Camera Club Model , fiction based on a real event.

The Camera Club membership was mainly composed of middle-aged men. They were polite, well-mannered, and technically competent. Their bi-annual ‘glamour’ shoot was held in a small function room in a village hall.

The shoot involved a young female model hired to pose, as directed by the tutor, on a low platform against a photographic backdrop.

The agreement was that she would start the shoot fully clothed and briefly appear naked at night's end. The stages of her disrobing were at the whim of the middle-aged, very competent tutor.

On a previous such evening, the shapely wife of one of the younger members agreed to pose, saving the club the fee, but the condition being that the bikini she posed in, remained on, albeit that it was rather brief. Towards the end of the evening, it was hoped, the tutor may persuade her to remove her top.

He told me, her saucy grin, hinted that she may well, have been prepared to do so when the question was discreetly asked during the break. , she was very clearly enjoying the attention. Sadly her husband, when consulted, insisted, most firmly, that it remained on.

On this occasion, the model was my wife Cindy and she imposed no such conditions. She agreed as requested, to pose fully nude at the end of the shoot, a fee was offered.

I imposed no restrictions on her posing. I was delighted, but a little shocked that she had agreed to go as far as the tutor had asked.

She could have insisted on limiting her exposure to appearing topless, this option was offered, but the tutor much preferred nudity. After the disappointment of the last shoot, a topless model would have quite satisfied the members, but the tutor persisted. Why, he reasoned, spoil the lines and curves of the bottom with a flimsy piece of fabric?

As no immediate satisfactory reply came to mind, she agreed to her total exposure, as directed by the tutor. A man, who had seen her naked on a previous photographic assignment.
‘ Do you mind ,a full strip , at the end? ‘ She asked .
It will only be for a short time .’
‘ But a whole group of men . You’ve only posed for one before ?
‘ Of course not . If that is what is required ‘
I replied .
‘ And a group ?
‘ I’ve been assured there are all really nice polite men ‘
‘ Sure ‘ I’ll enjoy it ‘
‘ Know you will ‘ she did with a grin .

But I had a nagging bittersweet feeling of trepidation .Would the tutor tell the guys she was my wife . Would I be embarrassed ? What would they think of me ?

This was not a job she set out to do, applied for, or even considered.
After what she and I thought would be a ‘one-off’, when I persuaded her to pose for a very proficient amateur, on a ‘no fees either way’ arrangement, as I wanted a set of professional photos to keep.

. She is a little vane, but after taking time to consider agreed. She had posed topless for me many times since before marriage and liked to sunbathe sans top, around hotel pools, or on beaches, so it was nothing daring or new, to expose her breasts to another man.

Many hundreds of males of all ages, must have seen her topless, quite a few at such close quarters, that she chatted to them.

The photographer stipulated, that to qualify for the ‘no fees’ deal, the photos should be at the least topless, but preferably nude. She chose to agree only to the former.

He was twice her age, 28, and flattered and made her feel comfortable and look beautiful. The results were tasteful, so he easily persuaded her to pose for one of his fellow ’snapper’ friends. His style, she was told, was different, and an artier approach was preferred, and she agreed to the same terms.

So, in a space of fewer than six months, she found herself in demand in this circle and was now being well paid and accepted, of course, that her panties had to come off in such circumstances After the first occasion, she agreed to discard them, she didn’t feel at all uncomfortable.

She was too short to be a fashion model and never aspired to consider such a career or hobby. She was a mature married woman. A pretty face, flashing blue eyes, and a curvy figure did give her the qualities required by what were termed, glamour photographers.

A euphemism for men who took photos of nude women. The fact that she had a ‘supportive’ husband’, ruled out the possibility of changing her mind, due to having a jealous or possessive partner.

Her breasts, bra size 34 E, slim, with a small back, made her particularly popular.
She was confident, outgoing, happy to endure and indeed join in , with banter of a decidedly risqué nature, during a shoot—the ability to smile when posing enhanced her appeal.

So, a booking was made by the secretary and tutor of the Camera Club. It differed from her previous experience, as it involved posing nude for a group, rather than a single man, and signing a model release, so her photos could be displayed at exhibitions held by their club.

They held an annual exhibition at an arts centre not our home town, anyone had a chance to see her nude photos displayed.

After seeking my advice, ( I advised caution) she agreed to the terms and a date. The fee offered for a group, was only slightly more than for an individual, but the offer of a selection of professional quality prints from talented photographers appealed to both of us.

