Private Exhibition

Few are the times you find yourself absorbed in musings, so concentrated on the task at hand that time flies with ease. These moments are valued; you consider yourself quite the creative, after all. This was not the case with “Drawing 1.”

Calling the course an elective would be a stretch. Every other class at the time was filled so you were left with no choice. There is a beauty to the drawing process and you would never deny that. The problem is that, out of all your creative outlets, this is not one of them. You don’t despise it per se, but being graded on one of your weakest skills is not your preferred choice. It could be considered a fun challenge in any other circumstance too, but academic stress begged to differ and you were left with a sour note at the beginning of the year. Inspiration, though, still found a way. Your interest in the class began when the dainty figure walked in.

“Alright everyone, this is Luda,” your professor stated. “She’s from the neighboring drama department and will be our figure drawing model during the coming weeks.”

Your inspiration was at its height throughout the course. The perfect model wasn’t unapproachable, anything but—you struck up more than simple conversation when opportunity showed. An intriguing, voyeuristic rapport developed between you as time passed which culminated in tandem with academic endeavors. The model likes to be watched—self-evident, but turns out it’s your gaze she prefers.

You eye Luda, carefully so, and take in the fine details that her graceful frame provides. Routinely propped up in the middle of the classroom, her mien is akin to a doll. Soft, delicate poses are the usual focus. They draw academic attention to the play between light and shadow yet you always focus on the more tangible details of her body.

Luda is on the center table today, like most other weeks. Unlike other times, though, you join her in a nude display. The mutually-hosted exhibit is for no eyes but your own. Thankfully, semester’s end ensures a (mostly) vacated building and that this performance stays private.

Her pose, often directed and deliberate, is unrestrained and self-serving. Luda lies face up at the edge of the table with the back of her thighs aimed towards the ceiling. Her calves and feet are pointed at you, toes curled due to the pleasure her own hand produces. You sit in front of your subject, like many times before, yet find yourself unable to focus on the intricate details that her body presents on account of your own pleasure experienced. Much like her gentle hand that runs circles around her mouthwatering pussy, your own tenderly caresses your stiff cock. You tease and display for each other during the course of an hour; the common interest in withholding orgasms a tantalizing game.

Luda’s supple flesh offers avenues for your eyes to travel and guide your sight to her most desirable locations. Her legs, nonchalantly folded and dangling at the sensations of pleasure, lead your gaze towards the main performance. Her folds are covered in arousal. Each elegant finger continues to spread the juice around the pulsing clit. Below, her puckered hole, which also throbs at the impending orgasm she pursues to delay. Her navel comes into view next—a canvas you have come to know and prefer over the academic. Above that, her pretty tits. Deliciously taut nipples adorn her flushed chest as it rises and falls with Luda’s heavy, lascivious breathing. Finally, her desirous visage. Her neck cranes, likewise seeking to observe the show that you reciprocate.

Similar to Luda, your orgasm will arrive sooner rather than later. The near hour-long venture has you both giving in to each exhilarating wave of pleasure as it comes. Your cock throbs bright red, barely able to contain itself within its own skin. With each stroke, you continue to spread the precum that leaks out of your swollen cockhead without end. You use your free hand to fondle your balls; the hypersensitive sensation is heightened by the anticipated finale. At this point, you would take anything to delay the inevitable. You become euphoric at the sight of Luda’s face, however. Her features lewdly contort as her point of no return approaches.

“Luda, I can’t hold it in any longer,” you manage to hiss through the barrage of incoming pleasure.

“Mhmmph,” Luda whines. “Let’s cum together.”

You stand and tower over the petite woman that lies before you; your stroking becomes unrestricted as you line up with the awaiting canvas below. Not a moment later, Luda erupts into a sublime litany of moans. Her voice shivers as waves of pleasure get sent throughout her lithe physique—this is your queue. Your cock blasts ropes over Luda’s hand. She smears your cum over her ongoing climax as the rest of your seed paints her soft, creamy navel. When it begins to pool around her stomach, Luda gathers even more between her fingers and rubs out the final throbs of her orgasm, mixing your white with her slick. You conclude and squeeze the last drops of cum as your sensitive cock glides around her folds.

Even post-orgasm, the lustful desire she imbues to explore the inviting inside of her pussy makes you ache with temptation; to one day satisfy your wish and paint her walls is not exactly off the table. This is not the arrangement for today, however, and your classroom venture comes to an exhausting yet satisfying end.