As she began to wake, I had already slipped back into bed
next to her. I played as if I was still asleep and watched her with one eye
open. She moved like a model. The morning sunlight glowed on her pale skin. She
put on her Jimmy Choo red suede heels. She instantly became a matter of inches
taller. She walked around the bed to the balcony doors and opened them, letting
in a flood of warm morning light. This is how I started each day, meditating
drowned in the morning’s gift of light. Today I got to watch Nausami. She stood
there in nothing but her red suede heels letting her nude body absorb the heat
from the sunshine. It was a perfect picture, which sparked an idea.
She then, after a few minutes of just being and contorting
and stretching out her body with yoga or Tai Chi like movements, began getting
dressed. I made noises like I was just waking up and saw her standing there
adjusting her black lace bra. I said “Good morning,” and she replied with the
same. “How long have you been awake?” I continued. She replied, “Long enough to
feel you eyes on me”. I laughed.
She jumped back onto the bed with the sunlight casting a halo
effect around her head, another perfect picture. We lay looking at each other
for a beat, not saying a word. I moved my right hand and touched her left, flexing and extending her well-manicured hand. It was 9am. At that moment, the
thought came rushing back into my mind. Looking her over from the soles of her
feet to the top of her head with a few intermittent stops on the way, the idea
screamed to me again. I told Nausami, “Give me one minute, and I’ll be right
back.” I jumped out of bed, a little stiff still, and went down the hallway to my
studio while wearing my scarlet pair of Ralph Lauren boxers. I entered
the studio and grabbed the first camera I had ever used which was a Nikon SLR. I loaded
it with black and white film, took two other canisters of film, and headed back
to my bedroom. My intent was to make “MAGIC”. She smiled at my return and
smiled even more when she noticed the camera in my hand.
From what I still could remember from the night before, I
don’t remember telling Nausami what I did for a living. Yet she moved as if she
knew what was coming next. She began to move more seductively arching her back
and running her hands through her hair. I would press the trigger snapping her
pose and then she’d move, snap, move, snap, move, and snap. At one point she
began tearing at the sheets and throwing them from the bed, while grabbing
another and covering herself completely. I raised the sheets with my left hand
and snapped off a few more shots with my right as she posed provocatively under
the covers. At the moment that roll of film was spent, Nausami grabbed the
camera from me saying, “Your turn”. Her soft voice and broken English pattern
made for an intense segway.
I reloaded the camera for her and showed her a few pointers
and settings to shoot with. I remember when I was learning the manual camera
process. It was like one of those “BIG IDEA” moments or like the discovery of
fire for me, as it opened up a whole other world of creativity. With the only
world I had been working in being only drawing and two dimensional arts. Nausami
snapped off a few practice shots. I was feeling a little self conscious and
hesitant, as I was always the photographer behind the camera. I asked her, “What
do you want me to do?” This was a classic line I’d heard from many an aspiring
model and subjects in my photo series. Yet I wanted her to direct me, as she
looked around the room gathering ideas of where to place me. She would then say, Move over there. Put your hands on your stomach. Smile. With each excited
direction she gave me, it was difficult not to be aroused. I grabbed a pillow
from the bed shielding myself. “Put that down”, she said with a stern voice. I
put the pillow down. I looked at her with an excited glare. I was becoming the
submissive. She and I both began to enjoy it, as she continued to bark orders
at me, telling me how to move this way and that, contorting my body and using it
as a prop. She finally told me to remove my boxers and lay on the bed. From
that moment on she shot the most provocatively intimate poses of me. The
Magical moment had arrived.
We finally took a break, walking out to the balcony and to the
night sky. It was 8:30pm. I felt lighter. I felt like I had just conquered some
kind of fear, or like stepping out from an emotional sauna. As Nausami shot, she
began asking me questions. They started out easy and gradually began to dig
deeper into my psyche. As we got more familiar, she would ask me to act out
certain roles or place me in hypothetical situations and have me act out of
those feelings. When it was right she would capture the moment on film. If
someone gave me a stack of bills at that moment it would pale in comparison to
the feeling I had after exposing myself to the point as I did with Nausami. It
was cathartic.
We kissed, went back inside, dressed, and moved through the
house to the kitchen. In the kitchen I found a pair of heels, which had to be
either Kimberly or Okoye’s next to a pair of cowboy boots. I threw them in the
adjoining guest room. As I made dinner Nausami told me she’d be leaving
California to go to New York in a few days and that I should come. I didn’t say, Yes right away, I guess I was still holding on to something that was making me
hesitate. I knew I was scheduled to meet with some brokers on a script I had to
finish, but that wasn’t for two more weeks.
She proceeded to tell me of the amazing place she’d be
staying at that had quite the view of the New York skyline, making the offer
that much more intriguing. We ate dinner out on the back balcony, continuing to
conversate deeply about life, love, and happiness being as honest and free as
could be after our photo session. I asked her what I had wondered since
running into her at the exit asking
“Where were you thinking you were going when you went out that exit?
“I was looking for you”, she replied.
I then asked, “How did you know I was outside that door?”
She replied with “You are wearing glo in the dark shoes”.
“Where were you thinking you were going when you went out that exit?
“I was looking for you”, she replied.
I then asked, “How did you know I was outside that door?”
She replied with “You are wearing glo in the dark shoes”.
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