Mari strips nude for the camera!

Marigold tried to ignore the shutter clicking exactly five feet away, but every time she looked away, she imagined a thousand pairs of eyes staring at her. She slowly rolled down her tights, feeling like she was baring her sinfully lacy panties for a stadium full of people. It was all she could do to keep from covering her white floral undergarments- no matter how much Harry said that this would make her look beautiful, she couldn't help but feel awkward and embarrassed. This couldn't be what supermodels felt like.

"O-okay," Marigold said. "I-I'll test the toys out. That's what you wanted, right?"

"Absolutely, gorgeous," Harry nodded. He'd almost gotten this bombshell blonde out of her clothes, he just needed something to press her a little further. "There's just one last thing you need to do before that, though."

"W-what is it?" Mari asked, already knowing the answer.

"Take off those panties and that vest."

"I..." Marigold was too embarrassed to even eep. She just stared and blushed redder than a tomato. "I can't!"

"Sure you can," Harry said. "Just do exactly what I say. You don't even have to think. Just trust the camera. Trust that it'll make you the most beautiful girl of the whole con."

Mari's breath quickened. Her heart pounded in her ears so loud she couldn't even hear the shutter click.

"O... okay," Mari said, barely hearing herself. She shivered not from the cold, but the idea that she was turning herself over to a man she barely knew, just because she wanted to believe he could take her out of the moment and be someone other than the Mari that had just agreed to test out a pair of sex toys.

Harry knew he had her. He could see it in the way her eyes went wide, the way her chest heaved beneath that heavy-duty vest, the way her hands brushed over her sex. She was his private model... maybe even more than that, if he got lucky.

"Take off that vest." Harry's voice was firm and gentle all at once.

"I..." Mari tried to protest, but the camera's shutter silenced her. She reached for her velcro straps. Another round of clicking. With quivering fingers, she ripped open the velcro covering her zipper in front. Finally, she did as she was told and unzipped her compression vest.

Harry nearly dropped his camera when Mari's breasts erupted out of her vest. Somehow by the grace of God, he'd caught their wondrous release on film, but he still couldn't believe how big this girl's tits really were. How the Hell had she been hiding those watermelons?

Marigold stood frozen in place, neither covering herself nor taking off her vest. She had no idea what to do other than let Harry take his photos.

"Dear God," Harry said under his breath. "Would you look at those..."

Harry zoomed in on her enormous breasts. Mari's tits were twin miracles of nature: somehow still perky and youthful despite their size, topped by enormous pink circles of skin and big, budding pink nipples. Now that her budding peaks were freed from their prison, Mari's nipples were beginning to stiffen in the cold air.

"One last step," Harry lied. "Just your panties, gorgeous. Then you're done."

Mari took a deep breath (it was so much easier now that her chest was free!) and reached for her panties. The promise of a quick finish hurried her along, and before she knew it, her panties were around her ankles.

Again, Harry nearly dropped his camera. Marigold had a bush like no other: completely unshaven tufts of downy golden hair puffed over her mound. This girl was "all natural" in a dozen ways.

Marigold shrugged out of her vest, stepped out of her panties, and stood in front of the camera naked as the day she was born. Harry could hardly summon the words to encourage her to do anything but blush for him. Frankly, there was only one thing he could say.

"Jesus titty-fucking Christ."