Steve is a member of a local photographic club and one week he took in some slightly candid photos of me to enter into a "People" competition. In two or three I was showing glimpses of my breasts by having the top buttons of my blouse undone and in a couple of others I was showing my stocking tops. I had agreed to him taking them to the club because, to tell the truth, it was a bit of an ego trip to know that he was proud of photos that he'd taken of me.
Steve was excited when he came home because, although he hadn't won the competition, the other members had liked the photos and had asked him if I would consider going along to model for them. Steve said that they would expect to take similar shots to those that he had taken. I was thrilled to be asked but, being a bit self-conscious, I wasn't sure I'd like to pose in front of a dozen or so men, most of whom I wouldn't know. Steve said that he thought that not knowing them would make it easier for me but I wasn't convinced about that. I had always been happy to model for Steve because I felt in control of what would happen to the photos. In the past he had destroyed any I didn't like but I couldn't guarantee that that would happen with the other club members. In fact, I was pretty certain it wouldn't.
Anyway, I 'phoned my friend Ann and we had quite a long chat about it. She told that she was jealous of me because she would love to be asked to do something like that, and that I should go ahead and do it. After all, Steve would be there so what could go wrong!
When Steve came home from work the next night I think I surprised him by agreeing to go along to the meeting in a couple of weeks time. In the intervening period I visited the tanning salon a few times to build a good tan. I also asked Steve what he thought I should where to the session. He suggested some smart outer clothing (blouse, short skirt, high heeled shoes) plus something sexier for slightly more revealing shots. Steve mentioned that some of the other members had asked about the possibility of taking glamour shots but that he had said no to that. He expected that I would be asked to show my cleavage and stocking tops and I told him I was quite happy to do that.
We eventually decided on an all white ensemble to contrast with my tanned skin. I would wear a short skirt and a blouse, a half-cup support bra to emphasise my breasts, a thong, suspenders and stockings. I also decided to where 3-inch high heel shoes to accentuate my shapely calves.
On the day of the meeting I was nervous and struggled to concentrate at work. I wanted to look my best so I made sure I got home early from work. I shaved under my arms and trimmed my bush on the basis that stray pubes would not look good. I shaved myself much more than I normally would have done, leaving only a narrow strip on my mons. While I was doing that I found myself getting slightly aroused at the thought of the modelling session to come, perhaps the two glasses of wine I had might have had something to do with that!.
When I eventually emerged Steve complimented me (as he always does) and did a good job of making me feel beautiful and able to face up to the "challenge".
When we arrived Steve expressed surprise at the number of cars in the car park and when we went inside we found a dozen members already there. According to Steve, the modelling nights were always popular. Neil, the club chairman came over to greet us. Steve introduced us and then I was taken around the room and introduced to the other people there. I was surprised to see a couple of women because Steve had never mentioned any women members but then I remembered reading recently that more and more women were taking up photography now.
After being introduced to all of the members Neil showed me to the part of the room where there was a changing area and the props that the models usually used. I noticed an open bottle of wine and Neil poured me a large glass before heading off to re-join the members, who were preparing their equipment. He said that should just let them know when I was ready and then just approach the area under the lighting so the shoot could start.
I slipped off my coat and sat in a chair slowly drinking the glass of wine. I then touched up my make-up, refreshed my lipstick and tidied up my hair. Once I had finished the glass of wine my nerves had calmed and I had managed to get myself into the mindset of being a model. I called out that I was ready and would be coming out.
The noise from the main part of the room died down and as I walked from behind the screen I briefly saw all of their faces turned towards me and then camera flashes started going off. Obviously some of the members had decided to photo my walk across the room to the modelling area. I hoped I looked graceful enough whilst walking across the short distance. One or two of the members started calling out instructions and I realised that they wanted me to repeat my entrance so I walked back to the screen then turned around and made my back to the modelling area.
I was now in the "model" mind-set and afterwards, when I looked back on the night, I realised that I had forgotten that Steve was there.