When my wife, Daisy, was in college she earned extra cash by modeling nude for the Art Department's Figure Drawing classes.

She said it was the easiest job she ever had.

Only thing she didn't like about the job was that all the art students were always in such a rush to leave. She never got to see their drawings. Class would end and everyone would pack-up their stuff and bolt for the door.

She asked the professor if she could participate in the critiques and discussions of the students' work - or sit in on them, at least. But the guy refused. Said it wasn't necessary.

So Daisy decided she'd at least LOOK at what the students had drawn. When the prof gave the ten minute warning 'til end of class, Daisy would step down off the dais - or the modeling stage, the platform thing - walk around the room and look at everyone's drawings.

Only she didn't cover-up.

She said she didn't think it mattered. Everyone had already been staring at her nude body for the better part of two hours. Seemed ridiculous to suddenly get all prudish about being nude around a bunch of strangers. She just walked around the room looking at everyone's drawing - stark naked.

For some reason this made the other students uncomfortable.

It broke a boundary or something. Crossed a line of decorum or decency or modeling protocol... something! And the professor put a stop to it pretty quick.

But he acknowledged Daisy's curiosity and yielded to her demand. He started having the students show her their work. At the ten minute warning Daisy would cover-up and all the students would show her their drawings.

She said it was a turn-on.

Professor also asked Daisy to start modeling for him outside of class. He had a studio space over his garage where he painted portraits and stuff. Daisy started going over to his studio to strip down and model for him... but said he never got very far on his painting of her.

Daisy said they'd just hang-out. Smoke pot. Talk. Listen to music. But she'd always be stark naked, and he was always fully clothed.

I asked her if they ever fucked. I couldn't believe they hadn't at least messed around.

Daisy insists they never fucked. She said she woulda fucked him, but the dude was married with young kids. She said they did cuddle a lot, and that that did lead to them messing around some.

She said she tried to suck his cock, but he wouldn't let her finish him off. He jizzed in her panties instead. He liked to go down on her, but not for cunnilingus. Daisy said he'd get down there and just sniff. Smell her. Rub his face in her pubic hair. Said the more self-conscious she felt about her hygiene the happier he seemed. So she stopped showering the day they were scheduled to meet. Go to the gym first. Stuff like that. He'd go down on her and inhale all that stanky cunt funk and beat off. Jizz in her underwear.

Daisy said it seemed weird to her, but that he was so into it and happy she just went with it. It was easy. Plus he was paying her twice what she was earning modeling for the art classes, so kind of a no-brainer.

Daisy said it ended when the professor's wife found out. The wife knew her husband was painting. She knew Daisy was modeling for him. She knew Daisy was posing nude. But she grew suspicious at the lack of progress her husband was making on the painting. Evidently, the professor had done it before. Hired  a student to model for him. But then NOT paint her. That's how the wife had met her husband! He'd hired her to model for him. So the professor had a known modus operandi and the wife put a kibosh on Daisy's modeling career.

Daisy said it was all super chill. No dust-up or emotional confrontation sorta thing. Professor's wife met Daisy at his studio with a check, and said: "My husband does not do well with distraction. Thank you for your time."

That was it.

Anyway... I was scrolling through ImageFap and somebody had uploaded a bunch of vintage black & white photos of artists' models. Like from the teens and twenties. And it got me thinking about my wife's brief modeling career and I thought I'd share.