A real first-timer

She came by that afternoon like it was the most ordinary thing, asking for work as a nude model. One look at her face and I saw the spark. Bright eyes, clean skin, that easy blonde hair falling loose over her shoulders. I brought her in and had her start alone, just to see how she carried herself without anyone else in the room. No hurry, no script. She sat back, slipped her hand between her thighs, and let the camera catch the slow way her fingers moved. Every motion looked new to her. She lingered on the feeling, letting each touch build, letting it show on her face. The frame stayed close, tracking the flush that crept up her neck as the pleasure took over. She stayed with it until her breath broke, eyes half-closed, hips lifting off the sheets in small, instinctive rolls. A first time caught clean and unforced, right down to the last tremor.