Posing Together

By Ironbuddah

Chapter 1: No Peeking

Peter came by Debbie's studio at her request the next day. "So, Meagan's at the mall. How did she like the picture?"

"Well, she claims not to like it. In fact, she said that she hated me after she saw it, but that didn't stop her from talking about how I shouldn't paint something like this the next time you pose with her."

"Let me see the finished product." Peter requested.

"You sure left in a hurry yesterday; you must have been ready to explode."

"I was, and you probably don't want to hear this, but I had the best jerk off session ever thinking about your daughter."

Peter could hear the surprise in Debbie's answer. "Why wouldn't I want to hear that? That was our plan wasn't it. Meagan gets you excited so you can pose rock hard, then you go home to masturbate. If it was the best ever, you'll want to keep posing with her."

"Well, I know that is the plan, but I still didn't think you'd want to hear me saying that. Enough about whacking off, let me see the painting. Oh wow! You really captured the way I was awestruck by what I saw. Meagan looks blissfully unaware that there is any possibility that she could be seen in the bath. Fuck, her tits look so magnificent! Ugh, If you don't mind?" Peter held the button on his shorts suggestively as he implicitly asked for permission to strip.

Debbie's reply was almost automatic. "Sure, go ahead."

Stepping out of his shorts and boxers, Peter's erection immediately pointed straight at the painting. "Oh, that feels so much better."

"You're acting like looking at that painting is almost as good as really spying on her in the bathtub would be."

"It would be so awesome if you could set up a drop cloth upstairs, and really paint me barging in on her. Or her barging in on me!"

"Oh! I hadn't thought of that. I'll have to file that away for when Meagan isn't so self conscious. If you like that idea, you'll love these training photos I took this morning." Debbie pulled up a close up of Meagan's breasts. The shot showed her body from about mid-neck to belly button. Then she showed Peter an image where one of Meagan's breasts filled the whole screen. Then she pulled up an image zoomed in to the point that one of Meagan's hard nipples filled more than half the screen."

"Damnation! How the fuck did you get her to pose for those?" Peter gasped.

"I put the zoom lens on my DSLR. Meagan doesn't pay any attention to photography and can't tell one lens from another."

Peter begged, "Please tell me you have more photos like these!"

Grinning, Debbie bragged, "I sure do. I got a few booty shots and even more kitty shots."

"I have to see them!" Clicking furiously on the mouse, Peter looped through the images in the folder over and over. Looking at one particular image of Meagan's bush and plump pussy lips, Peter moaned, "She simply must pose nude the next time."

"We're in agreement there."

"How long do I have to study these images?"

"You'll like this. Meagan has over $300 of her modeling money in her purse, and she's going to call me when she needs a ride. You can study as much as you want until she calls."

"Wow! In a day full of pleasant surprises, that takes the cake."

A few days later, the trio was back in Debbie's studio. Peter commented to Meagan, "I'm glad you only needed one session posing topless before going fully nude."

Taken aback Meagan blinked a few times before managing to ask "What?"

"You know," Peter said, "You'll be posing completely naked today, right?"

"I don't remember discussing what I would be doing today."

"Well, last time I suggested that you keep your panties on the first time you posed with someone else. This is your second time posing. You handled the first so well you clearly don't need to do that again."

"I feel like I still do." Meagan protested while looking at her feet.

Peter assured her, "Well you shouldn't feel that way. You did great last time."

"She won't listen to me when I tell her she's a natural." Debbie added.

"OK! Fine!" Meagan huffed, "I'll take it all off!" while pointing her index finger at Peter. "Same rules as last time. And you, absolutely no peeking."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Debbie said cheerfully, "Well I'm glad that's all settled."

Pointing her finger at her mother next, Meagan continued, "And you, no painting scenes that make it look like he's peeking. Oh, I can't believe I'm doing this." When both Peter and her mother looked at her sharply, Meagan added, "I'm not backing out, I just can't believe I agreed to pose fully nude with a college student."

Once again, Meagan went upstairs to get into her robe. When she came back down, Peter was laying flat on his back with his hands folded behind his head. For once at least, his cock was soft, and didn't immediately harden. Meagan tried not to look, and turned her back as soon as she got down the steps. About ten feet from Peter, was the undersized bikini her mom had bought her. Near it was a magazine.

"What kind of painting are you doing this time?"

"Since you were so insistent on the no peeking rule, I've got Peter looking straight up at the ceiling, and you'll be reading a magazine."

"What's up with the tiny bikini?"

