Love at First Sight
Copyright© 2026 by Vanessa Evans
Chapter 8
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8 - It was love at first sight. I (Poppy) was out on a Friday night girl’s night and Matt was out on a guy’s night, and the 2 groups went to the same pub.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex
The next couple of weeks were quite quiet apart from my Life Modelling and a visit from my younger brother, Dean. I’ll come back to Dean later.
The daytime Life Modelling was fun and all those young people staring at me made me cum again, with Tim reminding me that models orgasming was perfectly natural. I wasn’t so sure about that, but I wasn’t going to say so.
The second evening Life Modelling was even more fun than the first evening session. The subject was still the Labia but the pose was not quite as easy, well it was easy getting in to it, but hard work holding it for such a long time.
You see, Tim had me lay on my back again, but this time on a yoga mat on the floor. I had to lift my legs so that my toes were pointing to the celling, then I had to spread my legs as wide as I could and then use my hands to hold them apart and up.
I felt my labia open up as I spread my legs, and I could also feel my juices leaking out of me.
As I said, holding that pose for around an hour was tiring, although I did collapse once about half way through when an orgasm that had been building for ages suddenly burst out of me.
Tim was looking down on me, well my pussy, as he talked me through getting back to the exact pose.
By the time that Tim let me lower my legs my juices were running down both my upturned butt and my stomach.
The third, and final evening sessions pose had me in a similar pose as the precious week except that I had to lower my legs so that my toes touched the floor behind my head. Tim had asked me to bring my largest dildo with me telling me that he wanted me to pose with the dildo half way inside my vagina.
When I told Matt how Tim wanted me to pose he asked me to take his new GoPro camera with me and to ask Tim to video me in that pose.
Matt also told me to take my largest dildo with me, it is about 8 centimetres in diameter and is also a vibrator with the switch on the base.
All through the week prior I kept thinking about me posing like that, and Matt told me that I was even more eager to get his cock inside me than normal.
When I eventually got to the art classroom I soon realised that there were even more ‘artists’ there than the previous 2 evening sessions. When I asked Tim why that was he told me that word had spread and I was a very popular model.
I had to go to the Ladies room to clean up even before I took my dress off ready to start the session.
The thing was, only a handful of the extra guys there had easels, and only a few more had sketch pads. None of this bothered me, in fact I was dripping as Tim asked me to lay on the mat.
As Tim asked me, I gave him the dildo telling him that I would probably need him to insert it into me once I got into the pose.
On the mat, I quickly lifted and lowered my legs, totally exposing my wet vulva to what must have been 30+ ‘artists’.
“Comfortable?” Tim asked.
“Go for it.” I replied and Tim lowered the tip of the 8 centimetre diameter dildo to my vaginal entrance which I could feel was already open a little.
In it went, deeper and deeper, with me struggling to not moan out load.
When Tim had pushed something like 20 centimetres of it inside me, he stopped, and as he let go of it he accidentally, maybe, switched the power on. I said nothing, not thinking further ahead than the first few seconds of glorious pleasure.
The thing was, I hadn’t realised that if I lifted my head I would actually be able see what he was doing, and see the bottom end of the dildo sticking out of me. I also hadn’t realised before then that I could get my hands to the dildo and if I had wanted to, or Tim had asked me to, I could have actually fucked myself with it.
All that made me even more horny than I had been when I first saw the increased number of ‘artists’.
“Okay artists,” Tim announced, “Poppy will keep this pose for around 30 minutes, then have a break, then get back into this pose for another 30 minutes. That is unless nature gets the better of her and she needs more breaks.”
That last sentence got a few short laughs and me wondering just how long I would last before I orgasmed and collapsed flat on my back.
Two minutes later. I felt my pussy slowly expelling the vibrating dildo. Tim must have been staring at my pussy because he came over and gently pushed it back deeper into me, quietly saying,
“I can see that I’m going to be kept busy.”
I didn’t tell him that the dildo was vibrating, but when he touched the base of it he must have felt the vibrations.
I really tried hard to think of anything other than the situation that I was in, but seconds after I thought of something my brain went back to everything there, the exposure to more people than I expected, the dildo, the vibrations, and I only managed to last around 10 minutes before my first orgasm of the evening hit me.
Fortunately, I managed to keep in the pose although, Tim had to push the dildo deeper inside me to stop it from being washed out by all the juices that I was generating.
Twice more I orgasmed, and Tim had to push the dildo back inside me 3 more times before he called for a brake.
I pushed my legs forwards and they flopped onto the mat, the dildo sliding out of me, as Tim asked,
“Are you okay Poppy?”
