Photo-shoot pt3: Who needs tanlines?

"The field by the library I think."

And so they went. Stopping briefing by the fountain in the main quad. Grace bent over flashing her panties to anyone bothering to look. Which when you had a photographer running around getting different angles was more than a few people. She then squatted on the bench ringing the fountain with her left leg bent now giving a clear view of the thin lacy front as her short skirt pooled around her waist. She alternated blocking the view with the sign and letting Mark's camera have a clear view.

By the time they finished at the fountain Mark wasn't the only one with a camera pointed at Grace his was just a whole lot nicer than the others.

The magnetic pull of a hot woman showing off will do wonders for a groups migrations and a good many people found themselves suddenly needing to go to the library as well.

When they arrived there was already quite a few people out. A few reading or studying under the tree line bordering the field. Off to one side near the athletics department some 30 odd men and a few women were playing a game of ultimate frisbee. and a steady stream of students walked in and out of the library and attached cafe.

Mark walked over to a spot of grass just off the walking path and tree line, about 100 feet away from the front doors of the library. He produced a beach town from a large carrying case for his camera supplies and laid it out gesturing for Grace to do likewise.

Grace felt incredibly helpless as she got down on the ground laying out on the large sky blue towel. The group who had followed her from the quad was congregating to themselves a few feet away getting progressively bolder with their cameras and spacing. She made sure the sign was clearly visible next to her and struck a few different poses while kicking off her shoes and spreading her legs for Marks camera. Soon the group from the quad had joined Mark at Graces feet staying a few steps back from the up close and personal view Mark was getting. But it was still enough to draw the eye to what they were all focused so intently on.

Which at the moment was a 22 year old thespian who had just taken off her skirt. Lifting her hips she kicked it over onto the pile with her shoes. The thin blue lacy of her panties did very little under the afternoon sun becoming almostly completely sheer as bits of color shone through the lacy pattern.

Next went the shirt, Grace was really feeling the buzz and the attention so made a show of taking off every button. As she got to the last one she unashamedly ripped it open exposing her rivals perky C-cups to the sun for the first time since her vacation to Spain freshman year. The white triangles of untanned flesh making it perfectly clear this was a rare treat.

Grace stayed like that for a good while, savoring the attention her thong clad body received as more than a dozen cellphones recorded her and Mark snapped away with his camera.

Getting down from all fours onto her back once more Grace began to reach for her panties lifting her hips high off the ground. As her panties began to descend in the distance a well aimed frisbee hit an inattentive player square in the head with a soft thud.

Grace for her part had never felt more alive or more horny. Her hand went between her legs for modesty out of instinct and she found herself grinding into her palm. She kicked her panties off to join the rest of her discarded clothing. and began to tease the assembled crowd. Placing first her hand then the sign in front of her soon to be exposed slit. Before she gave anyone a full frontal she spun around onto her stomach once more. Before snaking the sign under and between her legs, sitting up and stretching like a cat ending with her face pressed into the ground on her knees with her rivals naked ass pointing directly at Marks DSLR camera, and shred of her dignity surviving only thanks to the thin cardstock sign. Which was then whipped away, Grace felt cheeky enough to use it as a paddle on herself which proved a little too effective as a wave of pleasure washed over the girl causing a soft moan to escape her lips, her nipples to harden and her pink flower to spasm and open.

After turning over and getting the same shots with her back on the ground Grace stood up. but instead of getting dressed. she instead bent over and handed Mark the pile of clothes. Minus the shoes which she quickly put on before finally scooping up the towel and wrapping herself in it.