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 tonight'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. However, the condition was that the bikini she posed in remained on, albeit relatively brief. Towards the end of the evening, it was hoped that the tutor would persuade her to remove her top.

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

On this occasion, my wife Cindy was the model and imposed no such conditions. As requested, she agreed to pose fully nude at the end of the shoot, for which 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 entirely 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. This man had seen her naked on a previous photographic assignment.
‘ Do you mind, an entire 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 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’, 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 vain, but after considering, she 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 the photos should be at least topless but preferably nude to qualify for the ‘no fees’ deal. She chose to agree only to the former.

He was twice her age, 28, and flattered, which 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. She was told his style was different, 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 and outgoing, happy to endure and even join in with banter of a decidedly risqué nature during a shoot—her ability to smile when posing enhanced her appeal.

So, the secretary and tutor of the Camera Club made a booking. This experience differed from her previous, 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 hometown, 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. Still, the selection of professional-quality prints from talented photographers appealed to both of us.

The secretary asked me not to reveal that the model is my wife, which may inhibit how members interact with her.
That suited me. Although she may not have been embarrassed by 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 technically detailed tutorial before the shoot, but a sales table and the tutor reading a list of coming events gave it a clubby, homely feel.

I was told that some members, wives, didn’t like their partners attending ‘Glamour ‘nights. Members from neighboring clubs augmented the numbers to supplement the funds generated by host club members. That was how her fee was derived.
My wife feared there could be a remote chance 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 was a 40-minute drive away. Such clubs were on our doorstep, so anyone would unlikely drive all this way. The club held two such shoots a year, outdoors in the summer and an indoor version this autumn.

The shoot was to be in two halves, with a drinks interval of fifteen minutes or so
The first half was tame, followed by a more risqué second, with full nudity, which was shorter in duration. The 7.30 start with a talk meant the model was not required until 8.00. We arrived at 7.50. She was initially in the dress she needed to pose 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, who were about fifteen. They each shook her hand politely and made introductions. Mainly middle-aged, one about her age, and one younger, in her early twenties. There was 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 that they could photograph her at very close quarters,
Some had costly cameras. They all knew their subject. A printed sheet explained the tutorial that had just ended; it was very detailed and about lighting.

Two of the members, eagerly engaged her in conversation and asked how long she had been modelling, while blatantly and legitimately eyeing up her figure, no worry about being caught, and any offence taken, given the circumstances.
One even said 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 ‘and her figure as ‘curvy ‘. He played some slow jazzy background music to create a bit of atmosphere in the 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 perfect figure.
Rick stood beside her on the platform and initially posed her, with crooked arms and hands on her hips.
The low stage was filled with lights, a reflective parasol, and a photographic backdrop. In one corner was a screen for her to undress if she wanted.
There are a few props, a chair with arms, a small round drinks table, a chaise longue 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 remove what remains for nude pose.
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 60s with an expensive Nikon on a tripod, nudged me,
“Looks as though, she’s got big tits. “, he remarked quietly, in a relatively educated voice, grinning.
“She has”
I assured him.
My camera hung around my neck, perhaps giving the impression that I was a neighboring club member.

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.

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

Eventually, he told her to remove the dress. After carefully hanging it up, she briefly went behind the screen and appeared in black lingerie. Murmurs of appreciation. Plunging black lace underwired bra, holding her 34DDS perfectly, and black stockings. Rick directed a similar series of poses, such as when she was wearing the dress, a few were reclining on the chaise. He was experienced at posing models and his firm direction flowed well, C appeared relaxed and smiled on cue.
Part 3

The tutor looked at his watch and said the topless poses would commence.
‘At our last shoot, the model, Alice, posed beautifully, a splendid figure. Her top, as agreed, stayed on. Brett expressly insisted it did. The right, of course, of any husband, who had so generously allowed his gorgeous wife to pose for us

But tonight, another husband, who is here, as a guest, has permitted his very well-endowed wife to remove her top for us. She grinned.
‘Would you like to prepare?’ He asked Cindy quietly. She smiled and disappeared behind the screen,
‘So, I’d like to thank Gavin, over here, for allowing the lovely Cindy to be our topless model’
I went red and felt a bittersweet mixture of pride and embarrassment as all eyes were on me.
‘Well done, good for you, were among the jovial remarks ‘
I nodded and smiled back at them, my enthusiasm far from obvious. My discomfort tempered by a tingling in my balls.

