"Is the other model here yet?" she asked the class. "Linda said she couldn't make it."

There were a few stifled giggles from the girls, as they cast fleeting glances toward the dressing room. Gina looked at them, not understanding. You'd think they'd never drawn a nude, she thought, somewhat irritated.

"Hello," the rich, baritone voice said. "Will I do?"

Gina whirled around and met Steve Fedderman face to face. She couldn't speak for several seconds. The only sound in the room was a low whisper. "Apollo!" someone gasped.

Steve was standing there, a towel thrown over his broad shoulders. His body was a study in angles, hard muscular lines, taut like a panther about to spring. To say he was handsome was an understatement. He was perfect, to the smallest detail, to include his cock – which was anything but small. A lush growth of black hair adorned his chest, running in a small line down his stomach and then bushing out in a frame of soft, furry darkness around his dick.

Gina felt her knees go rubbery, and a hungry aching attack her throat. "You'll do just fine," she managed to say, gaining some control of her voice. "What do you want me to do?" Steve asked.

Ram that delicious cock in my pussy! Gina wanted to scream. "Uh, just stand in the middle of the room. We'll do some fast sketches, to loosen up and then we'll do a couple of long poses."

Whatever Gina had prepared to say to her students on this morning was forever lost. She stood silently watching Steve take several athletic poses, sending his muscles rippling. Once he faced her, his hands on his hips, with a wicked smile forming on his lips. Gina looked away, her face beet red.

The hour in one way seemed to drag for days, and yet it was over in seconds in another. Gina's mind raced with possible ways of striking up a personal conversation with Steve, but everything seemed foolish and fake. She needn't have bothered.