3 comments/  46322 views/  10 favorites

Body Paint

By: NotAlwaysAnAngel



It was a beautiful warm sunny day in May. We were in South Beach to celebrate my husband's birthday. We had picked the weekend when the "Urban Arts" festival was being held. The street along the beach was lined with tents filled with unique, edgy art. Outdoor cafes and bars were plentiful. Tiny white lights lined the walkways in preparation for a street party that evening. A decent crowd was milling about but it would be packed by nightfall.

My husband and I walked hand in hand. My stomach was filled with butterflies. I had given my husband a special birthday gift and we were on our way to fulfill it.

We found the tent marked "Art Bodies" and walked inside. A main feature of the "Urban Arts" festival is body painting. My husband had been interested in body painting & photographing body painting for a few months & found the festival information on-line. He was completely shocked, however, when I had agreed to have my body painted for his birthday gift.

Now, I am by no means an exhibitionist. On the contrary, I am a bit of a prude. I am petite with full luscious breasts, a slim waistline and a killer ass. I have auburn hair and emerald green eyes. But I have been trying to be more comfortable with my body & knew how much he would enjoy this gift. Besides I didn't know any one in South Beach and of course I had agreed to only have the top half of my body painted & exposed. No way was I walking around completely naked except for some paint!

A beautiful Cuban woman greeted us. She introduced herself as Selena and told us her husband Arturo was the "Art" in "Art Bodies". She was tall and slender. Her skin was flawless; the color of rich coffee with cream. Selena had a gorgeous mane of black wavy hair pulled back from her face with a colorful scarf. Silver bangles jingled on her arms. She had sparklingly dark eyes and perfect white teeth. I was surprised that she wasn't painted but instead wore a silky sundress.

Arturo was in the corner of the booth arranging some paints and brushes. He too was a remarkable looking Cuban, with dark hair pulled back into a pony tail. His body was very toned and his skin café au lait.

We sat down at a table as Selena explained the process of body painting to us. She handed Mike a book with photographs of painted women and told him he could pick out a style he liked but it would be customized to fit my body.

I was so nervous I barely heard her describe the way my skin would be exfoliated & sprayed with a base layer for a smooth finish before the paint would be applied with an airbrush. I noticed Arturo was looking at me with a frown on his face. Well that certainly made me feel at ease!

Mike has trying to decide between a Greek goddess and a Daisy Duke halter top & jean shorts. Dear God, I thought, not Daisy Duke.

"No, no, no" Arturo said, waving his hands dramatically as he approached us. "These will not do." He slapped the book closed.

His wife said something sharply to him in Spanish but he still shook his head.

"Her skin will not work with these!" he exclaimed.

"Ah" Selena smiled and nodded wisely. "Too fair"

Arturo took my chin in his hand and turned my face up to study it.

"Your skin is like porcelain, a china doll. I do not wish to treat it like all the tanned woman who parade around here. Allow me to create an exquisite design to compliment your features. Yes?"

I looked at Mike who looked hesitant.

Arturo smiled at him. "I guarantee you will be pleased."

And so it was decided. The next thing I know I am being whisked into a shower-type enclosure & Selena is telling me to remove my clothes. The front of the tent is open to the street but curtains obscure the sides & back portion. 

The shower is completely enclosed but Selena stepped inside with me. She quickly turned on the water & soaped me up from head to toe. I had NOT expected this! Even in a massage where you are completely naked at least you are covered and no one actually ever SEES you. Next I was thoroughly scrubbed and loofahed. My skin tingled all over. 

There was a part in the shower curtain and I could see that Mike was watching the entire process. He had a small smile. His eyes met mine & he winked. I felt a little shiver of excitement knowing he was being turned on by watching a beautiful woman shower me. I took a deep breath and decided to loosen up and enjoy myself too.

Next I was toweled off with a fluffy white terry towel. Then the shower curtain was pulled aside & Arturo was there with an airbrush.

He instructed me to raise my arms above my head. As he began the base coat of paint my body was misted with a fine spray. It was like being in a gentle rain shower. He had me turn slowly until I was completely covered. I felt so exposed with this man standing so close to my naked body. His wife and my husband watching.

Selena closed the front curtains of the tent while Arturo led me to a table to lay down for him to begin the body painting. Once I was on the table he draped a light gauzy material across my hips, covering my pubic area but leaving my breasts bare. I started to protest when Selena re-opened the curtains.

"Sorry love," Arturo said, "but we must let people watch. Rules of the festival. We will close the curtains when I paint your lower body."

I started to explain that I wasn't having the lower part of my body painted but he was occupied with choosing his paints and brushes.

"For this design, I will use paintbrushes, not the air brush. Close your eyes & let Selena do your face."

A crowd had gathered along the front of the tent. I glanced at Mike and he was in heaven watching the men watching me. I closed my eyes.

I concentrated on the feel of the brush strokes on my skin rather than the eyes of the crowd on my naked breasts. I felt the paintbrush glide across my shoulders and down the front of my chest. The brush strokes were like a caress; swirling and stroking my skin. Down and over my breasts, around my nipples.

Occasionally, Arturo would stop and blend the paint with his fingers. I tried to still my breathing. This was awkward. I should not be responding to this man's touch. My nipples had hardened and I could feel a dampness spreading between my legs. 

I felt his breath against my skin as he leaned closer to my body for the detailed work. I could feel the stroke of his wife's fingers on my face, his fingers & brushes on my skin. I imagined the bristles of the paintbrush were his rough tongue, stroking across my breasts, circling my nipples. I daydreamed of him sucking a nipple roughly into his mouth, raking his teeth across the taut bud.

At the time I had no idea what he was painting on my skin. I would later discover that he had created a magnificent, intricate pattern of flowers across my chest. At the top of my right shoulder began a curling tendril of a vine and delicate leaves. The vine wound its way down & around my right arm, ending with curlicues on my hand.

The other end of the vine went down my chest and the flowers began just below my collar bone on the right side. They fanned out across my breasts like a delicate lace cloth and then returned to a vine trailing off my left side and down to my left hip. The flowers were magnificent pink and red roses in a pearlescent paint. The vine & leaves were shadowed with a glittery darker paint. Selena adhered rhinestones scattered about the entire pattern. She had painted my eyes in dark & sensuous green paints, extending the liner out far past my eyes. She had applied glitter and rhinestones to the eye paint in a bold yet tasteful pattern.

After about an hour of sweet tantalizing torture of fingers and brushes dancing across my skin, Arturo stood back to assess his work. He looked at Mike who could only whisper "Wow". 

Selena leaned down and whispered in my ear. I hesitated at her suggestion but then agreed.

"Now we close the curtain" Arturo announced. "And sir, you must leave as well."

Mike started to protest but then must have realized I'd agreed to have my lower half painted as well. Selena gave him my clothes and a jar of cream to remove the paint later that evening & told him to return in an hour. He left & she closed the curtain on the crowd.

Arturo told me of his plan, removed the fabric and began to paint the lower half of my body. His fingers caressed the inside of my thighs as he drew the paintbrush across my pubic area. I could feel the blood rushing to my pussy and knew it was getting very damp. Again I imagined the paintbrush as his tongue, gently licking the edges of my pussy. Oh my....

An hour later, he was finished. He gave me a hand to help me sit up. Selena showed me the final design in a mirror. I was amazed that my body could be so beautiful. I felt like a true work of "Art". As agreed, I was handed a silky scarf to wrap around my hips and cover my pubic area.

Mike returned. He took in a deep breath as he saw the end result. He was disappointed about the scarf but I promised to remove it for him later when we were alone.

As we took the first step out into the festival, I was keenly aware of the eyes upon me. We walked around and at first I tried to hide myself behind Mike. There were a lot of women walking around with their bodies painted. Many were amazing but none could compare with my incredible cloak of flowers.

The sun had set a brilliant pink and orange over the ocean & I was beginning to enjoy the attention I was receiving. Men would nearly break their necks turning to stare as I walked by. A few even tripped and spilt their drinks.

We went into an outdoor bar & ordered some drinks. Mike excused himself for a moment. The music had a seductive beat & the drink was going straight to my head. I made my way on to the dance floor and started swaying to the beat. Suddenly I was surrounded by men. They pressed closer and closer, their eyes fixed on my beautiful painted breasts. I raised my arms over my head and moved in time to the music, turning in a slow circle. I saw Mike on the edge of the crowd watching, smiling. I continued my show for a while until several of the men started pawing at me. 

I made my way over to my husband and moved my body against his. I could feel his hardness against me. I turned my back to him and ground my ass against him. He leaned down and kissed my neck.

I glanced at his watch. "Oh," I said "it's almost time for the judging. We'd better hurry!"

We made our way to the stage where the judging of the body painting was to be held. Imagine Mike's surprise when I told him I had agreed to be a contestant. Arturo was so proud of his work, how could I disappoint him?

I took my place in line with the other contestants as Mike found a spot right up front to watch.

My heart was pounding in my chest so hard I felt sure everyone could hear it. I listened and watched as one beautiful woman after another walked up onto the stage. The crowd cheered and whistled at each one. This was crazy! What was I thinking?

Suddenly I was being urged up on stage. I took a deep breath & dropped the scarf. As I slowly walked down the length of the stage, I looked for Mike but couldn't find him. I could not look at anyone else in the audience. The crowd went wild. They were clapping and stomping their feet.

The piece de resistance of Arturo's design was a brilliant butterfly painted across my pelvis. Its wings spread the width of my pubic area and up onto my thighs, hinting at the secrets between my legs.

I had to slowly walk, stop & turn in front of each of three judges. Every inch of my body was on display. It was exhilarating! The blood rushed to the depths between my thighs and I hoped the wetness wouldn't show. 

At last I was able to leave the stage. Arturo & Selena were there to greet me with hugs & the news that Arturo's magnificent design had won grand prize!

Then Mike was there, enveloping me in his arms. Pulling me against his hardness and kissing me with a fierce hunger. He grabbed my hand and pulled me along, away from the crowd. We hurried to the ocean's edge, away from the lights, the noise and the people.

He trailed kisses along my neck, down my chest and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I gasped with desire. I tore at the buttons on his shirt, dropping it to the sand. I unfastened his belt buckle as he plunged his fingers between my legs. My pussy was dripping with desire and his fingers slid inside me. They felt on fire.

I stripped off his jeans and underwear and pulled him down to the sand on top of me. He thrust his hard, hot cock inside me as I wrapped my legs around him. I pulled him deeper into me.

The water washed over us as the waves lapped at the edge of the beach. We clung to each other as he plunged into me over and over. We shuddered in a shared climax and collapsed in each others arms. 

Body Paint



I decided on chocolate. The website I found offered everything I would need for $39.99. So, I waited until she was at work to put in my order. The package arrived on Thursday - just in time, and as soon as I opened it, I knew we were both in for a treat. 

We had reservations at Leonardo's for 7:00 pm and by the time we got home at 9:00, she had that look on her face, the one that screamed for a long, sweaty sex-soaked night.

Damn, she was hot.

My sweet, sexy little cowgirl; she was my dream come true

It was her 26th birthday, but it was only the second one we'd celebrated together. Last year had been about romance and soft, sweet emotions. This year, she had quietly asked for something a little naughtier. 

Of course, I'd agreed without a second's hesitation. She didn't know what I had planned, but she and I both knew this night would be one to remember.

I was tingling with excitement on the drive home. I was really going to enjoy this.

As soon as we walked through the door, I pulled her close.

"I have something for you."

She kissed me hard, her tongue slipping and sliding over mine.

"Is it time for my present?"

Her voice, so close to my lips, sent thunderbolts through my clit. And, the mischievous little smile she wore scattered thousands of butterflies through my belly.

"Yes," I replied, leaning close once again to taste her sweet lips.

"Show me," she whispered, licking the corner of my mouth.

It was her birthday and as much as I was looking forward to the next few hours, I knew I was already holding the best present of all – her.

With one last honey sweetened kiss, I took her by the hand.

Her fingers were warm and as I led her upstairs to our bedroom, she gently caressed my palm. I wanted this; maybe as much as she did, maybe more. But the instant she opened the door and spied the small wrapped box, I forgot about my own desire and focused completely on her.

With a cute little squeal of pleasure, she snatched up the box and turned to me.

"Can I open it?"

She was like a child, so excited and happy. 

I smiled and nodded my approval.

In seconds, she was holding the three small bottles of chocolate paint and the soft edible paintbrush that accompanied them.

"You remembered..."

Her voice was hushed, almost reverent. 

I smiled.

"So you like it?" I asked, loving the look of pure joy in her eyes.

"Oh yeah, I like..."

While she examined her present, I thought back to how this all started. The body paint idea was hers, but not directly. The topic came up a few months ago when she stumbled on a website dedicated to professional artists using beautiful nude women as their canvas. 

"Check it out honey, this is too cool."

Her voice had been casual, but her sexy blue eyes were like molten lava when she whispered, "We should try that sometime..."

And, that was as far as we'd gotten. Nothing more was said, but I never forgot that look in her eyes. 

So when she asked for something naughty, my mind flashed back to that night and I decided to see if I could recreate the heat behind that look.

Thus, the chocolate body paint experiment was born.

"There are three kinds, white chocolate, dark chocolate and milk chocolate. And...," I added, my voice dropping low. "...the brush is edible."

The scorching smile that flashed across her face sent an electric shock wave directly to my clit.

"Mmmmm...."

That did it. I wanted to do this and I wanted to do it now.

I gestured toward the bed.

"You get comfortable. I'll run downstairs and warm the chocolate."

My voice quivered with anticipation.

She flashed me a slow, sexy smile that spoke volumes.

"Hurry."

That was one thing she didn't have to worry about. I slipped downstairs and slid the chocolate in the microwave. It didn't take long to heat since I only needed it warm, not hot.

While it heated, I grabbed a tray from the counter. At the ding, I slid the jars and the brush on the tray and headed for the stairs.

I was greeted by the soft glow of candlelight as I opened our bedroom door.

And, there she was.

My rough and tumble cowgirl lay spread out before me like an Egyptian goddess. Her silky black tresses caressed the smooth, olive skin of her shoulders and rested lightly on the curve of one luscious breast. Her left leg lay curled over the calf of her right and her toes rested gently behind her on the bed.

She was breathtaking.

"Wow," was all I could think to say.

"Come here, baby."

My eyes traveled over the soft contours of her gloriously naked body, lingering on the slow rise and fall of her firm, succulent breasts. 

On trembling knees, I crossed the carpeted floor and placed the wooden tray down on the bedside table.

"Lose the clothes, Elle."

So, I did. 

Her liquid fire eyes never left me as I slid out of my shirt and low riders. And, as the satin bra dropped from my fingertips, a soft moan escaped her lips.

I wore the black lace thong for her. She loved it on me, therefore I loved wearing it. But, at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to get it as far away from my body as I could.

I wanted... no, I needed to be free of all restraints and boundaries. Nothing was allowed to stand between me and my baby. Not tonight.

So, with a moan that matched hers, I hooked my thumbs under the edge of my thong and eased it down. Lower and lower I moved, until I was able to slide it over my ankles and drop it to the soft carpet below.

"Damn."

The raw need in her voice sent chills over my body and washed me in a wave of desire so fierce I had to stand still for a moment until I was able to trust my legs to carry me the rest of the way to her.

"Baby, please..."

