The Fresher, The Artist, and His Wife (Closed)

[Tio_Narratore]

“Well, Andrea,” Georgia began, “in the right - or wrong - context, nudity can be very arousing. But I will say, nudity and I have a very strange history.”

“As I told you before, I was raised in a wealthy family, and there were problems with that. A major one was my mother. She judged everyone by their clothes. Even her children. From the time we each turned si, my older sister and I had to choose our outfits and present ourselves to Mother for her approval - or disapproval. And for as long as I can remember her comments about other people were always about their clothes. She judged people’s worth entirely by the clothes they wore nothing else mattered”

“And so I came to hate clothes. And to hate being with other people, knowing Mother would be telling all about what their clothes said about them. I discovered books. And art. Stories and pictures of people that showed other aspects of people. And so I read a lot and looked at lots of art books. And Mother would try to stop me. She’d tell me reading would hurt my eyes and then I’d have to wear glasses. And glasses never looked good on a woman, according to Mother.”

“I ended up having to sneak my reading. I’d wait in my room at bedtime until I was sure Mother was through for the night, and I’d gt a book from my hidden stash. Then I’d take off my ‘designer’ pyjamas and read naked until I was too tired to continue. Then I’d hide the book again, put on my ‘jamas, and go to sleep. Nudity then was freedom for me, freedom from my mother’s view of life.”

“I was back in clothes when I went off to college, though. I wasn’t into public or even sexual nudity then. It was still just a private freedom for me. It was hard working low-paying long-hour jobs, though, and when I saw a student job modelling in the art department for a decent wage, I applied. The Chairman warned me it was nude modelling, but that it was purely artistic. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t embarrassed about nudity, and the pay was good. I took the job.”

“I found it a bit intimidating at first. I’d make it easier for myself by imaging I was in my room reading. The art teachers helped me learn how to be a good model. There’s a lot more to it than just being naked. As I became more professional about it, I was able to pay more attention to the student artists. It was purely artistic? Maybe, but art is sensual, and the students - male and female - clearly had more than the Old Masters on their mind when they sketched or painted me. I started finding it arousing as well, knowing the students were looking at me and getting aroused. It gave me a whole new view of my body.”

“I became such a good model that I was “promoted” to modelling for the grad students, and that’s where I met Edwin. It was strange when I first set eyes on him. I instantly became more aroused than I ever had before, and I hadn’t even taken off my robe. And his eyes! No student had ever looked at me like that, not even with my clothes off. I was smitten, and I loved it. And we’re still together. And I still pose for him.”

“Does that answer your question?”

Edwin called them to dinner a few minutes later.

“I hope he isn’t expecting us to come in completely naked,” she laughed to Andrea.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Ha ha, what a shock that would be!" Andrea grinned, relieved that Mrs Howells wasn't making a challenge of it. It felt like a great relief as they stood, collecting their glasses and moved towards the kitchen, Andrea carrying her discarded t shirt and bra.

"I never had anything like that experience, Mrs Howells. To me clothes have always been right, proper, correct, safe, appropriate. I've never had anything to rebel against. My folks aren't at all wealthy but we never needed for anything. They're decent kind people just like you and the Prof. You'd all get along really well, probably."

They put down their glasses on the counter.

"But from what you said, it was other people seeing you sexually that lead to you crossing into a sexual experience while posing? I guess I always associated being naked with sexual attractiveness, sexual desire. Like getting my tits out back there, I just assumed you and Prof Howells would see me as a sexual young woman partially naked, hopefully attractive, and that you'd feel a sexual intierest in my naked tits. That's a lot of what I enjoyed about doing it. And responding to your challenge, and the added challenge of challenging myself."

At that Andrea knew there was a nagging in the back of her mind. Well nearer the front really. It kept saying, 'Coward! Avoiding the challenge! Chicken! Not brave enough! Not even where it's safe!'

"Damn and shit!" Andrea burst out. "I'm sorry, Mrs Howells, but I can't do it. I really can't. It's just too much."

Putting her top and bra on the back of a kitchen chair for a moment, Andrea unsnapped her jeans, unzipped and drew them down her legs, hooking her fingers in her briefs at the same time. Everything came down baring her dark trimmed landing strip and legs while Mrs Howells watched with an inscrutible look. Andrea pulled her feet free, leaving the shoes behind, and linking her arm in Mrs Howells' they continued through to the nook for dinner.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Mrs. Howells may have been inscrutable to Andrea, but she knew exactly what she was seeing: a young woman discovering herself, discovering her freedom. And she was pleased with what she saw.

“Yes, Andrea, you are an attractive young woman, and sexual attraction isn’t just in the body or the face. It’s in the spirit. And you are very attractive. Didn’t you see it in Edwin’s gaze.”

She paused, holding Andrea back just at the kitchen doorway.

“We’ll do this together.”

And she undid the belt of her shirt waist dress and then wriggled completely out of it. Off with her panties and shoes, then, and she put her arm around Andrea’s shoulder, pulling her gently into a hug, their breasts pressing against each other’s.

