How licentious are you?
I think such a question is designed to find out a little about your sexual history, and to be honest I never know why someone would ask it if they’re not sitting with their penis in their hand hoping for a response!
I wouldn’t think this that relevant considering I have already related how each summer we as a family, would assemble at my grandparents farm and for the most part spend the summer naked. To some being naked is licentious!
At school in Naples we had an art club for after school activities. You could model clay, work with various materials, and paint and draw. The school provided everything and the art master would supervise the various groups working.
Now there were times when there weren’t too many in the club because of sports or other distractions.. I was asked by one of my fellow students to take off my top because he wanted to paint my breasts. I think I was fourteen at the time and I never thought anything untoward, so I slipped out of the bodice of my dress and took off my bra. I saw how shocked the art master was and my fellow student was happy on my compliance.
Not long after this I was again at the club and most others were at the soccer club out on the park playing, while I was finishing a clay model I had been working on. Now clay can feel very sensual and as I was working the art master asked me about that time I had posed topless for the other student. He asked if I would pose topless for him.
Again I never thought anything of it, but I asked what kind of painting did he want to paint? At first when he said “like Olympia..” I wasn’t too sure of the painting he meant. Rather than show me the painting he was effectively looking to copy, he went on, “….she’s not just topless, she’s naked and lying on a divan facing the painter..” He smiled, and waited for my reaction. I washed my hands of the clay, and then I began unbuttoning my dress.. I stepped out of this and folded it onto the chair I had been using. I unfastened my bra and took it off. I hesitated a few moments before I slipped off my panties.
It was at this moment that the teacher went over to the door and as he walked back he told me the painter had the habit of being undressed with his model while he worked. He told me to climb up onto the table (which he had arranged like a divan, a cloth covering the blocks he had used to create the shape of it), and he took off most of his clothes.
He had a canvas on his easel but he wanted me to pose in a certain way, so he shaped me on the makeshift divan, which was the first time he touched me. I thought his hands were a little clammy but it was warm in the studio since he’d shut the door.
Having seen my cousins with hardons I could tell he had one, his underwear hid little. It was a while before he actually removed his last garment, by the he had been sketching for about twenty minutes. He asked me if I would be able to come the following afternoon after classes and I asked if there was an additional art club meeting. He smiled and told me that he wanted to work on this painting, and I said I could come for about an hour as I had a piano lesson. I added that I could stay another hour now if he wanted me to and he smiled.
He ten asked me to reposition, he wanted me to lift my leg furthest away from him and let my knee drop down a little and he wanted me to pull up my other leg a little. I asked him if he wanted to see my vulva more. He looked a little surprised. He then asked me if I was a virgin, and he liked it when I said I was.
I posed for him four four evenings that week, the only break being my piano lesson. He got naked at the same time and he had a hardon much of the time he worked. He was relaxed and touched me each time I had to assume the pose he was capturing. I think it was the third evening when I could see he was feeling awkward and I suggested I could rub him like I did my cousins to help relieve his jitters.
By the end of four sessions he was nine tenths finished his painting, and he didn’t need me to come and pose for what he needed to get done. But it was from this that the conversation went out that I would model for art and artists, and this went into modelling for sculpture and camera at the art club. I suppose it is where my interest in modelling was born.
I wouldn’t think this that relevant considering I have already related how each summer we as a family, would assemble at my grandparents farm and for the most part spend the summer naked. To some being naked is licentious!
At school in Naples we had an art club for after school activities. You could model clay, work with various materials, and paint and draw. The school provided everything and the art master would supervise the various groups working.
Now there were times when there weren’t too many in the club because of sports or other distractions.. I was asked by one of my fellow students to take off my top because he wanted to paint my breasts. I think I was fourteen at the time and I never thought anything untoward, so I slipped out of the bodice of my dress and took off my bra. I saw how shocked the art master was and my fellow student was happy on my compliance.
Not long after this I was again at the club and most others were at the soccer club out on the park playing, while I was finishing a clay model I had been working on. Now clay can feel very sensual and as I was working the art master asked me about that time I had posed topless for the other student. He asked if I would pose topless for him.
Again I never thought anything of it, but I asked what kind of painting did he want to paint? At first when he said “like Olympia..” I wasn’t too sure of the painting he meant. Rather than show me the painting he was effectively looking to copy, he went on, “….she’s not just topless, she’s naked and lying on a divan facing the painter..” He smiled, and waited for my reaction. I washed my hands of the clay, and then I began unbuttoning my dress.. I stepped out of this and folded it onto the chair I had been using. I unfastened my bra and took it off. I hesitated a few moments before I slipped off my panties.
It was at this moment that the teacher went over to the door and as he walked back he told me the painter had the habit of being undressed with his model while he worked. He told me to climb up onto the table (which he had arranged like a divan, a cloth covering the blocks he had used to create the shape of it), and he took off most of his clothes.
He had a canvas on his easel but he wanted me to pose in a certain way, so he shaped me on the makeshift divan, which was the first time he touched me. I thought his hands were a little clammy but it was warm in the studio since he’d shut the door.
Having seen my cousins with hardons I could tell he had one, his underwear hid little. It was a while before he actually removed his last garment, by the he had been sketching for about twenty minutes. He asked me if I would be able to come the following afternoon after classes and I asked if there was an additional art club meeting. He smiled and told me that he wanted to work on this painting, and I said I could come for about an hour as I had a piano lesson. I added that I could stay another hour now if he wanted me to and he smiled.
He ten asked me to reposition, he wanted me to lift my leg furthest away from him and let my knee drop down a little and he wanted me to pull up my other leg a little. I asked him if he wanted to see my vulva more. He looked a little surprised. He then asked me if I was a virgin, and he liked it when I said I was.
I posed for him four four evenings that week, the only break being my piano lesson. He got naked at the same time and he had a hardon much of the time he worked. He was relaxed and touched me each time I had to assume the pose he was capturing. I think it was the third evening when I could see he was feeling awkward and I suggested I could rub him like I did my cousins to help relieve his jitters.
By the end of four sessions he was nine tenths finished his painting, and he didn’t need me to come and pose for what he needed to get done. But it was from this that the conversation went out that I would model for art and artists, and this went into modelling for sculpture and camera at the art club. I suppose it is where my interest in modelling was born.
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