Maggie Hill
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Task 5.2 – Tasteful Modeling
🕑 Added 2023-09-13 16:46:06 +0000 UTCLet me just tell you, ouch, if it wasn’t for the fog in my head from my intense sexual frustration, this definitely knocked what little sense I had left, out of me. I opened the door and walked into the classroom like any other student, although I knew, I was about to be dressed very differently from the others. I walked to the back where I assumed the teacher was and was greeted by a teacher who looked not much older than I was.
“Hi, I’m Sarah, you must be Maggie?”
“Oh, um, hi, I was actually looking for the teacher, are you her teaching assistant?”
She laughed, “oh, um no, I just don’t like people calling me by my last name, it makes me feel old so everyone calls me Sarah, even my students.”
I blushed feeling kind of embarrassed, “sorry, um, this is my first time, so I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do.”
“That’s ok, changing room is in the back, there is a robe there if you didn’t bring one yourself, don’t worry I just cleaned it this morning and I’ll introduce you when we’re ready to begin.”
I blushed again at the thought that not only had I assumed something totally wrong because of her age, but she was about to see me completely naked on top of that. I knew humiliation was slowly becoming one of my kinks, but at this point I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
I walked out and into the changing room, I looked around the classroom as I did and although I felt like all eyes were on me, most of students were just chatting or at their desks starring at their phones. I only thought maybe one or two eyes were on me, but my growing fear that I was about to be naked in front of my peers is what made me believe that.
Being alone in the changing room was the first time I had a moment to really think about it. All I came with was my usual hoodie, shirt and cargo shorts and decided underwear would just add to the time I needed to undress and even more time for me to think of things. My hands shook as I took off my hoodie and wouldn’t stop as I undid my shorts and let them drop to my feet. When I finally took off my large baggie shirt, I was truly naked and looking down my arousal was unmistakable. My nipples were hard and pointing, I could also feel how wet I was now that the cold class air was touching my body. I almost worried that steam was coming off of my lap with how hot it felt.
I almost walked out of the changing room forgetting the robe, but as I opened the door, I took it off of the hook and slipped it on, hoping no one had seen me before I closed it. Not like that was going to matter anyways, since I was about to take if off anyways. I was starting to worry that my arousal was not going to give me enough courage to complete the task I had given myself, each step feeling like a walk to the firing squad. I couldn’t even bare to look around out of fear that someone I knew was in the class and I was about to show them something that no one else had really seen.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at that class, I felt like I was about to be sacrificed and everyone was grinning at the pure virgin about to meet her end.
“Hi everyone, welcome to another great algebra class,” everyone burst into laughter, “oh wait, that’s thursady, welcome to,” Sarah put on her glasses and looked at her clipboard, “the art of drawing.”
For a second, I felt relieved, like all the tension in the room suddenly left and I felt normal, even for just that second.
“We have our model Maggie here for today, who will do a few poses, be nice, this is her first time and like some of you know, it can be a little intense, please make her feel as welcome and comfortable as possible,” she put a hand on my shoulder and the warmth felt calming.
“Here let’s start simple and have you take a seat,” I went to remove the robe, but she stopped me, “let’s start with it, I’ll help adjust, that way you can feel comfortable as we move forward.”
By move forward, I know she meant, me get naked, but it sounded better the way she said it, professional and almost medical, less like a trashy strip club. I walked over to the seat on the stage in the middle of the room and she again, put her on my shoulder and slowly pushed me down into a seating position, something that felt, a little, dominant from where I sat. Causing me to blush for a third time from her actions as it slightly aroused me from the pressure she put on my skin.
She came in front of me, “don’t worry, just breathe, and hold the pose, if you need to stop at any time just say something, I’ll be right here,” she adjusted the front of the robe opening the v-shape in the front until the tops of my cleavage was visible.
She then reached down and adjusted the bottom of my robe until my legs were exposed as well, nothing you wouldn’t see on a beach, but I was starting to feel a bit more exposed than the others in the class. The longer I sat, the more I worried though that my nipples were hard enough that they were poking through the fabric and even though the wetness was still being kept well hidden, I swear I could smell myself and hoped no one else had noticed. All the time still not having the guts to look up at the faces around me. The faces that were so intently scanning, critiquing and studying every inch of me as they drew it to paper.
“Ok, time for the next step,” Sarah walked in front of me again, “you’re doing great, we’re going to go a bit further now, just let me know if I need to stop.”
Her hands pulled the knot at the cloth holding the robe together and I felt it come loose. She held onto the front by my chest and began to slowly open it, her hand accidentally brushing against my sensitive nipple, a gasp escaping my lips before I could stop it, another blush proceeding it. For a second, I thought she blushed, but I think she was more focused on the task at hand I hope she missed the moan.
My breasts became exposed, their paleness almost the same color as the cream robe, she opened up the bottom exposing my pussy, “spread your legs just a little please,” I did as she told me, feeling shy as she was so close.
She hung the robe slightly over my left leg, covering my pussy as well, it was tasteful and not lewd as I was exposed but my pussy was still covered. This time she didn’t say anything else, but got up and walked back over to her chair, allowing the students to start again.