“Now, I don’t know if it’s the caipirinha talking or the caipirinha letting you talk, but either way, you’ll have learned something. And in the morning you’ll understand a little more about yourself and the world.”

She gave the girl an affectionate little kiss on the forehead.

“Now, let’s go to dinner and see what Edwin can learn.”

As they stepped into the kitchen, Edwin’s eyes lit up.

“I never expected . . .” he exclaimed. “But I am delighted. Such beauty and radiance to grace me at dinner!”

He pasused.

“I seem to be a bit over=dressed,” he said, and immediately doffed his slacks and boxers. Kicking off his sandals, he escorted his companions to the nook and plated their dinners.

He stared intently at Andrea.

“I’m still going to ask you in the morning, but I so hope it will still be ‘yes,’ that you’ll sit for me. My god! What a body and soul! I only hope I have shill enough to capture it.”

With that, he poured wine all around and offered a toast.

“To the fates, for the incredible gift they have delivered unto us as houseguest!”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The dinner was delicious, the wine lovely, and the company outsanding.

There was a wonderful atmosphere as they shared the meal together and banter flowed freely around the table. It was refreshing and a kind of release to dine naked, and Andrea loved it. She had mostly recovered from the alcoholic deluge her head had received from the two cocktails, and the wine didn't seem to be giving her a headache. It was perfect.

"Now that this challenge is met, I take it we won't be naked for dinner every night?" she asked lightheartedly, raising her glass in a toast to her nude companions.

"And you're not home nudists, so I imagine its conventional clothing from now on?"

Andrea chuckled quietly, "of course, being nude at home would have helped ease my limited wardrobe problem, but not when I have to go in for lectures and library time!"

Andrea then asked Prof Howells about the picture he was currently working on, and asked Mrs Howells about her latest project at the University Library.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Conventional clothing is fine. Or you can wear a ball gown if you prefer,” offered Mr. Howells. “We have no standards here. But I must say, this nudity is quite enjoyable. I rather like the way it feels on me, and most definitely the way it looks on you, Andrea.”

He continued, “I believe Mrs. Howells is given to doing housework au naturel. Is that true, dear?”

Georgia smiled. “Yes, Edwin. I find housework a bit of drudge, and doing it naked gives me a sense of freedom. You should try it when you’re cleaning or doing laundry.”

“I would,” he replied, “but I’m afraid that if you saw me you’d be overcome by lust and ravish me on the spot. Then no work would get done.”

“In short,” Mrs, Howells said after the laughter had quieted, “feel free to wear whatever you want, or not wear, as ever you prefer, Andrea.”

“Now, Andrea, my current canvas,” began Edwin. “It’s a nude of a student of mine. Shes posed for me before, and asked me to do a special painting of her. She’s chubby and almost pink of skin with golden hair and blue eyes. She’s having me paint her in the style of Fragonard, Rococo and very romantic.

“And for me, dear,” Georgia began, “I’m doing a complete evaluation of the Fine Arts holdings in the library, to weed what’s not needed and order what the collection needs. I’ve been assigned an intern for the project, a rather good-looking MLS student, and I hope he won’t distract me. . . At least not too much.”

“And for yourself, Andrea. What are you looking forward to this virgin semester? I know you’re strapped for cash, but avoid taking a job if you can. You want to make study your priority now,”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea nodded and smiled, listening carefully and learning more about her hosts, her mentors.

"This virgin, untouched semester?" Andrea repeated. "This semester I'm going to concentrate on keeping up. I was told that if you fall behind with reading and assignments at the start of the year you never catch up. So that's probably my main priority.

Other than that it's to learn more about myself, push my limits and accept the right challenges to keep my mistakes to a minimum, and do my best to be a credit to you guys, enjoying life, sampling its delights and new experiences."

She was going to need to buy more clothes at some point, and pretty soon she'd be needing her copies of texts. Apparently many of the ones in the University library couldn't be taken out, so you either needed your own or had to fight for of the copies and study right there in the library. That was fine during the day but wouldn't work in the evenings.

So although they said she shouldn't get a job, money was going to be an issue. No way could she mention though in case they offered to buy her books for her. But she had to be independent and stand on her own resources. Which meant getting resources. Oh well, not a problem for right then.

After the evening naturally drew to a close she helped them clear away, enjoying for the first time the sensation of doing chores naked, and went up to her bed, previously shed clothing bundled in her arms. She needed a good nights sleep.

Lets see what tomorrow brings, she thought. Will there be any regrets?

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Did you see Andrea’s face when I said she shouldn’t take a job? The thought really upset her. I guess she really does need money. Maybe we should let her stay for free.”

“I don’t think she’d accept that,” Edwin replied, “she seems dead set on making her own way.”

“There must be something we can do.”

Georgia paused to give it some thought.

“I know! If she’s still willing to model for you, you could pay her.”

“I was going to anyway. I always pay when someone models for me. You know that.”

“Yes, but maybe you could pay her a bit more.”

“Sure, but it would have to still be reasonable. Otherwise she’d see it as charity. But even at that, I could only use her for a few hours each week. She could get up to twelve hours a week in the life classes, but she’d have to be a good model.”

