I just used a version of this story to answer a prompt on [/r/dirtypenpals](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirtypenpals), but since she never got back to me, I thought I would reformat it for this sub instead, as it fits nicely with this month’s theme.
This is kind of a “birth of a fetish”-story, as the events hereafter really stoked my interest in exhibitionism, voyeurism and CFNM/CMNF scenarios.
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When I was a young student at the local university around 10 years ago, I fell into a gig working as a croquet model at the local school of architecture.
I was out drinking one night, when a friend to me about an acquaintance teaching a drawing class, that was mandatory for first year students at the school. She had told him she needed male models – a piece of information he relayed to me as a dare. It paid double the normal rate for the kind of random unskilled labor I did at the time, and since I’ve never been neither shy, nor willing to turn down a dare, I texted the teacher and shortly thereafter started working.
I had never considered myself an exhibitionist before this, and the first few times I modeled, I didn’t consider it a sexual situation at all.
That changed though, the day one of the students, a Korean looking girl in her early twenties, passed me a note after a session:
“I think I need more practice at this, do you do private sessions? If so, text me at #######, xoxo, Anne”.
The note was written on the back of her drawing of me, and it was quite a thrill seeing myself through her eyes; while I was in relatively good shape at the time, it was obvious she had been very generous when doing my muscle definition. My cock hadn’t gotten the same level of attention though, as the entire crotch area had obviously been done in a hurried fashion.
To be honest, I hadn’t paid too much attention to her before she handed me her message, but I made sure to get a good mental image of her as she exited the classroom: shoulder length black hair, slight build, average height, dressed in a loose, black, button up jumpsuit, that left everything for the imagination. I noticed she also had a cute embarrassed smile below a serious blush.
I never doubted the note was meant to be flirtatious, but I decided to play coy and pretend she had made a serious bid for my professional services. I sent her a text with my rates and a suggested time, to which she quickly replied back:
“we have a date then! I live at the campus dormitory, room XXX. Looking forward to drawing you again :)”
A few days later, as I was getting ready for our session, I had very mixed feelings about my decision to leave the nature of our date so ambiguous. On one hand, I found it extremely thrilling not knowing what to expect, and on the other, I had a very practical decision to make about my preparations for the session: Normally, I would have a wank before my modeling sessions, to reduce the risk of an errand erection, but today I might want to be able to perform with my full libido intact – knowing full well this course of action carried the risk of humiliation I had misread Anne´s intentions.
I decided to trust my gut, and left my apartment with all weapons systems armed and ready.
When Anne opened her door, I immediately knew I had made the right guess. Her cheeks was flushed, and she had an extremely erotic glow. I had a clear suspicion that she had been masturbating very recently in the very hot room I entered.
“I know you normally have a heating lamp when working, but I hope you will be comfortable like this” she said, acknowledging the almost sauna like condition of her small room. She lived in what I imagine is a very typical dorm room for a student of architecture: a well lit desk with an assortment of pencils and note books, cool graphical prints on the walls, a few clothing racks with only black clothing in the corner. The only thing that stood out was a sort of shrine setup at the foot of her bed, containing a few lit candles and a prominent picture of the virgin Mary, whose presence seemed very contradictory to the vibes I was otherwise getting. Anne had readied a bottle of white wine, perspiring against the heat, and was dressed in the same jumpsuit I had seen her in recently, only this time buttoned down to allow for a bit of cleavage. I recognized the music playing as Silent Shout by The Knife.
She poured me a glass of wine, but then proposed we got straight to business. She told me I could change into a bathrobe in her bathroom. When I came out, she had set up a spotlight and a tripod next to her bed. As we both found our places, I realized just how close she would be sitting while drawing me.
I tried to make a conscious effort to distract myself from a rush of blood to my neither regions, but as I got out of her bathing robe, I was still sporting something just short of a semi, that never quite went away as she started drawing.
“I am really glad you agreed to come tonight, I was sorry to be in such a rush to finish my drawing last time I saw you”, she said, with what I interpreted as a flirtatious smile.
I decided to be bold: “Yes, I noticed you only had time to draw me properly above the waist. Is that why I am here tonight?”
She blushed again, grinning. “Yeah, maybe it is, if that is OK? I got a bit shy looking too directly while in class. Every other time I’ve seen a penis in real life, it has been dark, and the guys I’ve been with have been too shy to let me take a prober look with the lights on. I really liked how comfortable you looked with yourself in front of everybody. It was kind of sexy, to be honest.”
Once again, I could feel my blood streams redirecting. “If you keep talking about my cock and how sexy I look, you’ll have to draw me with a hard-on”. I tried to make this sound like a joke, but it was the honest truth of the matter, as she would clearly be able to see for herself.
“Oh yeah? If I have to draw you, I need you to keep a constant pose. Do you think you can keep your dick hard for me for the next 30 minutes? If you need to touch yourself, I don´t mind.”
As she said this, she undid few more buttons on her jumpsuit, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and giving me the slightest glimpse of her small, stiff nipples.
She actually kept sketching for a while, having me do a few different poses for 5 minute sketches – all of them facing her. As she directed my changing positions, she would lithely push me into position, touching my hips and my lover back, with just a hint of caress in her touch.
Once in a while I would stroke myself, not because I needed the stimulation to stay hard, but because I could see her eyes grown hungry when I did so.
“It´s pretty hot seeing a guy touch himself, I´ve never seen it in real life before” she said, as she was finishing a sketch.
“Oh yeah? Do you want to see me masturbate for real?” I replied.
“Will it cost extra?”, she joked, but quickly added “yes, I would very much like to see that”, as she positioned herself sitting on her bed directly in front of me. She started running her index finger under the top of her jump suit, lightly teasing her nipple under the soft cloth.
I tried to add a bit of showmanship to my masturbation, using long, slow stroke, pulling my hand all the way down to the case of my cock, so she could see the pulse in my veins and my almost aubergine purple, swollen glans. I thought about asking her to touch herself, but decided against it – she was the director, and I trusted her to tell me what she needed to see.
“Do you think you can come for me?” she asked with a raspy voice, leaning closer to me, so her face an half exposed small tits was only half a meter from my cock.
“I absolutely can” I said, and so I did. I exploded in 3 thick, long spurts, one of them across her mouth, and the other 2 in her cleavage and across her still veiled shoulder.
She was shuttering, as if having a mini orgasm, and started grinning.
“Oh my god, that was sooo much cum, how do you do that?”, she grinned, as she wiped my cum from her chin, cleaning her fingers on her ruined top. “That was the hottest think I have ever seen, thank you so much”, she continued.
“So, what do you want me to do now?” I asked, starting to feel just slightly self conscious as my hormone levels were dropping.
“You have done everything I was looking for…. today” she said, adding with a smile: “Now get dressed and leave, so I can have an orgasm as well”
I wondered whether I should object that I could help her in that regard as well, but decided to keep true to my decision of leaving her in charge, and to leave some stones unturned for another time.
And so I left, but I do admit I spend some time outside her dormitory, looking for shadows at her back lit curtain, trying to picture how she was now masturbating to the sketches, the memories, and the smell of my cum on her clothes.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fg1wqq/how_working_as_a_croquet_model_kind_of_got_me
That’s really hot! Did you see her again?
Shit. This was really hot. Great writing