Ana's First Nude Art Class - A Webcam Girl Goes Public
Ana was studying at university but spending more time flirting than working. She had already found a way around most coursework - either charming a guy into doing it for her or finding something more interesting to do entirely. She had been a webcam model since her 18th birthday, having decided that if she was going to spend her evenings showing herself off anyway, she might as well get paid for it. She had never been naked in public though. Not even topless at the beach, unlike her sister.
That changed because of a boy.
A friend of hers modeled nude for an art class. She fancied him - enough to sign up just to spend fifty minutes watching him. The class was mixed, about fifty people seated around a raised bed. He walked in, dropped his robe and lay down. When his eyes caught hers she licked her lips, stroked her own chest through her top. She saw exactly what she wanted to see. Nobody in the room reacted. An erection during a life drawing class, apparently, was not unusual. His was different. He was very hard and very obviously thinking about her, unable to do anything about it with a room full of people watching.
What If It Was Her on the Bed?
That question stayed with her. The session had put something in her mind she couldn't dismiss. She was a webcam girl - she had done things on camera that would shock most of her classmates. But that was different. She was alone, in her bedroom, in control of every angle. The art class was different: real bodies, real people in the same room, the smell of oil and charcoal.
She signed up as a model. Thirty people, the coordinator said. No big deal, she thought.
The Morning of the Shoot
She walked in to find thirty seats arranged around the familiar raised bed. Manageable. She was handed a small bottle of oil and asked to prepare herself. She dropped her robe - faster than she expected - and the teacher began working oil into her skin. When he reached her hips she took over, rubbing it slowly into her inner thighs and along her pussy. She was already turned on before the first pencil touched paper.
She lay down, legs together, the classic pose. Then the teacher asked her to open them. He poured more oil directly onto her breasts and between her thighs and, this time, she let him rub it in. She hadn't expected to be aroused by a stranger's hands in front of a watching room. Her nipples were hard. She was wet.
The Room Fills Up
Then the door opened. Fifty more people came in: students she recognised, guys from her faculty, and a team with cameras. Nobody had told her they were filming for the university's art department website.
The teacher repositioned her - back, then doggie, then back again. Music came on. She knew something was about to change.
The door opened again. Her friend walked in, dropped his robe and got onto the bed with her. "Sorry," he whispered. Then his hands were on her, stroking from her breasts down to her pussy.
Blowjob Pose - Hold It
The teacher suggested a simulation for the composition. A blowjob pose. By now he was fully hard and she was so turned on she barely thought about the hundred people watching. She took him into her mouth, moved her hair to one side so nobody missed a frame, and fingered herself while she worked.
Then the teacher asked them to hold the pose for twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes. While people drew. She kept him on the edge, slowly, while the room scratched pencils on paper and phones recorded from every angle. By the time the teacher said they could continue, neither of them were in a position to be subtle about what came next.
Very Quick, Very Necessary
It had been building too long. He pushed inside her and it was over fast - for both of them. He pulled out just in time. Then didn't quite. Came across her face. "Not really so safe," she thought.
She realised she had crossed a line. Technically paid to have sex with a stranger? Her mind flicked to metal bands she sees in concerts with girls paid to do sex shows at the front of the stage. Now she sees it in a new light. Maybe she could?
After
She modeled many times after that. Shared beds with other girls, simulated and sometimes not-simulated sex in front of artists and photographers. She says all of it felt normal after this first session - she had a baseline now, a before and after line she had crossed in a room full of strangers with oil on her skin and a camera pointed at her face.
Nothing came close to that first afternoon, though. She had walked in as a webcam model who had never been naked in public. She walked out knowing exactly what kind of exposure suited her. The kind where a room falls silent. The kind where people forget they were supposed to be drawing.
