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Sandals? He had quite a beer belly, was forever
biting his nails and never seemed to be still for a second. Sandy wrinkled
her cute nose. How distasteful, she thought. He appeared hardly to notice
her at all as he ferreted around his dimly lit studio busying himself by
constantly fiddling, adjusting lights, cameras and other equipment.
Margaret saw the consternation on Sandy's face and whispered in her ear.
"Don't judge him by his looks or manner. He's very good at what he does."
When he was ready, he came over to Sandy and Margaret. "Okay, Maggie," he
said, talking directly to her. Apart from a quick head to toe appraisal,
he just about ignored Sandy. "You know the routine. Take your friend in
the other room to change. You'll find swimwear and underwear in there all
clean and new. We'll do the swimwear shots first, okay?" In the changing
room, Sandy sat on the edge of a single bed piled with various articles of
clothing, most of it sheer, skimpy and very sexy. She heaved a long sigh.
"God, my insides are churning. I'm not sure about this." "Relax, Sandy."
Margaret stood in front of her friend, placed a hand gently on her
shoulder. "You'll be fine. Paul may seem a little abrupt and distant, but
believe me he's carefully noted all your qualities. If you didn't meet his
requirements, we'd be in the car and on our way home by now." "Oh, I wish
we were," Sandy said. "I can't stop shaking." "Don't worry. We're all
like that when we're starting out. I was. It's only natural. Come on,
get undressed. We mustn't keep Paul waiting." Sandy grabbed the hem of her
T-shirt, hesitated. Eyes wide, she looked up at Margaret inquiringly.
"Oh, come on, Sandy." Margaret made a gesture of hopelessness with her
hands. "Surely you don't mind undressing in front of me. God, you've got
nothing I haven't seen before." A moment later, Sandy was sitting in just
jeans and bra, a thin, lacy affair that pushed her small, firm breasts together and upwards revealing a striking cleavage of lightly freckled,
pale, creamy flesh. The cups were almost transparent and her pink, erect
nipples could clearly be seen through the material. Trying not to stare
too much at her friend's delightful charms, Margaret offered encouragement.
"There," she said, "nothing to it. Now the jeans. Quickly." Blushing
furiously, Sandy stood up. She fumbled with the fly of her 501's and slid
the garment over her rounded hips, down her thighs and long legs and
stepped out of them. She tossed the jeans on the end of the bed with a
casualness she was far from feeling. Enviously Margaret eyed the snug
white panties cut low across Sandy's slightly rounded belly and high on her
hips. The panties left most of her friend's bottom bare, each full cheek
taut, smooth and unblemished. God, she looked positively ravishing. Sandy
turned her back as she unfastened her bra. She let the garment slip down
her arms and placed it with her jeans. As she reached for a bikini top,
Margaret glimpsed perfect orbs hard as apples, tipped with sharp, excited
nipples. The white panties soon whispered down Sandy's long legs to reveal
a sprinkling of neatly trimmed red pubes covering her full mount leaving
the girlish line of her sex clearly defined. She quickly replaced them
with a string bikini bottom that could hardly be called decent; a fact
Sandy was quick to point out. "This thing is far too small. It barely
covers me, Margaret. It's awful." Sandy, red-faced, nervously fidgeted and
tugged the clinging material into place around the bulge of her prominent
crotch. "It's fine, Sandy, you look absolutely stunning," Margaret said,
unashamedly eyeing her friend's natural assets. "I've told you before, you
worry too much." Sandy frantically adjusted the miniscule bra to cover as
much of her delightful breasts as possible. She was fighting a losing
battle. The small, v-shape scraps of cloth only just hid her nipples
leaving much of the creamy globes exposed.

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