And, that was all it took. 

Two steps and she was in my arms, warm and soft, all angles and curves. I loved the way we fit together, like we were two halves of a whole.

She was my love, my life.

I grazed her lips with my own, head swimming, heart racing and as her slender fingers roamed over my skin, I sighed with the raw, undiluted pleasure coursing through my veins. I lost track of time and myself as I kissed my way to her earlobe.

"Time for dessert," I whispered, my breath hot in her ear.

As I lowered my body over hers, I noticed the old, worn sheet covering our bed. My smart girl, she was prepared and that was good. That meant I didn't have to worry about the mess I was about to make.

I loved feeling her under me, open and willing on that old sheet. With a sigh of pure pleasure, I reached for the still-warm jar of dark chocolate on the old wooden tray. Using my other hand, I swirled the edible brush through the creamy chocolate and turned back to the sexy treat waiting for me.

Her ocean blue eyes swam with desire as they met mine. 

"Ready, Sara?" I asked, my voice raspy and foreign to my own ears.

She nodded slightly and closed her eyes, her whole body relaxed and open.

"Lie still. No moving, darling. Can you handle that?"

"Touch me, Elle," was her response.

That brought a groan of pleasure from somewhere deep inside me.

With slightly trembling fingers, I lifted the brush to her chest. My chocolate art would start with her nipples. She loved having them touched. They were large and round, perfect targets for my tongue. But tonight was about more than that. 

I brought the tip of the short, fat brush to her right nipple and drew a slow circle around and over it, lingering a moment. 

Her back arched and a sigh escaped her lips. My clit twitched at the sound and I thought it might be entirely possible I could cum just by watching her.

Dipping the brush back into the creamy chocolate, I drew a curved line from her right nipple, down her breast and around the smooth skin below. With gentle precision, I dragged the soft bristles up and onto her left nipple, circling it just as I had the other.

I now had two dark chocolate circles surrounding her proud, erect nipples and a curved necklace of sweet, creamy goodness connecting the two.

With a sigh of contentment, I plunged the brush into the jar of solid white chocolate and brought it back to rest on her belly, just below her chest.

Her skin twitched as I drew the brush in a straight line from the dark chocolate to her belly button, stopping there to push the soft bristles inside.

"Yesss..."

She always loved it when I touched her there... with my mouth, my tongue, my fingers, and I knew the slightly rough texture of the brush would drive her crazy.

"Just wait till I lick that clean later," I murmured, already anticipating the reaction I would get when I did just that.

"Mmmmmm...."

I immersed the brush once more into the creamy, white chocolate and picked up where I left off. This time I started just below her belly button and moved in a curvy line until I was just above the shiny, quivering lips of her cleanly shaven pussy.

I was rewarded with a moan that sent a delicious spike of heat directly to my swollen clit. With the barest pressure, I swirled the brush over the outer lips of her pussy, never coming close to her hard little clit. 

She thrust her hips into the air, frantically searching for the ticklish bristles of the soft brush.

"Not yet, Angel..."

"Elle...please," she begged, her voice cracking with the effort it took not to reach for me or for that gloriously rigid clit just begging to be touched.

I smiled. I couldn't help it. This was exactly what I wanted – what I needed. She was so vulnerable, so willing... and the sight of her in that state was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen.

My own self-control was starting to waver, but I vowed to hold out as long as I could. With a slight tremble in my hand, I dropped the brush back into the white chocolate and leaned close to her steamy cunt once again.

She gasped when the bristles came into contact with the soft skin on her inner thigh. This was another one of those spots for her and I could tell by the way she jumped that the combination of the warm chocolate and the silky brush was getting to her.

We were getting close, but I wanted to tease her just a little more. I wanted her burning for me, aching for my touch and I wanted her to be right on the edge before we gave in.

I lifted the brush from her hot thighs and dipped it in the remaining jar of chocolate. It was a creamy, light brown and a perfect shade for what I had in mind.

Ignoring the steady clench and release of my own throbbing pussy, I used soft chocolate to draw a series of swirls and dots down both her slim arms. When I finished that, I went back to the semi-warm jar of white chocolate.

Time was running out. My chocolate was starting to cool and would become too hard to spread soon, so I had to work fast.

With the gooey white chocolate dripping from the edge of my brush, I touched the tip of first one nipple and then the other.

And, as she arched beneath me, I used my left hand to spread her glistening pussy lips. Once she was wide open before me, I dragged the chocolate-covered brush over her clit and down to her beckoning cunt.

"Yesss....Elle, please baby..."

For a moment more, I teased the opening of her hot box and without warning, rotated the handle of the brush so that it became a miniature dildo.

A single thrust and I was inside.

Her cry matched mine as I slid the brush into her hot cunt all the way to the hilt. The only thing left outside her clenching pussy was the chocolate covered tip I'd used on her just moments before.

I held still, allowing her body time to adjust to the feeling of having the paintbrush handle shoved deep inside her hot hole and then while she watched, I lowered my swirling head close to her hot pussy lips. 

I stopped only when the chocolate-covered bristles were an inch away from my mouth.

"Fuck, Elle...that's it, do it honey."

And, as she thrust up, her hips tense with the effort, I took the bristles in my mouth and surrounded them with my lips, bobbing my head up and down slightly, all the while creating friction inside her pussy with the rigid brush handle. 

I could feel the muscles of her inner thighs tighten around me and I knew she was close. I wasn't ready to let her go just yet. Almost... but not yet, so easing my head back, I looked up into her eyes.

"Almost, honey...," I promised.

As she looked on with hooded eyes, I reached for the jar of dark chocolate one last time.

Using the first two fingers on my right hand, I dipped them as far down into the jar as I could. When I drew them out, I had a thick chocolate coating all the way down to my knuckles.

Perfect.

I turned back to Sara and to a look that carried so much heat, I thought my skin would catch fire.

This time the moan was all mine.

"Baby...," I whispered, my voice betraying the pure physical assault she was having on my senses.

Her lips parted in a silent invitation and I complied, leaning close to taste her in a deep, hard kiss.

After seconds, minutes, hours... I drew away and brought my chocolate covered fingers to her lips.

"Wanna taste?" 

Her sharp tongue flicked over my fingers, down and up, around and over. My heart began to race and my clit became a solid steel button, aching for release. I had to stop her after a few more seconds of that sweet torture or else I would be forced to forfeit the rest of my plan altogether.

With painful effort, I withdrew my fingers and slid them down her body until they rested on either side of her swollen clit. I let them rest there as I bent my head down and slid my tongue over both my fingers and her hard, little button at the same time.

My left hand drifted back to the invading paintbrush and began to rock it back and forth, in and out....until my mouth and my hand were working in perfect rhythm. 

As my pace increased, she started to rock against me. She was so wet and open. I couldn't help myself. With barely a pause, I straightened the first two fingers on my left hand and slid them inside her hot cunt, along with the fat handle of the paintbrush. 

The tremors started almost instantly. 

"Oh fuck...Yessssssssss........"

I rode the waves with her, never letting go of her granite clit. Even as I felt her pussy walls clench and pull at my fingers, I refused to stop the motion. 

I fucked her through the first orgasm and then the second, creamy chocolate mixing with sweet cum and then when she took a ragged breath and begged for a break, I used my tongue to clean her up, top to bottom. I licked off every ounce of that delicious blend until there was no evidence of my chocolate body paint experiment except for the warm creamy taste filling my mouth.

Afterward, she pulled me to her chest, where I lay silent and aching until she murmured the words that sent chills throughout my body and a shock of searing heat to my throbbing clit.

"Your turn..."







08-02-08  For Marcy



Body Paint at a Rave



I'm special effect make up artist working in the film industry here in LA. I move around in the world of the artists and craftspeople that pepper the city, going to underground parties and warehouse raves, and basically acting too young for a man in his late thirties.

A friend recommended me to a party promoter who was looking for a make-up artist. He needed someone with an airbrush who could do crazy designs on people during an upcoming rave. The pay was minimal but it would get me in the door for free, I'd do some painting on hot people, so the decision was easy.

And indeed it was fun. The warehouse had been decorated with crazy displays and lights, the music was thumping, and everybody was having a great time. It was an underground party, meaning no cops and no bouncers. 

I was setup in a corner with a little clip-on light and a drop cloth, airbrushing away. Guys and girls would drop by, I'd paint swirls and patterns on their faces and shoulders, and off they would go to dance and sweat. I had prepared some stencils so that I could quickly spray on lines, curves, and swoops of feathers or geometric forms. 

I was painting this beautiful young woman, airbrushing some sweeping wings down her bare back, that the thought really gelled in my mind: she should be naked. I had to paint around the two bras she was wearing; one meant for support, the other a frilly thing with added tassels and decorations. She had some color-coordinated boy-shorts hugging her ass, some furry boots, and some multi-colored hair extensions falling around her shoulders. A typical raver, hot as hell, with a big smile on her face. 

And as I painted her back, having to stop and start to avoid painting her bra, or her hair, I kept thinking how cool it would be to paint her naked body. At that point it wasn't even a sexual thing, there was enough of the artist's mind working that I simply envisioned the uninterrupted lines of the design spreading across her body. A thought did bubble up, though; it would also be incredibly sexy to do it here, at a rave.

I had painted naked women, drawn them in art classes, photographed them in studios. It was fun, and exciting, but also with a dry undertone. A sex-free zone established by the commercial exchange that took place between model and artist. The girl in front of me was the opposite; not a model, just a beautiful, sweating, smiling woman; half-naked, free with her body, radiating a sensual energy that was both exciting and friendly.

And then I was done and she danced away.

I stood there with my paints, looking over the mass of dancers. The women were beautiful to watch. I loved the colors and costumes they had used, like bright birds or exotic animals. No little black dresses for them, they seemed too wild for that. And I kept thinking; if any one would be open to getting painted naked, in public, it would be one of these women. I just had to find the right one, the one who would say yes.

As the evening progressed, I started talking more to the women I painted. Hinted at further painting, what they liked, what they would be willing to do. By the end of the night I had refined my pitch; come early to the next party, let me spend more time to really create some fantastic body painting. I had several of the girls look interested, a few eagerly so. By the end of the night I had commitments from three of them.

The next rave would be far more interesting. Then again, I had no commitment to any nudity. But I had high hope, though I also wanted to make sure I did not come across as creepy or pushy. This was going to be a long, slow seduction.

The following weekend I was at the rave again. The real party didn't start till midnight, that's when it started hopping. But by 10pm people started trailing in, and by 11 the place was half-full. That's when the first girl showed up.

She had been intrigued by the idea of a more elaborate design that I had mentioned last time, and now she was here for it. A petite brunette, she had dressed for the occasion; she had on a loose shirt that was completely open in the back but tied off in a bow around her neck. No bra. When she moved you come catch glimpses of the side of her small breasts. She had matching boy shorts and knee-high boots. Colored feathers hung from her hair.

We exchanged a few words and I quickly went to work. She held up her hair, hands on her head. I started painting large swirls of color, mixing in some UV paints that would glow under the lights of the rave. I knelt behind her, my face inches form her small little ass, and started adding stripes to her legs, extending the pattern of her boot laces up her thighs.

I felt a little buzzed by the experience; I was inches away from her ass. The sides of her breasts, especially from this close, were almost completely exposed. It was intoxicating to feel so close to her nudity. But too soon I was done and she left, a big smile on her face.

A few more people showed up, some men too, and I was kept busy for the next hour or so. By then the place was hot. I was sweating, and the people asking to be painted were sweating. The place was more crowded now, and the atmosphere more amped up. By then all I saw was a blur of skin and paint and strobing lights.

But then this real beauty stepped up to my little booth. She was already glistening with sweat despite the fact that she was wearing practically nothing. Her dark blond hair was pulled up by colored ribbons and glowing bands. Her make-up was as colorful as her hair, with flourishes of color going from eyes to cheeks. But mostly it was the fact that she was topless except for a pair of rainbow pasties. Her breasts swing freely as she walked towards me, full but still firm. She was wearing the ubiquitous boy-shorts though she had worn a bright yellow garter belt that held up rainbow striped thigh highs. Furry boots finished the outfit. 

I could tell she was high, or drunk, or simply in a very, very good mood. She smiled broadly and leaned into speak into my ear (the rave was loud!). "make me wonderful!" she said, took a step back and threw her arms up, a wide grin on her face.

I immediately went to work, spreading long curlicues and flowering vines across her back and arms, all done in psychedelic colors matching her outfit. I made her spin around to face me. She instinctively raised her arms up, folding her hands on top of her head. Her breasts were staring at me, barely a foot away. I started painting along her belly and sides, swooping higher with every pass. Soon the undersides of her breasts were getting painted.

My hands started to shake. Here was my first test, my first push towards what I wanted. I leaned in close and told her "The paint won't stick to your pasties, do you want me to go around?". This was a lie. A small lie, the paint did stick less to the plastic than to skin. I tried to look innocent, hoping desperately that she would do what she did indeed do... she looked down at her half painted breasts, shrugged, and peeled the sticky rubber circles off.

The paleness of her breasts made her dark pink nipples and areolas stand out. I started sweeping my airbrush across them, watching the nipples stiffen. I was anxious to appear professional, though all I could do was to scream at my brain to record every square inch flesh revealed in front of me. She had her eyes closed, moving slightly to the music blaring around us.

I laid a pre-cut pattern of flowering vines across her body form mid-thigh to just below her ribs. I filled it in color, stopping when I encountered her boy shorts. From the vines I extended flowers and curlicues below her breasts, framing them in colors. I made smaller vines on each side of her belly button grow up between her breasts and down towards her pubis, following the sweep of her taut belly. Again her shorts stopped me. 

I turned her around to face her buns to me. I softly spoke in her ear, asking her to pull up her shorts. She barely acknowledged me but her hands reached down to her shorts. She pulled them up, revealing her perfect ass. She had effectively turned her shorts into a thong, the material bunched up between the crack of her buns.

I quickly painted her ass to justify the request. When I looked at the finished product, I was impressed with myself. She looked stunning, like a tropical bird or a psychedelic forest. I half-joked in her ear that she would look so much better naked and fully painted. She laughed and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

I watched her walk away, her ass glowing under the black lights.

I was both disappointed and shaking with the thrill of the night. No one had been willing to go as far as I wanted them to go, but I still managed to spend an huge amount of time with my nose inches away form half-naked women. All in all not a bad night. By then it was close to 2am and I was getting ready to start packing up. Only the hard-core partiers were left, lost in the music and thrumming bass.

That's when she stepped up. In retrospect I remembered seeing her hovering around my booth for quite a while. I guess it took her that long to gather up the courage to do what she finally did.

She was petite and wire thin, but pretty in an almost feral way. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail but she wore no colored ribbons. Unlike most of the girls here she was not decorated at all. She wore a pair of loose white pants that ballooned around her legs and a tight blue tank top. She wore sneakers on her feet. She had come here to dance, not parade around.

"Are you still doing it?" she asked me. I nodded yes and motioned her forward. I leaned in towards to speak into her ear. She smelled of fresh sweat and spice. "What are you in the mood for?" I asked.

"I want to look like her" She said, pointing at one of my painted ladies still gyrating on the dance floor whose body was crisscrossed with curlicues and stars.. Her clothes covered far more skin than the girl she was pointing at. The only thing I could see of her was her tight stomach. Her pants hung loosely on her hipbones, exposing plenty of her lower tummy. But there was no way I could paint much more than a butterfly on her.

