As I walked toward Beth, I made a mental note that she said "first set of photos". I wasn't sure why they would possibly need more photos, but I figured that I'd find out sooner or later. I also wondered what type of measurements they needed. After all, they already recorded my height and weight during the physical. Ashley retrieved a cloth tape measure and my manila folder of paperwork and was now standing next to Beth in the center of the room.

"Now Jim," continued Beth, "for this part you just need to stand still while we record a few measurements. Just keep your arms at your sides for now."

"Sure," I replied, "whatever it takes to hurry this along."

Beth now began a series of measurements, starting at the top of my head and methodically working her way down my body. She started by measuring the diameter of my head, wrapping the cloth tape around my skull at the point just above my eyes. As Beth read the measurement, Ashley recorded it in my study paperwork. Beth then measured the diameter of my neck and then stretched the cloth tape across my back to measure the width of my shoulders. The measurements continued down my body with my left arm, first measuring the length from my shoulder to my elbow, and then from my elbow to the tip of my middle finger. She repeated the measurements with my right arm. It seemed as if they were going to methodically measure every last part of my body!

"Arms up, please," Beth now commanded, “out to your sides.”

I raised both of my arms and held them out perpendicular to my body to my left and right sides. As I did so, Beth positioned herself directly in front of me, moving close enough to my body to wrap her arms around my back. Her breasts momentarily pressed against my bare chest as she passed the cloth measuring tape behind me. She was fully dressed, but the contact was nevertheless quite awkward, and she acknowledged this with a smile. She now pulled the two ends of the tape over the front of my body, measuring my chest at my nipples.

"Take a deep breath and hold it now," Beth commanded.

I inhaled deeply, expanding my chest to its full capacity. After recording my chest at full inspiration, it was time to record the opposite extreme.

"Now blow it out completely," she said.

I exhaled, pushing out as much air as possible to allow her to measure my chest at full expiration. Once that was recorded, she lowered the measuring tape down to my natural waist, directly over my navel. I started to lower my arms since it didn't seem like it was really necessary to keep them up anymore.

"No," commanded Beth, "I still need your arms out of the way."

"Here, Jim, let me help you," chimed in Ashley. “Just rest your hands on top of your head like this." As she spoke, she lifted both of my hands and moved them into position on the top of my head. "There, isn't that better?" she asked.

"Not really for me, but if it helps you, I suppose so," I said in reply.

Beth now completed her measurement of my waist, holding the two ends of the tape directly over my navel. Continuing her movement down my body, it was now time to measure my hips.

"Feet together, Jim," Beth commanded.

As I positioned my feet together, Beth slid the measuring tape further down my body, stopping at my hips. As she did, I could feel the tape rubbing against my bare, jock strapped ass. She started to pull the two ends of the tape together to record my measurement, but one end slipped from her fingers, sending it dropping to the ground and away from my body.

"Oops, sorry," she said, "we'll have to try that one again."

Beth now smiled and approached me again with the two ends of the tape in her right hand. She threaded the cloth tape behind me just as she did before. But this time it was level with my hips rather than my chest, allowing her fingers to brush against the rear strap of my jock. I then felt her fingers make contact with my bare ass, briefly touching my crack as she passed the tape behind me to her left hand. She now pulled the two ends of the tape to the front of my body, positioning the ends directly over the pouch of my jockstrap. As she pulled the tape tighter against my body, I could feel the back of her fingers pressing against the pouch that was holding my manhood. To say this was awkward barely begins to describe it. After giving Ashley my hip measurement, Beth paused for a brief moment.

“I’ve got to do your thighs and legs now, so I need you to spread your legs apart,” she commanded. “And you can lower your arms now.”

As I repositioned my legs once more and lowered my arms, Beth knelt down directly in front of me. Just as I looked down at her, she happened to look up, and we made eye contact. I felt the need to say something, but I wasn’t sure exactly what to say. So I simply smiled at her – and she smiled back. I don’t know if it was her smile, the fact that she was kneeling in front of me, or the close proximity of her face to my genitals – but at that moment, I felt my penis beginning to stir within the confines of my jockstrap.

Beth now continued the full measurement of my body with my left leg. She slipped the measuring tape around my leg, pulling it up as far as possible around the widest part of my thigh. In doing so, her fingers once again brushed against my pouch. After calling out my measurement to Ashley, she slid the tape all the way down, recording the diameter of my ankle. Next, she recorded the length of my inseam, holding one end of the tape at the floor and the other end firmly held at what can only be described as my crotch. Once again, contact was made between her fingers and my jockstrap, in this case the bottom of the pouch that was tightly holding my scrotum. She finished with my left leg by recording the length from my hip to my knee, and then from my knee to my ankle.

During this series of measurements, Ashley was still out of view and behind me. She now moved to my left side and watched as Beth repeated the same thigh and leg measurements on my right side. This time I didn’t want to watch as she measured my leg. I was starting to feel aroused from her contact and didn’t feel like I really wanted the added visual stimulation. Instead, I turned to look at Ashley who was dutifully recording the measurements from Beth. Our eyes met and she briefly smiled at me before looking back in Beth’s direction. But I continued to look at Ashley, wondering if she was getting as aroused as I was by all of this. Just then, I felt Beth’s fingers make contact with me again. I felt a strange mix of excitement and embarrassment, knowing that Ashley was really just the audience at this point, watching Beth as she touched and measured me in a very intimate way. Having finished her measurements, Beth now stood up.

“OK, that does it for the general body measurements,” said Beth. “Your turn Ashley.”

“We need to record a few skin fold measurements now, Jim” said Ashley. “You’re fine standing there just as you are.”

Ashley now handed Beth my paperwork and approached me with a set of calipers. She started by pinching the skin on the back of my right arm with the calipers and announced the measurement from my triceps area for Beth to record. I then felt her pinch the skin on the right side of my upper back as she announced this as the subscapular measurement. She then recorded the measurement of the skin around my biceps in the same way.

“Arms on top of your head, please,” Ashley ordered.

After I moved my arms out of the way, she used the calipers to measure the skin on the right side of my abdomen, followed by the skin on the right side of my chest. Ashley now knelt down in front of me and recorded the skin fold measurement of my right thigh followed by my calf.

“Now for your left side,” she said. She now repeated all of the same measurements on the left side of my body.