“Water.” I replied, and after a long swig of the bottle I said,
“I am now, that was awesome, but also very tiring, I’m sure that I couldn’t have gone for the full hour without this break.”
“You’re doing an amazing job Poppy, just what I wanted.”
“Thanks, but it really is a pleasure. I often dreamt about posing nude for an art class, even when I was at school in art lessons, but this is way beyond those dreams.”
“Glad that I could help Poppy, do you need to go to the rest room before we start again?”
“Good Idea Tim, I have been leaking a little bit haven’t I?”
“Quite a lot actually Poppy, but that Is one of the things that I was hoping for, something extra to see if the students pick up on it.”
“I’ll have a look at their efforts at the end, can you pull me up onto my feet please?”
Tim put out his arm and pulled me up. As I left the room to go to the Ladies room, I quickly looked around and saw dozens of pairs of eyes following the naked me.
Back ready to start again, I got down onto the mat and asked Tim if I needed the dildo inside me again.
“Yes please Poppy, if that isn’t a problem?”
When I was in the pose, apart from the dildo, I watched Tim lower it to my vagina, hoping that it would still be switched on, and that the battery wasn’t flat.
It was and it wasn’t, and I sighed as it went deeper inside me.
I had dried my pussy when I was in the Ladies room but it was already wet again as Tim did the deed.
The first time that I orgasmed during that session, I managed to keep the pose, but on the second and third time, I didn’t manage to keep hold of my legs and they flopped back over me, the dildo banging on the mat as it landed, and sending a different jolt through me.
That second time, I managed to get back into the pose on my own, but the third time I had to ask Tim to help me, which of course he did, pushing the dildo deeper inside me as he did so.
Finally, Tim called time then helped me lower my legs. The dildo fell out and I saw it vibration on the mat between my legs as Tim passed me the bottle of water again.
Tim then asked all those who had been sketching me to stay where they were so that I could go around the room and see their efforts.
Only a handful of people left, I guessed that most of those who there just to watch me had decided to stay until I got dressed. Not wanting to disappoint them, nor me, I stayed naked right until the last person left, wandering around the room, standing next to the artist and looking at their efforts.
I have to say that a few of the sketches were quite good, one elderly gentleman rolling his up after I’d said that I liked it, and he gave it to me, me being grateful as I could show it to Matt so that I didn’t have to describe the pose.
I just wished that I’d had a photograph of the room full of people staring at me.
As the artists and voyeurs left the room, Tim came over and thanked me and asked me if I was interested in posing for his classes the next academic year.
“Stupid question.” I thought, then asked him to call me when he wanted me.
It was a slow walk home as I hadn’t fully recovered, but I still remembered to take my dress off in the apartment reception area before going up to the apartment in the lift.
I let Matt do most of the work when he made love to me as soon as I got through the door, and again later in bed.
Okay, that was the evening sessions, but the day sessions went on just the same albeit with me in much less exposed poses.
I must be getting used to displaying my body as an art model as I didn’t manage to cum during those subsequent daytime sessions.
My evenings standing, or riding my Sybian in front of the lounge window came to an end shortly after my nude art model posing ended because all the students had packed-up and returned to their home towns.
I’m looking forwards to the September when the accommodation fills-up with new students for me to display myself to.
On a few Friday evening, we met some of Matt’s, and now my friends, in a pub and always had a great evening. All the girls in our group wear skimpy outfits and the guys, and other guys in the pub, must have got a good view of our bare tits and pussies on a few occasions during the evenings.
After my last evening as an art model, Ethan and Lucy got back from 2 weeks in San Antonio in Ibiza and Lucy was full of stories of the skimpy outfits that the girls were wearing. Apparently, the current fashion there is for the girls to wear lacy skirts, tops, dresses, and even trousers, all very thin and very see-through, but most of them wore bikini tops and thong or G-string bikini bottoms under their see-through outfits.
“I’m assuming that you followed the current fashion whilst you were there Lucy?” Jason asked.
“Of course.” Lucy replied.
“So what did you wear under your see-through outfits Lucy?” Jason asked.
“Well I wasn’t expecting to wear a bikini whilst I was there, it not being illegal to be naked there, so I didn’t take one with me. During the daytime I wore just an underwear G-string under my see-through outfits, some of my G-strings are of the strings-only variety, but once it got dark, the G-string came off and I put my slit as well as my tits on display.”
“I would have liked to see that.” Jason said.
“Men,” Lucy said, “you’ve seen me naked loads of times Jason, what’s the big deal?”