I caught the nervousness in her eyes and suddenly realized that she knew this too. My stomach knotted up with nervousness. I leaned in again: "you'll have to take something off if you want that". She nodded.

She stepped a bit further away from the dance floor, her back to the rest of the people dancing. Facing me. She pulled her tank top over her head in a single motion, dropping it to the floor. She was obviously very nervous, practically shaking. The nipples on her small breasts were as sharp as tacks. 

I turned to my paint, trying to be as business-like as possible to calm her down a bit. I showed her a few patterns and she picked the ones she liked best. Within minutes I was painting her. I used broad sweeps of the airbrush to essentially cover her in a purple and yellow layer of paint. I applied stencils over that in darker shades. She seemed pleased with the effect and started smiling more, getting more comfortable. 

Now the airbrush left an extremely thin coat of paint, which hid nothing. From a distance the crisscrossing patterns might fool the eye but up close it was obvious that she was topless. 

Soon I was tugging at her pants, inching them further down in order to complete a particular arabesque. She caught on to what the problem was. Her hands dropped to her hips. Our eyes met and I gave the slightest of nods. She pulled her pants down.

Really she simply pulled them out and let them drop. They were so baggy they fell straight to the floor, revealing her lower body like a curtain drop at a burlesque show. And what a body. She had the perfect body of an athlete, each muscle on her thighs or abdomen defined even in the low light. The muscles of her waist all pointed towards her pubis that stood now inches away from my face, covered only by the thinnest of cotton G-string.

I went to work immediately, not even looking up, not wanting to give her the chance to chicken out. I covered her legs in color, stealing glances at her crotch the whole time. The small cotton panties (white with blue polka dots, strangely innocent in this situation) were glued to her sex. A wet spot had spread until the entire bottom of her panties was wet. I could see the outline of her bare pussy lips, and even the small tuff of hair that crowned it.

Without thinking I stood up from my crouching position and looked her straight in the eyes. "Take them off" I told her. I saw a flash of fear, but also relief. I think she had wanted to do that from the start but needed the final push. 

She hooked her thumbs in her panties and swept them off in one quick movement. She stood there, a slightly defiant look on her face as if she was daring me to judge her. But her whole body was shaking nervously.

I slowly knelt in front of her and raised my paint gun. Five inches from my nose was her pussy. In the flashing lights of the rave it appeared and disappeared in shadows, flashing in a multicolored show. For such a skinny girl she had thick outer lips crowned by a tuft of black hair perched over her slit. The smallest hint of inner lips peeked out. As I watched a clear droplet of her juice slowly emerged and stretched down. I had a raging hard-on by now. With great effort I started to paint.

I swept the airbrush up and down, covering her pubis with colors and patterns. I gently made her turn around so that I could paint her ass and hips. Even from behind I could see her excitement. A string of cum connected her inner thigh to her pussy. From behind it looked even more swollen and inviting.

I made her turn again so that she was facing me. I started the air brush again, even though technically I was done. But I gently brushed air across her clitoral hood, watching the skin bounce slightly under the air pressure. I watched a muscle in her thigh twitch, but she stood rock still otherwise. 

I continued to slowly pan across the top of her pussy, sometimes shifting the pattern, but always returning to the clit hood. Her thigh twitched again. The line of drool from her pussy became longer and thicker. She suddenly grabbed my shoulder as if she was about to fall. I watched, eyes wide, as her pussy pulsed with her orgasm.

She held on to me for a few more seconds, recovering her composure. Finally she stepped away, looking around her. She seemed almost panicked. I looked around but no one was watching us. Everyone was dancing as they had all night.

She grabbed her clothes and dashed away. I sat down on my ass, cock throbbing in my pants and watched her run off into the darkness. I was buzzed with the erotic charge she had delivered, almost breathless. I kept watching her as she circled the dance floor, keeping to the darkest corners. I stayed in the dark for several minutes.

Finally she emerged into the relative brightness of the dance floor. She was still naked. Still a colorful naked girl, now dancing in the middle of the crowd of ravers and late night partiers. No one seemed to notice. Or if they did, no one made a scene, or point. A few guys turned their attention to her but seemed intimidated by this naked woman. She ignored them anyway, closed her eyes and danced.

Soon I lost sight of her. Only the top of her head could be seen in the crowd. I started packing up again, ready to go home and jerk off to the memory of that incredible girl.

My lights off, my gear packed, I was about to leave. I felt a presence besides me and I turned around. She was standing there, still naked. The paint job had run a bit where the sweat had poured form her, leaving rivulets of color between her breasts.

"you're leaving?" she shouted over the music. I nodded yes. She leaned forwards and kissed me. I had not expected that and almost fell on my ass. She pulled my face to hers, grabbing the back of my head. We kissed passionately for a few seconds. She had grabbed the front of my shirt and was now pulling me down, pushing me back. 

This time I did fall on my ass, and she was right there, straddling me. Without stopping the kiss, she fumbled for my pants, my zipper and my cock. At this point I was no longer in control of either her or me. My cock popped out of my pants ready for what would come next. Her small hand wrapped around it, guiding it into her wet pussy. She sat heavily on me, filling herself in one stroke. Her pussy was so wet there was no pause, no push. She ground herself against me in quick sharp thrust. I reached up to tease a nipple with my thumb, finding it hard as a tack. Her mouth was still pressed to mine, though now the kiss had changed to a heavy breath, a deep moan barely audible over the music. Her eyes clamped shut, she was about to come on my cock.

I felt the contraction of her pussy as her orgasm washed over her. Her body arched like a tight bow. I pulled out, seconds away from coming. She grabbed my cock. It was so slippery form her juices that her hand naturally slid over it. That was enough. I came in a blinding instant.

She kissed me softly, grinning softly. She stepped off of me and stood up. I just sat there, fully clothed except for my cock sticking out of my pants. She stood over me, naked, her pussy rubbed clean of the paint. It was puffy and pink, even in the low light of the rave. She wiped my cum off her hand on onto her stomach, smearing the colors together.

She bit her lip, shy and mischievous, suddenly caught by what she had done. She turned and ran back into the throng of dancers.

I sat there for a few more minutes, got my stuff and left. I was definitely doing this again.



Body Paint at a Rave Pt. 02



This is part two of the body painter story - please read the first one to make sense of it! Leave comments if you like it!

*****

Over the course of a month or so I became a fixture at the local raves. Nothing as crazy as the last happened again, though the parade of bare skin, of asses and breasts continued. I never got tired of it. There was also the artistic side of me that was thrilled. My technique kept improving and I was able to experiment with new ways of painting bodies.

When one of the rave promoters approached me for a Halloween special, I jumped at the chance. I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I described to him what I had in mind. He loved the idea and was willing to pay for models. I would need a few hours before the doors opened in order to accomplish what I had described. That meant using professionals, not just relying on whoever might volunteer.

The evening of the rave, I arrived at the location right on time. Under the glare of the work lights, the space looked far different. The raw bones of the warehouse were exposed and instead of the magical space we saw during the rave, we could see the tin roof and exposed brick of the old converted factory that housed us now.

I set up in my usual corner. By the time my equipment was arranged, the models arrived. There were supposed to be four of them, but only three showed up. I wasn't even disappointed. These three were stunners. They were regular of the raves so they knew what the night was going to be, but they were also professional models on the side. These were not runway models; they were "art" models, modeling mostly for photographers and artists, and usually in the nude.

Frankly I barely remembered their names three seconds after they introduced themselves to me. I think it was Amber, Clarissa and Heather. They were all young and bubbly, ready to dance tonight. They mostly wore loose clothes, but I could tell that underneath them they had the tight, lithe bodies of young dancers. Amber and Clarissa were short brunettes, Amber sporting a nose ring to spice up her rather generic good looks. Heather was several inches taller, a blonde with blue streaks in her hair. She was obviously curvier than the other two, her pants held up by the hip bones revealed by her short shirt. 

A fourth girl arrived, and her I knew. Kim was a make-up artist I had worked with before on another project. She was going to help quickly cover these three beauties with paint. Kim was a short woman with bright red hair, far too bright to be natural. I liked her a lot, professional without being stuck-up, she was always ready with a smile and a pun. Not the prettiest of girls but with a great smile. 

With Kim there we could start. I motioned the girls towards the prepared area where I had spread a cloth tarp and a few lamps. Without hesitation, they stripped. I turned on the air pump for the paint job, casually staring at the girls. The loose clothes came off in seconds. Pants dropped, revealing long strong legs and tight asses. Off came the shirts, and out popped three sets of breasts. Amber and Clarissa sported high, tight breasts, both tipped with small brown nipples. Heather revealed a stunning pair, full and pale with pink nipples already puckered. All three had shaved their pubic hair as requested, the soft folds of their sexes peeking out from between their thighs.

I had them stand on the tarp and went to work, spraying them with broad swathes of a base color. As I worked Kim picked the outfits the rave promoters had asked them to wear. They were all revealing, skimpy dance clothes that would look sexy but fitting the Halloween theme, with black lace and orange fabric. Kim sorted them out, holding them up to the girls. 

I sprayed colors and patterns on various body parts, changing this or that design as Kim found article of clothing for the girls to wear. 

I have to admit the setting made the session a little more clinical than those held during the rave. In the full glare of the lights the girls became a canvas, and a professional one at that. The edge had been removed, somewhat. I still found myself kneeling in front of a naked girl, my nose inches from her pussy.

With Kim's help the session went quickly. Soon all three girls were painted and dressed. They had broad lace wings attached to their shoulders, with leather straps wrapped around their torso. I had painted their breasts so you had to look to see that they were actually topless. Heather's breast swung with her every step so it was obvious, and a little mesmerizing, that she was topless.

Boots and straps went over their legs. Heather decided to wear a thong under an orange lace mini skirt. Amber went for a pair of black booty shorts, while Clarissa proved more daring and simply wore a red g-string. Dressed, they looked stunning and, to my eyes, sexier than naked. Kim applied make-up and hair extensions, making them look even hotter.

I took out my stencils and started spraying another layer. This paint had no color. The girls were puzzled, but I quickly explained that the paint would react to ultraviolet light. They just shrugged. They were getting paid no matter what. 

The rave promoter announced that the doors were about to open. I gave him the thumbs up; the girls were ready.

The lights went out, the sound system went on, and the rave took off. The girls went to their spots: little raised platforms on which they would dance all night long. I gathered my stuff and set up my area for any volunteers that might walk up tonight. Kim and I grabbed a drink and toasted ourselves; a job well done! She hugged me goodbye and was off.

When the crowds started arriving my paint job started to pay off. The lights were flashing on and off in time with the music. Whenever the lights went to black, the ultraviolet lights that remained on bathed the painted girls in their invisible light, making the UV paint glow. Suddenly they were transformed in skeletons and ghouls, their features completely changed in the darkness. The black wings became huge glowing claws, their arms and legs spiky bone-like appendages. Their rib cages were outlined, their spine a dash of stacked bone. Their breasts, soft and rounded before, became eyes and mouths.

People loved it. They loved it so much that I was soon swamped with volunteers for body paint. I spent the next hour giving people skulls for faces (the quickest and easiest paint job I could do), or outlining ribs and bones in UV paint. Soon the dance floor was a mind-altering jumble of dancing bodies, flashing in and out of existence, replaced by the dead as soon as the light went out.

And I'm telling this particular story because, on this Halloween night, someone stepped up and made my night more interesting. In a good way.

She was an elfin slip of a girl, with pointed face and large eyes that sparkled in the flashing lights of the rave. She had long pink hair braided into a thick cord falling down to her ass. I was probably a wig but the effect was still otherworldly. She was dressed in a blue tank top and a wrap-around dress with little bells on it, like a belly-dancer's skirt. In her hand was a hula-hoop. Her eyes were made up with large sweeps of color, and even had feathered eyelashes. She had silver claw going through one nostril. She looked like some Elven genie from some fantasy book.

She walked up to me and placed her lips near my ears. In the loud rave, you had to be close to have any kind of conversation. "Can I get painted like those girls?" she asked. She had motioned to the dancing go-go girls I had painted earlier. I placed my lips near her ear, smelling her musk and sweat, finding a hint of sweet berries under her neck. "That would take a while! Like, an hour!" She pouted, looking adorable. She leaned in again: "can you do something like it, but quicker?" I shrugged my shoulder, a little lost as to how to answer that question. "What effect are you looking for?" I asked.

"I want to look like a skeleton on the dance floor!" she said, smiling wickedly. "I want to look scary!" "More than your face?" I asked. She nodded yes. I pretended to think about it. I knew already. I made a show of hesitating before finally leaning in to speak: "I can paint you completely black and then add the bones in the UV paint. But you'll have to take your clothes off!"

She looked around. "Can we do it somewhere else than right here?" She asked. My heart started racing. She had practically said yes! I looked around, quickly sizing up the location. " Let me do something" I yelled back.

It took me two trembling minutes to re-arrange my work station. I turned off all but one light and draped a cloth over the table of paints and brushes, blocking the light. In the corner of the rave, we were now the darkest part of the room. I looked back at her, a question on my face.

She looked around and stepped forward. I took that as a yes. I couldn't believe how easy it had been to get her to agree! I didn't know how far she was going to go, but I didn't really care. These semi-public undressing were giving me a sexual high I hadn't felt in a very long time.

Stepping behind the low curtain I had set up, she took of her top. She was wearing a small cotton bra beneath it. Her breasts were small, her nipples already poking through the thin fabric. I prepped the airbrush, watching her form the corner of my eye. She barely hesitated before removing her bra and dropping it to the ground. Her small breasts were almost glowing in the dim light, her small pink nipples jutting out. She untied her wrapped skirt and dropped in on the rest of her clothes. Beneath it she wore a pair of tiny black boy shorts which only highlighted her ass, cupping her cheeks. She had a small round patch of closely cropped pubic hair over her the bare lips of her slit.

She stood naked in the dim light, slim and tight, her pink hair draped over her shoulder and covering one small breast. I noticed a few tattoos on her side and back. She looked like an elf but was far less innocent than I first thought.

I quickly covered her in black paint. I watched her basically disappear under my paint gun. In the dim light her body became darker than the room. I swept the nozzle over her tummy, which made her giggle. I continued brushing, making her ribs disappear. I swept up, erasing her armpits, her shoulders, her arms and hands. Starting from the bottom I made her feet disappear followed by her legs. She was now a disembodied head floating over pale breasts and a triangle of pale flesh. Her pussy lips poked out, floating in the darkness.

Trying to be casual, I swept the nozzle over her breast. Another pass and her sex disappeared. I didn't dare ask her to open her legs so I left her pussy lips unpainted. I stood up and told her to close her eyes. Her face was next. Soon she was a mass of pink hair over two glowing eyes. She revealed her teeth be smiling broadly. She was having fun.

I grabbed a stencil and started applying the UV paint, drawing in her ribs and spine, tracing her hip bones and leg bones and generally turning her into a skeleton. It was surreal; I could barely make out her breast as they hung four inches from my face. But what I could see, clearly, were her pussy lips, still pink and unpainted. I hesitated, not knowing if I should tell her. A part of me was turned on to think of how naked she actually was. The least covered part of her body was her most intimate part.