"You're both going to be nude sunbathers. Peter's sitting on his boxers like you'll be sitting on that swimsuit."

Meagan turned to verify her mother's statement without thinking. She got a good eyeful of Peter's flaccid member. She jerked her head in the other direction, but she had just gotten a good look at something the rules said she shouldn't have seen. Meagan silently looked to her mother for some indication of what she should do.

Debbie held one finger up to her lips to indicate keeping quiet about the accidental peek. "So lay on your belly honey, and try to position the bikini like it would be if you had it on when you got into this position. Now lift up and arch your back so it looks like you're reading. Scoot your arm closest to me back so it doesn't obscure your boob."

Meagan heard Peter inhale deeply after her mother mentioned her breast. The teen girl just had to know if her fellow model was reacting to her body again even though he wasn't supposed to be able to see it. Meagan twisted her head to look at Peter. She told herself that she wasn't peeking, but that she was just making sure Peter was following the rules. She saw that Peter had his eyes closed and had his face was pointed at the ceiling, so she assumed that he had was doing what he was supposed to. She saw that his cock was once again hard and also pointing at the ceiling.

Meagan looked back twice before her mother told her to get back into the correct pose. Meagan justified her peeking with the belief that it was a fair way to make sure Peter was behaving. However, if she had been honest with herself, she would have had to admit she spent more time looking at Peter's body and his boner than his face.

"Hmm, that pose isn't quite what I want." Debbie commented. "Spread your legs about shoulder width apart dear." Meagan did as she was asked and heard her mom tapping the handle of her brush against the easel before saying, "Yeah, that's it. Now don't move."

Peter took advantage of his signal with Debbie to do what he had told Meagan he wouldn't do and looked her body over. He decided that Meagan's impressive curves weren't limited to her rack and waist. The moon shaped globes of her ass were equally delightful, but what he couldn't take his eyes off of was the space between her open thighs. He could see the outline of her pussy again, this time covered in shadow instead of cloth. Nevertheless, he loved it. The veins in his cock bulged, and once again it looked painfully hard to Debbie.

Meagan headed upstairs as soon as the break was called causing Debbie to complain. "I'm going to have to ask her to stay put from now on. She's never going to get comfortable being nude with you unless you guys hang out together during breaks."

"Blame it on my schedule. Tell her you won't be able to finish before I need to leave unless the breaks are exactly five minutes."

"That's a good idea." Debbie agreed. "And speaking of good ideas, I think you should watch the video of Meagan putting her robe on."

Looking down at his intense boner, Peter said, "Nah, It's fine."

"I don't want you having to rush out of here barely able to maintain control again. Besides, Meagan seemed somehow comforted by the fact that you were soft when she came down the stairs."

Shrugging, Peter replied, "You're the boss." He walked over to the computer and fired up the video. Like magic, his cock went from iron hard to swollen but soft.

Debbie explained the need for Meagan to stay in the studio the rest of this session, and she reluctantly agreed. When she got her robe on, she buried her nose in the magazine she had been using as a prop to shield her eyes from Peter's erection. She gave him the all clear to move, and heard him sigh.

Meagan looked over the top of the page and saw Peter sitting up and looking in her general direction. She had looked over in time to see his cock to go from half hard to limp, and was curious. She wondered if it were possible that he had been hard the entire posing session and was just now going soft.

Meagan could hear Peter walking in her direction to get his robe, and she tried to make herself look small and hidden as he moved closer. While she was trying to figure things out, she wondered if Peter's erection maybe went up and down like that while he was posing, and that her Mom only painted it like it stayed up the whole time. Meagan smiled behind the pages of the magazine sure that Peter couldn't have stayed excited for fifteen minutes solid, and that for the majority of the posing, Peter was soft just like he was now.

Peter started stretching and touching his toes. Meagan tried to ignore what he was doing, but Peter was hard to ignore. While she watched him stretch, she wondered why her mother couldn't paint them with clothes on so she could look at this hunk without seeing things she really didn't want to see, no matter how impressive they might be. "I should stretch out my shoulders." Meagan said to no one in particular.

Meagan started to loosen up the muscles that were a bit stiff from holding her upper body off the floor. At one point, the neck of her robe came partially open. It was nothing obscene. Many women routinely showed more cleavage at the office, but she noticed that Peter's robe was quickly starting to tent up rather dramatically. It looked like his cock was about to push the robe open when Meagan pulled her robe tight again. Just as quickly as the tenting started, it subsided causing Meagan to sigh in relief.