Edwin lay on his back in the bed.

“Well, she could get her experience sitting privately for you.”

Georgia had climbed into bed and was straddling Edwin’s thighs while playing with his cock.

“C’mon Edwin, get hard for me. I don’t want to waste tonight’s nudity.”

She leaned over and held his organ up for a warm kiss on its tip, then sucking it slowly between her lips. It stiffened in response.

Edwin sighed as he placed his hand on the back of his wife’s head to encourage her. His breaths were becoming fast and shallow as he said, “You could teach her. You’re still a great model.”

Georgia left off her mouth music, straightening up and guiding her husband’s erect organ into her pussy.

“Yes, I could do that,” she said as she rose and lowered herself over his shaft. She bent over so her head was beside his and she whispered in his ear.

“I could teach her to fuck you, too. You saw that sweet young body of hers, those girlish boobs. That nice round ass. Those luscious lips. You’d love to have all of her holes, and paint her too, wouldn’t you?”

Her speed increased as she spoke, and it wasn’t long before they both came. Georgia rolled over and nestled next to Edwin.

“Good night, dear, she whispered, and may all your dreams be wet.”

He laughed and kissed her goodnight.

Next morning, Georgia was up first, and she found Andrea already in the kitchen.

“It’s Friday. My day off,” she noted. “Time for house work and such.”

She was dressed for it as well. Just as she had told Andrea, she was there in the kitchen as naked as the night before.

She’d let Edwin ask her about posing, and offer her the pay, but she did want to talk to her new boarder. Woman to woman. She felt that would put less stress on Andrea, but still challenge her.

“Please, Andrea, if you will, tell be about your love life. I’ll tell you about mine, and I’ll go first if that makes you feel more comfortable. But really. I haven’t been able to talk sex casually with a young woman since our daughter went off to Europe.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea smiled at Mrs Howells, "My love life?" she repeated, noting the older woman's easy going casual nudity. "Well there isn't really a great deal to tell. But you know, I do detect another of your subtle challenges, Mrs Howells. You don't need to go first to make me feel more comfortable. I accept the challenge and will tell you everything you want to know about my love life." Andrea's eyes twinkled in enjoyment.

"You know, all that drunken stuff I was spouting last night, I still remember pretty much what I said and in the cold light of dawn," looking out of the kitchen window and back again, "I stand by it. I think you were right. That brazilian cocktain simply let out what was already there. I meant everything and have no regrets. It was rather fun having dinner naked!The sponteneity made it kind of erotic, and I liked that."

While talking Andrea was pouring milk onto a bowl of cereal, and gestured to where she'd put the coffee machine on.

"Would you like one?" she asked, filling two mugs and putting the milk away. "I was going to take the Prof one if he was up? Oh and talking of Prof H, is his studio class in the University or his studio? I wasn't sure if he was at home or college today?"

She looked down at what she was wearing, a loose white thin t shirt over yellow briefs. "I wore the briefs to bed, I was a bit moist last night and didn't want to dirty the sheets, ha ha, but the t shirt I put on this morning in case you had early visitors or the postman came or whatever. But I don't really need them, do I?"

And without ceremony or embarassment Andrea lifted the t shirt off and dropped her briefs, draping both on the back of her chair and stting down to breakfast, naked. She passed Mrs Howells a coffee.

"Oh, by the way, I thought I'd join you in housework today, see the routine, how you like to do things, help whenever I can?"

She then talked about her love life, eating cereal and drinking coffee in between comments.

"So yeah, I'm not a virgin but had only a few lovers so I'm not really very experienced in sex, mostly legs apart on my back under some boy I thought liked me, being fucked fast only for him to cum before I really got into it.

I've given a few handjobs which were nice, because I could control the pace and enjoy the sensations, the feel and smell of a hard hot cock. A couple of times I made the boy erupt all over his own clothes, cum splashing everywhere, but that was before I learned the signs. I've also given a few blowjobs, not many, but I liked those too, the tastes are so varied, cock, cum, smells are stronger as well.

But that's about it. No actual love, no real crushes, except maybe for a swim teacher in school, just the tiniest bit of sex and a lot of masturbation, ha ha. Is that what you were asking?"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“That’s perfect, Andrea, so normal.”

Georgia smiled at Andrea.

“That’s how it was for me, too. The only difference after I started modelling, though, was just more of the same. ‘Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am,’ is what we called it. And always the same way. The sex was the same with the students and the profs. Only more frequently. The worst of it to me, was the possessiveness. The guys all thought that you were there just for their pleasure. And just for them. The profs were worse than the students; they’d be really mean if they found out ‘their’ mistress was screwing or blowing another guy. I pretty much accepted it as the way things were until I met Edwin.”

“He was so different. He was as interested in my pleasure as in his. He was happy to experiment. We each tried anything the other suggested, and discovered so many things together. And not a possessive idea in his head. He felt the same as me, that no one owned any bit of another’s body and spirit. To control someone else’s life, even just for the sex part of it, was a form of slavery.”

The two women turned towards a noise on the stairs. Edwin was on his way down, dressed only in his boxers.