Cindy walked out confidently from behind the screen to the centre of the stage, sans bra, a broad grin evident, enjoyment of the position she found herself in, whistles and remarks about the size of her breasts followed. Rick signalled for the comments to cease.
Ripples of approval and more risqué, but complementary remarks, that I could see didn’t make her uncomfortable.

‘You don’t mind, do you?
Asked Brett.
‘Er no, of course not’
‘
Her breasts free from their confinement, showed little sign of any sag and sat high on her chest, nipples slightly erect as a frequent draught penetrated the room.
‘God, she’s got lovely tits’
he whispered.
‘She has I agreed

‘Very lovely indeed, ‘said the jocular one in a much louder voice,
‘Thanks, she replied grinning, hands on hips,
Rick looked a tad cross at the banter, temporarily losing direction control.

‘I’ve never had any complaints’
‘I bet you haven’t,’ replied Colin, the class comedian, who brought laughter and more murmurs of appreciation.

After a few topless poses, Rick asked her to put on a black jacket she had hanging behind the screen.
The tutor directing, put her through a few poses, holding the jacket open, before telling her to take it off again. Rick suggested some more on laying on the chaise and, from the back, close-ups of stocking tops. They clicked away, then he asked her to kneel and lean forward on her hands and then elbows so her tits were hanging down freely.
Colin put his hand on my shoulder.
’Your wife has got lovely tits, Gav, you’re a lucky man’
I just smiled back.
He asked her to lie on her back and raise one knee. A succession of them took it in turn, to kneel beside her and take some close-ups. He moved to position behind her head and shot from that angle. Finally, he stood and took several shots from above.
After shooting her from almost every conceivable angle, he suggested a pause for a break.
Rick announced that the interval would be fifteen minutes. He instructed Cindy quietly, to ‘Take the stockings and panties off now, to lose any red lines’
Part 4



Rick introduced me to Brett, the husband of last year’s model, his wife Alice. We had already spoken briefly.
‘You two have in common, lovely wives, who are happy to pose for us snappers. Let me show you Alice, a splendid, confident, gorgeous model. He clicked on a file on his laptop screen and an image of a young dark-haired woman in a brief bikini, breasts spilling from the top, flickered to life.
‘A cracker, eh Brett, pity you didn’t let her take her top off for us,’
said Colin, patting him on the back. He looked irritated.
‘She wouldn’t have done that, ‘he shot back.
‘She is gorgeous’
I complimented him, lovely boobs, can see most of them in that frame.
‘Well, yes, so not much point in her taking it off;’
He replied quickly.
‘We’d love to have her return
Said the tutor.

‘You two chat, maybe a joint bikini pose for the club. What would a treat that be? Gavin’s wife is taking her knickers off for us as I speak. Any nerves Gavin? Cindy may have a few, nude for a group for the first time. ‘
‘I’m sure she won’t show it’ I replied.
‘Ah, you can ask her, here she is.
She returned from the changing area, in a very short, white slinky robe with heels, the tie only loosely done up, her breasts were partially on show. The table of equipment to buy and sell did little trade as the men crowded around her, she happily chatted away to them.
A couple of the more forward men, complimented her on having ‘such a lovely pair ‘
‘She grinned and thanked them, clearly enjoying flirting with them now.
One remarked’ You’ve taken those lovely black stockings off, what a shame’
‘It all had to come off’, she replied with a grin
‘Ricks instructions.

