Our Daughter Nude Model Pt. 02

"No," Jeremy responded, "I've got practice and work, and I have to study."

April flashed me a quick smile as if to say that she realized that Jeremy's hesitation meant that she really had him hooked. After talking with the young man for a couple of hours, I hoped that April did have him hooked.

When we got back to our room, Denise turned to me and said, "You realize that I'm incredibly horny?"

Since we weren't wearing underwear, it took little time for us both to undress. I walked to the window to close the drapes, but Denise said, "No, leave them open." We did, at least, turn out the lights. April got on the bed on all fours, facing the window, and said, "Let's do it this way." I climbed on the bed behind Denise and entered her from behind, doggy-style.

Despite the position Denise had chosen, what we did that night was slow, caring lovemaking. I think that we were physically reassuring each other that, while our lives were heading in a new direction, we were going there together and the most important thing to each of us was the other person. A pointed reminder of that new direction came each time I glanced at the window during our lovemaking and clearly saw people moving in the apartments across the street.

We met April accidently as we were walking to the old conference center that Saturday morning. Sheila Lawson was already nude when we walked into the large room being used as a studio. April, Denise, and I quickly joined Sheila in the nude. As the artists started wandering in, Sheila gave us a somewhat wicked smile and said, "We're going to challenge you today."

Once all the artists were seated at their easels, Peter Windhoven, clothed, got onto the platform. "As we reviewed your drawings of Denise and Harry from yesterday," Peter told the room, "it seemed like most of you drew two separate people who happened to be physically close. What we'd like you to work on this morning is depicting those two people as components of a single unit, totally integrated emotionally, intellectually, and sexually. We're going to ask our models to try to project themselves as that single emotional, intellectual, and sexual unit."

Sheila had Denise and me get on the platform. She directed me to lie down on my back. Sheila had Denise lie down squarely on top of me. My arms went around Denise's waist. Denise's hands were around my neck.

Somewhat foolishly, I tried to think myself into that integrated unit which Peter had mentioned. That rather quickly got me imagining making love to Denise on that platform in front of those people. It was an exciting thought and, after a time, I realized that I was pulling Denise to me and getting hard. Denise was responding. Her shaved triangle was directly on top of my dick. She was, subtlety I hoped, grinding herself into me. I suspected that Denise had conjured a similar mental image to mine.

I assumed that we had held still enough because no one said anything while we were in the pose. However, after Peter ended the pose, Sheila laughingly announced to the room that "I think that our models may have gotten too deeply into their roles. I saw an awful lot of movement during that pose. The artists all laughed. Fortunately, my hard-on had subsided by the time we stood up.

Sheila continued addressing the room. "We hope that this next pose will be interesting and challenging. Denise, you may sit down. April, would you come up here?"

My nude daughter came onto the platform with me, grinning from ear to ear. Sheila posed us on our feet, facing each other. Then, Sheila said "I want you very close together" and put a hand on each of our backs, pushing us together until we touched. Sheila moved behind me and reached past me for April's hands, rubbing her bare tits on my back in the process. She put both of April's hands on my back just below my shoulder blades. Sheila then walked around behind April and took my hands.

"Harry," Sheila said, "I want your hands here." She placed both of my hands on April's bare ass. "Now, models, embrace, tightly." We did. "Kiss," Sheila commanded. April and I touched our lips together. "That's good. Hold that," Sheila said and left that platform.

I had been totally faithful to Denise throughout our marriage so having a beautiful, nude, young woman in my arms was a new and exciting experience. I kept silently saying, "It's your daughter." April wasn't helping anything, holding me very tight. My dick was pressed into her bare belly. She ran her tongue on my lips.

Probably to discomfort me, Sheila soon called out, "Harry, you're way too restrained. You have a gorgeous nude woman in your arms. Enjoy it."

What the fuck? I tightened my grip on April's ass pulling her into me more and let my lips move apart, slightly.

I feel like a complete degenerate for admitting that holding that pose with April felt really, really good. Sheila and Peter left us in the pose for a long time, but I could have held it longer.