“Damn!” he declared. “I’ve done it again. Here I am, overdressed for the party once more.”

He quickly slipped off his underwear.

“So then,” he said as he poured himself a coffee, “what have you ladies been up to?”

“I was just telling Andrea what a lousy lover you are, dear.”

“Yeah?” queried Edwin as he put his arm around Georgia’s shoulders.

“You didn’t seem to think so last night.”

He reached down and wrapped his hand around his wife’s breast and squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Georgia wrapped her hand around his flaccid organ.

“What do you mean?” she taunted. “I did all the work!”

They both laughed, and then Edwin addressed Andrea.

“Well? How does it seem in the clear, caipirinha-less light of day, Andrea? Will you sit for me? Portraits?”

He looked into her eyes.

“You have such a wonderful face.”

And then he ogled her naked body.

“And nudes?” he added with a just a touch of lust in his voice.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Ha ha, yes, of course, Professor, portraits certainly. But nudes? I mean, you're so good a painter it'll be obvious to anyone who's met me I'm your subject?"

Andrea thought about it for a moment. About what Mrs Howells had been saying to her since they'd met. Feeling the challenge to herself.

"I really shouldn't let other people make me a slave to their restrictive views of nudity, should I?" she thought some more and made her decision.

"It's still within the safety of this home. I accept the challenge, Prof Howells, I will pose naked for you to paint or draw."

Proud of herself and her decision Andrea sipped her coffee.

"Mrs Howells was telling me about your sex life, after I told about my own rather limited one. I like how you're both into each others pleasure as well as your own, and I'm impressed you experiment so freely, try anything the other wants. You are the best mentors a fresher could have!"

Then connecting the two thoughts as another challenge presented itself, she added,

"Oh and Prof? I'll let you pose me in any way you want, no restrictions from me. Anything you wanna try, I'm up for it."

She smiled at them both, happy and relaxed, comfortable and easy and with friends. This living arrangement was going to be good for her.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Well, thank you for agreeing to sit, Andrea.” said Edwin with a broad smile, particularly at her offer to pose any way he liked. He looked at her with a bit of lust as Georgia spoke.

“And we’re very happy that you’re finding life with us so . . . What shall I say? . . . amenable to you.”

Georgia smiled too, quite pleased with the prospects of Andrea’s company for the year.

“Yes, we are delighted to have been blessed with such an exuberant boarder,” added Mr. Howells.

He continued, “the pay is fifteen dollars an hour, Andrea. And I’ll want to use you for two or three hours a week, if that’s all okay.”

“I’m sure you’ll have more hours some weeks,” Georgia added, looking over the girl’s youthful figure. “I’m sure you’ll engage Edwin’s creative imagination.”

“I’d like to start this evening, if you will, Andrea. Just some portrait sketches to get a feel for your face. An hour or two. You can wear - or not wear - what ever you want. It’s just your face I want for now. And don’t worry about how to pose I’ll take you through that. Just be prepared to hold an expression for up to a half hour.”

“I’ll definitely take you up on the nude sessions. Maybe Georgia can give you some pointers, or even lessons, in posing naked before we get to that.”

“Sure, dear. I can start today while we do house work.”

“And what do you have planned for today?” she asked her husband.

“Classes start a week from Monday. I have to interview the modelling applicants today. Assess them, and then schedule them for the appropriate classes. The scheduling is the hardest, have to work with their availability, our courses and class schedule, and rotate them so their sitting time is spread out over the semester. I’ll be gone all day, I’m afraid.”

“That’s okay. You’re usually in class all day Friday anyway. Andrea and I will be just fine without you.”

“I’m sure you two will have no problem amusing yourselves. But for me! I only have two returning models and only one of the other prospects has any experience. I have an old man and woman - a couple, in fact - but there’s no middle aged male. And the inexperienced young men . . . well, you know the problem they present.”

“I’m sure you’ll take care of it all dear.”

Mr. Howells finished his coffee and got up.

“I’d better get started, though. I’ll get dressed and be off. See you on my way out.”

With that he leaned over and kissed Georgia hard on the mouth, obviously slipping his tongue between her lips. His hand cupped her breast and gently caressed it.

She clearly returned the kiss with a muffled “mmmmmm,” and gave his balls a playful squeeze.

“See you later, Andrea,” he said as he headed up stairs.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Fifteen dollars an hour! Did you hear that, Mrs Howells?" Andrea exclaimed once the Prof had gone upstairs.

"I mean, given I know nothing about posing for an artist, that's amazing! And I could really use the .." she hesitated, quickly swapping 'the money' for, "the experience. It worked for you as a useful job? Who knows, eh?"

It was all quite heady stuff for a girl who only two days ago had been at home with Mum and Dad living a normal sheltered conventional life, and here she was, in a home with people she had only just met, naked again and agreeing to pose naked for Art! She really had come a long way in a short time.

Doing the sums in her head, an average of three hours a week was $45 of course, possibly without tax? That was one or two decent texts a week, way more than she'd need. It might even pay some of her rent. This was really going to work out for her.

