Faint first-timer

She steps into the studio wearing a white lace bodysuit that hugs every curve. The lights are softer than she expected. Her fingers fidget at her sides, the same hands that have posed on beaches and runways for years, but here everything feels different. She’s never taken her clothes off for a lens before. She asks if she can keep the lingerie on a little longer. The photographer nods, patient. She turns, bends just enough, and watches her reflection in the black glass. When the zipper finally drops, she feels the cool air touch her skin like a secret. She lets the bodysuit fall to her ankles, steps out, then lies back on the couch. Her legs part on their own. Two fingers trace circles around her clit, slow at first, then firmer. Her breath catches. A blush climbs her throat. She’s shy again, but she doesn’t stop. Her hips lift, chasing the next small shock. She bites her lip, smiles through it, and keeps going, discovering how good it feels to be watched.