I was soon finished, and she bounded away, giving me a peck on the cheek and squeezing my hands in thanks. I watched her blend into the crowd. Her silhouette was easy to follow against the brightly colored dancers on the dance floor. She was like a shadow dancing amongst them, swaying and twisting to the music. Then the lights would flash and she would be revealed as a skeleton, bones from toe to tip.

I turned the lights off in my booth and sat back to enjoy the rave. Frankly I just watched her. She saw me watching and would come over to the corner where I was and shake around, laughing, before diving back into the crowd. She even used her hula hoop for a bit, twirling it around her hips. I just watch her ass go round and round. 

She knew I was watching. She came and danced in my corner again. This time, with her back to me, she shimmied and shook her ass to me. All I could see was the slash of pink flesh that was suddenly revealed in the middle of her black shape. Bare lips, pouting around the pink tips of her inner labia. I was hard instantly.

She danced fro a few minutes longer before coming straight for me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my feet. I thought she wanted me to dance but instead she pulled me to my paint booth. It was still set up for privacy. I suddenly got very hopeful. 

She pulled me in and immediately knelt on the ground. She fished my cock out of my pants in no time. Before I was fully aware of what she was doing she had my hard cock in her mouth. All I could see was her red tongue swirl around me shaft and her bright green eyes looking up at me. The feeling was exquisite, warm, hot. Her hand was clamped on the base of my cock, guiding it into her mouth.

She closed her eyes and dove onto it, pumping it into her mouth. I had to grab hold of her shoulder, feeling weak. She stood up, still holding on to mu cock. She spun around and bend over. Her ass spread open, a line of pink suddenly appearing. Her pussy was there, open, wet. She guided my cock into it and pushed herself onto it.

She grabbed onto my hips, one hand on the table in front of her. I started pushing into her. She was so wet already that there was no resistance, just the hot wetness of her pussy swallowing the length of my cock. I could feel her shudder around me. I barely thrust a few times into her before she clenched around me. Her back spasmed, whipping her hair. She was cumming hard around my cock, her nails digging into my hip.

I continued pumping into her but she slipped off of me and back onto her knees. I thought she was going to finish me with her mouth but she gave it one long lick, cleaning it of her juices, and got up. With a devilish grin, she ran off, shaking her ass in my direction.

I stood there with my pants around my ankles, dick out, watching her dance back into the fray. I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. I put my still hard dick in my pants and went to watch her dance.

Like before she was a shadow amongst the crowd. But the paint was starting to rub off. In the harsher lights of the dance floor streaks of pink flesh were appearing under the black paint. She saw me watching and waved, turning and shaking her ass at me. I decided to play it cool, leaning against the wall, watching her, arms crossed.

A few minutes later she bounced back towards me. "You don't dance?" she asked. "Not with what you left me." I replied, glancing at the bulge in my pants. She laughed and shimmed away. But now I knew the game. She was a tease, but the good kind. She would deliver the goods in the end (or so I desperately hoped).

And indeed she came back, looking even more naked. The paint was brushing off, revealing more and more of her body. She was not a shadow anymore, but clearly a naked woman with black paint over most of her body. She had to know.

She came back to me again and took my hand. She was going to lead me back to my booth again, but I pulled her further along. She had to take little jumping steps to keep up, squealing with surprise. I pulled her in a side hallway which led to the locked offices upstairs. It was deserted but open to the dance floor. The lights were off there. I felt safe. I pulled her towards me, my hand grabbing her ass. My fingers brushed against the lips of her sex from behind. She was sopping wet.

I crushed my lips against hers. She answered my kiss hungrily, wrapping her arms around my neck. I lifted her up, both hands cupping her ass, pushing her against the wall. Without breaking our kiss she frantically fished for my cock, pulling it out of my pants. I lifted her up and in one swift move speared her on it. I had never been this hard in my life. She screamed, her voice lost in the booming music around us.

I started pushing into her, pounding her into the wall. She clung to my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist, her face buried into my neck. She seemed to be cumming and cumming, her pussy spasming around my cock, her juices streaming down my balls and legs. I was close too but I didn't want to risk cumming inside of her. I suddenly pulled her off, slipping out, sliding my cock between her pussy lips. She reached down and started jerking me off, my cock wet with her juices. She wriggled down my body, bringing her mouth onto my cock, clamping her lips around the head just as I came. She swallowed and swallowed as I held on to her shoulder and the wall. I felt like I was going to black out I came so hard.

Instead I opened my eyes and she smiled at me. A few feet away the rave kept pounding away.



Body Paint at a Rave Pt. 03



This is Part 3 of a series. Please read Part 1 to make sense of it.

Comment if you like it!





Word spread about the body painting I did at the raves. A few more party promoters got in touch with me. Before long, I was spending my weekend evenings painting ravers and partiers. 

I grew to hate the larger parties. They were for-profit gigs, filled with drunk wannabe-gangsters driving up from their parent's suburban homes. The smaller ones were more intimate, part of the true underground scene. The people who went to those were the outsiders, the freaks and artists. And I liked the raw spaces, the old warehouses and the industrial basements, filled with odd rooms and abandoned machinery. There was an edge to those spaces, a lack of order that allowed people to be looser than usual, less constrained by the usual expectations. 

I felt my body painting was part of that looseness. It was another door that people could step through and become their other, wilder self. I thought that the few women I had hooked up with were part of that. They were letting their wild, exhibitionist side out. But I learned that in that respect they were amateurs. I finally met a true exhibitionist.

I had set up in the back corner, as usual. The rave was been held in what must have been an old industrial factory. A main space was flanked by hallways leading to smaller rooms, creating a maze of dance spaces and chill rooms. Each room was decorated differently, and lit differently. There was one lit only by black light. A Chill room had several over-sized pillows thrown on the floor, some red light, and not much more. An open invitation to amorous couples.

I was in one of the dance rooms, in the back. There was no theme to the night, just dancers and ravers dressed in their craziest outfits, showing their true colors. I had painted several people already, spreading wings on backs, adding flourishes to faces, patterns to legs and arms. 

I noticed her dancing near by. She was tall brunette in a short white dress. It was hard to tell if the dress was short or if she was just wearing a long shirt. It buttoned all the way up the front, with some frilly lace around the collar. She had a wide belt around her waist and knee high boots on her feet. There was a vague pirate feel to her outfit. The bottom button of her dress was undone, letting a long length of thigh show every time she moved. The top three buttons were also undone, letting a black bra peek out from time to time. She was pretty, and sexy, and she was looking at me.

She sauntered over to my booth. She leaned in to speak into my ear. The place was loud so she had to come close. "Do you do anything for black light?" she asked. "I have UV paint, yeah" I replied. "Do my face" she said, plopping herself down on my low stool, face up, a sly grin on her face. 

"Any preference?" I asked. "Give me big eyes" she said, tracing her fingers over her eyes and face.

I started tracing thin lines over her face in the UV paint, like long butterfly wings. From my vantage point, standing over her, I could see straight down her gaping shirt. Her full breasts were barely held back by her black bra, a mostly see-through thin mesh of a thing. Her nipples were clearly outlined by the fabric. I watched them grow harder. I tried to focus and not poke her eyes out.

Too soon, I was finished.

She stood up and looked around for the small mirror I kept. "You can't see it until you're under the black light!" I shouted. She pouted. "Can I borrow this?" she asked, holding up the hand mirror. I hesitated for a second. She grabbed my hand. "Come with me, it'll only take a second"

I let this beautiful woman lead me away. The whole exchange had a playful note underneath it, like a game of cat and mouse she was playing, and I was definitely the mouse. 

We walked through a few rooms, me trailing behind her. Finally we reached the black light room. It was almost pitch black, apart from the small DJ table set in the corner. From time to time a flash of strobe light illuminated the dancers, but for the most part all you could see was dark shapes under the black lights. All the white pieces of clothing glowed eerily, giving the place a strange feel as seemingly empty shirts or gloves floated around. The neon bracelets and hair ties in the girl's hair added a splash of color to the dance. Some, wearing neon fishnet, became colorful, disembodied legs dancing in the dark.

She turned to me. Her face had blossomed in white filigree under the UV lights. She made me hold up the mirror so that she could see the effect. She squealed with delight. Under the black light, her white shirt was glowing equally brightly, matching her decorated face. Everything else was dark, barely seen.

She grabbed my hand again and pulled me away, back towards my paint station. In one of the less loud portion of our walk, she turned to me. "I'm Penelope, by the way, nice to meet you." We ceremoniously shook hand. "Can I ask you something?" she said, biting her lower lip in a way that left no doubt that it was calculated, and usually worked. "Of course" I replied. 

"Do you ever do full body stuff?" My heart started to beat a little faster. "Of course." She took my hand again to lead me away. "Good" she said over her shoulder.

She led me straight back to the painting station. She placed herself in the middle of it, hands on her hips. She looked straight at me. "So, do you do boobs?" She was looking at me, watching for my reaction. I played it cool, though a slight smile crossed my lips. "It's my specialty." I replied.

She smiled, holding my gaze a little longer. She was obviously trying to decide if she could trust me, if she had found in me a co-conspirator. I just reached for my paint gun and held it up, ready to paint. I arched my eyebrow, waiting, daring her. 

Penelope half smiled. She didn't remove her shirt but opened it further, undoing two, then three more buttons, pushing it open to her belly. She then simply undid her bra from the front. She pulled her arms through the straps, keeping her dress on. With a mock flourish she tossed her bra on my stool and put her hands on hips, her breast jutting proudly out of her opened dress. Her pink nipples were rock hard little nubs.

I pushed her shirt a little more open with one finger. Her breasts were round and high, a solid B cup. They looked perfect to me. I applied a stencil over her nipples, the same pattern I used on her face. Her lips quivered as the forced air brushed over the sensitive skin of her nipples and breast. I outlined her breast in paint, accenting the curve of it, tracing it out in thin lines and leafy patterns. The first breast was done quickly. I move to the second. This time she turned a bit towards me, offering it to me. 

I brushed some air over the hard nipple, not even laying down paint. My paint gun drew lazy circles around it, watching her body react. Her eyes closed for a second. I watched a flush spread over her chest as her breath became quicker. The cold of the first drop of paint made her pop her eyes open. She watched me under lidded eyes as I finished applying the stencil and the paint.

I stepped back, finished.

Penelope stood there with her shirt opened. You couldn't see the paint under the normal lights. She was standing there in public, half exposed, without even the cover of an excuse for her nakedness. She was about to close her shirt but I stopped her. With exaggerated care I blew softly on her breasts, as if to dry the paint.

She laughed nervously, perhaps to hide the shiver I saw run down her body. Finally I stepped back and she closed her dress, no bothering to button it. Her breasts were hidden, but the long opened front made it obvious she wore nothing underneath.

With a wave Penelope walked away, looking over her shoulder and smiling at me. I watched her go, her ass swaying with an extra swagger. I stood there with my air brush in hand for about half a minute, trying to figure out what to do next. Finally I followed my instinct. Follow her! 

I made my way through the dance rooms until I stood again at the entrance to the dark black lit lounge. I spotted her almost immediately. Penelope was only a dozen feet away, her white dress glowing. The only other thing you could see was the white filigree on her face. When she turned, the deep black V of her opened dress was broken only by the swirls of glowing paint on her breasts.

I leaned against the entrance, watching her dance. She swayed slowly in time with the music, raising her arms above her head then lowering them down along her sides, pulling the fabric further open. A sleeve fell off her shoulder, exposing her that much more. Under the black lights her right breast, her exposed breast, hovered and shimmied outlined in bluish white tendrils of paint. I couldn't see the expression on her face, but I could see which way she was looking. Her face paint was like a glowing mask, the whites of her eyes burning in their black sockets, aimed straight at me.

She continued dancing for a few more minutes, me watching, her knowing I was watching. She moved her hips in great lazy circles, her shoulder and breast still bare. Finally she came to me. She stepped from the black lit room to the hallway where I was standing, normal light spilling over her. The sight took my breath.

She hadn't closed her dress. Her hair was heavy with sweat, falling in thick streams over her naked shoulder. Her dress was half off, barely hanging off of her left shoulder. Her right breast stood proudly naked, framed by a few strands of brown hair, her nipple pink and hard. It looked like her belt was the only thing still keeping her dress from falling off her body. She had undone the lower buttons, letting the dress part every time she took a step. Under her dress she had worn her finest Batman underroos, the yellow logo drawing the eye to her crotch.

"Enjoying yourself?" She asked. "Very much so" I replied.

"Don't you have anybody else to paint?" The question was a challenge, but her eyes, and her smile, told me that she wasn't unhappy to have me as an audience. 

"They can wait." I said, shrugging.

"Really? And are you waiting for something?" She was looking me straight in the eye.

"I'm just enjoying the scenery" I said, motioning to the people dancing behind her, my hand sweeping around. I was very aware of how close my hand came to her bare nipple. I think she could sense it too. We both glanced down at her bare breast at the same time.

She took a step back. I had a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach. Did I misread the situation? Was she offended?

"I don't fuck people I meet at raves, if that's what you're hoping for" She said, half tease, half warning. She still had a slight smile on her face, still facing me.

"I'm just here for the show, happy as a clam watching from over here."

"Well, I'm here to dance." She stepped back into the gloom, her features disappearing in the darkness, but the paint blossoming under the light. She didn't go far. She danced on the edge of the crowd, keeping herself in my sight. Her dancing became a little more savage, a little bigger. She took her space, filled it with her body.

Her other shoulder was bared, the dress slipping further and further down. Both breasts were exposed, swaying loose as she danced. She finally simply removed her dress, pulling it free of the belt. She balled it up into her hand. She was now dressed only in her boots, her belt and her Batman underoos. She danced, darker than before, with only her face and her breasts outlined in glowing paint.

I motioned towards her, pointing at the dress in her fist. She saw me and stopped dancing. I pointed at her dress again, then opened my hand, waving her over. She stepped towards me.

"I'll hold it for you." I said when she came close enough for us to hear each other. She hesitated for a split second, but I thought I saw something click in the back of her eyes. A new line of thought that unraveled down her spine and guided her hand up, dropping her dress into my open hand.

My palm became damp as I closed my fingers around the thin fabric of her dress. Something was happening here, and I was desperate to not lose the thread of it. 

"I can hold the belt too" I said, a tremor in my voice I prayed was masked by the music pounding around us. With barely a hesitation, she undid the wide belt that hung on her hips and handed it to me. It had been wide enough to be a very, very short skirt, but now there was no way to hide the fact that all she had on was her Batman underwear. She was obviously, openly, half naked.

"Have fun" I said, releasing her. She danced away, but never far from where I was. She snaked and twisted on the dance floor amongst the neon ghosts, sometimes disappearing completely when she turned her back to me. I would then try to peer around the dancers, trying to catch a glimpse of her dark shape. And then she would turn and her painted face would appear from the darkness, her breasts would reveal themselves, swaying, hypnotic, heavy.

I watched her dance for several more minutes when an idea came to me, and I had to laugh. It took me a few more minutes to gather the courage to try to make it come true.

I waved to Penelope, motioning her back towards me.

"Why don't I finish painting you?" I told her when she came close. She was glowing with sweat, slightly out of breath, which made her breasts bob up and down in a very distracting manner.

"Finish?, she said, surprised.

"Yeah. I have to paint the rest of you." I held her gaze in mine, looking for a reaction. Her lips parted, her eyes locked in mine.