"So Mrs Howells, we have all day, a beautiful tidy house to clean, and a lot for you to teach me about posing. I mean, how do you stay still for so long? Can I keep an expression on my face for half an hour? If I take a break, how do I get back into the same position, in the same light? And tonights portrait, I thought I'd wear a simple peach silk scarf I have, draped around my shoulders covering my top? Would that work? Or should I let Prof Howells decide how he wants me?"

With so many questions buzzing through her head, Andrea chatted on all through the morning, full of the joys of dicovery and the growing freedom of becoming her own person.

The only other thing she wanted to know from Mrs Howells was if the Prof ever gave Studio Teaching in his study to students, not wanting to get in the way if ever he was teaching from home.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Andrea is such a delightful girl, Georgia reflected, so exuberant. It’s a real joy to have her here.

“Fifteen dollars an hour is Edwin’s standard rate for a novice model like you, Andrea,” said Mrs. Howells with just a tad of fibbing. “The rates at the school are about the same.”

She laughed a little as Andrea bubbled over with thoughts about modelling.

“I expect it will take some practice at self-control for someone as lively as you to stay still for a five-minute sketch let alone a three-hour formal portrait sitting.”

“But you’ll be able to do it,” she continued. “Edwin won’t expect you to hold any pose for long until you’re more experienced. You’ll be okay, dear.”

“And don’t worry about tonight. He’ll just be doing a lot of quick sketches to get the feel of your face. He won’t even be looking at the rest of you.”

Georgia chuckled as she looked up and down Andrea’s naked body.

“On second thought, I don’t know how he could keep from looking at the rest of you. But still, he’ll be concentrating on your face. All you have to do is be natural, be yourself. He’ll let you know when he wants you to hold an expression, and he’ll adjust your pose a bit if he needs to.”

“And, no, he never gives classes in his home studio, so don’t worry about that.”

Georgia paused for a moment in thought.

“But, you know, if you are interested in seeing how a life drawing class goes, I’m sure he’d be happy to have you sit in on one after the semester gets underway.”

“Now, let’s get to work. There’s laundry to be done first.”

As they gathered up the wash. Mr. Howells rushed down the stairs and shouted a hurried good-bye as he went out the door.

After they had started the washing machine, Georgia smiled at Andrea.

“Time for your first modelling lesson, dear.”

“Just walk around a little. When I stop you, hold the position you’re in at that very moment.”

Andrea began strolling randomly around the laundry room.

“Hold that!” Georgia suddenly exclaimed.

She laughed a bit.

“You have to stop exactly as you are when I call,” Georgia explained.

Then she stepped up to Andrea and put one hand behind the girl’s head and the other under her chin.

“Now, Andrea, let me move your head whichever way I want. Don’t fight it or try to help it. Just let your head be an object for me to manipulate.”

She turned Andrea’s head a bit to the right and lifted her chin to tilt her head slightly upwards.

“Let’s try that again. Walk around and I’ll stop you, and then detail the pose. Keep your head relaxed enough for me to move, but stiff enough to stay where I put it.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

What a morning!

Mrs Howells was great company and they had a hoot mixing the cleaning and laundry chores with modelling exercises.

It was a bit difficult at first to get the knack of letting the older woman move Andrea's head but also stay stiff enough to hold the position. It look a lot of practice and a lot of laughs before Andrea finally learned the balance of muscles and tension needed.

The other bit of fun was trying to freeze in whatever way she was standing or walking when Mrs Howells told her. Whenever she said 'Stop!' or 'Hold that!' Andrea couldn't help completing the move, or overbalancing.

But again practice helped and eventually Andrea was able to do what Mrs Howells wanted.

They talked more about life drawing classes, and Andrea couldn't supress a natural inquisitiveness about what it must be like to pose naked for a whole class, purely out of curiosity, of course.

She was a bit disappointed that the class fee was about the same as what Prof H paid, but didn't dare say anything in case the Howells were actually paying her more than they should.

Over a spot of naked lunch Andrea asked again about the evening sitting.

"So tonight, Mrs Howells, will you be there too when Prof H draws me? It might be nice to have you tell me how to keep the position I'm in? And is it ok if I wear a long t shirt? I decided against the silk scarf. I reckon its not fair on the Prof to be naked, he'll want to concentrate, don't ya think?"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Different people address nude modelling differently, Andrea. Some dissociate entirely, letting their mind put them somewhere else. They tend to be expressionless, and don’t make any eye contact. They’re really only good for figure studies, for students to practice rendering the human body. Other engage with the artists, looking them in the eye and exhibiting feelings. Some of the students, the shy ones, find that disconcerting. But those models are the best for serious work - they help students learn how to render emotions and spirit. And, speaking honestly, many of us feel aroused at being looked at nude. I guess we have a bit of an exhibitionist streak in us. We do have to be careful then not to distract the artist.”

“Now, young lady,” Georgia said with mock severity, “back to work.”

They gathered up the laundry from the drier and brought it to the kitchen to fold.

