The end of March, however, as the month of March itself, is not very warm - there is no winter, the snow is dirty, the sky is often grayish-white, but the air, I must say, is a bit cleaner and lighter - you can feel the imminent arrival of spring.

At this time, we had a partial internal repair of the premises at the university, so the university rector decided to make the students enjoyable and canceled classes for a whole week. We all were glad of such a break and the opportunity to rest from the mass of endless lectures, couples, tests and other joys of student life. My girlfriend Dasha and I decided to spend this time with benefit and interest.

At first we went to the cinema, and then decided to visit the city museum - after all, cultural development never gets in the way, and nowadays far from everyone, especially people of our age, visit cultural places.

Just in the museum held an exhibition of artists of the 19th and 20th centuries. It was a truly worthwhile series of paintings: landscapes, portraits, still lifes, abstraction - in a word, something that we could not take our eyes off for an hour. A smart guide - a young guy with a big curly hairstyle ran up from picture to picture and rather quickly, but lucidly managed to explain to fifty visitors all the information about each picture: from the author to the color gamut ratio.

But the most interesting thing began when we had already finished our visit and wanted to leave. Suddenly, a voice came from behind:

- Young people, wait!

Turning around, I saw that same guide. He quickly walked toward us and, because of haste, nearly stumbled, but nevertheless came out of the situation and approached us.

- Excuse me for some tactlessness - he continued. - But I have one question for you: you, as I understand it, a couple, yes?

“Yes, of course,” answered Dasha.

- What are you doing? - I asked, trying to find out why this is such a ridiculous question.

“You see,” the guide began to explain, holding his hands behind his back. - In this museum I work not only as a guide, but also have connections with many quite famous artists. My name is Innocent. I am only 25, so you can apply to "you."

- Nice to meet you, my name is Daniel, and my girlfriend is Darya.

- I am glad, I am glad to meet you, - the guide Innocent smiled and shook my hand and Dasha's hand. - So here. As an art historian and a person possessing certain knowledge in painting, I noticed in you both beautiful images for portraits. A delegation of impressionist artists will come here tomorrow, and they need models. One is male and one is female. Do you agree to pose?

- If you pose, how? Need to be naked? - I asked.

- Yes that's right. They will write nude. Do not worry. First, you two lovers, and, I think, have already seen each other in this form. Secondly, art is not pornography. Exposure in painting, as such, is not sexual, but aesthetic interest, visual admiration for the human body. And thirdly, if you agree, I will pay you. Thirty thousand each agree?

- I think yes. In the end, it is not to fuck on the camera, it is - art - I replied. - What do you think, Dasha?

“I could, of course, stand naked,” Dasha said with interest, “but surely there will be male artists there?”

“Have mercy,” Innocent assured, “you will feel completely calm.” Artists are driven by purely creative interest. And who will pester you - you have a gentleman, right?

“Yes, that's right,” answered Dasha.

- Well, that's nice. Come tomorrow at 15:00 here at this address - Innocent handed me a piece of notepad with a recorded address. - Otvoziruete your three hours there and all.Immediately after this, I will pay you for the labors. Well, see you tomorrow!

- Till tomorrow! - I said, and we left the museum.

Already on the way home Dasha asked me:

- Danil, what do you think, this is nothing that tomorrow I will show my body to other people.

“Calm down, Dasha, everything will be fine,” I said. - In the end, the money will not be superfluous. And, in fact, there is nothing terrible in it. I'll be with you. But imagine, the artists capture your beauty - fine, is not it?

The next day we arrived at. The institution turned out to be the House of Arts. At the entrance we were met by Innocent. He greeted us:

- Oh, it's you! Hello again! Follow me.

We followed him up a narrow wooden staircase.

“Right here,” Innokenty opened the old door, behind which was a large and spacious hall, which contained fifteen sketchbooks, and a low pedestal stood in the center, “is the hall. And here, - he opened another door on the side behind the curtains and showed us a cramped but cozy room with a soft sofa, a rug and coat hooks, - here you undress and get ready for work. You will stand, as I said earlier, for three hours. At the second hour I will give a break of 30 minutes, rest here. Artists will arrive in fifteen minutes. Well, I went.

Innocent left the room, carefully closing the door. Dasha and I took off our shoes, sat on the sofa and rested a bit. Then they began to undress, and they took off their clothes from each other - so much nicer. Having folded our belongings, as well as underwear, I took my girlfriend by the hand and led me into the hall, not forgetting to close the door of the room. A cold shiver of excitement ran through my body - it was unusual for me to stand in a naked form in front of strangers, and, frankly, I was worried no less than my beloved.

Once we got up on the pedestal, Innocent entered the hall.

- So, are you ready? - He asked with curiosity, glancing at Dasha, who was unaccustomed to covering her chest with one hand and holding the other near the pubis. - Do not be so shy, Daria. As I said, this is not pornography. Yes, and I myself have a girlfriend.

Dasha removed her hands and, sort of, relaxed a little.

