The night before my first video modeling swimsuits, I once again had trouble sleeping.  Thoughts of Zamora and David bounced through my head, as did thoughts about me prancing around in front of other people, dressed in nothing but a few tiny pieces of cloth.

Sure, I had worn bikinis before, but usually, I covered up with a wrap unless I was actually in the water.  And my visits to the beach were few and far between.  And I'd always worn a conservative one-piece swimsuit at our town's pool because I didn't want anyone gossipping about me.

And I had no idea what these bikinis would look like.  What if they were cut wrong or looked hideous and ugly?  Or what if they revealed a little too much skin or let my butt cheeks hang out?  I just wasn't sure if I had the confidence to pull the whole thing off.

Yet something inside me was excited about being filmed as I walked and strutted around in nothing but a tiny bikini.  Why should I feel ashamed about my body?  It was the body that I was born with.  There was nothing wrong with being a woman, and it was perfectly legal and fine for women to wear bikinis.

The last thing that I remembered before falling asleep was a cute little blonde girl coming up to me and complimenting me on my swimsuit and asking me where I bought it.  

I woke up sweaty, late, and confused the next day, but after a quick hop in the shower, I felt my confidence begin to grow.  By the time Zamora arrived, I was genuinely excited to start filming.

Zamora called David the moment that the front desk of my residence hall called up to confirm that yet another package had arrived for me.  Within ten minutes, we saw him popping his head into my room, a large box in his hands.

"One box of bikinis," said David with a grin as he set down the box on a nearby chair.

"Thank you, David.  You can go now.  We will call you when we need you," said Zamora.

"What?  I was hoping to see Lucy try on one of these bikinis," said David, giving me an intense look that sent a hot flush shooting through me.

"Maybe another time," said Zamora.  "If you can be a good boy."

David responded by flashing Zamora a grin before heading out of my dorm room.

"Jeez, Zamora!" I said.  "I don't want some guy watching me change clothes.  Especially not David.  I think my whole body would go red if he was looked at me naked."

"Oh relax, Lucy.  I was just teasing him," said Zamora.  

"Yeah, well, it is kind of hot knowing that he's thinking about me wearing these," I said, patting the box of bikinis.

"It is hot.  But it'll be even hotter to see you wear one.  Come on, let's start filming," said Zamora.

It was only after Zamora locked the door that I realized that she was going to be seeing me completely naked as I changed clothes.  But then I discovered that I actually didn't mind that part at all.

With practiced ease, I threw off my sweatshirt top and dropped my pants and underwear to the ground.

"Which one first?" I asked Zamora, turning to face her head on, one hand on my hip.

"Hmmm, let's see," said Zamora, her eyes roving over my naked body for several long moments.  "Perhaps this red one."

Zamora held out a bikini to me that was red with curving cups in front held together in the center with a gold, heart-shaped clasp.  I shrugged into it, sliding and adjusting the top until my breasts were properly nestled in position.

Stepping into the bottom, I pulled it up, finding it comfortably snug in front and generous enough in the rear not to slide into the crack of my ass.  In short, the bikini fit me perfectly.

"I am filming now," said Zamora, with a smile.  And without even a shred of hesitation or doubt, I put that bikini through a workout as I strutted and pirouetted under the hot lights.

"My god, you look fantastic, Lucy.  I want to buy this bikini for myself!" exclaimed Zamora.

"Great.  Let's see what the other ones look like," I said as I quickly stripped off the red bikini.

After that, the time flew by as Zamora filmed me modeling all of the swimsuits that the company had sent me, including one really daring one-piece that barely held my breasts in check.

By the time we were done, my whole body was buzzing.  I felt as if a hundred electric wires were sending energy thrumming through my body.  Something about wearing those skimpy swimsuits with such confidence was setting off a million tiny explosions in my stomach, and it felt absolutely thrilling.

"Whew, that was hot," said Zamora, setting down the camera.  "And now is time for your reviews.  But this time I think we should do something different."

"What's that?" I asked, standing there unabashedly naked as I waited for her to pick which swimsuit I should wear.  

"This time, you will choose," said Zamora.

"All right, I choose the one-piece," I said, immensely pleased when I saw a huge smile cross Zamora's lips.

The thin strips of fabric running vertically down the front of the swimsuit had barely managed to stay in place when I had been doing my catwalk, but I figured that it would behave if I was seated on my bed.

Sure enough, while it didn't stop my breasts from jiggling every time I turned to pick up a new bikini to talk about, the suit held in place well enough throughout the review segment.

"And that's what I think about that last swimsuit.  Okay, tune in next time as I model some more clothes!" I concluded.

And with that, Zamora set down the camera and rushed over to me to kiss me right on the lips.