User:Pam69
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Pam69 is an infrequent contributor to Voyeurweb who really ought to become a regular. She started her nude modeling fun at an early age for a photography club, and she has grown more beautiful and graceful over the years. Her images are highly erotically charged, especially with the excellent storyline she tells how the images came to be.
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The Genesis of a Nude Model
Pam's excellent stories of modelling for a photography club should go here
Thanks for the intro, FAQ. You are doing well at warming up the audience. Given the work-up I guess I have to start somewhere. Here goes:
The Beginning
I can't recall a time when I didn't feel excited at the idea of showing off my nude body. One thing I remember clearly was getting grief from my parents one day when they found I had my knickers on inside out. Thinking back to the context and the people involved, I must have been no more than 4 or 5 at the time. The fact was that my knickers were inside out precisely because I had put them back on carelessly after playing nude games with other children in the local wood!
Later on, when I was getting hairy in new places and getting an idea about what boys were really good for, I got really turned on at the idea of showing off to them completely nude. My best friend and I picked up the word "cunt" at some stage, and we spent ages dreaming up ways we could get boys to "look at our cunts". With that sort of background it isn't surprising that my urge to show off developed as it did.
What really opened my eyes (and my best friend's as well, because she was there at the time) was coming across some photos in my older brother's bedroom - I was snooping around as sisters tend to do. Not only did the photos show a nude girl, I also knew who she was - his girlfriend. Her name was Stephanie. I knew her really well - she was like an older sister to me.
Seeing her nude was fantastic - I knew she was beautiful, but it was great to see all of her. From the photos I knew instinctively that she was very happy with what she was doing, and I thought she looked incredibly sexy. From that moment on I knew I wanted to do exactly what she had done. Whenever the opportunity presented itself I would go back to my brother's room and gaze in awe at the photos of Stephanie.
I wanted to know all I could about being photographed nude and I desperately wanted to speak to her about it, but it was quite a while before I managed to broach the subject.
What I had guessed, but wasn't certain about, was that she hadn't posed for my brother on his own - the photos had been taken at group sessions for members of his photographic club. When I heard about that I knew I wanted to do exactly the same. Stephanie must have known what was on my mind, but she didn't try to discourage me, just said I was too young and would have to wait a bit longer. She even brought round her full album of photos to show me one summer afternoon when there was no-one else in.
After that point growing up seemed very slow - I just couldn't wait to be old enough to get all my clothes off in front of a group of photographers!
Some Problems with Modelling
These are mainly problems that women know only too well and men ignore at their peril.
Sexual secretions are always exciting (well, in the right context anyway), and, like most nude models, I had to deal with the problems they created while posing for the photographers. It was usually an escalating problem; just the idea of posing nude would get me excited, so I would usually be well lubricated even before the session had started. If the session was going well and I was feeling comfortable and relaxed, my swelling labia would soon be very obvious to the photographers (even through a full bush of pubic hair, if that was what I had at the time).
My obvious display of sexual excitement didn't embarrass me in the slightest, it was all part of my showing off - I wanted the photographers to know I was getting turned on. To put them at their ease I would usually make some mention of it myself so that they didn't begin to feel embarrassed for me. That way they would know I was feeling hot and horny, and we could all enjoy a really sexy evening. Since we were all relaxed together my poses would become freer and more overtly sexual, and during almost every modelling session I did my labia would be fully unfurled and on full display between my legs within fifteen or twenty minutes.
Being very aware of the show going on between my legs would get me even more excited, and the lubrication would flow ever more copiously. While the display might have been exciting for the viewers, it was invariably a source of some discomfort for me. There was no way I would have wanted the flow to stop; I loved the erotic value of having a dripping wet cunt to show off, but I did feel the need for a good wipe every few minutes.
The first issue was whether to make my periodic drying off public, or retire to the changing room and do it in private. Going to the changing room seemed to be a wimp's way out - they knew what was happening to me, they were enjoying it as much as I was, and I thought they could share the experience with me (as long as they put their cameras down).
