Rolling

1

"Are you nervous?" John asks, a teasing grin gracing his lips.

You take a moment to consider his question, humming softly in consideration as you turn your body to face him. He stands just outside of the shower, far enough back that the water doesn't spray the video camera that he's currently got angled toward your wet, naked body.

You've got a big day planned, and John is eager to create his little behind the scenes montage.

"A little bit." You admit with a soft giggle, and a carefully perfected shy smile. You continue talking as you wet a cloth, and squeeze a generous drop of body wash into it. "I'm not feeling... my prettiest today, but I have worked with Soap before, and he's always been extremely kind."

John pans the camera down your body as you drag the soapy rag over your skin, leaving a trail of suds in its wake. "Well, normally it wouldn't be ideal for me to do something like this my first time meeting someone-"

"So you haven't met Ghost before?"

You press your lips together, widening your eyes in a faux innocence as John brings the camera up to your face again. You look into the lens for a moment, dipping your chin to find a seductive angle. John follows your lead, raising the camera slightly higher than your head. You shake your head in response to his question.

"You're in for a treat." John muses.

Your smile is genuine this time as you huff out a breath of amusement.

"He's even bigger in person."

You let out a real laugh, shaking your head. You turn, facing the shower head, and letting the water rinse the bubbles off of you.

You sense John moving again. Behind you he's catching a close up of your ass, slowly moving the lens down your legs, and pausing to catch a shot of your feet. Thank god you got a pedicure yesterday.

You turn again, reaching for your shampoo. "But yeah, Soap vouches for him so I've gone out on a limb." You admit, squeezing the shampoo into your hand, and begging to work it into your hair.

John doesn't respond, focused on catching a little B roll for his behind the scenes. He records as you take your time, massaging your shampoo into your scalp, before tipping your head back into the water.

John smiles as he watches you in the view finder, a sweet combination of fondness with just a pinch of lust in his eyes. "You're beautiful." He breathes out lowly as your gaze turns toward him.

Your eyes shift from the camera to his eyes. "Thank you."

The two of you hold eye contact for several beats longer than necessary before you continue your routine. John moves around, finding a new angle to film from as you begin smoothing conditioner into the ends of your hair.

"Look at those tits." The camera zooms in on your chest, which you puff out a bit with a smile. "So perfect. Can I touch them?"

He shifts the camera so that he can hold it in one hand. His free hand reaches into frame, stopping just short of your chest. He glances up briefly, just long enough to catch sight of you nodding your head before his hand comes down on your left breast. He squeezes slowly, squishing the supple fat there. You let out a breathy sigh, wrapping your fingers around his wrist.

For a minute or two, you completely relax. Your eyes fall shut, and the only sensations filling your mind are the warm water raining down against you, and John's calloused hands kneading and massaging your breasts.

The water temperature drops. John shuts the camera off, sets it on the edge of the sink. He steps back, his back hits the closed bathroom door, and he slides down to sit on the floor, legs outstretched while he watches you.