Billionaire Daddy and Nanny 2(47)

"So, I'll meet you after class at our usual spot?" Gemma asked me.

"Yea," I answered with a smile.

Gemma returned the smile before saying "ok, see you soon!"

She gave a small wave with her manicured hand and headed into the building with all the other students who had 9 o'clock classes. I watched her walk into the building before I started walking again. My class was held in the building right beside hers. I could feel excited butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I neared the creative arts building. My first class of the semester was Figure Drawing 101. This class intrigued me the most because I had heard that we would be drawing real live nude models. I bit my lip at the thought, hoping that they would be hot. The class was held on the fourth floor so I would have to take the elevator. Luckily, I got to board and ride the elevator alone because I’ve always hated how awkward sharing an elevator with other people can be.

My sandals slapped against the linoleum floor as I got off the elevator and began walking the halls in search of my class. I was looking for room 402. I passed 400, then 401, and when I reached 402, the door was closed. I pulled the door open and walked in. What I saw when I entered that class room made me choke on my spit and I had to immediately step back out so that no one in the class could see me sputtering and struggling to breathe like an idiot. I could feel my face heating up and knew that it was all red and flushed. With one hand, I searched my bag for my water bottle. Once I found it, I hurriedly twisted it open and drank until I could breathe normally. I returned the water to my bag and wiped my face. My eyes had started tearing up and I felt like a hot mess! I fanned my face and tried to calm down. Clearly, I was not as mentally prepared for this as I had otherwise thought. Again, I grabbed the door handle and took a deep breath before pulling open the door and stepping inside the large, high-ceilinged room. There were stools and drawing tables arranged in a letter 'C.' Perched upon a stool in the heart of the 'C' was a Greek God of a man, naked wearing nothing but a towel. Facing the door, a chalkboard on wheels sitting at the opening of the 'C' read:

I am your professor and model Professor Moore. Welcome to Figure Drawing 101!

Please have a seat anywhere and begin sketching.

I took a good look at this mature Thor poised like the Thinking Man atop a stool and wondered if he used to play football because he was built like a retired line-backer. With all those muscles, he looked as though he were made of stone, but also like he gave the best hugs. I imagined those strong arms wrapped around me and a shiver ran through my body. I had to shake the thought from my mind. I circled behind the easels keeping my eyes trained on him trying to find his best angle and didn't stop until I was facing his back. And what a glorious and strong back it was! He had broad shoulders and this sexy dip where his spine was. His back slimmed at the waist and just below, a glimpse of his crack peeked out from under his towel. From the looks of it, he had a great ass. I wanted nothing more than to hug him from behind. My arms would wrap tight around his waist and I'd rest my face upon his back. I closed my eyes and imagined going to sleep like that, a smile spreading across my face.

I opened my eyes and as I sat on my stool, I wondered if a picture would be inappropriate. Ok, I knew that a picture would be inappropriate but I wanted one anyway. I mean, how often is there a naked God with a perfect back sitting before you as though on a platter? Never, that's how often and I wanted a keepsake for my private collection for private moments with my private parts. I took my phone out of my pocket and acted like I was reaching in my bag for my sketch pad, but really, I was scoping the scene to see if anyone was watching. There were only three other students in the classroom at the time and these three had already begun sketching, albeit they had all decided to sketch him from the front and were thus facing me.

At that moment, I realized what a creep I was being. From the fact that I was facing his ass to the fact that I wanted to sneak a picture of said ass, I was totally being a creep. But even as I admitted the creepiness of the situation to myself, I still proceeded to pretend to take a selfie whilst taking a barrage of silent pictures of Professor Moore's back.

Once I was satisfied with my pictures, I put away my phone and finally opened my sketch pad. Now, more students were arriving and taking seats on stools. I took out a pencil and began sketching. After putting in some time and work, the sketch was coming along nicely. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that I had a beautiful subject. As my sketch got closer to completion, my mind began to wander and I quickly realized that pictures of his back alone were not enough. I needed more.