I soon realised that tissue was not the best solution. It works all right at mopping up, but I still remember the embarrassment I felt when I realised its limitations in very graphic manner. A photographer showed me a rather fetching close-up of my pubic region he had taken the previous week; a veiled outline of my unfurled labia, and, prominent in the foreground, a piece of tissue entangled in my pubic hair.
That revelation led me to a stroke of genius - just off-stage I would set up a low table with a large absorbent towel on it. When I needed to dry off I would call a brief halt and go an sit down on my towel for a few moments rest. Most of them knew what was happening; those that didn't must have been pretty naive.
One thing that was unavoidable was an increasingly moist and unruly tangle of pubic hair as the session progressed. That single aspect of my appearance virtually ruled out any hope of posing for cool classic artistic nude shots (except rear views which were still possible as long as I kept my legs firmly together). It wasn't at all why I went there, but it would have been nice to have modelled for just one classic photograph for which someone won an award!
I did say that I wasn't embarrassed about my feminine secretions, but that is not entirely true. During my first nude session for the photographic club I knew I was very moist, but wasn't fully aware of the consequences. At some point someone suggested I should sit down on the background paper for a few shots. I did just that, and sat there, leaving a rather large stain on the paper. It was a rather obvious and very explicit statement, and I felt embarrassed that I had left the mark for all to see and that I had spoilt a rather expensive length of background paper.
I soon got over it!
Erotic Exhibitionism Fun
FAQ wrote: Pam's tale of hiding along a highway nude could go here or her nude beach adventures
Pam replied: Not sure where this comes from - I have certainly had nude beach adventures, but the highway is a bit of a mystery, unless you got to hear about the drive along the Costa del Sol with shaved pubes and no knickers. Were you the man in a huge lorry who leaned out of the window and made a vulgar gesture?
I haven't often hidden while nude, but maybe you were the guy who spotted me and my best friend strolling through the wood stark naked, playing at being nudists. If you had known how far we were away from our clothes you would have chased us a bit harder. We might get you sent down, though, for chasing 14 year-old virgins through the woods to satisfy your wicked ways!
Anyway, smiles all round, this could get rude! Fun!
Teenage antics - in the wood with my best friend, playing at being nudists . We started when we were about 13. I was the one with the tits, but she had amazing nipples, which well made up for her tiny breasts, and a lovely perky bum. At first we were a bit scared and just walked around carrying our clothes. We quickly realised that wasn't really daring enough for us, and we also thought we must have looked rather naff with bundles of clothes under our arms - we wanted to be elegant, desirable girls walking freely wherever we liked, with nothing to stop people seeing every detail of our amazing nude bodies (nude except for our sandals, that is). Very soon we had started to hide our clothes and go off for long nude rambles. Our only safety net was that we knew the wood very well and reckoned that if we were spotted we could either find a way back to our clothes or else hide until the danger was over. We were spotted several times, and ran like mad - a bit ironic really, we went there hoping to be seen and when it actually happened we got scared and ran away.
I remember our pubic hair hadn't yet got very bushy, and we were both rather keen on showing off our ladies' bits which had developed enough to show through nicely. We were probably lucky that that no-one ever actually got close enough to enjoy the views we were offering, apart that is from my friend's brother who joined us one occasion and got a pretty good anatomy lesson. That was all a fix up anyway, we lured him there - he thought he was going there to spy on me secretly but we ambushed him him and "forced" him to watch us in the nude. He was mainly watching me, which I enjoyed - he got to see his sister sometimes at home so she wasn't such a novelty. That little set-up happened after my friend and I had enjoyed a session of very explicit posing for each other, inspired by a secret visit to my older brother's room to study his stash of nudie magazines. We were by a raised bank in the wood, and took it in turns to to pose for each other on top of the bank - we had just seen some pretty raunchy shots and we really enjoyed reproducing them. That actually got both of us pretty excited and I remember wishing that I was doing it for a rather different audience, not for my best friend who I had known since we were tiny. I remember standing on the bank with my legs wide apart, holding my labia open and saying to her "It's a pity you are a girl. I wish you could find me a boy to look at my cunt." We both thought of an ideal victim at about the same time, and that was when the elaborate plot to lure her brother began.
