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The Darkroom

I had my hands in the black bag. The film canister opened easily with the can
opener.
I slid the roll of film into the plastic holder and wound it around the track.
The cap screwed on smoothly and the work was done. Chemicals and care followed
to turn the unexposed film into a developed roll of negatives. The
temperature, agitation and timing are always critical to making a good roll of
negatives come to life with the proper tones. Sure contrast can be played with
when printing the pictures, but the negatives are the key. I rinsed off the
film and hung it up inside the darkroom with a clothes pin.

I thought the photo shoot went well. The set up was very professional. It was
paid for by
Estee Lauder as a promotion for their sunless tan creme. I thought that a
photo shoot for a sun tan product using black and white film was a little odd,
but innovative things always seem a little odd at first. That is a sign of
genius at work. I decided to reserve judgment until the printing onto
photographic paper had begun.

The negatives dried cleanly and looked good. I prepared to make a contact
sheet to view all the pictures at once. I chose an Agfa paper and slide it
into the easel. I laid out the negatives and adjusted the f-stop on the
enlarger. 15 seconds of light later I was ready to dip it into the soup and
see what I had come up with. Developer, stop bath, fixer and water produced a
nice clean contact sheet with clarity and contrast. The dryer was doing what
it was built to do and within 3 minutes I had a clean, dry sheet to peruse.
When the lights came on and the contact sheet was in the viewer, I put the
loop to my eye and started to examine the little photos all in a row. The
models looked great in black and white as did the fake, lush foliage. The
skimpy suits in the first 2 photos really did accentuate the tanned skin
against the light colored material. Looking closely, I saw the sprayed on
water that dotted the model's skin and accented the tropical ambiance. When I
got to the 5th photo, something was wrong. I rubbed my eyes and looked again.
The model, a particularly beautiful brunette, was not wearing a bathing suit!
I swear she was wearing one when I snapped the photo. Not only that, but her
eyes had a strange quality to them. I could not quite make it out from the
small contact photo, but it was odd. I looked again at the picture and sure
enough....no suit. Photo 6,7 and 8 of this model also were without suit, but
every other model and every other photo on the contact sheet was as I saw it
through the viewfinder. I did not know what to make of it as I hurried to make
enlargements of negatives 5-8.
Without the usual care and sweat on my upper lip and around my temples, I
proceeded to make one 8 X 10 of the 4 photographs of the naked model. I
started to slightly hyperventilate as the first image in the full size mode
started to appear in the developer.
My eyes went to her breasts and found them exposed to my gaze. Her neatly
trimmed vagina was also in view as a droplet of sweat fell off my forehead and
into the soup.
Then the eyes. Her eyes were not in black and white. That is why they looked
so different on the contact sheet. They were a deep blue and they seemed to
follow me as I gazed into their sensuous depths. Nothing like this had ever
happened to me. I have been a commercial photographer for 16 years and this
was the strangest thing I had ever seen.

The other prints were the same. The sensuality was driving me crazy and I felt
my penis swelling from the thought of what might have caused this phenomenon.
I instinctively touched my swollen member and started to caress it through my
pants. I seemingly could not help myself and snaked down my zipper and
underwear and masturbated until my semen dotted the darkroom floor. I was
still breathing heavily when the phone rang.
Quickly pulling up my shorts and pants, I hobbled over to the phone and
answered. A woman's voice greeted me with, "How did you like my pictures?" "I
knew when you were taking them that you wanted to see me naked." Then a click.
I was sweating profusely by now. My head was spinning. Who was this woman? How
did she know?
I grabbed the photos and scanned them again. They had changed. The bikini was
in place and the eyes were dark and cold. The contact sheet was the same. I
could never share this 
story with anyone until now. They would think I was crazy. Am I?
Leslie 



If you read my story The Darkroom, it did leave you hanging a bit. (If you
were a male, I hope this wasn't the case!) Sometimes things take on a
supernatural quality. Look for the same in this continuing story of a
photographer who gets more than he bargained for in the Darkroom.  Your
comments are always welcome.
Leslie

