1 comments/ 17395 views/ 1 favorites Painted Goddess Ch. 01 By: Warjen Mandy was a reporter for the university's official paper, she didn't rank high enough to pull off many big assignments but this one landed right in her lap. The head arts reporter was on another story, and her name came up. That was fine with her, any opportunity to get her name on an article with guaranteed interest was a good opportunity, and this one sure had guaranteed interest. The article was about the art of Brock Mitchell, popular body artist. Mandy was flipping through one of Brock's flyers on the bus ride over, she began to think about what it would be like to be painted...having intricate designs brushed and drawn on her naked skin by a skilled artist...his hands flowing over her body with care and tenderness...then stepping in front of a camera to show off...she got so lost in the thought she almost missed her stop. Grabbing her bag, she practically floated over to the Multipurpose Building's elevator and rode up to the studio for the interview. Brock was sitting on a director's chair, sharing a long smoke with the paper's cameraman, Diego. As she approached, Mandy was somewhat surprised to note from the context of their conversation that the artist was openly gay. The artist was regaling the poor guy with some story that sounded like a Bravo TV plot. "So much for that fantasy" she muttered before introducing herself. "Oh hi there" lisped the artist "I'm glad to see you made it!" "Hello, Mr. Mitchell, I see you've already met Diego." She turned to greet the cameraman, but he had slipped on a cell phone earpiece, and was already chatting away with someone else. She could tell he wasn't going to be much for conversation. "Anyway, Ms. Fletcher----" "Actually, it's Mandy, Mr. Mitchell" might as well be personable, she thought. "Oh sure" He went on, without responding in kind "Unfortunately I've some bad news. I can do the interview, but my model cancelled so I won't be able to do any designs for the article" No way, she thought, no way anyone was going to pay attention to this article without pictures of a hot body covered in paint. Without hesitating, she offered herself up: "I'll stand-in for her, it should be fun and your work would get spread to more of the student body with pictures" "What a super Idea! You should make a great canvas! Let me get my paints ready, you'll need to strip down a bit." He smiled "We'll just do waist-up, which should work just fine and not annoy the censors too much." The flighty artist scurried over to his materials and began to get set up, so Mandy pulled an MP3 recorder out of her bag and began stripping. Diego couldn't resist butting in "Do you think Mike had this in mind when he gave you this one?" "Oh shut up, Diego. Try being a gentleman and put my bag out of the way" She tossed the tote over to him and turned her back. "OOF, what's in this thing?" "I'm going to the gym downstairs later, for your information, if a couple towels and some spandex are too much for you maybe you should too." Diego patting his bulging belly "Hey, this is the best shape I've been in since freshman year." Rolling her eyes, Mandy retrieved her recorder and strolled over. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted one of the paint containers. Its label caught her attention: "Palace-Brand Body paints, Now Edible for your shared pleasure!" DAMN, that was hot. Instantly, her mind flashed back to her earlier fantasy. Only now, her Adonis was sensually licking the masterwork at the end of their sensual experience... Unfortunately, Brock's nasal voice snapped her back to reality "Ok, we're all set up, lets get this train A-Rollin!" For the next couple hours she conducted her interview while he painted and Diego made himself useful at the camera. It was far less exciting than she hoped, most of the time that she was sweating under the lights she had to stay still while the artist sprayed her with painter or used brushes without much regard for sensation; and Brock was a pretty dull, self-absorbed individual when you got right down to it. Worst of all, she felt like her sexual appeal was being called into question. Here she was, naked from the waist up, with an exotic tribal design being drawn across her breasts, and no one in the room was even aroused. Sure, the queer was a dry well, but that Diego should have been bursting out of his fucking pants. Instead, he was just yammering away on his headset, barely paying attention. Finally, Brock declared his work "finished" started to pack up. Diego was out the door practically before he finished talking. Brock fished a small plastic water bottle out of his bag and tossed it at her. "Here you go; this oil's a removal agent. I use a slightly tenacious paint to prevent my models from sweating it off during a shoot, just use this oil with some water and it will come right off." And with that he strolled out as well. "Well, fuck" She breathed "I'm sorry to keep you two from something important." Feeling angry at them and depressed about her seeming lack sexual appeal, she grabbed her bag and walked over