That display for her brother in the wood was fantastic. I just loved doing it, and I think that really made me determined to do real nude modelling. It was frustrating, but I did know I would have to wait a bit to fulfill my full ambition!
Nude Modelling Insights
I thought of calling it Nude Modelling Trivia, but that underplays it, so in no particular order I will create some paragraphs
Nude models In the pre-digital era there was strong demand for nude models, largely organised through agencies. The models were mainly part-time, girls working in their spare time to make extra cash. Quite a lot were nurses, who were very badly paid, and there were a good number of Australians who tended to have a pretty raw and basic attitude! Most photographic work would be local, posing for swimwear or lingerie, rather than topless or nude. Occasionally there would be a 'figure' job for a professional photographer, for which the hours would usually be longer and the fees higher. Those jobs were sought after, and they would invariably go to the well turned-out and highly presentable models on the agency's books. The bulk of the work for the modelling foot-soldiers was for life-drawing classes in art colleges - most of the colleges were public sector and the fees were officially fixed - typically just a bit higher than a cleaner would get. This was seen a socially acceptable form of nude modelling, and for many of the models that was an important consideration. The truth was, though, that a girl could make at least twice the money posing for photographic clubs - not usually one to one, but in front of maybe ten or fifteen photographers. To offset against the higher fees she would have to accept that sexually explicit posing was often expected, and that literally thousands of photographs could be taken in a two hour session. In the trade, club photography was pretty much the pits and models would often treat club photographers with disdain, if not outright contempt. It didn't matter much to the agencies, they still got their commission, but it was a rather unpleasant business, with customers passing feedback to the agency about about a model's good and bad points, and most particularly about her willingness to allow explicit photographs. If a girl wouldn't go beyond topless, the word soon got round.
I was never caught up in that particular unpleasantness because I was always an amateur - I did it because I wanted to and never got mixed up with agencies. I will admit it was a fairly rare thing for a girl to do, but I was by no means alone. I knew of other girls who had done it, and I met one or two of them. If we had anything in common it was a great sense of excitement at doing something so revealing, I suppose you would call it exhibitionism. I soon realised that the idea of showing off seemed to appeal quite widely to women; many were quite fascinated about what I did, and quite a lot seemed eager to do the same - all they lacked was the opportunity. Several wives and girlfriends followed my example and went along to the club. Beforehand they would usually say something like 'I don't think I could go as far as you did, I'll just see how it goes', but to my recollection all of them did eventually end up completely nude in the studio.
When I started modelling, nude photography itself was very much a minority activity; there was no real alternative to film cameras and the nature of the subject matter meant that very few photographers were prepared to have their nude photographs processed by the local photgraphic shop. They either did it all themselves, which required time, equipment and skill, or else they just didn't take nude photographs. That situation did lead to the apocryphal stories of 'photographers' at nude sessions who were just there to look at the model - they had no film in the camera. It was of course pretty difficult to tell whether that was really true, but several things tended to give it away; never stopping to change film, when most real photographers would get through three or four rolls in one session, and never bringing in any prints to pass around at the next session. One thing that I sometimes did while modelling was to keep an eye on the rewind knobs of the cameras - except at the very beginning of a film that would turn every time the film was wound on between shots. If I thought someone had an empty camera I would watch for a while just to check my suspicions - it didn't bother me at all either way, I was there as a complete amateur simply because I wanted people to look at me.
Digital cameras and the internet changed things for nude models. Digital cameras turned every wife and girlfriend into a potential nude model. That meant a big change in the core business (sorry about the 'core' bit but it seems oddly appropriate). The demand for models went down because suddenly there were billions of home-produced digital pics throughout millions of homes. However the internet saw the rise of sites showing nude photos, and so on balance the demand for nude models probably increased hugely.
