Naked in LA

Several years ago I was living in Los Angeles and I need to get some headshots taken. I found a photographer I liked and I scheduled a session through her assistant, Jennifer. I showed up for the shot with several different changes of clothes. We did the shoot (it took about an hour), then I went into the changing room to put my street clothes back on. Suddenly the photographer's assistant burst in on me. I wasn't naked, but I was clad only in a shirt and boxer briefs. She stammered "Oh! I'm sorry!" Not wanting to make a big thing about it, I responded "No problem." She exited and from behind the curtain said "I have some forms for you to fill out when you're ready." When I came out I met her at her desk and filled out the forms and paid for the session. She was kind of flirty I thought, but since I can be pretty obtuse about that, I just kept conversation to a minimum. I finished filling out the forms said thank you, and headed out the door. As I reached the door I turned around to say goodbye, and caught her clearly ogling my ass. What was striking about it was the fact that she didn't try at all to hide the fact that she'd been caught. She just smiled really wide at me. And surprisingly, I smiled back.

For the next couple of days I couldn't stop thinking about the smile I saw on her face when she was enjoying watching me; I was worried that I was reading it all wrong. I wanted to talk to her again, to see if I was right. Finally I gathered up my courage and called the office. My excuse was to ask when the pictures would be ready (which was a legitimate reason). In no time Jennifer and I were talking about everything from films to books to school, during which time she mentioned that she was focusing on graphic arts and the like. Somehow the conversation got steered over to the subject of sketching subjects, and she said that she was going to have to do that in her next semester, but wanted to do it earlier than that so she'd know what she was doing. She actually asked me if I'd pose for her.

"Nude?" I asked.

Immediately I panicked. She hadn't mentioned anything about posing nude; I had thrown it out. I expected a very uncomfortable silence would follow, but almost in the same breath she asked:

"Would you really?"

Feeling relieved and excited at the same time, I tried to be nonchalant without committing myself, but knowing full well that this opportunity was going to happen if I wanted it to. We decided to meet that Saturday night at a bar across the street from the photographer's studio. We agreed that we'd have a drink or two, get comfortable with the idea then head over to the studio if we decided to go through with it. There'd be no hard feelings if either one of us decided to back out.

I can't tell you how nervous, excited and exhilarated I was in the days that led up to that Saturday. My mind couldn't shut down my imagination; a million different scenarios, fantasies occupied me. It seemed like Saturday would never come. 
Saturday evening arrived at long last. I ended up getting to the bar a little early, but to my delight Jennifer was already there. We hugged, sat down and ordered our drinks. I was amused that she drank scotch, the same as I did. We sat in a booth and chatted for a while. I actually relaxed a little. I got to know her a little. I liked her quite a bit. I thought she would be an interesting person to get to know.

About 45 minutes in she asked "So... how're are you feeling about doing this?" I looked at her, trying to read her eyes.

"I'll be honest... I'm a little nervous. I think I'm up for it, in fact... yeah. I am. But I am nervous."

She nodded. "Yeah, I can understand that."

"Are you nervous too?" I asked, masking my incredulousness.

"No. I'm excited!" And she giggled in a way that made my blood warm. I could feel it in my chest and arms.

The moment of truth. I threw down a slug of scotch and said. "Well, now or never."

"Now or never" she repeated. She smiled that same wide smile, grabbed her purse and she took me by the hand and out the bar.

We entered the darkened studio. As I was looking around to get my bearings, she flicked on some blue work lights. There was now plenty of light to see, but it wasn't as harsh as fluorescence.

"What do you want me to do, Jennifer?"

"If you'd like, you can go into the changing room to get undressed. There's a robe in there you can wear until you're comfortable."

"Okay..." I said as I entered the changing room, the same one she had caught me in several days before. I slowly took off all of my clothes... and then I waited. I have no idea why. I was so hard; I wanted it to settle a little before I went out.

"Are you coming out?"

I put on the robe and walked back into the studio. "Here I am." I said. "What do you want me to do?"

She grinned and replied "Well, if you're up for it, I want you to take the robe off."

Facing away from her, I lowered the robe.

I was naked in front of her.

"Turn around."

I slowly turned and faced her. Her eyes were surveying me, visually inspecting my body. I could tell that she was restraining a smile. Without saying a word, she began to walk around me, still taking me in with her eyes. I decided to break the tension.

"Now are you having second thoughts?"

She burst out laughing. "Not at all, not at all. I'm having a great time!" She laughed again.

"Where would you like me?"

She thought a second. "Let me have you stand like Michaelangelo's David." I did so, and she started sketching. Occasionally we would chat, make jokes about the situation. Then, in a complete non-sequiter she burst out: "I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE DOING THIS!" And she started laughing hysterically. Something about her laughter was the biggest turn on to me; I began to swell like I never had before. I felt like I was gonna burst. She obviously was aware of this and her eyes grew wide as she locked them onto my sex.

"This is so cool..." she whispered under her breath.