This was not my first CFNM experience, but it was probably one of the more fun ones. It was something that I initiated myself too, that I did deliberately on my own volition. It kind of grew out of what I had become since I had met up with and been involved with my girlfriend back then, Lori. Lori was a photographer. She lived and breathed it, the camera was as much a part of her as were her limbs, and by being her lover I had also become by default her own model. Somehow, she had turned a man who was afraid of getting his picture taken for a driver’s license into someone that actually enjoyed being in front of the camera.
After some months of this, she had even got me out of my clothes in front of the camera while she stayed in hers and, surprisingly to both of us, I had not shied away from it in my first CFNM experience. In fact, I had seemed to embrace it more than she or I had imagined I would as I had always been shy about this. We had never talked about it before. I had loved it. In that first time, I had not only given her the opportunity, of which she took great advantage, but had even suggested that we continue after she had run out the roll of film that had been in her camera then. What had started as a few pictures, lasted from morning until night and I knew that she was as hooked on it as I was. I am dating myself here, as this was long before the digital age of the iphone and the Internet that blossomed forth an unheard of genre then called CFNM. This was unheard of in those days of the Woodstock Nation era. The CFNM thing then was Playgirl. That was revolutionary for those days, and after that first time I had become among that revolution.
It was a Friday Morning. I was on my way to class again. I had bid Lori farewell and gone off to go catch the bus to class for the day. She had the day off. I stopped at the top of the stairs as I heard a click, a sound I knew so well. I had left the door ajar when I had gone out and this turned out to be a fatal mistake. I watched her through the crack in the door. She was moving around the bedroom, her eyes searching for any light or shadow that she could turn into something that was all but living. She excelled in this and I had often admired it. I watched her in her element. The morning sun was pouring into the bedroom, splayed by the window panes, and making collages of light and shadows in the room.
The week before it had been the same way in my first CFNM experience. I watched her and saw us posing in front of the bedroom mirror — me naked and her dressed — and how she had put the lens on a tripod and on automatic and had posed us together and then taken another camera she had and using it on me while the one on the tri pod enjoyed us. The feelings flowing through me were surreal. I had never known such intensity and did not want to stop them. In the end, the roommate had come home and we had to stop it.
The roommate was gone for the weekend. I had to make a decision. If I did not go in the next few minutes, I would miss the bus and then miss class. I kept watching her, kept thinking and remembering and, almost before I knew it, my hands were undoing the raiment I had put on a few moments before to go to class. They worked at it as if on their own until I was standing there, stark naked on on the top of the stairs. Lori did not see me. My heart was slamming against my chest, almost breaking the rib cage that held it back, almost like it had been the week before. I was nervous, my knees shook, as I made toward that door. I pushed it open. Lori swung around i total shock and surprise. There I was, naked, and in full bloom. I made for the couch in our room and sat down on it in front of her, offering myself to her and her lens. There is hardly a more powerful feeling than that. She moved closer. Now, she was smiling as the full import of what was happening manifested itself to her. She put the lens to her eye.
“Go ahead,” I said. “It’s all yours.”
We knew that the roommate was not coming home until Sunday. We knew then that I would not be dressed until then and that she would be and it was open season for her on me. Some 45 years later I still cherish that moment.
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