Summer Camp
Keywords: Camp, Summer,
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This was so different. They were so close to me as I started striking different poses; they leaned forward as I stood there; they stood right over me when I sat or lay down; they called out their requests for poses.
"On all fours Sam, legs apart please."
"On your back luv, legs pulled up if you will."
"Stick your boobs out more please Sam."
All were politely phrased but all seemed so intimate. I mean lying on the floor in the skimpy top and tight jeans, my legs spread with perhaps six men at a time leaning or standing around bending forward and pointing their cameras at me is a pretty personal up thing, isn't it?
I slid the thin straps of the cut off vest down one by one. I stopped and posed with each strap just off my shoulder as requested. I took the vest off holding it above my head so my face was covered as I was asked. I held a pose with one hand on my hip the other holding the vest out to the camera and then another holding the vest down by my side almost dragging on the ground. I could hardly believe that they could be that interested in such an act as to have me make at least six poses just to get the vest off. "How the fuck many will they want when I drop me drawers?" I smiled to myself as I relaxed a little.
In just the low-cut jeans and bra I felt as nervous as hell as I struck a variety of poses.
Unclipping it and taking the damn thing off took ages.
"Slip just one strap off love."
"OK hands above your head with the straps by your elbows."
"Both straps falling down, your arms by your side, one hand on your hip."
The instructions came thick and fast. I turned to both sides, posed with my back to them the bra unclipped, faced the mass of cameras leaning forward holding the unclipped bra to my chest.
"Let the cups slip Sam so we see just a hint of one nipple."
"Let one cup fall off completely."
"Both cups off now Sam, but keep the straps halfway up your arms."
I was still being fazed by the closeness of the guys, some of whom seemed to be taking close-ups of my breasts and presumably nipples as well. It made me far tenser and much more nervous than I had ever thought I'd be. I hadn't imagined it would be like this and I was worried whether I would be able to go all the way, whether I'd be able to pose naked and whether in the end this was the way for me to earn the money I needed for stage school.
The bra came off completely and after a long series of topless shots where I pressed my boobs together, stretched my hands over my head, arched my back and leaned forward letting them dangle it was time to remove the jeans. Poses with the belt undone, the zip half way and then fully down took some time and were followed by what seemed endless shots of the jeans at varying stages of being slid down my legs and off.
"Lovely thong Sammi," one of them called out as the shutters of the cameras went nineteen to the dozen when I stood before the group just in my panties feeling more nervous than I can ever remember.
There were shots with me standing hands on hips, arms crossed over my boobs, loads from behind with me standing, kneeling and lying down, the cameras seeming to focus on the slither of lace that snuggled so tightly behind the rounded cheeks of my bum. I had to pull the waistband up so that the front was tight across my mound, then push it down until a few pubes were in view. I knelt, I laid down on my front and back with the men all bending over me making me feel hemmed in and almost claustrophobic, I knelt on my knees and on all fours.
Then I heard those quite amazing words.
"Ok love, can you take the panties off now?"
And as I did, as they asked me, so my "career" as a glamour model really started.
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Keywords: Camp, Summer,