The girl from film class [MF]

I thought I’d try out a film class. It’d had been a great experience so far, but this week we were allocated to work in pairs to create something spontaneous. I’d met a few people in the class, although I was far more comfortable with my thoughts than engaging with other people, but was allocated with a girl who I’d never really spoken to.

She seemed delicate and demur, wearing a light floral dress which flowed over her curves. Her medium length ginger hair neatly tied in a braid, falling onto her collarbone and neck, both on display. A hint of herself carefully shared. She seemed a little shy too, but gently started opening up as we spent some time together.

The piece was to focus on light and shadow; two sides of something natural. How brightness and darkness allow us to share secrets otherwise hidden in plain sight. Neither of us had done this before, and we agree to head to her apartment to utilise the spontaneity and see what unfolds.

As we enter, I’m overcome with the deliciousness of freshly prepared banana bread, something she’d perfected over quarantine she said. There was a tension in the room, the anticipation of what’s to come. Rather than get lost in idle chit chat, I ask her to show me the room with the best lighting. She gestures toward her bedroom. Instinctively she sits on the edge of her bed, and I start to get lost in how the light runs across her. The softness of her side nearest the window, and shadow of the other side, hidden from light.

I take out my old film camera, leaving my bag on the floor behind me. I take her in for a second, and just see her there, a mix of nervousness and excitement. Our eyes meet, and she holds my gaze for a second or two, softening as the tension melts into a shared warmth. Without thinking, I let myself go, and I’m drawn down to her neck and collarbone, the only place on her where the shadows precede the light.

I know she see’s my shift in focus, so I divulge her first directive “I need you to sit in the light.” She looks down momentarily, realising what I mean, and then looks up at me. Her hands float up her body, as she slowly pulls the collar of her dress wider, opening herself up to the light. I leave the camera by my side, allowing her to relax into the moment. She playfully tugs at her braid, as her hands run down her upper chest, and she unbuttons her dress ever so slowly. Even with this first move, it’s clear there’s so much of her to discover, as the light floral dress is now contrasted by the top of her dark grey bra.

We share another wordless look, and I’m now transfixed on her. Her hands dangle in front of her, crossing her body, as her eyes widen and I can feel what’s coming. Her hands slowly bring the edge of her dress up, riding ever so softly up her legs, until she allows the crease in her hips and her cute little panties to be on display for just a second. I stand there, taking her in, as she hides herself under her dress once more. As she pauses momentarily, I can feel an eagerness in her, as she enjoys sharing herself with me.

As she allows her dress to ride up higher this time, I realise I am enjoying this too. Lost in her putting herself on display for me. I can feel the effect she’s having on me, but I don’t try to hide it, realising it’s only natural for my body to respond so viscerally to her. I’m sure she may have noticed it too, but I can feel the warmth between us growing.

I know there’s more she wants to share with me, as she turns away in her grey underwear, allowing the light to hit her back and to show off more of her curves. Seeing someone in tight leggings, with a figure like this is always a treat. Even as you undo them, and enjoy their curves, running your hands all over them, leaving redness or deeper marks if you so choose, or seeing the view of their little folds as they bend over and arch their back, it’s not like this. The focus is on the physical sensations, not taking the time to etch every part of them into your memory. The little indent in their back when they turn, the crease between their legs and their ass, the parts of so uniquely them which run over their legs. It’s all secrets they’d never be able to share, without the intimacy of the light.

As she lets her bra straps fall to down her arms, and twists away just a little bit more, obscuring herself from view, my mind runs to what’s hidden in the darkness. Her hands run up and down her legs, onto her ass, as her collapsed bra straps tighten against her skin. She slowly plays with the front of her bra, and allows it to fall, throwing it onto the ground between us.

Before I see her show herself off more, I give her the second directive. “Go and stand near the desk, and face away from me. As she positions herself, I turn on the warm light next to her, which falls softly onto the wall, creating an orange hue.

“Keep facing away from me but don’t hide anymore.” She bends forward, arching her back, and pushing her ass up, showing me that her little folds are hidden under the last piece of fabric. I’m sure she can feel the heat of my eyes on her, as she softly runs her hand around her ass. As I get lost in her again, she slips her thumbs under the side of her panties, and runs them down ever so slowly. She angles away from me momentarily, and then moves to show me what’s still hidden. Her little lips are absolutely gorgeous. From this view she looks completely exposed, nothing hiding her little folds or delicate asshole.

Many more moments pass, as I just take her in. This shy, quiet girl allowing me to see almost all of her. “Turn around” I say, as she complies. Her hands run up to cover her breasts, still hiding them from my view. In that moment she’s almost directly facing me, the orange hue running across her. Although I feel like she’s shared all that is her with me, she still holds her hands over her last secret. There’s a hint of her gorgeous pink areolas. I can’t look away but I know this is how she should be captured. A secret hidden from me, and another from the camera; her gorgeous little bush hiding her little lips, as light runs across her yet again.

Let me know what you think. Could write more if you’re interested :)

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