to the elevator. She'd take it down to the new showers in the basement and rinse off before her workout. As she waited, she glanced down at her "canvas". Toned muscles from regular gym work, long strawberry hair that cascaded down her back, hell her tits weren't huge but she'd never heard any complaints about being a 32C! The elevator arrived, and she stepped up to the opening door. But the car wasn't empty, and she found herself eye-to-eye with a started young man. He backed up to let her in, and that's when he saw. Her gleaming green eyes were unchanged, and her strawberry hair still flowed down her back, but other than that she was art. A gleaming silver base, dark purple and black tribal patterns which cut diagonally across her face and torso, and shading in sensual blues that made it all the more exotic. All this clung to her tight, toned body. His eye bulged and he tried to will his gaze away, but it didn't work out to well. Smiling, Mandy stepped in next to him. As the car dropped down, she watched her newfound admirer from the corner of her eyes. This was more like it! He had started sweating slightly, his gaze kept wandering back to her, and he'd turned slightly away from her, probably to hide the erection she'd seen trying to blow out the front of his gym shorts. She licked her lips seductively and smiled without looking at him, as if it was just something she naturally did in an elevator, which drew him to suck in a breath and look away again. She turned slightly, giving him a full profile few of her tight ass, pert, conical tits, and When the elevator got to his floor, he didn't move. The door sat open and he made no move toward it. Well it makes sense, she thought, this is one hell of a sight and he wants to stay with it as long as possible. Then, as the door slid closed, a new thought entered her mind and took root. She'd been fantasizing all day about the erotic possibilities of this paint, only to be totally shut down. Worse, the whole experience had made her feel completely unattractive. This guy sure wasn't ignoring her..... The door opened on the new basement shower rooms. Stepping out, Mandy cast a demure look over her shoulder. He was of average build, right down to dark brown hair and eyes, but he looked in good enough shape, and judging by the state of his shorts he wasn't lacking an adequate anatomy. She made her decision and, catching his eye with hers, she smiled seductively. "Well," she purred "are you just going to stand there or are you gonna help me take this off?" With that she opened the door to an unoccupied room and stepped in. Without looking back, she pulled out her towels and laid them out on the floor. Behind her, the door clicked softly shut and she heard the lock clicked into place. Smiling to herself, she walked over to a shower, pointed the head away from her little arrangement, and turned on the hot water. Steam quickly began to fill the room, covering her skin and paint with a layer of moisture. A hand lightly touched her waist and she turned, stepping close to her new companion. He was still nervous, but it didn't stop him from leaning into her and kissing her full on the mouth. Her hands pulled him still closer and his arms wrapped around her waist, his hands probing down to where her jeans still covered her tight buttocks. Neither of them wanted to break their embrace too quickly, but Mandy finally pulled back for air. "So what's your name?" Was the second thing she ever said to him. "Marcus, uh, Mark." He stammered "People call me Moose" He grinned lopsidedly, embarrassed at his attempt at levity. She leaned into him again with a quick peck, "Mmmm, really? I'll hold you to that." laughing, she walked over to her towels and retrieved the bottle of remover oil. Moose was right behind her, and his hands slipped around her waist, popping the faster on the front of her jeans and reaching a hand in to run his fingers across the panties that covered her love mound. She leaned back and purred sensually, and thus invited he ran his tongue along her shoulder and neck, his other hand working its way across her chest. Mandy popped the top off the oil and dumped the contents across her chest, arms and stomach. Still leaning back, she began to rub it into the paint, smearing the artwork and adding to the pleasure emanating from Moose's hands and mouth. His right hand continued to stimulate her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them gently while his left ran across her covered slit. She tilted her head back and they shared another kiss as their hands roamed her body. After a long moment, he stepped back and lifted his shirt off. He was no ripped Adonis, but Mandy was well past caring about that fantasy. His smoothly muscled frame was more than enough to drive her on. She lay down on the towels and continued to rub the oil and paint across her body, all the while locking her lover in penetrating stare with her emerald green eyes. After pausing to drink in the sight, Moose lay down alongside her and retuned his hands to her body. Running his tongue along one arm, he discovered the edible