The secretary asked that I do not reveal that the model is my wife as it may inhibit the way members might interact with her
That suited me .She may not me embarrassed, stripping out of her clothes in front of a bunch of middle aged men , I knew I would be if they knew she was my wife .

She had a big grin on her face when she put a circle around the date of the shoot in my desk diary and wrote; ‘ Shoot for Camera Club ‘ Fully nude ‘
( To be continued )
Part 2 The club night.

The club meeting was midweek. The room was warm and private, thick curtains drawn.
There was a tutorial before the shoot, technically detailed, but a sales table, and the tutor reading a list of coming events, gave it a clubby, homely feel.

As some members, wives, I was told, didn’t like their partners attending ‘Glamour ‘nights, the numbers were augmented by members from neighboring clubs, to add to the funds generated my members of the host club. That was how her fee was derived
.This is where my wife feared, there could be a remote chance, that someone we knew might be among them, so she was pleased to hear some were from further away, rather than closer to home. The venue being a 40-minute drive away . There were such clubs on our doorstep, so it was unlikely anyone would drive all this way. The club held two such shoots a year, outdoors in summer and this autumn indoor version.

The shoot was to be in two halves, with a drinks interval of fifteen minutes or so
A tame first half, followed by a more risqué second, with full nudity, which was of a shorter duration. The 7.30 start with a talk meant the model was not required until 8.00.We arrived at 7.50, she in the dress she was required to pose in initially, under a coat, as the first chills of autumn could be felt.

Rick, club secretary, and tutor, she had, on one occasion posed nude for before. His recommendation had secured her booking. Middle-aged, slim, and balding, but with a certain urbane charm. He grinned, took her coat and introduced her to the members, about fifteen, they each shook her hand politely and made introductions. Mainly middle-aged, one about her age, one younger, early twenties. There was an air of excitement and anticipation when her coat had been removed. The lesson over and now for the enjoyable,practical experience, of watching the tutor ask an attractive young woman to remove her clothes at his direction, so they could photograph her at very close quarters,
Some, had very expensive cameras. They all knew their subject. The tutorial that had just ended, a printed sheet explained, it was about lighting and very detailed.

Two of the members, eagerly engaged her in conversation and asked how long she had been modelling, while blatantly and quite legitimately eyeing up her figure, no worry about being caught, and any offence taken, given the circumstances.
One even saying she had “a lovely large bust”, to which she grinned and agreed.

When Cindy was asked to step up on the platform, Rick described her skin tone as ‘tanned ‘, her figure as ‘curvy ‘. He put some slow jazzy background music on, for a bit of atmosphere in the rather Spartan surroundings. There was plenty of space around three sides of the stage area for the photographers to position themselves.
Cindy, he said, he had coaxed into posing for a group for the first time. Smiles and mutterings all round. He told them she was an amateur, with as you will see, a very good figure.
Rick stood next to her on the platform and posed her initially, with crooked arms, hands on hips.
The low stage was filled with lights, a reflective parasol, and a photographic backdrop. Screen for her to undress, if she wanted in one corner.
A few props, a chair with arms, a small round drinks table, chaise longe and a stool.

‘We will start with some shots in her elegant outfit, then in a black lingerie set. The first half of our shoot will finish with our model topless and after the break, she will kindly remove what remains for the nude posing.
Some murmurs of approval and anticipation at the visual feast described by the softly spoken, mild-mannered tutor.

The man standing next to me, late 60’s with an expensive Nikon on a tripod, nudged me,
“Looks as though, she’s got big tits. “, he remarked quietly, in a rather educated voice, grinning.
“She has”
I assured him.
My camera hung around my neck, perhaps giving the impression I was a member of a neighbouring club.

In the darkness, from where they had positioned themselves, some using tripods, some holding their camera, I couldn’t see all their faces, but heard a few whispered comments of appreciation at Rick’s choice of model.

For the first frames, she was in an above-the-knee, black cocktail dress, expensive heels
In pre-digital days, half were shooting in black and white. The dress, selected by Rick, was supposed to have a 50’s look.
She was posed, holding a champagne flute of fizzy water, a single rose, standing, and sitting and with one foot on a stool.

Eventually, he told her to remove the dress. She briefly went behind the screen, after carefully hanging it up, appeared in black lingerie. Murmurs of appreciation. Plunging black lace underwired bra, holding her 34DDS perfectly, and black stockings. A similar series of poses were directed by Rick, as when she was wearing the dress, a few reclining on the chaise. He was experienced at posing models and his firm direction flowed well, C appeared relaxed and smiled on cue.
To be continued.