"Okay" she breathed.

I handed her the dress back, which she threw over her shoulder. This time I was the one to lead her back to my paint station, holding her hand as we weaved through the dancers and crossed room after room. The lights strobed from brightly colored to the dim yellow lights of connecting hallways, back to darkness and pulsating music beating against us. Behind me, Penelope walked as if in a trance, her shirt completely open, her breasts swaying freely for all to see.

Finally we were back at my paint station. It felt intimate after the crush of dancing bodies. I led Penelope to the center of the paint area. I gently took her dress off her shoulders.

"Gather your hair and hold it on top of your head" I told her.

She did so, keeping both hands up. Her breasts rose, made into perfect globes by the raised position of her arms. "Turn around" I said. She turned, giving me her back as a canvas.

I painted a branch and some leaves on it, keeping it light and feathery to match the face paint. I painted the curve of her lower back, laying delicate tendrils across it. I had to put my hand on her back to brace my painting hand. Her skin felt hot to the touch. She didn't shy away form my touch, though.

I put my paint gun down. I hoped that I was right, that I had read the situation right. I gently placed my finger tips at the base of her spine. I traced the edge of her panties, out to her hip bones. She kept her hands on her head, holding her hair. A slight trembling started in her thigh. I hooked my fingers in her panties and slowly pulled them down. 

Her ass was revealed, a pale peach. I pulled them further down. The gusset was held between her clenched thighs. She moved, rocking from foot to foot, opening her legs. The gusset moved down, revealing another peach between her thighs, already wet and pink, as sweet a pussy as I had ever seen.

The panties dropped to the ground. I made her step out of them, tossing them onto my stool. I sat on my heels for a few seconds, admiring the legs, the ass, the pussy peeking between the thighs, and the back rising up in a graceful curve. With her hands on her head she had a classic pose, weight slightly shifted to one side, used so many times by artists. I was once again stunned by the beauty of the female form, the curves so gracefully created by a hip, a waist or a breast.

The moment was broken by the sheer ridiculousness of what I was about to do. Picking up my air brush again, I started drawing two large eyes on her buttocks, surrounded by the vague outline of a Cheshire Cat. Penelope looked down over her shoulder, watching me work. The eyes done, I asked her to lean forward from the waist. She did so, revealing more of her pussy. I watched as her pussy lips parted slightly, glistening and wet. My cock became rock hard at the sight. 

But I soldiered on, painting a wide smile across the bottom crease of her ass.

Finally I asked her to turn around. Her shaved mound was now in front of my face. The folds of her sex were swollen, the hood of her clit enlarged, standing out from the lips below it. I swept the air brush across her mound, leaving thin lines of paint, like a cobweb where her pubic hair should be.

I added a few touches to her legs, some to her belly, and I was done.

I asked her to stand there for a little while, letting the paint dry. She did so, but her eyes were darting behind me. Three guys were standing there, mouth slightly agape, watching her stand there completely naked, her hands on her head. I thought Penelope would panic but she stood there, legs slightly apart, fully exposed. I had forgotten that we were in a semi public place. My paint station was tucked in a corner, but there were no doors, no walls separating us from the rest of the small dance room I was sharing with a DJ. My table and some boxes, some fabric draped over my supplies, that was it. In the dim light of the rave, Penelope stood there naked, with only her boots on, patiently waiting for my instructions. 

Though I don't know if patience is the word. She stood there, her skin flushed, and a thin strand of clear liquid slowly oozing out of her bare pussy. 

I stood with the guys, my cock hard as a rock, staring with them. Finally the spell broke and I remembered where I was. I grabbed Penelope's dress and draped it over her shoulders. The three guys watched us as I led her away towards the black light dance room.

When I pulled the dress over Penelope's shoulder we exchanged a quick smile. Her eyes were bright, almost glazed with excitement. She licked her lips constantly, her pink tongue darting between her teeth. I could feel her hand tremble in mine. As we walked through the crowd, I told her what I had painted. It seemed to have shaken her out of her cloud of arousal. She suddenly started laughing, delighted.

We finally made it to the black lit room. I paused at the entrance, still holding her hand. She stopped, curious and expecting. I took the hold of her dress with both hands and gently pulled it off her body. She stood still, letting me undress her in the dim light of the hallway. No one was near us, I don't know if any one was even looking at us, but for a few seconds she stood there, naked, waiting for me to tell her what to do.

"Go dance." I said.

Penelope almost ran into the room. As the UV light hit her the paint started to glow. Her skin disappeared in the darkness but the white filigree patterns emerged, outlining her face, her breasts, her belly and her pubis. She danced, facing me, her arms floating up above her head, pulling her breasts in hypnotic arcs.

She then turned around, exposing her back. The branch and leaves motif matched the Cheshire Cat on her bottom, everything done in thin lines and blurred shapes. Cheekily, she stuck her ass out, bending forward. The Cat smiled. The teeth painted in the crease of her ass were exposed by her position, making the cat seem to grin widely.

It was a gap-toothed smile. Her pussy was a dark spot in the middle of the smile. 

Penelope danced away into the crowd, naked but for her boots and a smiling cat on her ass that would grin at you if you were lucky. I felt lucky. A few guys in the crowd were sure to feel lucky too, that night. A ghostly grin of a Cat, painted on the ass of a beautiful naked girl. 




Body Paint at a Rave Pt. 03



I hoped I would get to paint Penelope again.



Body Paint at a Rave Pt. 04



This is part four of the series. Please read the first ones first!

And leave comments if you like the story!

*****

I saw Penelope again. In fact I saw her several times at various raves. Everybody ends up on the same mailing lists, so I was not surprised to see her amongst the dancers. The first time I saw she was dressed again in her big white shirt. She glanced at me and waved, a big smile on her lips. She never came to my booth, but before leaving that night she made sure to catch my attention and wave goodbye.

For several weekends in a row the same thing would happen. We would see each other from across the room and wave but that was about it. She was often with a group of friends, making me wonder if that night when I painted her naked had been a fluke, that one time she went out alone. 

She was still an exhibitionist, that was clear, though sometimes a subtle one. Unlike many of the other girls at the raves, she was not dressed in lingerie and pasties. She often wore flowing dresses though they were usually fairly short. Her showing off was more of a tease. Buttons would come undone to reveal the swell of a breast, or a daringly high length of thigh. Sometimes the arm holes were just wide enough that when she raised her arms above her heads her breasts would threaten to pop out. She knew how to draw the attention of boys, and keep it. 

I caught her several times bending over to tie the laces of her high boots, letting the hem of her dress rise up, showing anyone who was watching the swell of her ass and the color of her panties. She saw me looking, and even went as far as smiling right at me as she bent over, a smug little smile on her lips. As the night progressed she would become looser with her clothes as she swirled and jumped around, the hem of her dress rising up over her waist or even letting a bra-clad breast pop out. 

Still, we never spoke, just waved and smiled at each other. 

One night changed that. She was with her friends again, though the group usually spread out amongst the various rooms of the rave. I was in my usual corner, having just finished painting tree branches across the back of a young man, giving him the look of some strange wood creature. There was only a thin crowd of dancers in the back room where I was set up, away from the main dance floor. 

She caught my attention by dancing up to my area, facing me. She was holding on to the hem of her dress, shimmying around in time with the thumping music. When she saw I was looking at her, she raised the hem of her dress to reveal her black panties. She smiled, turning around to show off her ass. The panties were boy shorts, short enough to highlight the curve of her ass. 

I thought that was going to be the end of the show, so I just smiled and shook my head at her teasing. But this time she came up to my booth. I looked around quickly. None of her friends were in the room.

"That was so much fun last time" she yelled in my ear. 

"When I painted you? Yeah. That was awesome!" 

She was still moving around, half dancing, biting her lip. She looked gorgeous, of course. She was wearing a loose paisley top that tied around her neck before falling down to a point at her belly button. The back was open except for the string that tied the two corners of the shirt. She was bra-less, and her hard nipples could be clearly seen through the thin satiny fabric. She had a short frilly white dress and her usual high boots, leaving a length of bare skin between the hem and the boot. Her hair was piled up loosely on top of her head, letting stands fall around her face. 

"I could paint your back!" I offered, hoping that she would remove her top. 

She shook her head, smiling. "My friends are here." 

Suspicion confirmed, she did indeed keep her exhibitionist side to herself. And whoever happened to be looking. She pouted in a most delicious way. I noticed that my cock had already grown hard, straining against my pants. Just being close to this woman was enough to turn me on! My brain started running at a million miles a minute.

She was standing there, moving to the music, obviously undecided. She wanted to show off, that was clear. She had walked up to me after all. But her friends were here... She was about to leave, I could tell. Her dancing was taking her further away from me, one hip shimmy at a time.

I leaned in to whisper/shout in her ear: "take off your panties." 

She looked at me, puzzled. 

"Trust me" I said. 

She took a quick look around to make sure that none of her friends were in the room. Satisfied, she quickly hooked her thumbs around the edges of her panties and pulled them down, squatting down at the same time to hide what she was doing. I was impressed until she opened her knees wide in order to step out of them. I pretty sure I was the only one who could see what I was seeing since she was squatting low, facing me. But her legs opened and an uninterrupted V of tanned thighs led my eyes straight to her bald pussy. Her outer lips were slightly parted; the pink inner ones peeking out like a cat's tongue. Her clit hood stood proudly at the top of her mound, already swollen.

Panties off, she closed her legs. She stood up again, looking first at the bulge in my pants before staring right into my eyes. Job well done. I was harder than I thought I could ever be. She stood there with her hands on her hips, her panties balled in her fist. She handed them to me. 

"Now what?" She said. 

I took her panties, feeling the slight dampness of the cloth. I tucked them in my pants pocket. 

"Come over here" I said, pointing at my work station. I sat on my stool, gathering my paints. She stood in front of me. 

"I don't have a lot of time" she shouted. 

"One minute!" I replied. 

I cracked my knuckles and grabbed my air brush. "Lift up your dress!" I instructed. She hesitated for only a split second. She took hold of the hem of her dress and lifted it up, revealing her bare pussy to me. In her standing position, her pussy looked puffier, poutier, the lips more swollen. 

I started spraying. Black paint soon covered her pubis, her hips and lower belly. I traced a few straight lines, mimicking the lines her boy shorts had made. I took a little longer to cover her sex, letting the air flow linger over her clit hood. I could see her thighs shudder every time I swept the nozzle across her clit.

"Turn around and flip you skirt" I instructed. She did, sticking her butt out as she flipped her dress over her hips. Again I traced lines across her skin before covering the round cheeks of her ass with black paint. I took special care to sweep the paint across the pouting lips that were peeking between her thighs. Her ass was soon painted black, making look like she was still wearing her boy shorts. The only thing giving it away was the clear folds of her pussy that stood out like a most epic camel-toe.  

"You're done! Let it air out a bit too dry though." She seemed delighted, looking down at her paint covered pubis. She held up the hem of her skirt to keep the fabric from touching the paint. From where I was sitting I had a perfect view of the naked folds of her sex. There was no doubt that she was naked and painted. But then again, how many people were going to be sitting a foot away from her crotch?

She twirled away onto the dance floor, still holding the hem of her skirt up. She looked at me and smiled. She ran back and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She whispered in my ear "Thank you, you're the best". And then off she went again, dancing wildly.

I saw her a few more time that night, dancing with her friends. Her dress would rise up as she danced, revealing the black boy shorts she had worn that night. Except those were in my pocket. She was naked under her dress. She knew it, I knew it, but no one else did. Every time I saw her a wave of excitement would shake me. We had no other connection but that secret, but that was enough, more than enough! What a thrill to be part of that woman's secret world.

From then on that became our thing. When we would end up at the same rave she would dance near my booth and catch my eye. Sometimes blatantly, sometimes more discreetly, she would flash her panties at me. That was my cue. I would prepare the colors and the brushes and wait for her to dance into my booth.

She would sometimes take her time, waiting a good hour between her showing me her underwear and the time she would come to my booth. It was part of the game for her, I guess. I was her willing servant until she stepped into my booth, and then the roles were reversed and she obeyed my commands. She would turn, bend at the waist, spread her legs, whatever I told her to do in order for me to paint her. 

I saw a parade of underwear for the next month. Each time a different cut and a different color, but always in the end they would come off and I would have her bare pussy a foot from my nose. More than once I watched as a thin string of clear liquid oozed out form her puffed lips and stretched down between her thighs. Once I lingered with the air nozzle on her clit a little longer than usual. Her thighs were quivering when suddenly she grabbed my shoulder, holding on to me as she was wracked by an orgasm, standing there in front of me. I watched, mouth open, as her pussy clenched and convulsed, a stream of clear liquid running down her leg. 

She stood there for a second, biting her lip. Finally she exhaled, pushing her hair back, looking at me. I just smiled but didn't move. I think that reassured her. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek, turned, and left. She waved at me as she left the room to disappear deeper into the rave..

From then on she would always give me a kiss on the cheek before dancing away, but nothing more, ever. She had made clear that a line existed the two of us, a line I never dared to cross. I wanted to remain in that small circle we had created, just the two of us, the safe space where she felt free to play.

Though one night she was the one who crossed that line.

I had painted on a sexy red thong on her body just an hour before. She had taken to testing me, wearing more and more outlandish panties that I had to replicate. Some had strange patterns or logos. The worse were the lace ones. Lace is a bitch to paint. Thongs were easy, I could literally draw a single line around her waist, a small triangle over her butt crack, another over her pubis. It almost felt like cheating.

Tonight's red thong was a breeze to draw, though I always took the same amount of time to cover her with my paint. I would linger over her lips and clit with my air brush, letting air gently stroke her. It almost felt like an extension of my tongue as I drew long lines on her labia, circling the hood of her clit, or gently teasing her lips apart to reveal the pinker skin beneath. 

She was always torn between stopping my teasing and throwing a leg over my shoulder to really let me get to her clit. We would both suddenly wake up to the fact that we were surrounded by people dancing. My booth offered very little privacy. As long as she stood with her back to the rest of the crowd we were fairly inconspicuous, but if she were to suddenly throw a leg over my shoulder as I sat in front of her I think people were catch on that we were up to something.

She would get that feral grin that told me she was on fire with lust. She would usually stop me when she got to that state though sometimes she would let go and grab hold of my shoulder. That was the tell. I would leave the air on her clit and watch her be shaken by her orgasm. That night she stopped me. She stepped away, a sly grin on her face.

She danced away without giving me a goodbye kiss on the cheek. Something was up.

I spent the next half hour looking for her. She finally reappeared, parting the crowd as she bee-lined for my booth. She grabbed my hand and pulled me away, not even saying a word. I hurried behind her as she led me deeper into the rave, through the crowd and out the back. We emerged into the small outdoor area where a few people were cooling off or smoking. 

On we went, through a door I didn't even know existed, down a dim hallway. In the distance a room glowed red.

We stepped into what had been a manufacturing room. Concrete ledges and blocks marked where machinery had been bolted down, leaving behind a strange maze of low walls and irregular shapes. Red light bulbs dimly lit this strange space. Here and there a few scrapes of fabric had been thrown around in a dismal attempt at softening the place up.