nature of the oil and paints. Starting from her neck, he ran his tongue along her skin to her left nipple. Mandy was in paradise as his tongue circled her areole and his lips closed on the upright nipple. She squealed slightly as he lightly big down, sighing as he moved to the next. She arched her back as his hand returned to her panties, and the paint was forgotten as she committed her left hand to stimulating her tits in concert with his tongue, and her right dragged fingernails across his bare back. Their hands and his tongue were driving her wild, and she felt her juices being to flow as she neared her orgasm. Propped up on his left elbow, Moose ran his right hand across her mound again. As she grew more aroused, he grabbed the band of her thong and slowly dragged it down, finally exposing her pussy to him. His mouth left her nipple and dragged downward across her belly. Anticipating his destination, Mandy parted her legs and thrust her hips upward. His tongue traced down across her light red pubes, playing across her lips and clit while teasing into her slit. But she was ready now, and opening her legs wider she pressed his head against her opening with her hands. His tongue pushed into her depths as his lips pressed against hers. She was already close and the penetration was enough to drive her over. With a gasp, her vagina convulsed onto his probing tongue. Her body gave a long, drawn out shudder as she came on and on, flowing like a torrent. Finally it subsided and she collapsed into a heap. Moose's tongue never stopped moving, he pulled it out of her depths and ran it along her lips, then across to the inside of her thighs. Mandy couldn't believe it. No guy she'd ever fucked had driven her so wild with his tongue, and certainly none had done so twice without sticking his cock her in face and demanding some action. This guy hadn't demanded a thing; he'd just lay down and pleasured her... She grabbed his head and, pulling him up to her, locked his mouth with a long kiss. The taste of her juices mixed with edible paint, oil, and steamy love were merged in their mouths, and their tongues played across each other. She trailed her hands down his body until she reached his shorts; then, breaking the kiss and flashing him a Cheshire grin, she yanked them down and wrapped long finger around his raging hard-on. "Your turn" she whispered in his ear, as she pushed him onto his back and moved herself between his legs. His eyes went wide as Mandy wrapped her smiling mouth around Moose's cock. Pulling his member out slowly, she teased his head with her tongue before plunging it back in again. Her left hand pumped at the base, and her right roamed across his lower body, teasing and tweaking. His eyes rolled back and he allowed himself to be taken wherever she wanted to go. It didn't take much of that to bring forth Moose's own climax. His cum shot into her mouth in long, thick ropes. He looked down to see her cum-spattered face licking his spent cock clean with gusto. She glowed with energy, and as the hot shower's steam continued to rinse the last remnants of paint from her skin she looked even better than the moment he first saw her standing in front of him. His erection renewed itself and he found himself reenergized. Mandy saw his cock spring back to life and didn't waste any time. Her pussy was soaking wet has she stood up and she wanted nothing more that moment than penetration. Straddling him, in one hard thrust she impaled herself straight down on his cock and began grinding into him. His hands fell to her hips as he steadied her on his cock and added his own thrusts to their fucking. Steam was flooding the room, obscuring the walls and door. But as she bounced vertically on his cock Mandy's vision of Moose was crystal clear. His face contorted in the exertion of fucking her with amazing passion, his body glistening from steam and sweat, he no longer looked like the average guy she'd stepped into the elevator with. Flooded with desire for another climax, moaning in pleasure every time his cock pushed into her depths, his image flooded her brain, drowning out her fantasy Adonis. He was the only object of her desire. She began to rub her own body, and as her hands caressed and his cock pumped she reached the edge again. As she tweaked and twisted her own nipples, his member seemed to grow even harder, his trusts more powerful. Her hips bucked, and her pussy tightened around his cock as she shuddered in orgasm. Not far behind, Moose's cock exploded into her, overflowing her vagina with their combined juices. After a few heartbeats, Mandy recovered enough to stand up. She walked over to the shower and reset it to a reasonable temperature before stepping into its stream. Looking back, she saw her lover get to his feet and she beckoned him over. Sharing a hot kiss under the shower's spray, they washed each other off before returning to their clothes. Mandy floated on clouds as she pulled on her exercise outfit, followed by her jeans. She'd look like any other gym patron walking out the door. She turned back to Moose, the man she didn't know at