Camera Club Shoot. A work of 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.
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. An additional quality was a rare ability not to show any embarrassment or feelings of being self-conscious when undressing or appearing nude. She was confident, outgoing, vivacious, and happy to endure and indeed join in on occasions, 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 entered for and possibly displayed at exhibitions held by their club.
They held an annual exhibition at an arts centre in a town centre, although not our home town, anyone had a chance to see her nude photos displayed.
Not unduly concerned and after seeking my advice, I advised caution, she agreed to the terms and on the date. The fee offered for posing for a group was only slightly higher than for an individual, but the inclusion of a selection of professional quality prints from talented photographers appealed to both of us. She had a big grin on her face when she wrote the date in my desk diary.
( To be continued )
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.
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. An additional quality was a rare ability not to show any embarrassment or feelings of being self-conscious when undressing or appearing nude. She was confident, outgoing, vivacious, and happy to endure and indeed join in on occasions, 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 entered for and possibly displayed at exhibitions held by their club.
They held an annual exhibition at an arts centre in a town centre, although not our home town, anyone had a chance to see her nude photos displayed.
Not unduly concerned and after seeking my advice, I advised caution, she agreed to the terms and on the date. The fee offered for posing for a group was only slightly higher than for an individual, but the inclusion of a selection of professional quality prints from talented photographers appealed to both of us. She had a big grin on her face when she wrote the date in my desk diary.
( To be continued )