During the third break, Meagan peeked at Peter, expecting to find him soft. Since he was once again very erect, she looked away and rolled her eyes. Her expression seemed to say, "I didn't just see that." Debbie decided to work that expression into the painting.

The rest of the session went without anything noteworthy happening. Meagan wasn't talking to Peter during the breaks yet, but she didn't try to hide when he was making his way back to the stools to get his robe. However, Debbie did give Petter the signal to peek at least once during each posing session, and the impact her daughter's pussy had on Peter's cock seemed to grow every time he looked at it.

When the Painting was finished, Debbie called her two models over to take a look. Meagan declined saying that she would be too embarrassed to look at the painting with Peter there.

Peter replied, "Well, if you won't look, I won't look."

Meagan had started to head for the stairs, but turned back when Peter said this. Reaching out, she briefly touched his arm saying, "No, you deserve to look at it. You didn't get a chance to look at the last one."

"You deserve to look too; you posed just like I did. Come on over."

Putting a strand of hair in her mouth, Meagan hesitated. "I don't know."

Gently shoving Meagan's shoulder in the direction of the finished painting, Peter encouraged, "Go on and take a look with me."

Finally Meagan giggled and agreed that it wouldn't hurt to just take a look.

As soon as the teen saw the painting, she held up her hand to cover her exposed breast. "Don't look at that part! My mom likes to paint my nipples like they're ballistic missiles or something."

"And I'm not ready to launch something into orbit myself?" Peter quipped.

Eyes wide, Meagan whined, "Mother, you painted him all woody again!"

Before Debbie could explain herself, Peter arched an eyebrow and asked, "I'm all woody? Like a forest?"

Fumbling for words, Meagan waved her arm around vaguely, "You know, your thing, it's..."

Completing her unfinished sentence, Peter added, "as hard as a rock, a stiff prick, a big boner?"

In disbelief, Meagan scolded Peter, "You're as bad as she is!"

"I'm just trying to give you a few slang phrases that won't get you laughed at in high school."

No one could think of anything to say to that, and an awkward silence ensued. Then suddenly Meagan gasped, "Oh my!" and clapped her hands over her mouth. She was obviously staring at the painting.

Worried, Debbie asked, "What? Is there some flaw in the painting?"

"Well, see my expression, and see how Peter seems to be sleeping?"

"Yeah." Both the adults said in unison.

"Well, it looks like I just caught the guy having a, um, nocturnal emission in the, um, broad daylight."

Looking at Meagan in disbelief. "You definitely need to work on your slang. I was younger than you the last time I heard that term used, probably by some old teacher during Sex Ed." Laughing, he added, "I could see how that would put that expression on your face though."

Debbie contemplated the painting silently, as if seriously contemplating adding the ejaculation theme to it.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed!" Meagan scooted for the stairs again, but turned around half way. She scooted back to Peter, and touched him on the arm again. "I hope I didn't make you late for whatever it is you've got to do later today." Then she changed directions just as quickly and scooted up the stairs again.

"That's a good sign." Debbie commented.

"Your daughter running out of here embarrassed is a good sign?"

"No! Not that, the way she touched you on your arm when she wanted you to be able to see this painting, and then how she did the same thing when was worried she might have made you late." Seeing that Peter had a blank look on his face, Debbie asked, "You did notice that my daughter touched your arm, didn't you?"

Peter admitted, "Um, not particularly."

Debbie sighed, "Men! It's a good sign, it means she likes you. Too bad we told her you had to go; I think we could have gotten her much more comfortable around you if she thought you were sticking around."

"Well, just schedule the next posing session around dinner." Peter suggested. Seeing the delighted look on Debbie's face, Peter added, "See, men are good at noticing some things."

"Oh get out of here before Meagan starts to wonder why you're still here!" Debbie said playfully.

Debbie hadn't been able to sleep. She was watching the two videos she had of Peter ejaculating so profusely. She kept looking at them and the painting she had done earlier that day. She hadn't been able to get the idea of Peter having a wet dream on the beach and launching his cum into the air for all to see. She finally decided that she would just have to add that to the painting. She took some screen captures of the video at the moment of release and merged them with a photo of the painting. Using her computer screen as a reference, she mixed up all small amount of white pain and picked up a paintbrush.

"I'm going to have to get myself some off-site storage so Meagan never sees the final version of this painting." Debbie mumbled.

Looking around the studio at the clutter caused by the increased number of paintings she had done since the day Meagan had first walked in on Peter's modeling session, Debbie sighed. "Oh well, I guess I needed the off-site storage anyway."