“Lucy honey,” Ethan said, “I’ve told you before, men can never get enough of seeing an attractive naked young woman, even if it’s the same woman a thousand times. It’s part of our DNA.”
Matt and the other guys there all agreed with Ethan.
On the way home, Matt told me that I’d need to get some dresses and skirts and tops like Lucy had described because he was going to take me to San Antonio in a few weeks, just after his end of project get together in a couple of weeks.
“I’m going to be busy before then, getting dresses, skirts and tops like Lucy described, I hope that you won’t mind me wearing very see-through clothes with nothing under them when we go to San Antonio?”
“Of course not Poppy. I would have been very disappointed if you were to wear anything that I can’t see your nipples and pussy through.”
“Did I ever tell you that I love you Matt?”
“Did I ever tell you that I love you too Poppy?”
The day of the end of project get together finally arrived and Matt drove us up north to the hotel in a big city.
The get together was in a big hotel, the same one that Matt had booked a room for us.
I travelled up in a light, cotton summer dress that is very short on me and elastic woven into the top fabric with no straps.
After Matt had done his usual slit slide as he helped me up into his truck, Matt suggested that I take off the dress off and recline the seat right back until it was neatly flat, and when we passed a lorry he did it slowly so that the lorry driver could see down into the truck, and see the naked me toying with my clit.
I counted 5 lorry drivers that I saw looking down on me.
Unfortunately, Matt’s truck is higher than most cars so I missed out on thousands of car drivers and passengers being able to see the naked me.
Matt had booked a big room with views out over the city, and I was slightly unhappy that there weren’t any other hotels that had rooms that could look over into ours, but that didn’t stop Matt fucking me, just as soon as we got there, from behind with my naked front pressed against the big window. Just like he does back at home.
For the evening do, Matt bought me a floor length, black dress, but the fabric is slightly see-through, it has side splits up to my hips and a front split that ends just above my pubis. The top has deep ‘V’s front and back and is anything but a tight fit.
I practised walking and bending and my tits and pussy were frequently on display.
I liked it.
The do was in one of the hotel’s conference rooms and there must have been going on for a hundred people there. The only person that I recognised was Tom, the guy who had accidentally seen me on a video call that he had with Matt a few months previous.
Tom marched up to Matt and me, shook Matt’s hand then stood back in front of me. After looking me up and down Tom said,
“Amazing Poppy, you look even more beautiful than you did on that video call, and that see-through dress lets me see those juicy nipples and clit.”
After Tom had wrapped his arms around me and hugged me, he stood back and again looked me up and down.
“You have a good memory Tom, but this dress isn’t that see-through.” I said.
“Oh yes it is Poppy.” Tom said.
“It’s the bright lights dear,” Matt said, “they shine straight through, and yes, everyone can see exactly what is underneath the fabric.”
“Is it too much Matt, shall I go back to our room and change?”
“Don’t you dare Poppy.” Tom said.
“No honey,” Matt added, “you’ll be fine, no one on the project is going to complain and if their partners complain they won’t get invited to work on the next big project that is coming up. That reminds me Tom, we must talk about that.”
I’d realised that I’d be having lots of wardrobe malfunctions that evening, and my nipples and clit tingled some more with the new knowledge that everyone could see them even when I was just stood still.
It was an amazing evening. I loved all the guys there staring at me and wanting to dance with me. The women there mostly ignored me, but I saw a few condescending looks and it was only the younger women who talked to me. One young woman who I bumped into in the rest room really complemented me and she told me that she wished that she had the courage to dress like I was.
It was totally impossible for me to count the number of accidental wardrobe malfunctions that I had, but 3 times when I was dancing I noticed that one of my shoulder straps had fallen down my arm and one of my tits was out.
Of course I ignored it for as long as I dared, then replaced the strap on my shoulder saying,
“Oops, why didn’t you tell me that I’d fallen out?”
Of course, no one around me said anything, they just smiled and waited for the next accidental exposure.
Matt pushed the straps off my shoulders in the lift going back to our room, and it was a good job that he picked up my dress off the lift floor before he chased the naked me along the corridor to our room.
Dawn had long broken before we finally got to sleep and I could definitely say that Matt had fucked my brains out.
It was a bit of a rush to vacate the room before noon, but we just managed it, me wearing just another very short summer dress and shoes.
We stopped at a pub on the outskirts of the city for brunch, me being too tired to even think about what I might be displaying.
Once in Matt’s truck ready to head south, my dress came off, the seat went right back and I quickly went to sleep.