Edwin would love to see this, thought Georgia as she watched Andrea’s modest breasts jiggle every time she shook out a piece to fold. She became quite aware of bounce of her own, more ample bosom, as she shook out each piece.

Mrs. Howells wondered to herself if Andrea had ever read Burroughs when they sat down to a naked lunch.

“Edwin won’t be working you too hard tonight, I’m sure,” said Georgia. “He’ll start you with a few five-minute motion sketches to warm the both of you up. Then I expect he’ll have you sit somewhere and he’ll ask you to do some things while he watches. When he sees an expression or an angle he wants to capture, he’ll tell you to hold the pose. It won’t be for long, though; he does know you’re new at this.”

“And don’t worry, I’ll be there if you want me, but it will be up to Edwin to pose you if he needs to shift your angle.”

“Wear whatever you’re comfortable in, Andrea. Don’t worry about distracting him. When he works, he’s entirely focussed on what he’s rendering. He finds drawing and painting – in fact, any art – very sensual. He says rendering is like making love to the subject, you explore and discover the lines, the shapes, the masses, the colors, of your subject. It’s a very intimate exploration, and no matter what he’s rendering, it stimulates him. You’ll see how excited he’ll be when he finishes.”

Georgia reached across the table and ran her fingers lightly over Andrea’s cheek.

“He wants to explore your face tonight. You have such an interesting, expressive face. Just relax and enjoy the attention.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The afternoon was as good as the morning.

They completed their chores in an atmosphere of delightful companionship and easy casual nudity, with Mrs Howells taking the role of firm but gentle teacher, trainer, guide, mentor.

As a fresh student it was exactly what Andrea was expecting and wanted, and she soaked up the attention with a relaxed calm enthusiasm.

The modelling exercises were now going much better and Andrea was able to hold even some quite difficult positions when told, enjoying the sensations of another person's eyes on her criitically while she was naked. This was especially true if the position she was holding left her legs apart or drew attention to her breasts. She was discovering the sexual arousal of posing naked, and getting to like it. A lot.

The best sensation, though, was when Mrs Howells actually touched her. Initially that had been moving Andrea's head to the required angle and after a lot of work she acquired the knack. Most pleasing. But that achieved, there were plenty of opportunities for Mrs Howells to begin to do the same with Andrea's body position.

She enjoyed Mrs Howells hands on her skin, moving a leg here, an arm there, adjusting the poise of her shoulders, her back, her chest. Andrea began to ask whether certain positions might be better or easier to hold as an excuse to encourage more touching. It was most satisfactory and a lot of fun.

As the afternoon drew to a close, Andrea went up to her room and dressed in a long cream coloured loose t shirt and returned to the kitchen to make them both a cup of tea and something for Prof Howells for when he came home. At Andrea's prompting they chatted some more about posing in a life class, about how easy it might be for Andrea to be allowed to see for herself a class in action, to observe a professional model present themselves to an assembly of art students and how the Prof taught in that situation. Of how to handle any sexual arousal as a model whether in herself, in the students, or anyone else present.

Andrea thoroughly enjoyed every aspect of talk about nudity and sexual feelings. And she was excited at getting her first sitting as a trainee model.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

It was late afternoon when Prof, Howells returned. He was a bit surprised to see Andrea clothed, but he did like the way the tee clung to her curves. It gave him some ideas for the future.

“How did it go, dear,” Georgia asked after she kissed Edwin hello.

“Not bad,” he replied. “I have a middle aged man now. The older couple brought their son. He’s forty, and in decent natural shape.”

He turned to Andrea as she brought him a snack and a cup of coffee.

“Thank you, Andrea. You know,” he explained, “we don’t just look for beautiful people for nude models. We need all sorts of people so the students can learn how to render real human forms.”

“The couple could use some more money for their expenses. Their pensions aren’t very big. The son’s come to model so his salary will go to them. He’s in the ‘gig’ economy, he says. They’re all quite comfortable with the work. It seems they’ve been nudists for years. I expect they’ll adjust to the modelling.”

“I had to turn down one young man. He seemed to think it was a great opportunity to have some girls appreciate his “gift,” as he put it. I assured him he’d find some interested women elsewhere.”

“Did you get the schedule done?” Georgia asked.

“No. I’ll have to get it finished and out to the models before dinner. I’ll take care of it in the study.”

He sat back.

“But before I do that, tell me how the day went.”

“Oh, we hand a great time,” Mrs. Howells declared. “Andrea is a quick learner, and she’s seems really comfortable with posing. I think she rather likes it. I’m sure she’ll be a fantastic model.”

He could see in Andrea’s eyes that she was pleased with Georgia’s assessment, and that she did enjoy posing as well. He was anxious to start drawing her.

Dinner was a simple affair again; Mrs. Howells had pizza delivered. “We’ve all worked enough today,” she declared. And they ate clothed.

“Maybe we should have been naked,” she opined as they sat to eat. “I expect the delivery boy would have been surprised to find himself in that old cliché.”

Clean-up after dinner was just as simple an affair, and, after coffee, Georgia nad Andrea headed for the living room while Edwin went for his pencils and pad.