The tutor announced that the second half would commence in three minutes. The shoot was to end promptly at 9.45. the older man she was chatting to said, rather salaciously, a leer on his face’
‘You’ll have to take your panties off now then’
‘I already have ‘, she replied with a grin.

‘Brett, nudged me,
‘You’re sure you don’t mind? Fully nude?’
‘Not at all, this will be the best bit, I hope you enjoy her posing for you’
The lights on the platform were switched back on, as was the jazzy, mellow background music. She walked onto the platform, and Rick directed her to remove her gown behind the screen, soon reappearing nude, apart from her heels. She looked a little embarrassed for the first time, but grinning as the men broke into murmurs of appreciation. The lights had been adjusted, not so glaring.
Her neatly trimmed pussy was on show for the first time. I could detect a few staring intently at it. A few quite fruity, murmurs about her body, Rick quickly took over, to stop any inappropriate remarks, with a firm instruction.
‘Nude posing is all about the figure, no froth or frills of stockings or lingerie. He began.’
‘Was that frills or thrills? Ventured Colin to quiet laughter. Rick smiled but continued.
‘Hands on hips please’
‘What do you think then Brett? I asked quietly.
‘She’s gorgeous, amazing body’
‘Like to see Alice up there, all on show?’

He hesitated, topless, maybe, but not nude’
‘They are all, staring right at her pussy’
‘Yes, so they are, it’s what they’ve paid to see and capture on camera. Stare as much as you like, that’s why she’s here, camera ready?’
He fiddled with the lens and positioned himself with his fellow snappers,
‘Cindy has a lovely, classical hourglass figure, a large bust, and slim waist and toned er, lower body’
‘He means you have a lovely bum! ‘Said, Colin, the more forward one.
‘We can see that, you look gorgeous my dear’
Struck up her earlier admirer, a silver-haired, bearded, tall man with a wide grin.
‘Thanks’

Rick looked uncomfortable at the exchange and went into a lengthy monologue about avoiding shadows as the group of men appraised her nude body, just a few feet away.
Rick nodded at her, ‘Your back to us, for the first frames’
Her bottom was admired and commented on, Rick, not so concerned now, as the shoot was ending soon. Poses from back and front culminated in her being directed to the chair. She slipped off the heels and Rick positioned her carefully, touching her for the first time, if fleetingly, pushing her shoulders gently back and bending her knee as he directed her to drape one leg over an arm.
‘Cindy will be pleased to hear that she can take the weight of her feet and relax in the chair for the final series.
‘Camera ready Brett? Last poses will be the most revealing’
‘She’s going to spread her legs?’
‘She will have to carry out any instructions Rick issues, that’s her agreement’
‘God, I wouldn’t let Alice do that’
‘But people know her here. We live over 40 miles away’

I was a little shocked, about her potential level of exposure, but she allowed Rick to pose her as directed. I moved nearer, but the pose was not as explicit as it looked, her hands crossed artistically, covering her exposed pussy. The men changed positions as they knelt to take their photos. It took a few minutes for them all to get their shots, and she seemed relaxed and not uncomfortable being posed in such a way. Satisfied that all had their turn, Rick proceeded with the next pose.

‘Hands behind your neck’ well this one, he instructed, firmly touching her wrist. Any hint at modesty, was now a little restricted, as just one small hand covered her entrance. I moved a little closer. Her pussy lips were just visible, the distance of one foot on the floor and the other over the arm, calculated by Rick to ensure a little more exposure, her hand he had draped carefully in a position that prevented explicit shots being taken. . Rick kept her in that position until all the men had shot off a few frames.
‘Jeez, ' said Brett,
‘She has it all on show now’
‘Isn't that what you want to see? ‘Better get a few close ups then’
I replied, as Brett knelt at close range and shot at my rather exposed, but smiling wife’
‘If a shoot were 40 miles from here, no one would know you or Alice.
It looks as though my wife is en