When Peter finally called the pose over, April did not immediately let go. She pulled her head back a little and looked me in the eyes. "This was really nice, Dad," she said softly.

Before I let go of April, I replied softly, "Yes, it was very nice."

Sheila came onto the platform. She told April and me "You guys are done for a while." Sheila began talking to the artists while April and I sat down next to Denise. Denise had been smiling at me as I walked towards her. When I sat down, Denise whispered in my ear, "Our daughter is pretty hot, isn't she?"

I was saved from a response by hearing Sheila call Denise onto the platform. I couldn't hear what Sheila was quietly saying to Denise, but, Sheila suddenly gave Denise what seemed a passionate bare hug. Denise hesitantly put her arms around Sheila. I gathered that the pose was two nude women hugging.

I looked at April, who was sitting next to me. All April could say was "Wow!"

When Denise first assumed the pose, she seemed very uncomfortable to me. However, as the minutes passed, my perception was that Denise relaxed and eventually started enjoying herself. When Peter called the pose over, Sheila gave Denise a quick kiss.

Denise walked back to April and me with a somewhat perplexed smile on her face. "I'm not a lesbian, I don't think," she said, "but, Harry, I understand you a little better. A nude woman's body really feels pretty good."

Peter announced to the artists that it was time for the lunch break. "I know that it is a Saturday," Peter said. "To make sure that you come back, I'll tell you that, after lunch, we're focusing on genitalia."

Everyone came back from lunch. During the break, some staff had set up four tables around the room. When everyone was settled, Peter got on the platform and said to the room, "We all know that dicks and cunts can be difficult to get right. This is your chance to practice. Our four models will show you everything they've got. We only have one man, but if you want to draw a dick, Harry will be on that table over there. April, Denise, and Sheila will be on the other three tables. Pick the model whom you want to draw and move your easel to that table. Our models will try to accommodate any view that you want. The only limit is no hard-on for Harry. The university won't allow that."

I went to my table. I wasn't sure whether to be flattered or alarmed that a majority of the women artists gathered around me. Kerry Newell had led the charge and set up her easel right in front of me. Looking around, I could see that the men, and the remaining women, were fairly evenly distributed around April, Denise, and Sheila.

To start out, I just sat on the table with my legs far apart. Since the artists were drawing my dick and balls, I was free to move my big head at will. I saw April and Denise on their tables with their legs spread very wide apart. My wife and my daughter seemed to enjoying exposing themselves so intimately.

Sheila Lawson was on her table on her hands and knees. Her legs were spread exposing her cunt and her asshole. Peter stood nearby with an approving smile on his face.

After a while, my artists asked me to stand up and turn so that they could draw my dick in profile. I was facing April's table and noticed that she was now up on the table in a posture mimicking Sheila's.

April told me later that one of the artists had asked her to get into that pose. "You know," April said, "other than embracing you and that pose which the three of us did together, that was my favorite pose. I knew that the artists were seeing every bit of me. It was so exciting that I started getting wet. Then, I got more excited realizing that everyone could see that too."

After I had stood in profile for a while, Kerry asked me to turn to face her and hold my dick up so that she could draw my balls. Her tone of voice and the look on her face made it a very sexy request, so I complied.

After Peter ended the "Focus on Genitalia" session, we all sat down on chairs on the platform for a Q & A session. The only questions which Denise and I felt like we could answer were the "what does it feel like to model nude" questions like Kerry had asked the night before. We left more substantive questions about how to work with models to Sheila and April. What did we know? This was our first time doing this.

Peter finally ended the Q & A by announcing, "This is the end of the official program. We'll have free drinks and hors d'ouevre in the lobby in an hour. Our models will be back in a few minutes to do one more pose, but, if you want to draw that, we have one condition, you have to take all of your clothes off too."

There was a muttered sound of displeasure from the artists. Peter held up his hand, "Nude really feels good and it will give you a sense of what your models feel like."

Sheila jumped in to say, "It's completely voluntary. If you don't want to undress, just be back in an hour for our farewell reception." The room emptied.

We waited around to see who would come back and strip off. Initially, I was disappointed to see only twelve artists back. My disappointment lifted when I realized that Kerry and Mike were among them. While Kerry wasn't April or Denise, she was an attractive woman naked.