“Okay, Andrea,” he said as he sat down. “Just walk around a bit and do anything you like. When I tell you, stop and hold the position you’re in. It’ll just be five-minute gesture sketches to warm us both up.”

Andrea began walking around.

“Hold it!” Edwin called as she adjusted the hem of her tee shirt.

A few minutes of drawing and he told her to start again.

Another “Hold it,” and Edwin made a quick sketch of Andrea turning and looking over her shoulder.

“Can you keep that for another few minutes, Andrea? I want to get a bit of your expression. It’s very interesting, and I want to keep it in mind for the future.”

He finished that sketch, and stopped her twice more before telling her to sit on the sofa.

“Okay, now just relax and chat with Georgia.”

“Hold it now!” he said as they talked, and he could see it surprised his model.

“It’s okay. Just relax and keep talking, We’ll try that again.”

He did get to sketch her as she chatted; she held the animated expression of her chatting long enough for him to capture.

“Good, Andrea. Now keep talking, but move around as you sit.”

She turned a bit towards him, and he shouted “hold that!.”

“Hold on to your face, please. Let me adjust your body.”

Edwin put down his pad and stepped over to the sofa.

“Here, let me move your shoulder this way.”

He turned her left shoulder a little more towards the chair he had been sitting in.

“Now . . .” He tilted her head downwards and pointed her directly at his chair.

“And . . .” He took her right hand and placed it on her left shoulder, close to her neck.

He stepped back a bit, and then swept her hair all to her left side so it fell over her hand and shoulder.

Back to his chair, then, and he asked her to look up a little with just her eyes, not to move her head.

“Let’s see if you can hold this for about a half hour,” he said as he started drawing.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

It took far more concentration than Andrea had imagined, holding the pose, and half an hour was an awfully long time.

Andrea found her mind tending to wander and it took a lot of will power to drag it back to what she was doing. She found herself glancing frequently at Mrs Howells for small nods of encouragement, always careful to keep still and hold position without being stiff.

That was one of the challenges she'd found both from practicing with Mrs Howells and now actually posing for Prof H. How to hold a particular posture naturally, without stiffening up and becoming more of a statue. After all, it was about Life Drawing, ultimately, not just Still Drawing, wasn't it?

Despite how hard it was, it was also fun. Andrea found herself thoroughly enjoying being the focus of attention, the Prof's and Mrs Howells', and couldn't help but wonder what it would be like having a whole studio full of eyes on her. Especially if she were naked.

Before dinner she'd listened with interest as the Prof described his progress in finding Life Models. He seemed genuinely pleased to have the three normal looking people from the nudist family covering old and middle-aged, and male and female. It was pretty clear, though, he still needed younger male and female. Hopefully he'd have some success soon finding the right people.

Andrea didn't want to be pushy about sitting in on a Life Class and repeat the interest she'd already mentioned to Mrs Howells, but she had left her lecture and seminar schedule on Prof Howell's desk in the study.

Andrea was amused by Mrs Howells aside about the pizza delivery to a potentially nude family scene, and was glad she'd put her t-shirt on. It hadn't occurred to her earlier in the day that the Howells might have had visitors while they were naked. She'd have to consider that possibility next time she so casually turned up for breakfast with no clothes on.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Mrs. Howells gave Andrea encouraging glances to help her keep the pose. Mr. Howells looked encouragingly at her as well. But maybe a slightly different idea of encouragement. He could see in her eyes that she was enjoying the attention, the focus on her. And that the focus was on her face, not a leering gaze on her body. Not that he wasn’t interested in her body, that young, nubile form, so appealing for carnal pleasure no, that interest was there as well, but not with a leer.

Her tension, too, was obvious; it wasn’t easy to hold a pose for that long when you’re not experienced. And the Prof. Knew that the physical tension could be arousing. And he hoped it was affecting his subject that way; his creative imagination had already raced ahead to nude sessions, sessions where he hoped to find her arousal and capture it on canvas.

“Okay, Andrea, finished!” Howells announced as he stood up and stretched. “You can stretch too.”

He stepped over to the sofa as Andrea unwound, and turned the pad towards her.

“Here you are. Do you like the way I rendered you?”

It was a very nice thirty-minute sketch her expression seemed perfectly intrigues by something unseen that she desired. It was the image Howells saw in her face, and he had posed her hand and shoulders to emphasize the model’s focus.

As Andrea took the pad from his hands, he walked around the sofa to stand behind her.

“Your shoulders must be stiff from that pose,” he said sympathetically. “Here, let me help a bit.”

He wrapped his hands over her shoulders, massaging them gently at first, but quickly kneading her muscles more firmly, his thumbs in the muscles behind while his finger tugged her skin gently up and down over her collar bones. The massage lightly, almost imperceptibly, raised and lowered her breasts so that her nipples rubbed against the cloth of her tee shirt.

“Is this helping, Andrea?” he asked as he shifted his thumbs to the nape of her neck and continued the massage.

Mrs. Howells sat smiling as she watched Andrea’s breasts rise and fall ever so slightly.