In the far corner a woman was leaning against a concrete shelf. She had a top on, but was naked below the waist. Her blond-red hair fell across most of her face, but I could tell she was pretty, one of those skinny dancers that prowled the raves. One foot was propped up on a low block leaving her pussy, bare and open, glistening in the red light. Long white thigh-highs were pushed halfway down her legs, framing her thighs and bare pussy. A man was re-buttoning his pants as he stepped away from her. Another was sitting nearby, watching. 

Penelope approached the girl and spoke a few words in the woman's ear. She looked at me and nodded, smiling. Penelope pulled me towards the half-naked woman. 

By then I had a very confused boner. Was I supposed to fuck this stranger in front of these men, in front of Penelope? Apparently I was. The woman gently took hold of the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her. With her other hand she fished my cock out of my pants, stroking it to a full erection. Her soft fingers over the delicate head of my cock made me gasp. My hands drifted to her body, finding her bare ass and her thinly covered breast.

Another hand was on my cock. I looked down and saw Penelope's hand unrolling a condom over my cock. I glanced to the side. She was right there with us, so close, staring at my cock as the thin rubber unrolled over it. We were shoulder to shoulder, her breast pressed against my arm.

Her hand took hold of the base of my penis. She guided it towards the entrance of this wet and opened pussy that seemed to be waiting for me. I pushed in, the feeling so overwhelming for the first few seconds. The woman gasped, clutching at my head, still holding on. Penelope's hand had fallen away. She stood there, watching, as our bellies would slap together with every thrust. 

Penelope leaned in until we were forehead to forehead, breathing the same air, both watching my cock disappear in this woman's pussy. I wanted to turn my head and kiss Penelope but she would just roll away, keeping her lips unreachable. But her right hand had disappeared under her skirt to move gently across her pussy. 

Penelope's left hand drifted to my ass and then to my balls, caressing them with her fingertips. I started panting, so close to cumming. Penelope slid her other hand between our bellies, grabbing my cock again. When I pulled out I slid my wet cock through her hand. She was stroking me as I fucked this other woman. I pulled out more until only the tip of my cock remained inside the woman's pussy. The rest of my cock was held firmly by Penelope. I pulled out a little more, then pushed in, fucking her hand, slipping into the waiting pussy.

Penelope started jacking me off in earnest, moving her hand back and forth. My cock was being milked by a hand and a pussy at the same time. I didn't last long. One last push and I came deep in the woman's pussy.

As I pulled out Penelope held on to my dick. She pulled the condom off, letting it drop to the ground. She let he fingers play on my softening cock, spreading my cum all over it, using it to lubricate her gentle hand job. She was furiously masturbating at the same time. I was growing hard again in her hand. I raised the hem of her dress, revealing her fingers strumming across her clit. The paint had been wiped off by her hand, leaving her pussy pink, wet and naked under her skirt. 

The other woman leaned in and started kissing Penelope's neck, watching the show. We were huddled in this strange standing threesome, as Penelope held on to my cock as she rapidly brought herself to an orgasm. I felt it in her hand as she suddenly squeezed my cock. Her eyes closed, her mouth opened in a silent scream and she came.

Penelope's hand was still on my cock as she stood there for a few seconds, catching her breath. She finally looked up and smiled at me. She gave my cock a last squeeze before giving me a peck on the cheek.

"Goodnight, you're the best" she whispered in my ear. And left.

I pulled up my pants as I watched her go. Finally I turned to the woman who was still standing there, legs wide open, a slightly drunk expression on her face.

"Hi" I said, and zipped up.



Body Paint at a Rave Pt. 05



This is part 5 of an ongoing series. Please read the first ones in order to make sense of it. And comment if you like it!

*****

I did not see Penelope for a while after that evening. At first I just assumed that the natural fluctuations of the party season had kept us apart. But after the weeks turned into a month, then two, I started thinking otherwise. Was she avoiding me? Had I crossed a line? Had SHE crossed a line? After all, she had been the instigator that last evening.

Finally, I saw her again. She was with her group of friends, dancing. I watched her for a while from my usual corner, hoping that she would make her way over to me. But she stayed away and danced with a boy instead. She draped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She had a found a boyfriend, and I had lost a playmate.

I was saddened by this, trying to tell myself that I was happy for her. It didn't really work. She never came to my booth, never even looked my way. I fell into a kind of funk after that night.

Thankfully I was distracted by the growing number of gigs I was getting as a body painter. I did a few more glitzy gigs but always returned to these smaller, more edgy parties where I felt I was meeting more interesting, and sexy, people. That's how I was invited to the Moon Party, a semi-exclusive party in the desert that took place during the next full moon. I was handed two free tickets (and a map) in exchange for my work. 

I readily accepted.

I also clutched that extra ticket in a palm that had suddenly turned sweaty.

The following week I searched for Penelope in the crowd. A few hours passed before I finally saw her, dancing amongst her friends. That new boy, her boyfriend, was there as well. I waited until she was at the edge of her circle of friends to slip past her, casually dancing.

"HI" I screamed over the music. 

A slightly panicked look came over her face. 

"I just have an extra ticket if you want it!" I held up the ticket and handed it to her. She took it, not thinking. I shimmied away, dancing the white man dance I do so well.

Later that evening I caught her watching me. She was standing against the wall, still and alone, watching me paint the half-naked body of a raver.

----

The moon party was the following weekend in a far off desert location. I had left Friday night, driving the 2 hours out of the city indicated on the map. By then the sun had set and the surrounding desert was lit only by the rising moon. I took the turn onto a dirt road marked on the map. For the next 45 minutes I drove slowly over the cragged path that lead into a knob of stone. 

The Moon Party was to be held in a small valley ringed by low red hills. It formed a natural playground separated and isolated from the rest of the world by the desert, the hills and the distance. The small valley was already half filled by the party goers, about two dozen tents and RVs parked in a loose circle around the central dance area. Less than a hundred people were supposed to be here, all part of an exclusive social circle composed of the ravers, the burners and the ex-hippies that form the heart of the underground night-life. The gathering was small, but it promised to be off the hook.

I slowly made my way in the dark towards an empty spot on the outside of the ring of tents. I parked and stepped out into the cool night air. Even without lights, the valley was brightly lit by a moon that was almost at its fullest. The valley was dark; the DJ booth was in the process of being built and the lights were not up yet. The night was filled with the hushed sounds of sleepy campers. I rolled out my sleeping bag and sleeping mat, crawled in, and promptly fell asleep under the stars.

The next morning I took my time to set up. People were arriving throughout the day, filling the small valley. I planted my shade structure on the edge of the dance area, holed up between two RVs to catch as much shade as possible. Around me the camp was erupting into life. The DJ booth was up and music was starting to blast out of the towers of speakers that flanked it. There was no DJ yet , just a laptop providing an endless stream of electronic music. A few people were already dancing as the campground around them was slowly growing and transforming into a festival.

The tents and cars were slowly being covered by the banners and flags that were popping up. Colorful domes were being erected, their floors covered in dusty pillows to received the tired dancers. A forest of posts had been planted to host a nest of hammocks. A few booths had been set-up around me to host the few food vendors that had been invited in. Once again I was amazed by the ingenuity and energy found this community of drugged-up hedonists. The vendors were setting-up their displays of kambucha and gluten-free soy chicken wraps as I set up my supplies, ready to start.

As the campground transformed into a carnival, the people started transforming as well. Jeans and T-shirts disappeared as colorful sarongs, kilts, and leather jockstraps started making their appearance. The women turned into colorful birds, some wearing plumed head-dresses, neon body suits or some outfits straight out of Mad Max.

The mood was still fairly mellow. I even took a nap in one of the gently swinging hammocks. I kept an eye on the dance floor though. One of the girls had caught my eye and was driving me nuts. She was a thin, almost wiry brunette, dressed only in a black sports bra, boots, and what looked like a wide belt from which several leather pouches hung. I couldn't tell if she was wearing anything underneath the belt. If she was, it was at most a thong. As she danced the pouches would flap around, but their weight prevented them from moving too much. They would reveal a flash of thigh, an arc of rounded ass, but no more. She was sexy in a rough, dust-covered way, and the teasing kept my eyes glued to her thighs. I was almost tempted to get up and get a better look, but I was lying in a hammock with a cup of cold-brewed coffee balanced on my tummy. I was too relaxed to move so I simply settled in and enjoyed the show.

I was startled out of my lazy reverie when I spotted Penelope. She was dressed in a onesie, one of those adult-sized footed themed pajamas. Hers was a panda, complete with a hood with little round ears. Around her neck was a broad colorful scarf. She was alone, dancing slowly at the edge of the dance floor, looking around. I waved at her. 

She saw me and smiled, waving back. She started to make her way towards me. She was, still, alone. Her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. My hopes were up.

"Hi" she said brightly as she neared my hammock. "You look comfy!"

"I am comfy. That's a cute outfit you have." I said, pointing at her pajamas with my coffee cup. 

What I had noticed was that the zipper in the front of the onesies was down to her belly button. Behind the folds of her scarf, I could see bare flesh. It didn't look like she was wearing anything underneath it. My hopes were definitely up.

"I dressed for comfort" she said, grinning. "Is your booth set-up?"

"The booth is up, but I'm not. I can be, though" I started to get up.

"It's okay" she said, stopping me from getting up." Maybe I'll drop by later. I still need to get settled in."

"You like it?" I said, motioning to the camp around us.

Her eyes lit up, " this is AWESOME!" she said, a huge smile on her face. "I'm gonna run around an explore, and set up my tent, and then I'll come back. See you later!" She waved and was off. 

I settled back in my hammock, a big smile on my face and a slight tingle in my cock. This was, indeed, awesome.

It took me over an hour to go from the hammock to my booth. I chatted with some of the other hammock dwellers, moved on, and graciously accepted a mixed drink offered by a guy wearing not much more than a large plumed hat and a bandana around his hips. I hesitated but he laughed and confirmed that the hardest drug in the drink was the vodka. My next-booth-neighbors offered me a veggie roll, which was delicious so I bought three more. By the time my first victim sat on my stool, I was fed, slightly buzzed, and very much in love with humanity as a whole.

The deal was that I couldn't charge money for the work, which I liked. People just wandered in and got painted. There was no haggling , no hesitation. Some people got a painted version of the tattoo they never dared to get, or a simple design, and some went all the way and walked out covered in paint form head to toe. 

One woman sat down to get her face painted. A black-haired beauty, with pale skin and wide lips, she sat on my stool and thrust her face out to me, a big smile on her face. She braced her arms on the stool, pushing her ample breasts out. She was wearing a bra and singlet, so her breasts were bulging out in a very distracting way. I painted her face, alternating between dots and lines around her eyes and cheeks. She turned her head, exposing the side of her neck. I took the hint and painted her neck, first one side, then the other. I let long lines of paint trace down from her neck to fade across her sternum.

With a wicked smile she crossed her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up, offering them up as canvas. I obliged and painted lines, dots, and swirls across the soft pale flesh of her breasts. I could see the pinker hue of her areolas peek from under her bra, so I painted that too. I watched as the skin crinkled under my brush. She bit her lip. I saw in her eyes the dance that was about to begin, where her inhibitions were pushing back against the urge to be seen, to be naked and worshipped.

She turned on the stool and pulled her shirt up and over her head, bunching it up under her chin. She looked at me over her shoulder.

"Can you do my back too? Just undo the strap" she said, trying to be casual, but by now I knew where this road was going.

I could see the side of her chest, where the ribcage disappears under the first folds of her breast. I undid the clasp of her bra and watched as the cups, released, fell forward, revealing a heavy curve of flesh, still mostly hidden by the bundled shirt. I started painting. Whether she knew it yet or not, she would go further. She had too. Once painted, her back could not be covered by her shirt again or the paint would smudge. So I painted again, painted a dream pattern of dots and dashes across her spine and sides, trailing paint across her rib cage. She let her head hang down.

In a single motion she pulled her shirt and bra off. She turned and offered me her breasts, not daring to look at me, keeping her head and eyes aimed up. She had magnificent breasts; full and heavy, almost perfectly round, tipped by dark nipples that were hard and erect already.

I continued trailing dots across her ribs, between her breasts and over her sternum. Her breasts were almost glowing in contrast to the paint. I laid a double row of dots down to her belly button, another series of dashes across her hip bones. She looked almost more naked now. Her breasts were the last unpainted part of her body. Her nipples were rock hard and pinched.

I took a different brush and dipped it in a watery mixture. Wiping the excess first, I started applying a thin, almost translucent layer of paint across her breasts. The paint didn't hide anything; it merely turned her skin blue. I let the soft brush play across her nipples as I watched her face, watch her lips tremble under the touch.

I drew more broad swatches of color across her sides, shoulders and arms, unifying the design. She looked great, less obviously naked, but a strange sexy alien. 

"All done" I said. 

She sat there for a second. I moved the small mirror I had propped up so that she could see herself. She smiled.

"Looks great" she said, in a husky voice.

"I could do your whole body like that" I said, pointing at her legs. She laughed and stood up, now dressed only in her shorts.

"Maybe later" she said before waving goodbye and walking away. I took that as a yes.

I took a break form painting to watch the crowd of dancers. By now the sky was darkening as the sun barely crested over the low hills around us. The valley had filled up with people, a good hundred or so, all clustered around the open-air dance floor. The DJ booth had grown, sporting towers of lights, fog machines and video projectors. And the party had not even started yet, even though music had been playing all day. The night was the signal for the real party to begin.

I grabbed a beer from my cooler and sat by the dance area, watching Penelope dance. She was easy to spot. In the heat of the desert the onesies must have felt cloying. She had unzipped them and wrapped the arms around her waist, leaving her upper body bare. The large scarf was tied in a loop around her neck, hanging down to her belly. It covered her breast as long as she didn't move too much, but it left her back bare, letting anyone interested enough know that she was topless.

I had half a mind to join her on the dance floor, but refrained myself. She knew where I was. If she wanted company she could simply walk to my booth. She was enjoying herself, enjoying the dance and the interested glances she got from the men around her. I finished my beer and went back to my booth.

As the sun set a hush settled over the crowd. The music was turned off. Everyone turned towards the sun and watch as it made it's way down between two peaks in the surrounding hills. Nature had provided us with a natural time keeper. Within a few breaths, the sun disappeared. The crowd cheered.

A loud, booming note rang out from the DJ stand. A man was standing behind the music console, one arm raised, the other controlling the volume as that one note grew louder and louder. Finally the music came crashing on, lights flared and the party was on. The crowd roared and everyone was on their feet dancing.

The next hour was a blur. The entire camp was at a fever pitch of excitement. Everyone had changed into their best raver outfits, strapped lights and glowsticks to their clothes and launched themselves into the dance floor. Within a half hour of the sun setting the desert was pitch black, making it difficult to see anything. A half hour later, the full moon rose, and suddenly became a second sun, flooding the small valley in a pale silver light. Between the music, the glow sticks and the pulsing lights coming from the DJ tower, it was like being in a dream, on Mars.

Penelope appeared at my booth. She was sweaty and smiling, still dressed in her onesies. 

"Hi" she said as she stepped into the booth. 

"Well hello! Is it time for some painting?" I replied, motioning her in.

"I think so. I thought it was going to be much colder out here. I'm boiling in this outfit."

"It looks very cute on you." I replied. I couldn't help but look at the swell of her breasts barely visible beneath the fabric of her scarf. I tried to be casual. "So, I guess you have a boyfriend now" I said, feeling foolish and juvenile the second the words left my mouth.

