Message-ID: <11150eli$9805111458@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Jonathan Cooper Subject: {Jonath}"Posing: A two-sided story"( MF)[1/?] REPOST <*> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: This is an updated repost of my story previously titled "Posing: a story in two parts". I have corrected a continuity error, improved a little of the dialog (in my opinion) and fixed up the subject line, along the guidelines of the A.S.S.(M.) FAQ. Copyright 1998 by Jonath Responses welcome. Email address: agjonath@ozemail.com.au ************************************************************************ The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read. ************************************************************************ Posing: A two-sided story ============================ The following story describes a sexual encounter between a female artist and a male model. Side I is from the artist's points of view, Side II from the model's. Numbered sections are used to indicate the parallels between the two sides. Any divergence between the two is intentional, in the interests of realism. Side I -- From the artist's point of view ========================================= 1 My name is Dimity. I am a full-time artist. Although I have become reasonably successful over the past few years, I haven't quite attained 'living legend' status yet! This is a story about a recent, rather interesting day in my studio. 2 I was working on a painting with a number of figures, and I needed some drawings to refer to. I had already hired a female model for a number of the figures, and now I needed a male model. Now I don't regard my work as 'traditional' (whatever that means!), but I do believe in the old-fashioned idea that drawing is important for an artist. Anyway, drawing is always good for training the eyes and the brain. So I placed an ad in the local paper for a male model for two hours' work. 3 On the afternoon that the paper came out, the phone rang. "Hello," I answered. "Hello. I'm ringing about the ad for a model." "Yes." "A-am I speaking to the right person?" "Yes, that's right," I replied." "Oh... good. Um, what do you pay?" he asked. "Fifteen dollars an hour, for two hours, undraped." "That's fine..." He paused as though he was waiting for me to ask him something. I obliged: "So, have you had modelling experience?" "Yeah, quite a bit over the last two years. It helps pay for my dance classes." "You study dance. What type?" "Modern." That fact interested me greatly. It meant that he probably already knew something about what I was trying to achieve, about the expressive power of the body. "When are you available?" I asked. "Mornings are best for me." "How about next Tuesday at nine a.m.?" "Sounds good. Let me check......... Yep, no problem." I thought I'd better introduce myself: "My name's Dimity." "Oh, sorry, I'm Nathan." I gave him my address and we finished the call. 4 Tuesday morning was warm, with a light breeze. Nathan arrived at about a quarter to nine. He was young looking, perhaps late twenties, early thirties, wearing jeans and a white tee-shirt and carrying a small pack. He was tall and finely muscled, not muscle-bound. I could see him easily as a dancer. 5 As soon as he came in, he showed interest in my drawings stuck up around the studio walls. "These are great!" he enthused. "Thank you," I replied, not really sure if he really meant it. "Wow, you really understand the human body! It's like the strength of Michelangelo combined with the fluid grace of Matisse." This was someone who knew a bit about art. "Have you studied art?" I inquired. "I started classes a few years ago, but I had to give them up because of lack of money." "That's a shame." "Mmmm... maybe I'll be able to take it up again someday." "I'm sorry that I could only offer you two hours today. Perhaps later, we can see about some extra hours," I explained. "That's OK... Well, are we ready to start?" "Just about," I replied. I indicated a folding screen in a corner and he disappeared behind it and re-emerged a minute later wearing a plain silk robe. 6 I began with a series of five to ten minute drawings. "You can decide the poses ," I said. "If you're finding a pose too much of a strain, just let me know." "OK." "A mixture of standing poses and ones using the stool please," I elaborated. He simply nodded and removed his robe. 7 I liked what I saw! He had long, muscular legs and a tight backside. His poses were just what I wanted: taut yet fluid, his buttocks clenching beautifully whenever he pushed up with his legs. My breathing became faster and I found that I couldn't stop looking at his penis and imagining it proud and erect. (Anyone would think I'd never drawn a male model before!) Occasionally his penis almost seemed to swell slightly, but this was probably my imagination. Suddenly I realised that I hadn't actually been drawing for a minute or so. I wondered if he'd noticed. 8 At 5 to 10, I gave Nathan a five minute break. He wrapped himself in his robe, grabbed a water bottle from his bag and stepped out into the courtyard. Meanwhile, I tried to regain my composure as I looked through the drawings I had done so far. I don't think this worked; I was still as excited and light-headed when he returned. 