“Yes, dear,” she said, “do get relaxed. I’m sure Edwin will want at least one more pose from you tonight.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea grinned back at Mrs Howells, "Oh I think I can manage one more pose! Especially if I get a nice shoulder massage like this to ease the tension!"

It was a great shoulder and neck rub, and she could feel the stiffness there easing away as Prof H's strong hands unknitted her muscles and tendons.

But it was the added, unexpected caress of cotton on her nipples that completed the pleasurable sensations to perfection, her nipples swelling and puffing in response.

"You have great hands, Professor," she said, looking at her the quick portrait. It wasn't clear if she meant for drawing, massaging, or both. All were true.

"What will you do with this one?" she asked, looking from the Prof to Mrs Howells and back, the tone of her voice making it pretty obvious she'd love to have it if he had no other plans for it.

Laying the pad down, and not interrupting the wonderful job those hands were doing, Andrea carefully stretched her arms out to the sides and then as far back as she could.

She was having the best time. In fact she couldn't remember ever receiving so much attention for such a sustained length of time. She thought she might already be addicted. How far was she prepared to go to repeat the experience?

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“I’ll give it to you, if you’d like it,” the professor said as he enjoyed the sight of Andrea’s stiffening nipples.

“Beginning artists often give some of their works to their models,” he continued. “Sometimes it was the only pay they received. They’d sell them right away for cash, but usually kept some for future sales, when the artist had gained a reputation and his work would fetch a higher price.”

“Feel better now?” he asked as he ended his massage. “Let’s get in another pose.”

Mr. Howells stepped back to the front of the sofa.

“I’d like to do a pencil sketch of you in a classic portrait pose,” he said. “With bare shoulders and a bit of cleavage.”

“I’ll need you to take off your shirt, but I won’t do you nude. Not yet, anyway. Besides, I’ll need you to make a hand bra to get some cleavage. That’ll keep you covered.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea grinned at them both. She really was having the best time living here, and she'd only just begun. It was going to be and amazing first few months.

"He only has to ask and I take my clothes off for him!" and she smiled at Mrs Howells knowing she wouldn't be offended.

lifting the t-shirt by the hem she took it off over her head and dropped it in Mrs Howell's lap.

Cupping her boobs and relaxing her shoulders she faced the Professor, a glint in her eye. He'd said not nude ... YET. What fun!

"So how do I pose for this one?" glancing between the Artist and her experienced Mentor.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“That’s a good start,” Edwin said with a chuckle, “but cupping one in each hand separates them. I want some cleavage here.”

With that, he gently pulled one hand away from a breast and spread the fingers of the other hand over both. Then he squeezed her fingers and thumbs together to press the inside surface of her breasts against each other.

“That’s better,” he declared as he delicately shifted her fingers on her nipples. “We don’t want indentations around your nipples; we want a nice smooth crevasse between your breasts.”

He stepped back.

“You’re squeezing again, Andrea. Your breasts aren’t that big that they’ll escape on their own.”

Then he turned to Georgia. “Show her how to do it. Please, dear.”

His wife quickly pulled off her top and spread the fingers of one hand over her breasts.

“See, Andrea, you just span across and gently pull your boobs together.”

She took Andrea’s hand.

“Here, let’s start all over again. Just follow what I’m doing.”

Georgia let go of her breasts and went through the process again, showing Andrea just how to do it.

“See,” she said to the neophyte, “my tits have perfect cleavage. Now you do it.”

Edwin smiled to see the two women work on breast squeezing, and he got his pad and pencils ready, knowing his wife would have Andrea set up just right.”

 

[AndreaSubbie]

It was rather fun in an erotic way.

Mrs Howells knew what she was doing, obviously, and was a good teacher, but it wasn't quite going right for Andrea.

"Maybe if you hold my boobs for me, Mrs Howells, so I can know how it feels, I'll find it easier?"

Dropping her own hands to her lap Andrea let the more experienced woman demonstrate by holding Andrea's boobs together one handed.

Mm, it felt nice, and a glance at the Professor indicated that he didn't mind the tutorial.

"Ok, I think I got it," Andrea said, and had a go right handed squeezing her own tits together.

"Like this? No indents at my nipples, smooth lines, plenty of cleavage. Do you aprove Professor Howells?"

It felt good to ask a man's opinion of her bare breasts. Even if they were now covered by one hand

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“That’s perfect!” declared Mr. Howells. Hold those lovely young breasts just like that. The cleavage line is absolutely entrancing.”

The sketch took a good bit more than a half-hour; Howells was himself so entranced that he spent time using graphite dust to smoothly model the curved mass of Andrea’s breasts as she held them together. Mrs. Howells absent-mindedly played with her own breasts as she watched her husband lavish his artistic attention on their boarder’s boobs.

“I hope that wasn’t too hard on you, Andrea,” Howells said as he put his tools down and brought the drawing over to his model. “You’re a very good model, with a beautiful face and body to offer an artist.”

“You know, also,” while I was working on the curve of your breasts I couldn’t help but think about how they looked when you pressed your fingers in. The dimples made interesting counterpoints to the convex curves of your whole breasts. Do you have enough stamina left for another drawing?”