all, who was obligingly packing her towels back into her bag. She felt like saying goodbye, or thanks, or any number of other things just couldn't put to words the experience they'd shared. Instead, she leaned over to him, brought his face around, and planted the most passionate kiss she'd ever given on his lips. Then she walked away. Painted Goddess Ch. 02 Marcus lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling of his apartment. What a day! He'd ridden his bike over to the MP Building to check on his club's new homeroom. Things had looked fine, so he hopped into the elevator to leave. Then, on the very next floor, the door had opened on heaven: A strawberry-haired goddess, covered from waist up in an amazing tribal pattern of multicolored paints, was standing there and she'd stepped into the elevator car with him. He'd literally sweated with nervousness, fought the urge to drool over her stunning figure, become so overcome with lust that he'd missed his own floor, and practically dropped to the floor when she stepped out. Then she'd turned around and invited him to follow. That was about 4 hours ago, and he was exhausted. They'd had sex, the most amazing fucking he'd ever had, by far the most incredibly stimulating experience of his life. She'd kissed him and left him there, in the showers, walking her gleaming, clean body out the door. And he couldn't stop thinking about her. He kept in good shape but didn't consider himself especially attractive; his social skill with the opposite sex wasn't exactly the stuff of legends. All his adult life, he'd been in mostly chaste relationships with women who appreciated his personality enough to look past his awkwardness. He had no complaints, but nothing he'd ever been involved in had even approached his night with a painted goddess. He knew he should probably drop it. They'd had their fun and parted, leave it at that and hold onto the memories. But he couldn't. She'd responded to him like no woman ever had, and she'd driven him wild. He couldn't just move on, he had to make an effort to try and find her, see if they could ever have more, if the amazing bond they'd shared was deeper than a single night of pleasure. Swinging his legs over the side, he hopped off his bed and poured a drink to think of a way to track her down. He could try running her name, "Mandy", through the student database. But it lacked photos and he knew little about her, really. That body paint had to be professional work; he could keep an eye out for an article or poster of some sort to pop up on campus. But as soon as something like that came out every horny guy on campus would be trying to crawl into her jeans. The gym bag! She'd had a bag, with towels, fresh clothes, and that incredible black leotard that she'd pulled on afterward in place of underwear. She definitely worked out regularly; she was toned and had stamina. He didn't recognize her from his own workouts, but that merely excluded the Old Complex pool and his biking route, she probably stayed at the new MP building. All he had to do was hang around the building long enough to catch her coming or going to a workout, shouldn't be a problem. Satisfied at his plan, he lay back down to sleep, trying to think of things to say to her when he finally found her. The next morning he woke early and sent "I'm sick" emails to his professors. His attendance was damn near flawless, he could risk a day out of circulation. He hopped in the shower and fought the urge to stroke his cock as thoughts of Mandy's body flowed through his mind. He didn't want to waste time, and he knew the real thing would be worth the wait. Packing a bag with his usual swim supplies, he dressed in what he hoped was his best looking casual workout clothes and got ready to leave, to execute his master plan for being reunited with his painted goddess. Then someone knocked on his door. "Who is it?" He asked with some irritation. He couldn't risk missing her because some hall-mate wanted to share some stupid problem. "Hey Moose" Called a muffled voice "Open the hell up" That was strange, he'd memorized the voices of his hall-mates to keep track of the noisemakers for his weekly RA report, but this wasn't one of them. It sounded oddly flat, like someone trying to disguise their voice. Who the hell was playing a prank at this hour? Walking over, he pulled to door open without checking the peephole, intending to angrily deal with the troublemaker face-to-face. But the sight he saw melted all those thoughts away. Standing there in fresh clothes and beaming with her seductive smile was Mandy, in the flesh. They'd met only fleetingly, but her compact, athleticly toned body was burned into his brain. His jaw dropped open and she took the opportunity to lean in for a kiss. Oh yes, definitely Mandy! "What, well....How did you find me?" He stammered out. "It took a little doing, Mark. But I mentioned your nickname to some of the staff at the paper and wouldn't you know it, the TV critic's in your club" Still beaming, she laughed, a heavenly sound. He gawked, he had been ready to stay at the gym all day to