Penelope turned away, visibly irritated and disturbed. She shook her head, mumbling something about being far away. I had broken the fantasy. I wasn't her friend, I was not supposed to share her private life. I was the one who allowed her to make her exhibitionist dreams come true. If I got too close I would stop being safe. She didn't flash her friends, I realized. I could be her painter, or her friend, but not both.

I turned to the small air compressor and turned it on, letting the small droning sound it made fill the awkward silence. I held out the airbrush.

"What'll it be?" I said in my best pirate voice.

She smiled as she looked up, any sign of distress wiped from her face. She stepped closer, pushing the stool away so that she could stand in the middle of the booth.

"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked.

"Of course" I replied.

"This is the only outfit I brought. It's all I have to wear." With that she unzipped the onesies further, past her belly button until the shaved mound of her pubis was revealed between the fuzzy panels of her costume. She was naked under her costume, and had planned on being naked all weekend, with no way to change. 

"But it's too hot." I said.

"It's way too hot. What am I going to do?" she said, looking at me straight in the eye.

"Boy shorts?" I replied.

She smiled and let the onesies fall to her feet.

She stood in my booth, the onesies pooled around her feet, dressed only in a scarf. Her pale smooth belly flowed down into the crevice of her thighs, the bare lips of her pussy peeking out. I had seen her naked before, but every time felt like a revelation.

She placed her hands on her head hand thrust her hips forward, ready to be painted. Her breasts swayed under the scarf. Her gaze became distant, her eyes half closed as she settled into what was by now a well known but still pleasant experience.

I started painting her, nothing fancy, just a block of black paint that gave the illusion that she was wearing tight-fitting boy shorts. The painting was quick, but it had been so long since the last time I painted her that the old thrill came back in full force. 

She stood with her legs slightly parted so that I could reach everywhere. I swept the nozzle of the air gun over her belly and thighs, holding up a board to keep my lines square. When I swept the nozzle over the hood of her clit, at the top of the puffy rise of her sex, she inhaled sharply. The old pleasures where there for both of us. 

I guided the jet of air and paint over the bare lips of her pussy in long slow strokes. I nudged the stool closer and she immediately got it. She placed one foot on it, raising her leg and opening herself more to me. I quickly finished the inside of her thighs before returning to the folds of her pussy. I could tell that they were already swollen. A bead of liquid, like a tiny clear pearl, had emerged from between the pink inner lips and hung there. I didn't dare disturb it and painted around it, leaving a dash of pink in what quickly had turned into black painted skin.

"Turn around" I said.

She did so, offering me her perfect round ass. Again I quickly painted her, drawing the shorts. I pushed gently on the middle of her spine. She bent forward, her rear end splitting further open and revealing the puckered rose of her ass. Beneath it, her pussy opened in slow motion, the lips peeling apart and revealing their deeper pink insides. The clear pearl had grown. The full length of her folds was slick with her juices now. I painted away, leaving only her wetness untouched. If she ever bent over, she would be revealing the most intimate part of herself. I considered warning her about it, but held my tongue. She probably knew anyway.

After all, if you bend over wearing only paint for shorts, what else are you doing but offering yourself to someone's eye? 

"All done" I said. She turned around and gently placed her hand on my head. I stayed kneeling, my face inches form her pussy. But I was looking up into her eyes. She bent over and kissed me on the forehead.

She broke the spell and jumped back.

"I feel so much better! Now I can dance!" she yelled out excitedly. With a wave she pranced out of my booth and onto the nearby dance area.

I watched her for a while as she danced and jumped on the dusty space in front of the DJ booth. She appeared and disappeared in the crowd, but I would spot her and a shiver would run across my body. She was beautiful, and naked, and no one lee knew it but me, and her. Her large scarf fell in front of her chest, hiding her bouncing breasts but making it completely obvious that she was topless. That fact alone attracted several other dancers who tried to share her space. But she would flitter away, dancing by herself, completely self-absorbed. They would watch her dance away, staring, like me, at her swaying ass.




Body Paint at a Rave Pt. 05



It was not obvious she was naked, I had done a good job, but nothing was hidden. The curves of her ass were plain to see to all. And then she would slowly gyrate her hips, as if lost in the beat, hands over her face, fingers in her hair. Her ass would move in circles and with every pass a slight hint of pink would be revealed. I saw it, saw the naked flesh. I would hold my breath, see if anyone else had seen it. But no one else did, and she kept dancing, naked.

I watched the other dancers for a while. No one else seemed interested in getting painted so I just relaxed and enjoyed the show. I let the music put me in a trance, watching the people pulse with the beats, naked limbs waving and moving in sync. 

I decided to join the dancers, letting myself simply relax and enjoy myself. I kept Penelope in the corner of my eye, but soon I became caught up in the music and simply danced, clumsily, but I didn't really care.

A pixie bumped into me and smiled from under a furry hood. She looked me up and down and raised an eyebrow at my boring duds. I smiled and showed her my paint-splattered hands. She smiled and placed a small thermos in my opened hands. I held on to it by reflex. She motioned that I should drink from it, which I did. Some bitter tea washed over my tongue. She slimed broadly and danced away.

I continued dancing. A while later, a wave of nausea washed over me. I almost went back to my tent, but the nausea faded, and the lights became brighter, the music better, and my body lighter, and the world was so goddam beautiful and life was the funniest joke ever played on us, and I laughed out loud at the sheer absurdity of it. I laughed and danced, my limbs loose, the beats washing across me, moving me. I was high as a kite on shrooms ( I concluded later) and loving it. 

I don't know how long I danced for, but suddenly Penelope was besides me. She grabbed my hand.

"You have to see this!" she yelled in my ear. 

She pulled me through the crowd. I followed, unresisting. The people parting around us became a tunnel of dancing bodies. In front of me was Penelope, her naked back and her naked ass. The music seemed to fall in sync with the movement of her ass. I was entranced. In front of me was a naked woman pulling me along a hallway of bodies, the pulsing lights washing over me. And each step was a swing of an ass, a swing of an ass, each beat of music the tempo of her legs moving back and forth. I was getting horny, and falling in love with this angel guiding me along. In my head I painted wings on her strong back, wings that spread across her back and into the night air.

Finally she stopped and pushed me forward. We were on the edge of the dance area. In front of me was a raised platform, and on that platform a woman was hula-hooping. The hoop had lights embedded in it so it traced wild arcs that stayed burned in your eyes. It was almost the only thing you could see in the relative darkness. I could tell that she was wearing a tutu, and some sort of bikini top.

Then I saw a light flash from under her tutu.

It took another minute for my eyes to finally understand what I was seeing. Since she was on a raised platform, I could see a fair bit under her tutu, though it was too dark to see much of anything. But when she was facing away from us, I could see a light shining from under her tutu. I saw a glowing diamond, like a small fist, peeking from between her ass cheeks.

She saw us watching her and without a word, still hooping, bent further at the waist.

She was wearing a glowing butt plug under her tutu, and nothing else. The glow of the plug lit up her bare pussy as she moved around, revealing all. I was stunned by the sight. And I thought Penelope was an exhibitionist! Penelope was standing besides me hands at her mouth, grinning broadly.

"That's so hot!" She yelled in my ear.

The woman straighten and continued dancing as if nothing was the matter. 

Penelope grabbed my hand and led me away, away from the dance floor and towards the dark and distant hills.



Body Paint at a Rave Pt. 06



Penelope led me by the hand through the campground, leaving behind us the flashing lights and pounding music.

Very quickly we found ourselves on a sandy trail leading up into the surrounding hills. The moon provided plenty of light. She hung heavy and silver over us, her light so intense it cast shadows. The desert was bleached of all color in the moonlight; we were walking through a black and white world. When I looked over my shoulder the dance floor looked impossibly bright and colorful.

Ahead of me, Penelope kept walking.

I was either coming down from the mushroom high or getting deeper into it. The lunar light seemed to give everything an extra sharpness. Every pebble, every stubbly cactus stood out in sharp relief. 

I looked up along the trail. It seemed to be taking us to the crest of the hill and on up and around the whole small valley, circling the ridge of soft stone that cupped the festival below us. Apparently we were on a hike. The thought seemed pleasant; the air was cool but not cold, the scenery lovely. 

Penelope, walking ahead of me, was lovely. The curves of her back stood sharply defined in the moonlight. She was all sweeping curves and undulating lines as she walked ahead of me. I came to hate the block of black paint that covered her ass. It stopped the flow of the lines.

She must have been thinking the same thing because she started scraping the paint away, rubbing it off with her hands. The paint fell off easily in large flakes, revealing silver flesh beneath. In our black and white moonlit world, Penelope's ass emerged from the darkness. A second moon! I giggled to myself. I thought it appropriate.

Finally we made it to the top of the ridge. On one side was the desert, studded here and there by rocky outposts. On the other was the bowl of earth in which the festival continued to flare. Lights bounced off the hillside like colorful lighting. The campground looked like a strange, loud circus. From time to time the music would drift up to us, carried by an updraft.

Penelope stood silently for a moment, staring at the festival below us. She looked at me over her shoulder.

"Isn't this great?"

She raised her arms up and started swaying her hips dancing to the echoes of the music below.

She pulled her scarf off of her neck, letting it drop to the ground. She was now fully naked, with only her boots on her feet. She swayed, body exposed to the valley below. If any of the dancers were to look up , they would see her naked figure clearly outlined on the ridge. Her hips swayed deeper, her legs spread a bit. Her hands floated over her hips, her breasts, her neck. Her pussy was aimed at the camp below. 

I sat behind her on a rock, watching. Her back was to me. I could see her clearly, lit by the moon and highlighted by the lights from below. Seated, my face was level with her ass. I watched as her hips swayed, her ass slowly rotating in front of me, exposing the full lips of her sex with every orbit. My cock grew hard.

Her hands were now on her breasts, holding them up then dragging her nails across her nipples. Her knees bent, opening herself up further. Her hands floated down, fluttering across her stomach. I couldn't see her eyes, but her head was turned fixedly towards the camp ground below. I pulled my cock out and started gently stroking it, almost holding my breath.

Her fingers drifted to her inner thighs before brushing across the lips of her sex. I heard her catch her breath. Her hands cupped her mons. Slowly, beat by beat, she bent forward at the waist. Her thighs opened, the globes of her ass parted, and I could see clearly the two fingers that had disappeared between the folds of her sex. Her pussy was slick with her juices. The inside of her thighs were glistening in the silver light. She looked at me from between her legs.

Her eyes locked on my hard cock and my hand slowly rising and falling over it. Her fingers started digging deeper within her. I took that as a hint. I grabbed hold of the hard shaft of my dick and started stroking. Her eyes remained locked on my moving hand. Her fingers were moving in and out of her now, making a squishy sound with every stroke. Her pace increased. I could see the fingers of her other hand were busy frantically rubbing against her clit. 

I was rubbing my cock but the only lubrication I had was the drop of pre-cum that had appeared. I was hard, but not getting anywhere near an orgasm. But I didn't want to stop or move and break the spell.

Her eyes closed and she held her breath. An orgasm shot up her legs, making her thighs quiver and spasm. Her fingers curled deeper inside of her. She bit her lip, cumming silently.

Her knees gave out and she almost fell. She caught herself on a large rock. Slowly, she lowered herself onto it until her belly was resting on it, her ass still in the air. She looked over her shoulder at me. I took the hint.

I stepped out of my pants and pulled off my shirt. As naked as she, I knelt behind her and guided the tip of my penis towards the slick and open pussy presented to me. The tip glided over her warm flesh, teasing her, brushing against the folds of her sex, her clit. She moaned and pushed back, seeking the fullness of the penetration. I obliged in one long push. 

She cried out loud into the night.

I grabbed hold of her hips and started fucking her in earnest. The line had been crossed and I was finally where I had dreamed of many times; deep in her wet pussy. My hips slapped against her thighs with every push, which she met with a guttural grunt. For a second I worried about the noise we were making, but that thought disappeared with the next thrust. We were alone on a hill, in the dark. I continued pumping, finding her so wet my dick, my balls, and even my thighs were getting coated in her moisture.

She raised herself up on her elbows, and I saw her look at the campground glowing colorfully below us. She raised herself up on her hands until her breasts were swinging freely underneath her. Her back arched, raising her ass, pushing deeper against me. Her grunts became louder, fuller, until a continuous moaned erupted out of her, a call of unmistakably sexual nature. She was calling out to the camp below to witness her moon-lit fucking.

Whether anyone was watching we'll never know, but the thought was obviously enough for her. Her backs spasmed, undulating as wave after wave of orgasm swept over her. I held on to her hips, grinding myself as deep into her as possible. Her pussy was clenching and unclenching like a fist around my cock, drawing me closer and closer to an orgasm.

Her spasms were slowing down but my rhythm was increasing. I was getting close, slamming into her, drawing a grunt from her with every thrust. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head to face me. Her eyes were wide and wild, her hair a dark halo of shaking tendrils that whipped to and fro.

"I'm gonna cum" I gasped. 

She whipped around, leaving me momentarily standing there naked and cold. I suddenly had the vision of myself standing there under the moon, on this hill overlooking the desert, arms half-raised, cock hard and slick with a woman's desire. She, crouched in the shadow at my feet, hair wild, eyes wilder, her body coated in sweat and sex. Her mouth opened and the Earth took my cock in her mouth and swallowed it whole.

The sudden warmth almost took me over the edge. She let my cock pop out and ribbed her slicked breasts against it, jacking me off with the other hand. I dug my fingers into her hair for balance. Her mouth swallowed the tip of my cock, her hand and breasts rubbing the shaft as she pulled me against her, wrapping her body around my legs.

Finally I felt that wave rise in me. It rose form the ball of my feet and shook me with an intensity I had never felt before. Penelope held on to my legs as my body whipped back and forth, jets of cum erupting form my cock, landing on her breasts and chest. Her mouth found my cock, her lips almost too much. I continued spasming into her mouth. She grabbed my ass to better keep her hold on my cock. 

Finally the orgasm subsided. She gently let go of her hold until the only thing connecting us was her mouth around the tip of my cock. She suckled it like a lamb for a few more seconds, drawing out the last few drops. She finally let it go with a wet pop. Still on her knees, she looked up at me and smiled. My cum was all over her lips and her breasts.

I staggered back and sat heavily on the sandy ground. I sat there for a few seconds, catching my breath. And then I laughed, filled with joy and wonder at a night that had turned magical and bizarre. Penelope was sitting on her rock across from me, a sly grin on her face. With one finger she wiped my cum of her lip.

I took in the space we were in. The giant dome of black sky peppered with brilliant stars, the black and white world of moon-lit rock and sand and brush. The silence. And below us, the multi-colored, thumping world of the festival.

I stood up, naked, and offered my hand to Penelope. She took it and I pulled her up to her feet. We both stood there naked in the moonlight. She was covered in streaks of wet dust, the outlines of my cum clearly marked on her skin. Her hair was wild, her eyes were shining. She looked radiant, but sad.

She touched my cheek.

"Thank you" she said.

"My pleasure. Literally." I grinned.

"I'm going home tomorrow." She said that with a finality that answered my unspoken question. There was no invitation, no equivocation. She was leaving. My heart fell, though of course I was not surprised. I had expected this moment a long time ago. Frankly I was surprised it took this long for her to walk away from what must have started as a fluke, a game. I was never a serious player, more of a prop in her fantasy world. She was being kind in saying goodbye.

