It was my first time ever doing something like this: A nude photoshoot. Walking into the middle of the woods as the cool air tickled my skin and hardened my nipples; walking with a stranger who I was introduced to by my manager as the cameraman.
I was nervous at first but talking to him, he told me stories about how fun the modeling industry was: meeting amazing people, the parties that would be thrown after major shoots, and the possibility of something more… amorous… with those he took photos of. It all sounded so exciting.
We reached the coordinates on his GPS and found the perfect tree to pose with.
I started revealing more and more of my body as the cameraman set up his extensive setup. My heart was pounding,
Click after click, I held different poses only shared within a bedroom. Though, thinking about it, is this not intimate? Another person slowly seeing more and more of my body as he creates art.
“Alright, now for the nude sets.” He said, after taking one final picture. Alright, here we go.
I slowly slipped off my bra, and then my underwear, and teasingly hugged myself against the tree. I could feel his eyes through the camera. He wanted me.
Before I knew it, it was over. Though…
…I soon realized that I didn’t want to put my clothes back on, and rob the cameraman of his payment.