find her, to track her down and try to start a real relationship, and here she'd tracked him down even faster. She'd come right to his door. For a moment, panic came over him, what if she was just warning me off? What if she's going to say she's married, or in a long-term relationship? His mind raced through scenarios good and bad as she started again. "Anyway, I tracked you down because...well it's hard to say clearly" She shifted uncomfortably and looked down the hall to make sure no one was watching. "I wanted to say you made me feel like nobody has ever made me feel before. It was more than physical, you wanted me..." Her voice trailed off and she locked his eyes again with her emerald beauties. "I, uh, was going to look for you today" He gestured at the gym bag next to the door "I wanted to find you so badly I was going to spend all day there until I found you again. I didn't want what we did to be done...ever." Boy did that sound bad, he thought, she'll probably look for an exit now... Her expression changed, became completely neutral. Moose fought panic, he'd gone too far. She found his attachment creepy or worse, and his confession had ended any hope of seeing her again. But he was wrong; she placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back into the room, quietly locking the door behind them. "I was worried that you'd turn out to be some kind of sleaze, or would take your one night and go. But then I knew that wasn't you. You didn't take advantage, didn't force yourself on me. You wanted me the way I want you..." Then she wrapped around him and they shared a long, heavenly kiss. Their hands roamed each other again and their bodies began to awaken to their mutual desire again. She pulled him over to his bed and they lay down beside each other, sharing a long kiss as their fingers teased and probed their counterpart's body like they'd known where to touch for years. She broke for air and smiled. "So I'm guessing you already took the day off." "Yeah, I don't have anywhere to be for hours..." He chuckled. "Perfect." She whispered as her eyes closed and her body pressed against him. They locked lips again and she rolled on top of him. Mandy's tight-fitting top was a challenge, but Moose's loose-fitting clothes yielded easily to her hands. She lifted his shirt off and licked his chest in a playful imitation of his performance the night before. She even nibbled lightly on his nipple with her lips, a new sensation that elicited a moan of delight from him. He slipped both hands into her loose pants and gave her athletic ass a squeeze, pressing his erection against her. She looked up from his body and their eyes met again. "I don't want to fuck you like last night," She said seductively "I want to make love to you." And with that she slipped her top off and wrapped her naked flesh against his. He didn't need to be told more than once, locking her in another kiss he rolled their tongues together and removed his boxers with his hands. She reached down and grabbed his swollen cock, guiding it into her drenched pussy. He gripped her hips strongly and slowly brought her down onto him. As he penetrated her she tilted her head back and let forth a sigh of sheer pleasure. At another time, Moose wouldn't have believed he wasn't dreaming. But the passion cascading through his body and the sensations dancing across his skin were no illusion. She rocked her body into his, and he thrust his hips upward, driving his cock deeper into her pussy. Her legs wrapped more tightly around him, her hands had stopped and she simply clung to their embrace. He supported her weight while her hands steadied them. He thrust his eager cock deep into her pussy, savoring the felling of her vaginal walls sliding across his member. Then he thrust back even deeper, pressing the base of his cock against her opening before pulling back again. Slowly, he worked into a rhythm, and she began to rock her body with it. Their pace increased, and arched her back, angling her pussy in concert with his thrusting member, grinding the head of his cock against the hyper sensitive walls of her pussy. As their bodies thrust together, the bed creaked and groaned its disapproval. Neither of them heard it, her sensual moans of pleasure and the sound of their slick skin slapping together grew louder as their pace increased. Her tits played across his face as they fucked, and he occupied her erect nipples with his hot, probing tongue. He could feel her hot breath on his head as she turned her head toward him, and when she pressed her chest against his pleasuring mouth he could hear her heart racing. The sounds and sensations racing through their lovemaking were beyond his experience, and as they neared orgasm he tried to hold back time, to stay in the moment forever. "Oh yessssss" She sighed as they thrust into each other. Her juices flowed liberally, and her orgasm came shuddering into his powerful thrust. The moment dragged on, with his cock pumping in and out of her spurting pussy. She reveled in the ecstasy of the best she'd ever had. Finally she came off her high and started to