The Dressing Room
By: rawdewd - Published: 1st April, 2019
Today will be my first day working at a university life drawing class as a nude model and the idea thrilled me. Driving directions, parking passes, finding the fine arts department, instructors, studios, etc.. The first time on campus was confusing and a little intimidating but, staying focused, as to not be late for my booking. Nervous anticipation and excitement grew as I approached the off ramp to exit the freeway. reaching down to adjust my penis again. The truth is I had an erection since leaving home, reaching down to adjust my penis again.
Entering the studio I was briefed on the poses and length of times by the TA, and then was on my own. I searched for a dressing room or closet settling for a storage area in the hall attached to this studio. I thought to undress there and stash my clothes behind a cabinet next to a row of sinks. Totally naked slipping into a robe I was ready to make my entrance. Entering the studio is the most intense experience because being the model for the day , the subject of study, every student has their eyes on me . Watching how I walk , my movement, looking at my feet and hands. Some start sketching me even before I take the stage. I am hired for this purpose, I can expect no privacy while in the studio. Walking in and without pausing I am naked before I make eye contact with anyone, dropping my robe as I stepped up to begin my first gesture pose. 30 seconds, 5 minutes, 1 hour. no problem. This is when I check the audience and notice the individual concentration each student has. Some look only at my penis. it is so obvious. Not a problem for me, look all you want at anything on my body. My purpose is to be openly on display for the next 4 hours.
When class was over I made my way to the room I used as a dressing room. Closed the door behind me thinking how well things went keeping from getting a erection with the underlying erotic sensations I was having. I removed my robe stuffing it into my gym bag and turning to the sinks to wash my feet. I was enjoying a sensuous feeling , a tension after 4 hours of stimulation. I fondled my half swollen penis to fully erect. Turning my attention from my hardon to beginning to wash my feet when I heard noises coming from all around. I was startled to see 4 doors open at once and the quiet room I was in was suddenly packed with students leaving classes ending . A stream of student artists flowed 3 lanes wide like traffic on the interstate, bumper to bumper. My robe and clothes were across the way behind a cabinet out of reach. I was without options except to stand there naked. As embarrassing as this was, I could do nothing but wait it out by the sink for classes to empty out. Everyone was looking at my now fully erect penis. I felt the buzz of arousal increasing , with my heart rate and respiration elevated , a noticeable surge in rigidity of my penis seemed to defy gravity curving almost straight up I glance down noticing a sparkle of precum all within a few seconds. I was thoughly aroused by the humiliation I felt from the reaction from the 75 or so art students within a few inches from where I stood. Every time I raised my head to see if I could scoot across I see only the startled faces with wide eyes looking down to my throbbing penis then a quick eye contact. The hallway echoed with chatter about the naked guy with snickers and remarks about how obvious it was that I was enjoying myself. I was in no position to deny it, as the erotic nature of my predicament played in to my exhibitionism. A few chuckles and giggles ,Oh my god. he is naked, did you see that? he has a hard on. That must be one of the models I heard one person say. A lot of things went through my mind as I wrestled the bundle of clothes from behind the cabinet, getting dressed. Heading to the parking structure, I walked slowly to the parking structure amuzed at what just happened.
I headed straight home , the drive home was less hectic then the drive to the University. Arriving home with one thing on my mind. Locking the dead bolt behind me I quickly threw off my clothes on my way to the night stand drawer grabbed my bottle of lube laying back naked, on my bed. With delightful anticipation I fondled myself how wonderful a feeling it was. I was surprised to hear myself let out a quiet moan as I applied the personal lube to my swollen penis caressing the head with one hand and scrotum with the other. Keeping my phone close by in case of a call for me to model and get naked again in public. I will surely except more bookings. The naked in public experience was so hot, I masturbated many times for the rest of the afternoon. Not sure what the demand would be for my services in my new-found trade. The construction jobs I worked full speed, sneaking away to 1 or 2 times a week to model. That quickly changed excepting every booking focusing on my new interest. The best days are when I naked from 8-12, 1-4, 5-9 pm. The pay is less than I am used to, more cost in gas, I am ok with that. The amount I spend on lube has quadrupled. I discovered studio changing rooms are available to models .
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