Camera club.
Sometime during the late seventies or early eighties, whilst working in France, I joined a camera club. Nothing unusual about this but I did find it a bit boring because it was nearly all about equipment and how to use it and far less about taking pleasing pictures.
After one meeting I had a drink with some of the others and found that we agreed. They wanted to try something different and the subject of glamour came up. They asked if I knew anyone who would pose for us.
My wife had done a few pictures with me and amongst them were topless ones taken on a beach, which was pretty normal in France. I showed them to the others and they agreed that she would be a fine model, particularly if she were prepared to do topless. I said that I would ask her and when I didb she said no but upon reflection she agreed to do it if I was there as well.
This was to lead to more sessions and them asking her to be more adventurous with her poses. I always left it to her judgement as to how bold she was prepared to be but I was very proud of her whatever she did.
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