.
As the class progressed, I started to get into the rhythm of sketching, turning my horny brain off as I sang under my breath to the soft rock station I had playing quietly in the background.
The class was ninety minutes, and it was the most fun I'd had hosting. Simon made us all laugh as he came up with outrageous poses, taking advice from other students on how he should move. When they discovered he could also draw, they dragged him into conversations during breaks, asking him his opinion on their techniques.
My man was charming and patient, always up for a laugh, even if it made him look silly. He was so getting lucky tonight.
When the class ended, they all lined up to say goodbye to Simon, hugging him and making him promise to pose again.
When they slowly filed out, I closed the door after them, locking it before I turned to lean against it.
My gaze was trained on Simon - with one mission in mind. He was too busy going through everyone's discarded drafts, unaware he had a very horny woman waiting to pounce.
I approached him like a predator before hopping on the table, making sure to showcase a bit of naked leg.
Simon picked up a drawing and stormed over to me, shaking his head. "Would you look at this? She drew a four-pack. I have six!" He grumbled.
I bit back a laugh at his disgruntled expression. One of the things I now found amusing was how vain he could be. He was still very spoiled and loved his creature comforts and labeled clothing. He always ensured he was well groomed - his hair styled just right and his stubble nicely trimmed. He kept his body lean and cut by following a strict workout routine.
If I didn't appreciate the wonderful qualities he had as a person, I would've rolled my eyes at how affronted he was that Marge dared to draw a four-pack of abs instead of the six he had. Now, I just found it adorable.
"Hmm." I opened the robe he had put back on. "Let me check." I spread my hands over his torso, meeting his heated stare with my own. I traced one square of ab muscle.
"One," I whispered.
