[Plumbus]

We were to meet the gentleman from the naturist camp site again. He was a professional photographer and when we had a drink with him he asked if I had ever done any modelling. I asked what sort of modelling he said glamour and figure etc. I gathered that this meant showing rather more of myself than I would normally do. He went on to explain that he was working on a project with a writer in which they were exploring the nature of human attraction, both physical and mental. Where I was to fit into this was not clear but he asked if I would like to come to his house the next day to do a photo test. He reassured me that his wife acted as his assistant and would be there to meet me and prepare me for a session. She was a makeup artist and prepared his models for him to photograph.
When I met her the next day together with my husband she was very sweet to me and made me relaxed straight away. She asked if I had ever done a session before to which I answered ‘not really’ and I did not know quite what to expect. She told me that her husband was gentle and would not expect me to do anything with which I was unhappy.
The plan was for her to do my make up and hair (which I soon found out meant my pubic hair as well). When it came to my pubes she asked if I was happy for her to trim it if necessary and that if I had hair around my anus she would like to remove it (this would be done with a depleting cream and not wax)
When it came to it I got into a robe and went off to her studio where she asked me to get up on the table and lay face down. I was naked and she took a look at me and ran her hands over me. She started with my bottom and soon she had taken off some of my pubes both around my anus and my vagina to an extent. She then turned me over and trimmed the rest of my pubes. I have to admit that my lower regions did look very smart after she had finished.
My face makeup and hair did not take too long and when she was done I did feel very glamorous even if there was no one to see me apart from her and briefly my husband.
The final preparation before the shoot was a massage which was done by an assistant who was a male and I did find that a bit intimidating but he was very good and I think was gay. He put his hands in very private parts but somehow it did not seem odd to me.
When all this was done the photographer was ready but it had come on to rain. Only lightly but none the less I had never been photographed nude in the rain before by my husband.
We did some shots in his back garden, which went down to the beach. It was all very private and when he asked if I would like to go to the waters edge it seemed quite a natural thing to do and we were joined by his wife who was also nude under her robe and we went into the surf and splashed each othe whilst he shot our pictures.
Next time I will tell you of how this relationship developed.