Sneaky photographs Opportunistic photographs taken when the model isn't ready or isn't aware. Some sneaky photographs are worse than others - the changing room shot was really sneaky because the photographer had to turn round and follow me to get it. It was rear shot, so I had no idea what he was up to - it was a bit like being stabbed in the back.
Most photographers respected the unwritten rule that they would only take photographs when the model was ready, but when there were ten or twelve photographers in a club session things did sometimes did get a little out of order. They would all want to get in on the action, and tended to spread out around the model, all snapping away at the same time from different viewpoints. Quite often some viewpoints would allow very revealing photographs, and with so much going on the model would not always be aware. After a few sessions I got to know who was in the habit of looking for the sneaky shots - they would be off to the side where there was likely to be a view between my legs. I didn't always mind that, however - it depended who it was!
It got a lot easier for for photographers to take sneaky photographs when SLR cameras became available with autofocus and motorised zoom lenses. The old guard in the photographic clubs tended to sneer at what they called "plastic cameras", but they certainly did allow well-focussed close-ups to be taken very quickly. Even in my early sessions there were a few "plastic cameras" around, and I was the victim of a quite a few sneaky and opportunistic photographs.
Advice to Boyfriends - Sharing the darkroom Be careful, be very careful. Don't leave negatives of your girlfriend anywhere in the darkroom when your mate is using it. He will print his pics, and every single one of yours as well. Your girlfriend's anatomical details will be common currency in the pub for the next few months. Similarly collect up every single strip of your negatives when you leave a friend's darkroom or else the same thing will happen re your girlfriend. If you have recently been dumped by your girlfriend read the section below.
Advice to Girlfriends Read the above very carefully. Then remember that the photos your boyfriend took could even now be circulating as a sort of macho-currency. It is possible, even likely, that he left the negatives of you, his super-sexy girlfriend, in his mate's darkroom quite intentionally to make him jealous. That idea might turn you on, but remember that the photos really are a sort of currency - they circulate faster than you can imagine and they get grubbier with every transaction. If your boyfriend's work mates start giving you lecherous looks in the pub, then it is time to get really suspicious.
Media - The Pre-Digital Era The only mass medium for nude photographs was Polaroid prints. They were expensive and the quality was poor. Anyone who wanted to create nude photographs of any quality had to have technical equipment and skill.
Keep your feet clean The soles of your feet tend to get dirty, even in a clean and tidy studio, but especially outside. A model probably won't even know and the photographer might not notice either. That can lead to spoiled photographs - the only option is often to crop the photo, but that can wreck the composition. In the studio there is another reason to keep your feet clean - it is very easy to leave dirty marks on the background paper if your feet are dirty. The same applies to the photographers themselves - outdoor shoes can leave very messy marks on the paper. The problem is getting them remember that when they are in a scrum around a sexy girl lying stretched out in a provocative pose,
See also: Having fun with your clothes off
My Experiences
These are things that arise from particular personal experiences - generally pre-digital when things were more fun
Friends Comments
FAQ writes:
- Pam, it just might be your nudist play that I recalled from your published stories on the VW BB. Leaving all your clothing behind and out of sight is a thrill not knowing if they will be there upon your return. You wrote of your modeling experiences in a very detailed manner. I felt like I was a photographer in the studio watching you drink that coffee whilst you remained starkers. I also recall you telling us about the decision to thin your bush to show more - an act of a true exhibitionist - but you attempted to hide that you were indeed one. The sound of fifteen camera shutters snapping madly as you exposed bits of your naughty bits echo in my ears. I hope you continue to expand your experiences on your user page. I'll enjoy reading your stories all over again... and maybe some new nude ones, too.
Pam replies: Thanks FAQ, I much appreciate your comments and your support. I have finally started to expand the nude modelling sections - I hope you like what you read and see. If you like it, other users probably will too. Please also make suggestions on things to include and ask questions. If I have anything to say, I will certainly say it!
Ah, yes! I have put a section above on that. See teenage antics.
