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Breathe. Just breathe.
Nina had to squint at the bright sunlight streaming into the room through a wall of floor to ceiling glass windows. Even with most of those windows angled open to catch the summer breeze it was still almost uncomfortably warm.
“Over here please,” the instructor, a short heavyset man with a handlebar mustache and comb over to hide his bald spot called.
Nina nodded and tried to control her trembling while she padded barefoot over to the raised stage at the front of the room. The walk seemed to take forever with her eyes riveted to the far wall to keep from glancing around until she stepped up the wooden step and onto the stage.
“Robe?” the instructor asked, his voice surprisingly mild and sympathetic.
Nina took a deep breath while still staring at the far wall.
Breathe. Just breathe.
After a moment Nina shrugged the robe off her shoulders and slipped her arms out before handing it to the instructor who gave her an encouraging smile.
“Alright, now if you’ll please turn I’d like you to lean your right hand on the wall here and bring your right foot up and across your left knee to rest on this stool,” the instructor said.
It was harder for Nina to control her breathing as she turned, her eyes now glued to the door she had just stepped through a minute before. She could see more than a dozen people packed into the room from the corner of her eye and felt herself trembling. She licked dry lips and leaned over to place a hand against the wall as instructed before bringing her right foot up to rest on the indicated stool.
“No… ummm, bring your foot up so that you’re on your toes please,” the instructor said and then reached down to take Nina’s foot in his hand and lift so that it was positioned exactly how he wanted.
Nina fought back a gasp of surprise at the sudden touch, her teeth biting into her lower lip at the feel of a hand softly cradling her foot. Nina couldn’t help but gasp when she felt fingertips trailing slowly over her arch before the instructor stepped back.
“Ok, now, I want you to reach down with your left hand and cup the curve of the bottom of your foot, press your palm into your arch with your fingers over the ball,” the instructor said while watching closely, “good, now bring your thumb around the instep as if you were holding your foot.”
The instructor stepped back to examine Nina, her face heating in embarrassment as his eyes traveled up and down her body.
Breathe. Just breathe.
“Good,” the instructor said briskly and stepped up to Nina, “I’m going to move your hair if that’s fine with you.”
Nina gave a small jerk of a nod before the instructor stepped up to take her chin and move her head down and to the side. Once he had her head situated he began to drape her long, blond hair that came down to the center of her back so that it flowed over her right shoulder to hang down towards the stage. After one more critical look the instructor picked up a gauzy white cloth before draping it over her right arm and shoulder. From the corner of her eye Nina could see that the cloth was nearly transparent and hung down to her hips and even over the side of her right breast without doing anything to conceal her. She bit her gorukle escort lip while glancing down at how obvious her dark brown areola was through the gauzy material or the way her hard nipple dimpled the fabric.
“That’s perfect,” the instructor finally declared while taking a step back to admire Nina’s pose, “Now, I want you to remember exactly how you’re standing.
“We’ll give you a break every fifteen minutes or so to walk around, stretch, take a drink of water or what have you, but I want you to remember exactly how you are so that you can get back into the exact same pose after each break.
“Ok?”
Nina gave another small, jerky nod, her eyes now fixated on the legs of an easel and a pair of Teva’s beneath it at the front of the classroom. She found herself focusing on the Teva’s and the pair of petite feet with a French pedicure, the bright daylight highlighting the brilliant white edges of the toenails against tanned, caramel skin.
Breathe. Just breathe.
Even in the warm classroom Nina could still feel herself trembling, her skin covered in goosebumps that had nothing to do with the temperature. She could feel the beginning of tears, her eyes damp while she stared at the brilliant white of the unseen girl’s toenails. She tried to ignore the feel of warm air blowing across her inner lips, her face heating in embarrassment at the thought of those large, wrinkly lips that always poked out a little between the crease of her sex being visible to everyone in the room. She always waxed, loved the silky smooth feel of her smooth mound, but now wished with all her heart for a thick, unkept bush to hid herself with.
Yesterday this had seemed like such a brilliant idea, an unbelievably easy and simple way for her to cover rent for the month and even have money left over.
But now…
Breathe. Just breathe.
Minutes passed with the only sound the soft click of pencils and brushes being set aside, the shuffle of papers as someone flipped through notes, a soft cough and the occasional murmur of the instructor’s voice as he walked between the easels.
A dog barked outside, a warm breeze blowing through the open widows and across Nina’s trembling body.
“Would you like a break?” the instructor suddenly asked from beside the stage.
Nina jerked, surprised that the time had slipped by that quickly and gave a small shake of her head no. Without moving her head she let her eyes search the far wall until she found a clock face, the minute hand fifteen minutes past the hour.
A large mirror caught her eye, the reflection letting her see the sketches and drawings on some of the easels in the room. Sketches of a tall, lithe woman perched on one foot while holding her other in her hand with a narrow waist and ample breasts, face hidden by a wave of silken hair and a gossamer shawl over one arm to spill down her body. Nina’s mouth opened in a small O of surprise as she glanced from easel to easel.
Many of the sketches she could see only had her with no background or setting, but she found one where she was standing in a forest glade with shafts of light shining down on her figure. In yet another she was standing on the stage perfectly rendered almost as if bursa eskort bayan a picture had been taken and transferred to the paper, and a third had her leaning against a broken Doric column next to a pool of water beside a small stream cascading over a series of rocks.