move with his rhythm once again. He kept driving into her mound, and his tongue probed into her mouth again. Despite how spent she felt, Mandy's body was already responding again. Her adrenaline began pumping and she felt herself building like before, it wouldn't be long before she was pushed over the edge again. Moose felt himself hurtling toward the edge; he'd experienced the shuddering sensation of her orgasm and craved more. As she built up again he rolled her onto her back and raised himself up, all the while driving into her hot depths. As he pumped her, she arched her back and let loose another long, heavenly moan, grabbing at the sheets of his bed as if to hold her body down until he came. With his goddess in ecstasy beneath him, Moose felt himself go completely over the top, and his hot cum came bursting forth in waves. Mandy felt his love flooding her pussy and let go of herself; allowing her own orgasm to flow with his, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him down into a tight embrace. Long moments later, they lay, still wrapped together, on their sides and stared smiling into each other's eyes. Neither said anything at first, they just basked in their mutual glow. Moose leaned forward and they kissed passionately again, then she playfully licked the tip his nose and giggled. He loved that sound. Painted Goddess Ch. 03 Moose awoke with his ears full of a soft tapping sound. His mind was still trying to up-shift from "sleep" mode as his eyes slowly opened and tried to focus on the source. It was coming from next to his bed. He rolled onto his side and took in the scene: Sitting at his computer and working on something with some intent was a woman, a young, beautiful, and athletic-looking redhead wearing his Patriots jersey and not much else. He smiled and propped his head up on his hand. That was a great sight to wake up to. Mandy saw him stir and turned away from her work. For a long moment they just stared into each others' eyes, enjoying the sparks that leapt between them when gaze met. "Well, how are you doing this morning?" She asked at length. He smiled. "I don't mind you using the PC," he responded, "but please be careful with that shirt." Eyes twinkling, Mandy pretended to pout; "Well if you had a bra and panties in your closet I could have left this in there." They shared a laugh. Turning back to her work, she went on, "I'm just finishing up my article; I think it should be pretty good if anyone can tear their eyes away from the photos that go with it." She smiled seductively, her emerald eyes sparkling with promise. Moose however looked away from her. "Yeah," he muttered, as images of her exotically painted form ran though his mind, "when those get out you're going to be pretty popular, all right" He replied softly. Mandy looked over at him, he'd lay back on the bed, his eyes boring holes into the ceiling. Heck of a mood swing, not a good sign, she thought. Without hesitation, she moved: rose from the chair, lifted the top sheet off his body, and slid onto all fours directly over him. Heads level, their eyes locked again. "Ok, what's wrong?" she asked softly, "I seem to recall you approved of my little art experiment not too long ago." "That's the problem," Moose replied, "That night, you were the most amazing thing I'd ever seen, you looked better than any woman I'd ever laid eyes on. Until that moment when you turned around and invited me along, I would never have believed that you'd give me the time of day. And since then.....I've never had a better couple days since meeting you." He hesitated slightly, then, summoning his courage, looked right back into her eyes. "And I don't want to lose you. I know I'm not perfect, I know there's guys out there with bigger cocks or better bodies, but I still don't want some ripped "Beautiful Person" stealing you away because he saw your picture in the paper." Mandy stared down at him, into the pained and embarrassed expression on his face. She leaned forward, her hair cascading down around his head, and touched her forehead to his. "Do you remember what I said to you yesterday right after I came into your room?" she asked in a whisper. He thought back...finding her standing at his door...their embrace.... "You said you didn't want to fuck me again, that you wanted to make love to me." Without moving, she continued "Do you know why? Because when we were in the showers the night before I went in looking for a quick, fun fuck. But when I left, and when I started calling people I knew to find you, and when I came to your room last night, it wasn't for a quick fuck." She lowered her body down onto him, kissing him lightly on the lips, then neck as she slid down his frame. As their bodies came to a rest, she lay her head on his chest and continued, "You felt something too; you told me as much when you said you were going to look for me just like I went looking for you." "We'd never met before, only spent one night together, and neither of us could go a day apart." She whispered, looking back up into his face, "What we have is more than great sex, its Love." Moose looked