We had no idea what Sheila had in mind for the last pose. She had us move easels and chairs to clear a space on the floor. She had April, Denise, and me stand in a small circle facing each other. "Now, get as tight together as you can," Sheila directed. We were no longer hesitant. April, Denise, and I pressed together tightly. Denise's left breast and April's right one were both crushed against my chest. April's and Denise's bellies were compressed against each other with my dick caught between them. There are many worse places to have your dick caught. As a final touch, Sheila had us put our hands on each other's asses, so my right hand was on Denise's ass and my left on April's. April's right hand and Denise's left were on my ass. Denise's right hand and April's left were on each other's asses.

We couldn't move or talk, but the pose had our heads up so we could look at each other. A lot of non-verbal communication passed between us during those 40 minutes.

I am reluctant to call something as exhibitionistic, and incestuous, as that last pose a "family bonding" experience, but it was. Denise and I had always maintained a great relationship with April, but, like any teenager, April hadn't wanted to share our interests. She had her friends and her devices which she had seemed to prefer to time with us. (I wondered if her interest in exhibitionism came from things she saw online). Now, we had something that we all shared and enjoyed and that made us a little unique. It also made us very open, literally, to each other. I suppose that it was the culmination of the entire two days, but, during that last pose, April went from being our daughter to also being Denise's and my best friend.

This pose ended much sooner than I would have liked. When we were done, Sheila told the dozen nude artists, "The models have agreed to stay nude for the reception. We invite you to join us in nudity."

I was disappointed again that only two of the artists left their clothes off for the reception. However, I was gratified that the two were Kerry and Mike.

Being nude at a reception with seventy-some clothed people was a lot of fun. I noticed an interesting phenomenon. While Kerry Newell was an attractive woman, especially nude, she was not April or Denise by a substantial margin. More on par with Sheila Lawson perhaps. However, Kerry received, and seemed to enjoy, much more attention at the reception than April, Denise, or Sheila. I theorized that everyone had gotten used to seeing April, Denise, and Sheila nude over the last two days while this was Kerry's first exposure to them.

Mike also seemed to enjoy the attention that his nude body garnered. Denise echoed my own thoughts when she quietly suggested to me that Kerry and Mike might be partners for nude activities in the future. Without discussing it explicitly, Denise and I had already decided that we would be looking for more opportunities to get our clothes off and be seen nude. I expected, and hoped, that April would share at least some of those experiences.

As the reception wound down, Sheila came to where April, Denise, and I were standing. "Finish your drinks and get your clothes on," Sheila directed. "Peter and I are taking you home for dinner. Peter can drive you to your hotel and dorm later."

"Great! Thank you," April said.

It was Saturday evening. I looked at April and said "Jeremy?"

"Oh, he's not expecting me tonight," April said. "I thought we'd go to Sheila's and Peter's when this was over and I'm sure that we'll have our clothes off there. Jeremy isn't quite ready for that yet."

Sheila and Peter had a very small car with bucket front seats and a small bench rear seat. April and I squeezed into the back and Denise then climbed in and sat on my lap.

Immediately when we got inside Sheila's and Peter's house, we all stripped naked. This time, Peter joined us. Peter was a thin man clothed, but looked much thinner nude. His distinguishing feature which you didn't see when he was clothed was a very long, but very slender, penis. Once we were all nude, Peter looked at me and said, "Harry, I'd trade some of my length for some of your thickness."

Sheila heard Peter and chuckled. "It works just fine dear," Sheila reassured him.

"I like Harry's thickness," Denise interjected. "I'm keeping it."

I'm not sure which of them possessed the culinary talent, but, together, Sheila and Peter were excellent cooks. They served us another outstanding meal. Sheila and Peter were in a celebratory mood due to the success of the symposium, so the wine flowed freely. Sheila and Peter were consuming a fair bit more than April, Denise, and me.

After dinner was cleaned up, the five of us took our wine to the den. I sat on a sofa between Denise and April. Peter sat across from us in an upholstered chair with Sheila in his lap.

