52. Abstinence
At ten o'clock on Monday morning, Yao Ling woke up to find Deng Shilang sleeping next to her. Whenever she got up and moved, he would hug her waist tightly.
The two of them worked in different time zones, and there was always the need to adjust. She understood his difficulty and didn't ask him to wake up at this hour to accompany her. Since it was her working hours, she would prioritize work. She unhooked her hand from her waist, letting him rest, and left the room to process the photos she hadn't finished processing while she was sick.
After a while, Yao Ling finally finished the task. She entered the room with a film camera and didn't see Deng Shilang. After a while, he came out of the bathroom, clean and ready.
"I thought you were out." Deng Shilang walked over and put his arm around her waist.
"No, I'm going to the darkroom to develop the photos." Yao Ling let him hug her and asked, "Do you want to see them?"
"What photo?" He liked to hug her and smell the fragrance of her hair as soon as he woke up.
She waved the film camera Liang Litang had given her in front of him. "Photos of many people."
Deng Shilang immediately understood, "As long as you are not afraid of me disturbing you."
There was a small darkroom in the apartment where she could develop the film. She had originally planned to develop the film she had brought back from Hong Kong after she finished her business. Film would easily fail to develop if left for a long time, so she needed to develop it now.
Deng Shilang visited the darkroom she had set up for the first time. A darkroom is a very private place, completely dark, clean and light-proof. Developing can be a profession or a hobby.
Yao Ling took his hand and walked into the dark room, asking, "Can you do it?"
"No." He had almost no contact.
"I'll teach you."
Yao Ling finished speaking and led him to the workbench. She had him stand behind her, so she could press her chest against his as she guided him step by step.
The darkroom is still very dark at this time, but as long as your eyes adapt to the darkness, you can operate in the dark.
Deng Shilang was much taller than she, and standing behind her, his strong physical attraction made him subconsciously put his arms around her. If he wanted to learn from her, he had to lower his head, brush his lips against her hair, and never forget to kiss her.
Yao Ling was now very serious. She took the hand that reached out to her, put on protective gloves for him, and instructed him to open the camera and remove the film by himself. They had filmed in mainland China before, so he remembered how to do it. While he was taking it out, she also put on gloves, prepared the developer, and picked up a developing tank from the workbench. She taught him how to load the film into the tank's takeup spool and then seal it.
"This developing tank has a liquid filling port. Pour in the prepared developing solution. Close the bottle immediately after pouring to prevent light from entering." Yao Ling is an excellent photography teacher and taught us earnestly.
In fact, she could imagine how beautiful it would be for him to develop film, just like mixing a drink. He once had some knowledge, but because he didn't want to interfere with others' work, he didn't get involved in such traditional development himself.
Now, he completed his task as she instructed, and she took his wrist and guided him further, gently shaking the developing tank, shaking it every thirty seconds, for at least five to ten minutes, and pouring in stop bath and fixative to fully fix the film in the tank.
"Can I kiss you?" He wanted to be rewarded for attending class seriously.
She refused, "I can't. I'm working."
Deng Shilang laughed, and his laughter was so pleasant that it almost made her feel unprofessional.
When the film was developed, she taught him to pick it up with tweezers and hang it to dry. In the darkness, he saw a string of rope swaying.
Drying is a break and does not count as work.
Yao Ling turned her head and glanced at him, and his lips obediently moved down to capture her mouth. It would take at least ten minutes for the lips to dry, and since they were still wearing gloves, they had to stop at just a kiss. The developer on the gloves would damage the skin, otherwise he would be tempted to reach out and touch her breasts, easing the apprentice's restless desire.
When it came to the stage of developing the photographic paper, Yao Ling stopped him from kissing her and returned to work, leaving him and turning on the lighting equipment in the darkroom.
As the safety light came on, the space instantly turned dark red, very retro and mysterious.
He could finally see the darkroom's structure clearly. Optical equipment was placed on the workbench, and next to it was a developing tank. A rope hung above the tank, hanging from it were the negatives they had just developed. The walls were covered with her photographic works. He caught a glimpse of her holding a pen in her hair under the dim red light. She was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, looking very pretty and neat.