9 It was time for two half-hour poses, where I explained exactly what I wanted The first was sitting. Then, in the final half hour, I requested a semi-reclining pose. I wanted Nathan's left leg to be a little further over and a little more bent. He started to move his leg in the wrong direction, so I instinctively reached out. As I did, my hand lightly touched the inside of his thigh and brushed his penis. I felt a quivering thrill, like an electric shock, go through my body. At exactly the same moment, his penis jumped to life. Embarrassed but excited, I stepped back, cleared my throat and said "Yes, that'll be fine, I think." I realised I was smiling, but I don't think Nathan noticed. But then suddenly he looked up and our eyes met. He smiled also. I felt my heart begin to pound inside my chest. Then I noticed Nathan's penis jerk upwards again. I kept drawing and gradually, after a minute or so, it started to go back to normal. 10 Unfortunately, 11 a.m. came all too quickly; the two hours were up. I expressed disappointment, saying that I was "just warming up" (in both senses of the word!). "That's all right, We can keep going if you like and you can pay me later for the extra time," he offered. "No, that wouldn't be fair," I insisted. Then I had an idea: "What about an hour's modelling for a one hour drawing lesson?" "Yeah, that'd be great!" he enthused. "Good. Time for another break then." Nathan put on his robe again and slipped out to the courtyard. As he was walking away, I realised that my knickers were wet with cunt-juice, so as soon as Nathan was outside, I took them off. I was about to go look for another pair, but I wasn't sure if I had any others at the studio anyway. I quickly stuffed the wet pair into a drawer with some paintbrushes. 11 The break was soon over. Nathan returned to the studio, removed his robe and we continued, with two twenty-five minute poses. Getting a little bolder, I asked him to sit facing me, with his legs apart, which he did. I tried to be professional, but found it difficult to concentrate on anything but Nathan's cock. I wanted to draw it hard, long and erect, but by now it was flaccid again, although not as much as when we started. So, I decided to draw it from memory. Almost without realising it, I slowly started to touch myself with my left hand, through the dress, and draw with my right. Firstly I stroked my breasts then my tummy and thighs. After a minute or so, Nathan looked up at me and I realised consciously what I had been doing. The effect was clear: an instant and powerful hard-on. Although this wasn't planned, I thought to myself "Why waste this opportunity?" So, I started to draw his cock, with urgent fury. Any self-control I may have had before was quickly slipping away. I went on stroking myself, becoming more and more lascivious. My hand reached down to my knee and started to glide upwards along my inner thigh. As I started to lift my dress, the pencil dropped from my right hand onto the floor. My hand pushed the dress higher and higher until my smooth vulva was fully exposed. (I had been completely shaven for a few months.) I closed my eyes. My index finger moved up and down a few times over my slippery gash, then disappeared into my cunt. Two more fingers joined in, thrusting in and out of my pink hole, up to the knuckles, splashing cunt-juices down my legs and onto the floor. 12 I opened my eyes again and looked over at Nathan and saw him, penis still shiny red, thick, long and erect, staring in amazement at me. There was no turning back: I lifted my dress up and over my body in one swift movement and the two of us were completely naked. As I walked towards him, his cock jerked and twitched excitedly. Encouraged by this sign of desire, I stood above him so that my vulva was very close to his face. I squatted slightly and parted my cunt-lips for him. He licked his lips and moved his face closer to me until his tongue was lapping at my cunt and clitoris. I pressed my hips against his face, moaning in ecstasy. Then I started to squat more, so that his tongue moved over my belly, then my breasts and rock-hard nipples, up to my neck and finally my mouth. I could feel the tip of his cock on my cunt-lips, so I just pushed my hips down further and felt it plunge into me. I pressed my mouth onto his in a long, passionate kiss and pushed my tongue into his mouth. 13 As he pounded his cock in and out, Nathan reached around behind my buttocks and stroked the sensitive area between my cunt and anus, by now flooded with cunt-juice. He squeezed a finger into my cunt alongside his tool, then withdrew it and pressed the tip of it gently into my anus. As he pushed it in and out deeper and deeper, in synch with the thrusting of his cock, the muscles of my cunt grasped him hungrily, then released, then grasped again. I was writhing on his fuck-rod, rubbing my breasts round and around on his chest. 14 "I want your cum spurting up hard into me!" I moaned. "I want you to explode!" As I said this, I reached down with one hand and rubbed my engorged clitoris, which made my whole body start to quiver. As wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me, I touched Nathan's thrusting cock. Well, this was like detonating a bomb: spurt after spurt of lovely cum filled my cunt, as his cock pulsated violently inside me. 15 We held each other close and tongue-kissed deeply and small twitches of his cock released the final drops of cum in my cunt. While his cock was still hard, he thrust in and out a few more times and I could feel the warm, creamy liquid oozing out onto his lap. There must have been a gallon of it because it just kept coming and coming! Over his cock and balls, between his legs and onto the floor. 