The Darkroom 2   By Leslie

I find myself thumbing through folders of old proof sheets from time to time.
The fact that this one has the most worn edges is very obvious. From the time
her eyes changed from blue to black and her bathing suit reappeared to cover
her beautiful nakedness, I had been unable to explain the phenomenon. How a
black and white photo of a model in a bathing suit could take on the color and
complete nudity is beyond my meager reasoning. Every time I look into the
folder from that model shoot and see her cold gray eyes that once were a
brilliant blue, my mind flashes back to masturbating in the darkroom and the
disturbing phone call. Her voice is as clear in my mind today as it was all
those months ago...."How did you like my pictures?" "I knew when you were
taking them that you wanted to see me naked." Then a click and the line was
dead. I felt a fluttering in my chest.  I reached for the folder and felt a
slight tingling in my hand as I lifted it from the file. The feeling continued
up my arm and made me sweat. In the stark light of the darkroom with the
lights on and the door open, I didn't notice anything peculiar about it, but I
did feel something. I slid the negative strip that held the model photos into
the enlarger holder. I closed the door and flicked on the enlarger and the
darkroom lights off. The strip was glowing in the holder!  The hair on the
back of my neck was standing at attention. I held my breath as I spun the lens
into focus on the enlarger surface. There she was.....smiling at me in a pose
I didn't recognize. Her eyes were bright blue and she was wearing only bikini
bottoms. She holding her breasts cupped in her hands as a sort of offering. I
slid the negative strip to the left to view the next shot. Beads of sweat now
dampened my brow. My head ached. In the next shot my mysterious subject was
nude and on all fours. Her ass was pointed back at me. Her pussy was in clear
view. The lips were just slightly parted and the lighting was distinct enough
to make out a bit of moisture, beckoning me. Her head was twisted back around
her shoulder and her blue eyes and sultry smile made me twitch. I was losing
control.
What was happening? This can't be for real. I must be hallucinating!
Quickly my fingers urged the strip further to the left revealing the next
glowing shot on the negative. I stared at the photo. I couldn't breathe. The
image burned onto the negative was of two people this time. The model was on
her knees and naked. She had her hand wrapped around a man's penis and her
mouth was covering the head. Her cheeks were hollowed in a sucking motion and
her eyes took on an hotter glow. The other person was me!  My eyes were closed
tightly as if I were in ecstasy. My ass and legs looked to be severely
tightened like I was straining to prevent myself from coming. I looked at the
photo in more detail. All this was taking place in the darkroom. My breath was
coming in shallow jolts. The soft glow of the safe light in the darkroom
seemed to pulsate with every beat of my racing heart. I felt a sudden chill
from the sweat on my neck and face. I turned and she was there! On her knees,
pulling at my zipper and belt. My knees began to buckle. She pulled my pants
down to my ankles and grabbed my erectness and guided it into her mouth. Her
hand applied pressure to my shaft as she slid back and forth on my erection.
She slowed and looked up at me...."This is what you wanted isn't it?" "Enjoy"
Her eyes of bright blue flickered as she returned to her furious motions. She
pumped her face back and forth on me. Her hand followed the movement of her
mouth and she twisted her fist each time she moved away. She was trying to
milk me dry. The friction was intense. My legs and buttocks tightened and
started to spasm. My eyes clamped shut. I knew I was  going to come and in
buckets.
I could hold it no longer. A searing pain flooded my body as the release
began. I could feel it everywhere. It echoed in my veins and bones. It cried
out to me. I saw a glowing blue light in the distance. I saw myself from
above. My vision was so acute that I could see every detail like it was
enlarged to the max. I was laying on the floor in the darkroom. Fully clothed
with the proof sheet holder in my hand. The folder no longer was glowing. My
blood was no longer flowing. 
Leslie


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