Sheila looked at the three of us and said, "I expected April to do well at the symposium. She's a natural exhibitionist. Denise, Harry, you two exceeded my expectations. I see from where April gets her exhibitionistic bent. You two are naturals also."

Jokingly, I think, Denise said, "I'm still a little upset that I didn't get to flash my cunt as much as you and April did."

Sheila chose to take Denise seriously. "Yes, I'm sorry about that. We'll do better next year."

"Next year?" I asked.

"Of course," Sheila said loudly. "This will be an annual event. You'll have even more fun next year." Sheila assumed that we'd be back to model next and I was sure that assumption was correct.

"We need to get another male model, though." Peter added.

April, sitting next to me, very softly said, "I have an idea about that."

Still in a loud voice, Sheila said, "So, you're thinking what can you do between now and next year to show off nude."

"Actually, I was," Denise replied.

"I'm not sure what is available down where you live," Sheila said, "but Peter and I have connections in the metro area here. If you want to move beyond static posing to activities that have you moving around in the nude, with an audience of course, there is a group out in one of the western suburbs. They have one of those old 1930's movie houses that the developers haven't torn down yet. They do things like nude ballet and modern dance. They get some of the professional dancers from downtown. It is very professionally done."

"Obviously," Peter said, "that group doesn't advertise and they don't charge admission. But, they can draw an audience of a hundred just by word of mouth."

"There are some very wealthy voyeurs and a few wealthy exhibitionists round town who keep it afloat financially," Sheila added as she gulped more wine.

"They've also gotten into athletic things a little," Peter elaborated. "A couple of years ago, they had a young woman who was a gymnast at a big state university north of here. She came in and did routines on uneven bars, balance, beam, and floor exercise completely nude."

"I talked to her afterwards," Sheila said. "Bright girl. Pre-med. She said that those were the most enjoyable gymnastic routines she'd ever done. Mind you, this is a girl who's been doing gymnastics since she was five or six and who has competed at nationals. She told me that she wished that she could go nude in her competitions."

Sheila drank some more wine. "That group occasionally also gets into the erotic. A year ago, they had a woman onstage nude with her feet in stirrups facing the audience. She had a vibrator and a headset microphone and got herself off for the audience while describing, graphically, what she was experiencing."

I was slightly shocked to hear April say, "Cool!"

Peter laughed loudly. "Tell them who that woman was dear," he chided Sheila.

"It was me," Sheila said brightly.

It had been a long day, we were all tired, and the wine was making us drowsy. Sheila got off of Peter's lap. Peter stood up and wobbled a bit. "Shit," Peter said, "I don't think that I can drive you to your hotel."

"Do you mind staying here tonight?" Sheila asked.

"But," Peter said, "The guest room only has that one small bed."

April and Denise shared a look across me. Some message passed. "We'll be fine," Denise said. "We can share the bed."

"Ok, what you need to know is that there is a commode upstairs and the shower for tomorrow morning is down here," Sheila said. "I think that Peter and I need to go to bed. Follow me and I'll show you the guest room."

Sheila was a bit unsteady as she climbed the stairs to the second floor of their house. April, Denise, and I were loose, but not as lit as Sheila and Peter. However, it hadn't occurred to anyone to get dressed. Sheila led us to her guest room, which was nicely furnished with a smallish queen size bed in the center. Sheila said "night," bumped a wall, and left the room.

April said, "Damn. I don't have a tooth brush."

Denise said, "I think this will work best if Harry gets in the center." That's what I did and turned on my side. Denise got into bed in front of me and we spooned. April got into bed behind me and snuggled up to me, mashing her breasts into my back. April threw an arm over me and her mother. It was surprisingly comfortable.

Friday and Saturday had been an almost dream-like experience. Reality crashed in on Sunday. April, Denise, and I woke up at about the same time on Sunday. I think it took all three of us a moment to remember that we were nude together in a small bed in Sheila's and Peter's guest room. I rolled onto my back while April and Denise lay on their sides, facing each other on either side of me. Denise always looks gorgeous and sexy when she wakes up. Now, I knew that April does too.