A night it was

Nina is called at a studio for a candid photo shoot. She has to play the body of a celebrity who is not yet ready to reveal more than the audience is ready to take. Going by the script, candid is actually an understatement, Nina thinks but she agrees to the shoot only on the condition that her identity won’t be revealed and her face won’t be shot at all.

The studio is dark, only a bit of natural light trying to peep in through purple curtains. The focal point is the bed of course. It’s a queen size bed with a medium height headboard made by adjoining 4 wooden planks. The sheets are purple sateen perfect for a sex scene. She walks in and greets the director who by the way is also the actor of the film. To make her feel comfortable he has ensured that there won't be any witnesses to the scene, and thus all the responsibility is on his head including the videography. He and his team spent the entire morning preparing the scene. Since he is good with camera, the videographer didn’t have to train him much but that doesn’t make it any easy. He has to act in the scene and rush to check the camera each time to check if the shot was good enough.  

What earlier seemed like a regular routine now appears a big deal to him. The air had turned suddenly tensed from the moment Nina entered. Her cheeks looked fumed from the heat, or maybe she too was feeling the same as him. As he details her on the scene, she finds it difficult to meet his eyes. He hurries up to break the awkwardness and finishes with the script. The scene begins.

Nina is sleeping on the bed wearing just a bathrobe. She looks delicious and vulnerable, making it hard for him to think or act clearly. He is supposed to feel the smoothness of her exposed thigh and feel her through till where it ends. She wakes up to the tingling but is unable to rebel. He is already close to her hair smelling it deeply reaching for her neck. Nina shudders and he pulls himself back.

“We can take a break if you want. You really must feel comfortable for this shoot to happen.” He says.
Nina nods and takes a few deep breaths trying to shake off her nervousness. He checks the recording and acknowledges what needs to be done right and goes for another take. He runs his soft but passionate fingers on her thigh, exposing it further, desperate to get a good shot. He sniffs through her hair and tickles her ear with his tongue, not that it would show but it will make her body react. And it does, beautifully. His lips uncovering her depths, his hands consistent to discover her warmth, it’s not late when he realizes that this act has gotten real. She’s wet. Too wet that he could feel it while playing around the edges of her thighs. He wonders what could happen if he went further. He does.

Nina gives up. He is amazed by the curves, by the smoothness and he just can’t get enough. She looks him in the eye stripping off her timidity and mirroring her lust. His hands are soft as feather on her breasts giving her goose bumps every time they caress. The robe is now just a rope on her waist, and he makes sure it stays. His clothes are off, his eyes greedy, there’s nothing stopping the two of them with bodies so hot and steamy. Her legs are shaking at the beats of his fingers; she can’t take it – no more. Nina has never been so turned on before. They do it, on and on, as if there’s never going to be an end. It’s so hot and why not, they are playing with fire, igniting it further and more.

Panting like hell, they settle next to each other after the heavenly stint. Nina fights for her breath to utter the right words but instead grins at Abhay assuring him that the job was well done.