Dirty Imagines

After class you head to the bulletin board to check if anyone has posted any help wanted ads. Classes are more expensive than you had originally thought. Your part time job just isn't covering it all. You find an add looking for models and grab it off the board. According to the ad the hours are good and wouldn't conflict with school or your other job. You call the number and they give you time to come in to talk to someone.You show up a little early and fill out the application. They take it from you and ask you to follow them to a room where they take a few pictures of you and instruct you to take a seat back out in the reception area.
Thank goodness you don't have to wait long, you have to bar tend tonight and the tips are too good to pass up an extra night. You're taken back to an office. There seated, is a beautiful lady and enormously handsome man. Your introduced to the two of them and told about what all the job entails.
This will be modeling for a class of art students. The instructor, Zayn Malik, the handsome man sitting to the side.
You feel him studying you as you sit there being interviewed by the lady, it makes you somewhat self conscience. He gets up and walks around taking a look at you from the other side, then stands behind the lady, looking at you head on.
He comes to you and places his index finger under your chin lifting it up and tilting your head to each side. He nods signaling you are acceptable.
"First class is tomorrow. Be here at 7 PM and arrive a little early so we can have everything ready for you"
"What do I wear?"
"Doesn't matter"
You shake each other hands and leave happy. Extra money and a good looking teacher to top it off.
You arrive 15 minutes early. No definite time was given so you hope 15 is plenty. You follow the map you were given and find the room.
You turn the nob and stick your head in timidly checking to see if you have the right room.
You see Zayn setting up art easels, paints, charcoal and pastels out and around. He walks over to you and places his hand in the small of your back showing you to the changing area. He points you to a changing room, the door, a curtain. You go in and notice there are no clothes to change into. You step out and his back is to you, he's looking for something.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but there is nothing to change into"
"No ma'm there isn't for a nude modeling class"
He sees the apprehension cross your face and walks to you.
"Dont think of it as your naked in front of everyone. Think of it as your body is art and they are merely interpreting your body as art. Everyones interpretation will be different. This isn't for sex, it's art. Will it be sexy and provocative? If it is interpreted that way, but its art. Just relax, we'll help you find the right pose. All you have to do is sit there. How many people can make that kind of money just sitting there."
II nod in agreement and am somewhat starting to relax and not feel so self conscious about it.
"Would you like some wine to help you relax?" I nod and take the glass and head back into the changing room.
II undress and put on the white fluffy robe that is hanging in there.
I take a seat in a comfy overstuffed chair and get comfortable. I hear students make their way inn and find a seat. Zayn gets up in front of the class and tells the what they will be drawing today. He speaks of interpretation, sexuality and softness in nude art. I gulp down the rest of the wine, knowing I will be taking my place soon. On cue I make way to the class and go to where I will be seated. I disrobe and take a seat.
Zayn's hands are warm and tender. He pulls my hair around to where he wants it. Adjusts my position to get the lighting effect he wants. My hands are placed in odd places and in weird positions.
"Try to stay as close to this position as you can." He lifts my chin with his finger and winks at me, turns and walks back to an easel.
At first I was somewhat self conscious then it faded away and became somewhat turned on by the idea of people drawing me.
II could feel the heat between my legs spreading to my stomach, it was getting harder to sit still. I had to find to find something to focus on. I looked around the room for something. My eyes land on Zayn as he draws, his eyes dark in concentration. The glance up and see me looking at me, he smiles at me.
I look around more and almost laugh at the boy drawing with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth. The girl who I think is more turned on than I, her face red and movements giving her away.
Before I know it, Zayn stands instructing them to finish up in 5 minutes, class is over. As soon as the last one leaves he walks over and gets the robe and helps put it on me.
I start to move around and walk, working the stiffness of out my body. I go to Zayn as he is walking around to the different easels. He stops at one and motions for me to join him. I stand next to him and cant believe what I am looking at. Its a full body sketch of a beautiful girl, its me. Sexual in the fact that shows the feminine form. I'm in awe.
"Wow", is all I can say. He leads me to another, its just of my hands. They're soft and dainty.
"The rest are the same, all beautiful, each different, the same person."
Then the way he looked at me, I felt it.
"I want to make you art" He leads me to a canvas laying on a table. He takes paints of different colors and pours them out in different areas.
He takes my chin and pulls it up to his lips, kissing me gently. My hands go directly to his hair. So thick, so soft, I could get off just feeling of his hair. His tongue grazes my lower lip, my tongue finding his. He pushes the robe off my shoulders, I stand there exposed to him, not caring. He steps back and removes his shirt, his pants and boxers.
His hands go around my waist lifting me to the canvas. He leans me back climbs up also.
He dips a finger in paint and runs it down my torso. My hands go to his neck, pulling him to me. He finds his way between my legs and enters me softly, but the immense pleasure of it takes my breath away.
His thrusts are slow and momentous. I don't want this to end. His hands find mine and take them above my head, I feel them flow through paint as he guides them.
The movements get sloppy and heated as his thrusts get faster. Our breathing is fast and hitched. i wrap my ankles around his torso pulling him closer to me. My head falls back as I near my breaking point. His thrust slow down instead of speeding up and are full of want. My back arches as I groan and clench around him. His hands bring mine around and he comes, his head between my breasts.
He gets off slowly and helps me down. I laugh at the sight of us covered in different colors of paint.
"We have an art show next week, I'd like you to come. Bring a friend" He says as he shows me to the showers.After I finish showering and dress, I step out and he hands me his card. I smile and show myself out.
I convince a friend of mine from the sorority to come with me. we enter and there are all types of art. I walk around looking at the art, looking for him. I see him, he nods and winks.
I see a group of people standing around a piece displayed on the wall and make my way over. I look at its title before looking at the painting, 'The art of making love'. I look up and I know exactly what it is. The paints swirls and mixing, remind me of that evening. I blush, a fever covering my face. Its as if, everyone is seeing us. I turn, he's looking at me smiling.
I cant stop looking at it. Its absolutely beautiful.
My friend rejoins me and looks at it. "I don't get it".
"You wouldn't"

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