down at her for a long second in silence, then pulled her face level to his and kissed her beautiful lips again. Lying on his nude form, Mandy guided his hands down to her body and underneath the football jersey. Then she raised her arms and allowed him to pull the shirt slowly off over her head, more and more of her naked flesh pressing against his. No longer separated, his hands returned to their habit of running lightly across her back and buttocks. She ran her tongue from the base of his neck to his ear, nibbling playfully on the lobe, before softly whispering "Besides which, anyone who actually reads that article is going to read what I wrote about you, and they'll know that I'm off the market." Moose's left hand moved from her back and brushed her hair away from her face. Leaning forward, he kissed her. Their lips opened to each other and their tongues played between them again and again. When they finally parted from their lock, he looked up into her eyes again and smiled. "I love you." Mandy's reply was cut off as he suddenly rolled them over, placing her underneath and him on top. Her eyes went wide with surprise, and sparkled in pleasure as he lowered his tongue to her right C-cup. He slowly licked around one areola, followed by the other, rolling his hot tongue across the sensitive skin. Then he lowered his lips to her, and his licking became one, long kiss. She wrapped her legs around his torso, pulling her exposed sex toward his skin as his mouth pleasured her breasts. Her hands roamed across his back, and as Moose bit down lightly on her right nipple, she let out a squeal of pleasure. He released her sensitive tip and then kissed it, gently opening his lips and stimulating with his tongue. She titled her head back and sighed in pleasure. As Mandy squirmed beneath him, Moose began to pull pack, sitting upright and unwrapping her legs from his torso. But instead of changing positions again, he grabbed her securely by the legs and pulled up her toward him. He lifted, draping her legs over his shoulders and supporting her toned body up with both arms. She gasped in surprise at suddenly being suspended in air, grounded only by his shoulders and hands, with her pussy directly in front of his mouth. Then his mouth touched her lips and alarm melted away. With the heat of Mandy's sex in his face, with the scent and taste of her arousal flooding him, Moose didn't waste time. His tongue plunged between her lips, and ground his face against her. Her body responded in kind, hips bucking forward to grind against him, and her legs pressing against his back, holding them even more tightly together. His hands were occupied with keeping her in place, but her own hands roamed to her chest, tweaking and massaging her breasts. For long minutes they stayed precariously locked together, adrenaline brought on from the stimulation of their lovemaking gave Moose the strength to support her. Soon, Mandy's soft moans of arousal grew in intensity, and the muscles of her legs and pussy began to spasm. As the juices of her orgasm flowed, she leaned back and arched her back, nearly unbalancing their position in order to open herself to his mouth. With a last, deep thrust by his tongue into her pussy, she dove into another shuddering climax. As Mandy pulsed with her orgasm, Moose lay back and allowed her to lie diagonally across his body, giving his arms rest. Allowing her to subside, he softly stroked her belly with one hand while tickling and licking playfully the inside of her thigh. Damn, he thought as he watched her body glisten with sweat, this amazing woman wants me, loves me, and everything I do to her drives her wild. He felt ten feet tall. Propping herself up on a pillow, Mandy looked down to where he caressed her body. "You're making a habit of that," she breathed, "am I really that good?" Moose's eyes bulged, "Are you that good? You're the most amazing woman I've ever seen, or felt" he said, stroking her leg again. Then, uncomfortably, he added, "I've been worried that I would disappoint you." Mandy swung her body around until she lay with her head level to his, and her legs crossed his. Her hand reached up and pressed his face toward hers, and she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. Then his tongue pressed into her mouth and she tasted only him. As they dragged the kiss on, her hand left his head and slowly worked its way down to wrap around his stiff member. "There is no way," she whispered, "that you can disappoint me. But I know what you're trying to do. Don't kill yourself trying to make me feel good, being with you is what makes me feel good." With that she rolled to a kneeling position and rubbed the head of his cock across lightly across her opening, teasing him with pleasure. Fresh energy surging in his veins, Moose reached up to her waist, pulling Mandy down onto his hard member. As her wet heat enveloped him, they both sighed out loud. She rocked her hips slowly, gently milking his cock in prelude. "Being with you," he sighed, looking into her eyes again, "makes me feel a lot more than good." Moaning in agreement, she