Chloe discovers her fellow model is talented in more ways than one
I don’t think I’d have done it if I hadn’t already seen everything he’d got. Lonnie, his name was, and he was a first year art student, like me. We were both life modelling for an adult education college, so I’d seen him full-frontal in sketches and he was hung like the proverbial bull. He had the air of the Mediterranean which showed in his swarthy face (which always needed a shave), his narrow hips, and black line of hair that ran down to his cock.
Even so I still don’t think I would have done anything, except I heard he’d won a second year scholarship to a top London art school, so he’d be leaving our crappy college at the end of term. He was going to be a big star, like Damien Hirst, and this was my one chance to make an impression on him.
So I was there one Friday, waiting for him in the tiny changing cubicle. I watched him pull open the swing door and smile as he caught sight of me. I was sitting on the tall stool they gave us to pose on, wearing nothing but my Nike trainers. He wasted no time, his hands were on my tits and I reached down his trousers to find his shaft was even thicker than I’d guessed from his portraits, and his pubes were amazing; dense and soft like fur. I tugged on them and he leaned forwards and bit my shoulder gently.
It wasn’t easy to work out a position in such a small place, especially with the art students in the corridor just a couple of feet from us, banging their easels on the wall and a couple of times actually barging into the changing area to drop off canvases and stuff. If they’d looked under the cubicle they’d have seen two sets of feet, but none of them did.
Eventually we got it sorted out, me leaning on the stool with one foot up on a rung, and Lonnie behind me. He was muttering in my ear but I was so in the moment, I couldn’t really pick out his words. Didn’t matter anyway, I was so hot and horny. He pulled back for a second and I looked over my shoulder to see him tearing open a condom packet with his teeth – I’d never seen a bloke do that before and it made me want to giggle.
I wasn’t giggling when he slid into me though; Christ he was big! I had to wriggle around a bit to take him all in. Then when I reached back and felt behind me to check he was right inside me, he grabbed my fingers and pushed them between our bodies, so I could feel the ring of the condom like it was going to burst. His hand came round and pressed my clit, not with his fingers but with the knuckles, which I’d never experienced before and it did the job, I was humping his hand like a wild thing in about five seconds and it was only a moment later that I realised I was going to come.
Lonnie must have realised I was losing it, because his other hand gave up on tweaking my nipple and covered my mouth, then he slid his middle finger onto my tongue so I was mouth-fucking it.
I came like a train – it was a good thing he had his hand over my mouth or the whole building would have heard me. I was too engrossed in my own orgasm to really feel him come, but I felt him getting soft inside me.
He kissed my hand and zipped up and I never saw him again, but one day, when he’s a famous artist, he’ll be on TV and I’ll be able to grin to myself about our art fuck.