16 This beautiful lover seemed to be able to read my mind: my nipples were craving some attention and the next thing I knew he was touching them -- stroking, twirling, gently tugging. He bent his head down and sucked them in turn. Delicious waves of pleasure washed over me again, so that all I needed to do was press my clitoris against the base of his cock as he sucked my tits and I was shuddering with orgasm. Eventually, with a squelsh and a wet, bubbling sound, his cock slipped out of me. We laughed and he kissed me again. Slowly, he guided us both down onto the bed. 17 I have no idea how long we stayed like that, bodies pressed together, hands gliding over each other's bare skin. It could have been ten minutes, or it could have been hours. Then I became aware of a beautiful sensation meandering over my skin; I realised it was Nathan kissing me all over, nibbling, licking, sucking me -- from my neck to my breasts, over my belly to my legs, and then up to my craving cunt. His tongue flicked in and out, up and down, and into my hole. I parted my legs wide, pulled my cunt-lips apart with my fingers and pushed my hips upwards against his mouth. 18 Glancing down, I could see his cock was hard again. But now I wanted it in my mouth, so I spun myself right around until it was dangling inches from my face. I lifted my knees up beside my breasts to raise my cunt as high as possible and took his rock-hard cock into my mouth. He continued licking and sucking my cunt and soon climax after delicious climax was washing over me, like waves breaking at the beach. 19 Every now and then, after I had been sucking his cock particularly hard and fast, he would withdraw quickly; I guessed he wanted to save himself for my cunt. I decided I also wanted him to explode in my cunt, so after a while I rolled over underneath him until I was on my hands and knees. I wiggled my hips from side to side to let him knew how much I wanted his cock and within seconds, I could feel it pushing deep, deep inside me. I gasped with the overwhelming sensation of it. He pulled out and pushed back in again at an angle and I could feel the tip of his cock press against the side wall of my cunt. Out and in, out and in, he went on fucking me at different angles and twisting his cock round and round. I rubbed my clitoris and every now and then felt his thick, rippling tool as it entered me. Suddenly -- pow! pow! pow! -- it jerked and squirted its load deep inside me. He pushed even harder and one more powerful orgasm blasted through me. We held each other tightly and then sank together onto the couch and fell into a sweet, sweet sleep. Side II -- From the model's point of view ========================================= 1 My name is Nathan. At the moment I am studying modern dance three nights a week but to earn money, I do modelling and sometime work as an extra on TV. My dream is one day to have my own dance company. 2 A few weeks ago, I was reading the local paper when I saw an ad for a artist's model. It just said "Male model required for 2 hours (daytime) for artist's studio," and the phone number. I had done some modelling at an art school already and didn't mind it, although the pay wasn't that good (about $12 an hour). So, I rang the number. 3 "Hello," a woman's voice answered. "Hello," I said, "I'm ringing about the ad for a model." "Yes." "A-am I speaking to the right person?" I asked. I knew it's sexist but I guess I was expecting a man. "Yes, that's right," she replied. "Oh... good. Um, what do you pay?" I blurted out. "Fifteen dollars an hour, for two hours, undraped." "That's fine..." I wasn't sure whet to say next. I suppose I was waiting for her to ask me something. She did: "So, have you had any modelling experience?" "Yeah, quite a bit over the last two years. It helps pay for my dance classes." "Oh, you study dance? What type?" she asked, sounding genuinely interested. "Modern," I replied. I must have passed the 'interview', because she then asked, "When are you available?". "Mornings are best for me." "How about next Tuesday at nine am?" I checked my calendar. "No problem." "My name's Dimity," she said. "Oh, sorry, I'm Nathan." She gave me the address of her studio and we finished the call. 4 Tuesday turned out to be a beautiful day: sunny and warm, but not too hot. I found the studio about quarter of an hour early. I rang the bell and soon heard footsteps approaching. The door opened and a young, fresh-looking woman, probably mid-to-late twenties, was standing in front of me. She had short, dark brown hair, with a hint of red, and the most amazing, deep blue eyes that smiled and sparkled. She was about 5'4" and was wearing a short, light blue, simple cotton dress. Her feet were bare. 5 She invited me in. Her studio was light and airy and reasonably large, with polished wooden floors. On the walls were scores of figure drawings, male and female. I was really impressed. "These are great!" I exclaimed. "Thank you," she replied, modestly. "You really understand the human body!" I said, "They're strong like Michelangelo and fluid like Matisse." "You know your artists then?" she smiled. "I started classes a few years ago, but I had to stop because I couldn't afford them." "That's a shame," she commiserated. "Mmmm... maybe I'll be able to take it up again someday." "I'm sorry that I could only offer you two hours today. Perhaps later, we can see about some extra hours," she explained. "That's OK..." I said. "Well, are we ready to start?" "Just about," she replied, pointing to a folding screen in a corner. I went behind it and took off my sandals, tee-shirt, jeans and underpants. I reached into my bag and pulled out my robe, which I wrapped around me as I re-emerged from behind the screen. 