Yao Ling did this to carefully examine the film on the string, moving closer, then backing away, folding her arms and examining it, making sure it was free of dust and light leaks. She waved to him and whispered, "Come and see."
Deng Shilang came to her obediently. The film was still negative, with the bright areas dark and the dark areas bright, but they could see the general shape.
"This one looks good." She pointed to one of the photos, which was a negative of her pouring wine for him, very abstinent.
"You like me like this," he said.
"Doesn't it look good?" Yao Ling asked back.
"They all look good." Deng Shilang stared into her eyes.
Yao Ling knew that he praised both of them, and her eyes curved behind the glasses.
She brought the film to the workbench where the enlarger was located, bent down, revealing her waist, and fixed the film on the enlarger. She then placed the photosensitive paper on the tray below the enlarger and said, "Now pour the developer into the rinse tank, rinse and dry the photosensitive paper, and it's basically done."
After repeated developments, the photographic paper was hung on a rope to dry. In the darkroom, the teacher-student romance between photographers intensified, causing the rope to sway slightly.
Deng Shilang removed their gloves and laid her down on the film-strewn floor. Of course, she also deliberately provoked him, rubbing a failed film through his underwear in the rich, ambiguous crimson glow. Not to mention she had demonstrated it once before, sitting on a chair, caressing her private parts in front of his photo, wearing black-framed glasses and her hair tied up loosely, tapping against the back of the chair.
"Aren't you working?" Deng Shilang's voice became hoarse when he saw this.
"Now is the time to deal with the waste films." Yao Ling was so serious, just like a teacher.
"I'm not afraid of the movement being too big and damaging the darkroom." He was still enduring.
"Be gentle, just do it on the floor, or I'll give you a blowjob during your regular meeting and prevent you from continuing." She already had a backup plan.
Just like that, she was stripped of her clothes and laid on the scrap-covered floor, her legs spread wide open, the edges of a scrap scraping against her vagina, drawing out her clear fluid. Threads of it, pulled apart and then broken.
He used the scraps as his fingertips, pressing sharply against her sensitive nucleus, rolling it and scraping it back and forth.
She was so stimulated by his actions and the scene in front of her that she rubbed against the floor, and her shoulder stuck to another piece of waste film. Then her beautiful breasts were covered with a piece of waste film in his hand, and the clear liquid stained her nipples.
She was already very wet. He was hard, and he took out his penis and put it to her wet vagina, stroking it twice and masturbating, his long penis oozing with lustful sticky fluid. He wanted to cum on her photo and let the person in the photo eat it.
With this thought in mind, Deng Shilang lifted her ankles, leaned over, and sank into her body, which immediately made the two of them sigh.
She had never brought a man to the darkroom to have sex, and this was simply something she could not imagine. Her vagina was so wet that he could penetrate it to the bottom very smoothly.
Yao Ling was a little panicked, a panic that came from both her artist fundamentalism and the regret of a workaholic breaking his rules. She worried about tarnishing her work and art, while simultaneously enduring extreme bliss. This conflicted feeling left her whispering, "I absolutely won't let you come again next time..."
"You seduced me again." Deng Shilang couldn't stand her voice.
He knew she was aroused, so he grabbed her ankles and rammed them into her vagina, pressing against her clitoris, causing her to stretch involuntarily, her vagina also lifting upwards. She was shaking, a trembling running through her body, and the photos on the rope were also shaking, floating up and down.
In the dim red light, his jaw was tense and sweat was dripping down his face, while her glasses reached the top of her head and could not cover her hazy eyes.
"Don't use so much force, you'll hit the workbench." She couldn't help but think about the environment.
Deng Shilang pushed forward very slowly, only to hit the bottom, building up the pleasure step by step. The scraps on the floor were soaked, and a large amount of liquid gushed out of her vagina.
She didn't want him to come here again, no invitation, only a ban. She picked up the wet piece of waste film, bent it, pressed his scrotum that had hit his butt, making him involuntarily inhale, pull out, and ejaculate on her photo.
After coming out of the darkroom, he saw her blushing, so he carried her to the bed to stop her from worrying and entangled, and did it again in the room without any scruples.
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