leaned forward, dangling her breasts in reach of his mouth. As he began to pump into her, his mouth returned to her skin, enveloping her erect nipples, and sucking lightly on the skin around them. "You like that a lot, don't you?" She gasped, "Still thinking that you're cleaning me up?" His mind flashed back to the shower room and the first time they'd fucked, to the sweat and oil smearing the paint under his hands and lips. Inspired, he began to lap at her skin, an exaggerated imitation of that night, as they continued to fuck. Mandy responded with delighted laughter, "Oh yeah, that's the way." Their pace quickened, and as Moose continued to drive into her, Mandy leaned back, arching her back to grind the head of his cock against her g-spot. Her laughter had become a solid stream of pleasure-filled moans. Her juices flowed freely and the walls of her pussy clenched against his member as it pulsed in and out. Finally she grabbed his waist and pulled, bringing him to a sitting position while lying down on her back without breaking their lock. Pausing to get on his knees, Moose now drove down into her sex with even greater force, slamming his hips into her. Mandy gripped the sheets of the bed and pressed herself into his fucking, her breath quick and ragged as she neared the end. Orgasm came in an instant, her pussy clamping down on his cock as it drove against her cervix. The shudders of ecstasy from her body shot through her tightened pussy, sending him into his own climax. His explosion of cum flooded into her, and she overflowed with their juices. Moose pulled himself from her, and he lay next to her as she radiated heat and the scent of their lovemaking. While she caught her breath, Mandy turned her head to him and smiled seductively. He leaned forward and kissed her again, stoking her strawberry hair with one hand. "Let's go out somewhere" she whispered suddenly. "Hey, "he said, rolling onto his back and closing his eyes, "I think we're having a pretty good time right here." "Oh no you don't," She said, poking him in the ribs, "No going back to sleep. Come on, you horny creep, let's go shake up the town tonight!" Laughing, he responded, "Yeah, you're right. We're both hungry, and some fresh air would be nice. Let's get cleaned up a bit first, though." Mandy didn't need it suggested twice, and rising from the bed she sauntered over to his compact bathroom. She found his comb and began running it through her sweat-matted hair, and wished she's brought a few more supplies the night before. Moose rolled out of bed and made for the tiny shower. "I'm going to need to stop over at my apartment," Mandy called as the water went on, "I neglected to ring fresh clothes or makeup." Laughter boomed out from behind the frosted glass door, "Well, OK, but I haven't seen anything to complain about." Her laughter joined his as she finished getting her hair pointed in one direction. She was about to walk back into the main room when she caught herself and turned around. There was one more thing she wanted to do... Moose didn't notice the stall door open; his eyes were closed as scenes of Mandy danced through his mind. He did notice, however, when something tightened around his leg. His eyes snapped open and he looked down just in time to see his erection disappear into her mouth. The sudden warmth of her mouth probing of her tongue against his cock nearly caused his legs to buckle, and she tightened her grip on his leg to steady him. Wrapping her other hand around the base of his member, Mandy slowly pulled it back out of her mouth, until only her lips teased the tip of his head. Then she plunged it back in, lips and tongue sliding all the way down his shaft, eliciting a groan of approval from above. Then she pulled back once again, raking her teeth lightly down his length. With the water's hot stream cascading down his back, Moose's hands fell to keeping himself upright in the tight confines of the shower stall, surrendering control to her hands and mouth. Her hand picked up speed, pumping up and down his cock faster and faster, as her lips teased the head. Her tongue snaked out and flicked his tip, then was replaced by her mouth enveloping him again, sucking while her other hand moved over to squeeze and stroke his balls. She repeated, pumping and sucking him until she felt him begin to quiver in her mouth. As pre-cum leaked from his head, she suddenly withdrew her hands. Grabbing her tits, she lifted her body up and wrapped them around his member. His hips bucked forward, fucking her tits as her mouth continued to pleasure the tip of his cock. It was all he could take; hot ropes of cum shot into her mouth and onto her face in surges, dripping down to her chest and hands. He leaned heavily against the wall as the orgasm subsided, watching his lover milking the last of his cum from him. The shower's hot stream was washing her clean, but she still took a moment to lick her fingers and breasts clean of his love. Then she stood up, smiling as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing their wet bodies together. "Ok, now we're ready to go out."