6 Dimity began with a series of five to ten minute drawings. "You can decide the poses," she said, "some standing and some using the stool." I knew exactly what she wanted, so I simply nodded, removed my robe and took the first pose. 7 Even though Dimity was supposed to be looking at me, I found I couldn't help noticing her body: Her legs, for example, were shapely but strong, like a dancer's. I began to daydream, as I often do when modelling. I imagined the two of us dancing together. In my mind, we moved closer together and the dance began to get hotter and raunchier. Suddenly, I felt my penis twitching and realised I was getting a hard-on! Luckily, I could see by the small clock on the table that it had already been about ten minutes, so I quickly changed pose so my back was facing her. By now, my penis was fully erect and bright red. Gradually, as I forced my mind to think of non-sexual things, it returned to normal. 8 At 5 to 10 she gave me a five minute break. I wrapped myself in my robe, grabbed my water bottle and stepped out into a small courtyard next to the studio. The silk of the robe against my bare skin was very sensual, especially with the occasional cool breeze making its way in from below. 9 When I came back in, it was time for two half-hour poses. This time, Dimity explained the poses she wanted The first was sitting. For the last one, she wanted a particular pose, a semi-reclining one, probably for a painting she was working on. She wanted me to move my leg a bit further over and bend it a little more. I was starting to move it, when she suddenly reached out her hand, presumably to guide it into position. It touched the inside of my thigh and lightly brushed my penis. Immediately, I felt a thrill, like an electric shock, go through my body and my penis jumped to life. Dimity seemed embarrassed; she stepped back and said, "Ahem, yes, that'll be fine." I knew there was no way I could hide the erection and I had to keep the pose, so I just sat still, trying to think of baseball games and baking bread, waiting for it to go down. Suddenly I looked up and saw her smiling at me! I smiled back but my heart was pounding inside my chest. My penis jerked upwards again and I saw her eyes glance down at it. I also noticed her nipples making little, hard bumps through her dress, as she kept drawing. Gradually, after a minute or so, my penis started to go back to normal. I decided that it was safer to keep my eyes closed from now on! 10 It was soon 11 a.m.; the time was up. Dimity expressed disappointment, saying that she was "just warming up." I wondered exactly what she meant by that! "That's all right," I said, "We can keep going if you like and you can pay me later for the extra time." "No, that wouldn't be fair," she insisted. She paused for a moment and then she said, "What about an hour's modelling for a one hour drawing lesson?" Drawing teachers earn much more per hour than models, so I knew it was a good deal. "Yeah, that'd be great!" I said enthusiastically. "Good. Time for another break then." I put on my robe again and slipped out to the courtyard. There I thought about the last two hours, about Dimity and her incredible beauty. The tip of my penis started to push at my robe, making a small, wet patch. I felt a little ashamed: male models aren't supposed to get hard-ons; it just isn't professional! 11 When the break was over, I tried to compose myself and returned to the studio. I removed my robe again, making sure to hide the wet patch, and we continued with two twenty-five minute poses. Dimity asked me to sit facing her, with my legs apart. I closed my eyes and assumed the pose with my eyes closed. After a minute or so, I heard a very faint sound, an almost inaudible "mmm". I opened my eyes to see what it was and saw the most amazing sight! Dimity was touching her breasts and tummy. Any sense of self-control was now out of the question: I got an immediate and powerful hard-on! But then Dimity started drawing furiously and I concluded that she had deliberately excited me so that she could draw my penis erect. My first reaction was anger at being manipulated, followed quickly by erotic desire at her unashamed sexual interest, specifically in my naked body. A small drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip of my penis, then rolled off the shiny, purple head and stretched out in one long filament all the way to the couch. Dimity continued stroking herself, with her eyes closed, becoming more and more carried away. Her hand reached down to her knee and started to glide upwards along her inner thigh. She started to lift her dress and at the same time her pencil dropped from her right hand onto the floor. Her hand pushed her dress higher and higher and higher. The next moment I realised two things: firstly she wasn't wearing any knickers, and secondly she was completely shaven. Her index finger moved up and down a few times over her slippery gash, then disappeared into her cunt. Two more fingers joined in, thrusting in and out, up to the knuckles, splashing cunt juice down her legs and onto the floor. 