“Now take a pose,” continued Innocent. - Daniel, stand straight. Well, now Daria, turn your back to me, bend your right leg slightly at the knee, lay your left hand on Daniel, and you, Daniel, put your right hand on Daria’s shoulder.

We did everything as said.

“Stand like this,” said Innocent, and shouted at the door: “Lord artists, everything is ready!”, But he hurried out.

Ten people entered the hall. Men and women of all ages. Of these, I remembered the youngest artist — a beautiful woman of about thirty, with a dark hairstyle and a black velvet dress, and the most senior artist — an elderly man who looks something more like an American than a Russian. He reminded me of such a colorful Hollywood actor of the 50s of the last century. Each of the artists went to the canvas, prepared the accessories and, casting us a slow look, the artists started the creative process. Already in the fifteenth minute, we calmed down and stayed free. But I soon rejoiced at my calmness - with him came sexual arousal. I must say that there were six women artists, and with me stood naked Dasha. All this made me feel like a member gradually hardens. I'm not sure that everyone who was present here would have been pleased to contemplate my embarked penis - the artists would have no use for this, but would have distracted the artists. In addition, my head was filled with all kinds of unrestrained thoughts - that would be to fuck Dasha right here, in a minute burst of passion, in front of all these "creators of the brush and canvas"! I tried in every way to get rid of these thoughts from my head and at the same time control the riser. Finally a member was able to calm down, and I continued to calmly pose.

“Danil,” Dasha whispered to me imperceptibly. - I saw how you stand. I want you. Come on break. I myself almost flowed now.

“Good,” I whispered.

Painters entered the height of the work.Sometimes they looked at us and immediately fixed on the canvas every curve, every contour of our bodies. I contented myself with the thought of a break.

So a half hour passed. Then Innocent entered the hall and announced:

- Lord artists, do not want to rest? Excuse me to dine in our dining room.

Artists, as one, rose from their seats and, obeying their gastronomic desires, left the hall. We left the pedestal and immediately proceeded to our room.

Closing the door tightly, I hugged Dasha, taking her hands for ass. She stretched her lips to me and started kissing me. I started lowering my lips below, kissing her neck, shoulders and tits. At the same time I kneaded her soft buttocks, tired of the tension. Dasha told me:

- I hope no one will come to us and do not interfere?

- The only one who enters is me in you! - I whispered in her ear and put it on the sofa. Dasha spread her gorgeous legs, and I lay down on it and entered the penis into a pretty wet vagina. My sweetheart lay and took in my sexual organ, simultaneously touching the clitoris with her fingers. I crushed her fresh pretty tits and pink nipples swollen with excitement on them. Dasha is very turned on.

Then, when Dasha had an orgasm, I took out a penis from her vagina and allowed her to suck me. My favorite looked at me with her charming eyes and rhythmically worked her tongue on my penis, occasionally licking my balls.

- Dasha, we are still in a public place, so, so that no one suspects anything, I’ll pour all my sperm into your mouth, do you agree? - I asked.

Dasha shook her head, not distracting from the blowjob. Touching the head of a member of the mouth of my whore, I brought myself to orgasm. I felt it coming. It was very powerful, as there were quite a lot of sperm from me, but Dasha swallowed everything - this was evident from how her throat was twitching.

Recovering from recent sex, we put ourselves in order so that nothing was noticeable. Dasha combed her hair, and I wiped my dick with a damp cloth, after which we left the room in the hall where Innocent was standing. He brought a chair and set it on a pedestal.

- Well, rest? - Innocent asked us. - Ok, now you change your position. One version of the picture they have already finished writing, now will be another. Daria, sit on the chair, Daniel, stand behind and put your left hand on Daria’s left shoulder. That's it, great. Everything, they will come now. Another hour of work and you can be free!

- Here, I have another question for you, Innokentiy. If others see this picture, will anyone recognize us? - I asked.

“No,” answered Innocent. - We received an order from a private person for a picture in a similar genre. The customer is a very influential person, he pays well. So, everything is on condition of complete anonymity.

Innocent left, and after five minutes the artists returned to their seats and began to write again. The remaining hour passed rather quickly, to which we were very pleased, as we were very tired of standing. Finally, the artists, also somewhat exhausted by their work, turned down the canvases, took away their belongings and left the hall. We hurried to the room where we dressed, and soon Innocent came to us.

- Thank you guys for your service. I think that the customer will be satisfied with the result. And now, - he got two envelopes - your reward. Everything, you can be free. Good luck!

We counted the money - in each envelope there were indeed thirty thousand, after which we left the House of Arts and decided to go to the cafe, as we were very hungry.

- Well, how is Dasha, is everything alright? - I asked my girlfriend, eating a hamburger.

- Believe, it was worth it. We have earned, and have sex again, ”Dasha replied with humor.

Having finished eating, we went to the bus stop, where I arranged with Dasha about the next time and said goodbye to her with a long kiss.