Nina stared at the sketch, at how the person had captured her flat stomach, the hollow of her bellybutton, the way the cloth draped over her arm covering but doing nothing to conceal her areola and nipple. With the silken hair and face turned down and to the side Nina could just barely see the outline of her sharp nose but still easily recognized herself in the sketch.
Nina again felt her face heat with embarrassment when she saw that the artist had even captured her inner lips visible between her thighs, the way she was standing with one foot held in hand even allowing her sex to part slightly.
Nina licked at dry lips while she stared at the sketch reflected in the mirror. She could see the back of the artist, a short woman with dark brown hair wearing a white smock splattered with paint, but little else. The artists petite hands with long, dexterous fingers worked to add texture and shadows, the sketch taking on even more life while Nina watched.
“Ready for a break?” the instructor suddenly asked.
“Ah… no, I’m fine,” Nina replied, her eyes glancing up to see that the minute hand of the clock was now half past the hour.
“You sure?” the instructor asked again.
Nina gave a quick nod before her eyes found the sketch she had been watching be revealed.
She had to quickly fight back a smile when she realized that she had even forgot to be self conscious in front of so many strangers all of them focused on her, focused on her naked body.
Even in the mirror Nina could see the added details, the shading that hinted at her biceps and stomach muscles or the way her hair hanging down from her head didn’t suddenly end but thinned before fading away. She was even able to see sparkling highlights from the ripples in the water in the black and white pencil sketch.
Nina found it hard to believe that the beautiful woman in the sketch standing next to the pool was in fact herself.
The brunette artist’s hands had slowed while Nina watched, the strokes fewer and farther between. Nina glanced from the reflection in the mirror to the room and back, her mind judging angles until she guessed at which easel held the beautiful sketch. Without moving her head her eyes found the easel and the pair of Teva’s with the brilliant white French pedicure.
Nina licked her lips and let her eyes travel upward along long, slim legs that were covered from just below the knee by the paint spattered smock. Nina paused for a moment not wanting to make eye contact with anyone in the room until finally her curiosity got the better of her and she let her eyes slip just a little higher.
Suddenly Nina found herself looking at the petite, heart shaped face of an Asian girl close to her own age with dark, slightly slanted eyes staring into Nina’s with a hint of a smile.
Nina stared into those dark eyes, the woman’s hint of a smile widening into a mischievous grin. The girl suddenly ran a tongue slowly and deliberately elden ödeme alan escort over her lips with her mouth slightly parted before giving Nina a wink.
Nina’s heart began to pick up speed and she averted her eyes to peer back into the mirror and at the amazing sketch the girl had drawn. As if aware of Nina’s gaze the girl reached up to touch the sketch, a fingertip slowly tracing the curve of a breast, circling the image of Nina’s areola, even trailing slowly down to run over the black and white lines of Nina’s mound and inner thigh in the drawing.
The woman’s fingers touched the sketch of Nina’s long labia, lingering for several seconds before moving on.
Nina had fantasized about women in the past, hell, it was 2023 and almost expected of you when you were in college. She had even enjoyed watching lesbian porn which was so much softer and more erotic than guys pounding away, but nothing more. She felt the tingling she had felt from the moment she had stepped into the classroom build into an ache, her pulse racing at the remembered images from the internet of two women clasping hands, legs scissored and their bodies pressed together in an intimate kiss that she had only dreamed of.
Nina’s eyes flickered back to the woman who again smiled, her mouth opening in an O with the tip of her tongue tracing a circle over the center of her upper lip.
Nina struggled to keep her breathing slow and even but was unable to look away from the woman’s heart shaped face. The woman stared into Nina’s eyes and then glanced down for an instant before smiling and mouthing the word ‘wow’.
Nina felt a moment of confusion and then glanced down to see a clear drop of liquid sparkling in the sun while dangling from the thinnest of threads attached to the edge of her labia.
Ohhhh, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe… Nina repeated over and over in her mind as her face burned a bright red.
“Perhaps you’d like that break now?” the instructor suddenly said from beside her.
“Ohhh, I’m so sorry,” Nina whispered while hastily standing up.
“Please,” the instructor said reassuringly, “These things happen.
“Men get erections while posing, women have other ways of… ahhh… expressing themselves, it’s nothing to be worried or ashamed about.”
“Would you mind if I used the restroom for a minute?” Nina asked.
“Not at all,” the instructor replied.
“Mr Taft?” the Asian girl who had been staring at Nina suddenly said with a raised hand, “I can show here the way, I need to visit the girl’s room myself.”
“That sounds perfect, Meilin, I’m sure Nina would appreciate the help,” Mr Taft replied and held out the bathrobe.
Nina’s heart hammered in her chest as she slipped her arms into the soft cloth of the bathrobe, her eyes never leaving Meilin’s who only smiled back while biting the edge of her lower lip.
Images of two women clasping hands, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, their hips rocking rhythmically as they pressed their pussies together flashed through Nina’s mind.
“Nina,” Meilin said softly and walked over to take Nina’s trembling hand in hers, “Come on, it’s just down the hall.”
Nina marveled at how cool and soft Meilin’s hand felt, at the long, slender, talented fingers intwined through her own and walked barefoot beside Meilin out into the quite hallway.
The image of two women, their sweaty bodies intwined, their vulvas pressed tightly together in an intimate kiss flashed through Nina’s mind and she gave Meilin’s hand a gentle squeeze.
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