12 She opened her eyes and looked at me, my penis still rock hard and shiny, staring in amazement at her. She lifted her dress up and over her body in one swift movement and the two of us were now completely naked. She walked towards me until her beautiful, smooth crutch was just ten inches or so above my face. She squatted slightly and parted her cunt-lips. I was overcome by a very strong desire to taste her: I licked my lips and moved my face closer to her until my tongue was lapping at her cunt and clitoris. She moaned and pressed her hips against my face in ecstasy. Then she started to squat more, so that my tongue moved over her belly, then her breasts and rock-hard nipples, up to her neck and finally her mouth. Just then, I felt the wet warmth of her cunt engulf my cock and the sweetness of her mouth envelop mine in a long, passionate kiss. She fucked my mouth with her tongue. 13 As I pounded my cock in and out, I reached around behind her buttocks and found the sensitive area between her cunt and anus, by now flooded with cunt-juice. I felt my own hard cock slithering in and out, then squeezed my middle finger deep into her cunt alongside my tool. I then withdrew the finger and pressed it gently into her anus. I pushed in and out, deeper and deeper, in synch with the thrusting of my cock. I could feel the muscles of her cunt grasping me hungrily, then releasing, then grasping again. Dimity writhed on my cock, rubbing her breasts round and round on my chest. 14 "I want your cum spurting up hard into me!" she moaned. "I want you to explode!" As she said this, she reached down with one hand and rubbed her clitoris, making her whole body begin to quiver. As a wave of ecstasy washed over her, she touched my thrusting cock. This simple touch was like a trigger being pulled: My cock exploded -- spurt after spurt of cum filled her cunt, as my cock pulsated violently inside her. 15 As my cock kept twitching in her cunt, releasing the last drops of cum, we kept exploring each others' mouths with our tongues and each others' bodies with our hands. I gave a few more thrusts and felt the sticky cocktail of cum and cunt-juice dribble out of her and onto my lap. 16 I was struck by the beauty of her breasts... firm yet soft and exquisitely shaped; I started to stroke and caress them with the tips of my fingers. Interspersed with this, I would pinch each nipple gently, then twirl, then pinch again. After a while, I bent my head down and licked and sucked them alternately. As I did this, she seemed to shudder slightly and moan. Although my cock was getting rather soft inside her, she ground her clitoris against the base of my cock, over and over again, until she reached her climax; her body shaking uncontrollably. Her cunt was squeezing so hard that my cock finally popped out of her with a delicious, slurping sound. We both laughed and then we kissed again. Slowly, and in perfect unison, we lowered ourselves onto the bed, still entwined in each other's arms. 17 For almost an hour, we lay like that, just caressing each other's bodies, feeling each other's breathing in and breathing out. I loved the smell and the texture of her skin, so I started to explore her body with my mouth -- kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling -- meandering from neck to armpit to breast to belly to legs to her sweet, moist crevice. My tongue flicked in and out, up and down, and drilled into her hole. She parted her legs wide to give me better access and pushed her hips upwards against my mouth. She pulled her cunt-lips apart with her fingers and let me see their beautiful, wet pinkness and her hungry, gaping fuck-hole. 18 By now, my cock was fully hard again. She started to wriggle around on her back and I realised that she wanted to taste some cock. She brought her knees right up, beside her breasts, so that her gash was facing the ceiling, and took my hard cock into her mouth. I bent down to tongue her cunt and soon we were sucking and licking each other like there was no tomorrow! Time and time again, Dimity would rock with orgasm, but I managed to pull myself back from the brink a number of times; I wanted to fuck her cunt again. 19 She must have been reading my mind; she rolled over underneath me until she was on her hands and knees, her arse wiggling slightly from side to side, as though it pleading to be pierced by cock. I didn't need convincing: I knelt behind her and pushed my tool deep inside her, right up to the hilt. Relentlessly, I continued thrusting in and out of her cunt -- sometimes from one side, sometimes from the other, sometimes screwing round and round. I could feel her fingers rubbing her clit and occasionally encircling my shaft as I entered her. Suddenly, my cock erupted like a volcano deep inside her; I pushed even harder and her whole body shook violently with orgasm. When the last ripple had subsided, we collapsed, exhausted, onto the couch and drifted off to sleep. (THE END) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----