"Can we have the rest of the night?" I heard myself say. I was surprised by my need.

She smiled.

"How about till sunrise?" She said.

I smiled back. "Till sunrise."

I took her hand, gathered my clothes and started walking along the trail. We were both still naked.



Body Paint at a Rave Pt. 07



Part 7

 We walked in silence, hand in hand in the bright night. We were following the path as it wound its way around the bowl of low hills, mostly keeping to the crest of it. 

I was getting used to being naked. My cock felt heavy and thick as it hung freely from my belly. The cool air swirled around my balls, caught in my pubic hair. I was intensely aware of my skin, of the places not usually exposed to fresh air. It felt wonderful. 

Penelope's hand was nestled in mine. She walked besides me, careful of her steps in the dark.

A new sound came rising up from the night. Voices. Voices nearby. Mostly laughter, some incoherent shouting. Penelope leaned against me, her skin warm against mine. We both looked around but could see no one. We continued down the path. The voices were getting nearer, or we were approaching a group of people.

We walked around a large boulder to discover a small pool of dark water below us. In the water were five people happily splashing each other. We were a good dozen feet above them and had not been spotted yet. We stood in the shadow of the boulder and watched for a heart beat.

They were campers from the festival, like us, and had found the secret hot spring that had been mentioned by one of the organizers days ago. I hadn't given it another thought at the time, but I saw he was not pulling my leg. It did exist. And these five young people had found it.They were all in various stage of undress. One skinny guy in blonde dreads was naked, standing knee deep in the small pool. The others, two women and two other men, were in variation of underwear. A pile of colorful clothes was tucked on a rock nearby. 

The pool was apparently not deep at all. One of the women, dressed in bra and thong, was laying on her back in the middle of the pool, her feet sticking up out of the water. she called out to the others to join her.

Penelope walked down to the pool. I almost cried out to stop her, to remind her of her nudity. But of course, for her, that was the point. I considered putting my clothes back on to follow her. But I stopped, inspired by her example. For me it wasn't about the thrill, it was about the freedom. I just didn't want to put clothes back on after feeling so free.

Penelope said "Hello" in a nice loud voice in order to not surprise the bathers. They all turned, a reply on their lips, but all became stone still, and silent. Penelope slowly walked down the length of the path towards them, stark naked, glowing in the moonlight.

"Whoa." was all one of the guys could muster.

Penelope daintily made her way to the water's edge, keenly aware of the eyes fixed on her. She dipped her toes in the water.

"It's warm" she said, pleasantly surprised. She turned towards me, still hidden in the darkness above them.

"Come on, it feels great" She called out.

Put on the spot, I emerged from my hiding place, holding my clothes by my side. I too started walking down.

"Come on in" said the girl in the water. She turned around on her belly, pushing herself along the water with her hands. The globes of her ass parted the black water.

That broke the silence, and soon they were all asking questions, chatting and laughing. I think most were also very high because some of the comments were barely coherent. I finally made my way to the small group. They were still standing around, chatting. All eyes were on Penelope.

She stood there, smiling. I finally saw her as the others did. Not only naked, beautiful. But also clearly covered in cum from chin to nipples. The cum stains were etched in dust, and unmistakable. The other girl was openly staring, mouth slightly open, as if she couldn't believe her eyes. The guys were fighting the surge to just stare at her naked breasts. Penelope acted as if all this was as natural as the air she breathed. But her nipples were as hard as diamonds. I knew that she must have been buzzing inside.

Since I was mostly ignored by everyone, I made my way to the warm pool. It was a shallow dip in a rocky formation. A small stream of heated water from deep below had filled it, creating a large bath in the middle of the desert. At night, the water was black. 

I sat in the water, washing off some of the dust from our walk. The girl glided over to me.

"You guys enjoying your walk?" she said, a grin on her face.

"We sure are" I replied, smiling.

She spun around in the water, floating on her back, bringing her breasts and tummy up to the air. As her bra-clad breasts popped up out of the water I was reminded of my nudity. I was not self conscious anymore. If anything I felt freer that I had in a long time. I saw this beautiful young woman next to me in the water, and all I could think of is how sad it was that she did not feel comfortable enough to be naked, to be free. I was shocked to suddenly find myself the freest among them. I had always been the shy, reserved one in these gatherings. Now I was the most liberated. Surprisingly, I had learned a lot from Penelope.

Penelope stepped into the water, splashing about before sitting down into the warm bath-like pond. She rinsed herself off, cleaning my cum and her sweat from her body. The others were still standing around the pond, staring dumbly at her.

I suddenly resented their presence. They were not part of our world, not part of this night. I stood up and walked out of the pool of water, shaking myself off in the night air. My feet became caked with sandy mud almost immediately. we were not going to be clean for very long.

"Where are you going?" asked the girl in the water.

"It's too warm in there. I think I like the night air better. " I turned to Penelope. "Wanna keep going?"

She looked up at me from her seated position. she looked completely at ease, as if in her bathtub, pretending not to notice the hungry eyes of the men around her. She carefully washed her hands, squeezing her arms together and forcing her breasts up and out. 

"I'm enjoying this. This water is amazing, in the middle of the desert, that's so wild!" she exclaimed.

I suddenly felt threatened by the presence of these other men, or simply jealous of the time left with Penelope they were robbing me of. I felt an urgent need to reclaim her attention.

I dug my toes into the sandy soil caught between the rocks. An idea struck.

"I could paint you" I said.

She looked up. "How?" she asked, slightly incredulous.

"Come over here" I motioned, drawing her closer to me on the water's edge.

The old words had worked, she was focussed on me again, and on our game.

She knelt in front of me. Slowly, softly, I started covering her with thin wet mud. I held her arm out and covered it thoroughly. When I was done, I started tracing patterns in the mud, swirls and dots that soon covered her entire arm. She smiled and held out her other arm.

I started covering her arm as well, and then her shoulders and chest. When my hands started running over the heavy swell of her breasts, a heavy silence settled over th little group. My thumbs grazed over her nipples, finding them already hard. Her breasts were soft an heavy in my palms. I held them for a split second longer than I needed while looking into her eyes. She stared back into mine. Her lips parted moistly. She was turned on, and I was the cause.

The other men had come closer, watching me. The one naked guy was at half mast, turned on. The other girl stood back, obviously unhappy. But the one in the water came closer, watching intently.

I continued to cover Penelope's upper body with mud. Satisfied, I started drawing pattens around her chest, around her breasts. One of the guys started doodling on her arm. Penelope raised her arm, offering herself up to them. They took their cue and gathered around. 

Now she had four sets of hands drawing on her. The guys nervously traced the edges of her breasts, never daring to go too far. Penelope stood up.

"You guys need more space to draw on!" she said.

I was kneeling in front of her, and her pussy was in front of my face now. I had the best seat in the house. The guys started covering her with mud, running their hands over her legs and back, brushing her ass repeatedly. Penelope opened her legs up a bit more, allowing them to cover her inner thighs as well. All the guys sported full hard-ons now. Penelope's gaze would fall on a hard dick and she would smile like a cat who caught the mouse.

I spread a large glob of mud over her pubis, rubbing it over her lower belly, then down over her pussy. I pressed against it, finding her clit. She squirmed, but tried to stay still as the other guys started running their fingers over her body, drawing swirls and lines over her back and legs. Her ass received a lot of swirls. 

Vey quickly she was covered in the muddy patterns.

"I think we need a new canvas" I said, pointing at the girl still in water. 

"Me?" she exclaimed.

"Yes, you. You just need to take all those clothes off. You'd be perfect. " I replied.

The guys cheered in agreement, grabbing handfuls of mud and turning towards her.

"No way!" she exclaimed, backing away form them in mock horror. Immediately the game was on, an d the guys started stalking her, despite her squeals of protest. Much feigned protest, if her smiles were to be believed.

I grabbed Penelope's hand.

"Come on, we should head back." I told her.

She had been suddenly left alone as the guys started chasing the joyfully squealing girl. She turned to me and let me guide her away.

A few turn of the path took us away from their sight. From time to time we could hear their laughter but not much more. We emerged from the clump of rocks that nestled the spring and onto the open ridge again. I looked at Penelope under the moon light. She was a muddy mess. I stopped her.

"Let me fix you up" I said.

I gently guided her towards a flat bit of the path. Gently I brushed off the excess mud until all that was left was a thin layer that colored her skin. I brushed away the chaotic patterns the guys had made.

"I liked those" she protested.

"I'll make them better." I said.

Carefully, I started drawing on her again. The mud had turned to dust. The patterns emerged form the subtle difference in shade. Swirls again, almost Celtic. Swirls in swirls, my fingers tracing her belly, her breasts, her hardening nipples. Swirls that covered her back and legs, her thighs. A swirl that covered her hips and ended at her clit. My finger finished that swirl last, but kept going, one finger on the hood of her clit, moving slowly in tiny circles. 

Her hands grabbed my hair. I could see a single drop ooze out of her pussy and run down her leg, tracing a line through the curves painted on her skin.

I stood up and led her to a large boulder nearby.

"Turn around, put your hands on that rock" I told her. She obeyed without hesitation.

The position made her lean forward, ass out, the globes of her butt separating. I knelt behind her and started drawing swirls again. I started on one side, circling the round ass cheek before linking it to the other with a single line. I continued that line, round and round, until it filled the other cheek. I continued that line until it disappeared between her legs.

Without me having to ask, she opened her legs wide, leaning further on the rock.

Her pussy opened, the lips swollen and wet already. I continued my line around her pussy, her ass hole. The dark heart of her sex was the center of a concentric ring, a Celtic maze whose only exit was an entrance.

I kissed it. she shuddered. I gently tugged on her hips to turn her around. She did, leaning back onto the rock, legs wide open.

Again, I leaned in for a kiss. 

The soft lips of her sex brushed against my lips. I pushed deeper in, opening her, searching for her with the tip of my tongue. Her hands started roaming through my hair. 

My tongue found the opening of her vagina, my mouth drinking from the juices flowing from it. I pushed deeper against her, my mouth covering her sex, my nose bumping against her clit. I curled my tongue against the roof of her sex while gently rubbing her clit with my nose. I held my breath, unable to breath. She held her breath too.

I broke off her pussy and took a deep breath. I licked up, parting her lips, reaching her clit. I dove back in, wrapping my lips around her tiny sensitive nub. I sucked gently, flicking my tongue against it. Her fingers curled in my hair.

I dove back down, tongue deep in her, drawing out her juices, parting her sex with my face. Then up again, focussed on her clit, sucking and teasing. She held on to my hair, knees shaking.

I went down back in the deepest part of her; the softness of her pussy, the wetness of it, pushed against my mouth and chin. I prodded and swirled my tongue deep into her before, again, rising back up to her clit and sucking, hard this time. Her hands clamped on my head as she spasmed and rode my face, crushing her pussy against mouth. Her juices flowed down my chin and neck.

After a few seconds, her hands let go of my hair. I stood up.

She was standing, legs spread, her sex offered, her back against the rock and her head titled up to the sky. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and fast. I stepped up to her. We were both naked already; my cock naturally rested against her slick pussy. I twisted my hip and the tip of my cock found the entrance, the wet warmth, and slipped in. She grunted and grabbed my shoulder. I pushed in, one hard stroke that took me all the way till we were belly to belly. She gasped, cried out, eyes still closed. I started pumping, hard but slow, drawing grunts out of her mouth and streams of cum from her pussy.

"Stop, stop" she cried out.

I paused. She pushed herself off the rock, lifting herself off my cock. The air felt suddenly cold against the wet, sensitive skin.

"The rock is killing my back." she said, turning around. She leaned forward, hands on the rock, offering her ass.

I was standing barely a foot away from her, cock raised to the stars, covered in dust, my face a mask of dirt and pussy juice. For a split second my awareness blew out, carried perhaps still on the mushroom tea I had ingested a while back. I saw us in this vast desert, under the silver moonlight, surrounded by the looming shapes of boulders and hills. Her back to me, she was a single expanse of grey swirls, her feminine curves echoed in the rounded boulders around us. It was a familiar and alien sight. Captain Kirk must be fighting some alien two hills beyond. I was naked under the stars, a beautiful woman naked and offered in front of me, and I didn't know what planet I was on.

My body knew, so it took a step forward and slid my hard cock into the warm wet of her pussy. I watched the globes of her ass move with each thrust of my hips, my cock

disappearing in the folds of her sex. Her back arched, curved upwards, ended in the mass of hair that hid her face from me. I saw her breasts sway under her, her hard nipples calling out like metronomes the rhythm of our fucking. Her pussy clenched; she was about to cum again. 

I matched her, my balls heavy with my need. As her orgasm racked through her body, I suddenly pulled out to heave my cum over her ass and back, landing streaks of white over her dusty swirls.

We both stood there for a few seconds, my cock resting in the crease of her ass, cum slowly dribbling form the tip of my cock to slide between her cheeks. Finally she stood up and turned to me. She had a dazed smile on her face.

"You're good?" she asked.

"Yeah. Great." I replied. " You?"

"Perfect." She said as she took hold of my hand and lead me away, down the path towards the Festival. "I wish I had some water though. I'm thirsty as hell".

"Me too. We're almost there" I said, admiring her back and the swirls of dust and the arcs of cum that patterned it.



Body Paint at a Rave Pt. 08



We made our way down the hills and back towards the campground and the thumping music. The bowl of earth that surrounded the festival captured the sound and sent it echoing back and forth, filling the campground with a low vibration. Above us the night was a pitch black bowl, the stars unable to compete with the flashing lights of the DJ booth. The pulsing lights washed the surrounding hills, transforming them into a day-glo fairy castle and pillared walls. I was amazed how different the world looked from inside the bowl.

We approached the campground, weaving our way carefully through the weave of support cables and tent stakes. We were both still naked. By then it just felt comfortable, and we were still hidden by the darkness. The dance area glowed brightly ahead of us.

We paused briefly at the outer edge of the dance area. Penelope turned to me.

"I guess that's it" she said, looking a little sad.

I made a show of looking up at the sky. There might have been a slight brightening of the sky, but the sun was far from being up.

"The night is not over yet." I said.

She cocked her hip and looked at me. "Now what? Are you going to paint me again?"

I looked around at the dancers. The crowd was still going full tilt into the night. They were not ready to stop, and neither was I. An idea grew. "Nope. Come on." 

I grabbed her hand and led her towards the dance floor. She resisted for only a moment before letting me pull her along. Within moments we were within the throng of dancers. A part of me did recognize that I was as naked as she, but at that point I just didn't care. It wasn't a thrill to me, and I knew for a fact that a naked guy on the dance floor is treated as a funny thing. A naked girl, though...

She was behind me, so I couldn't see her face, but I could see the faces of the dancers we were walking though. The crowd parted before me, but all eyes were locked on her. Most just smiled and kept on dancing. Some stopped dancing completely to stare as we walked by. 

I made my way through the entire crowd, reaching the other edge of the dance area before turning around to look at her. She had not let go of my hand, and held on to it still. She looked, if anything, embarrassed. I could see a red blush on her chest and face and she kept her yes down. 

"Are you OK?" I asked.

She nodded yes, looking around her through lowered eyes. A few guys were looking at her, dancing absent-mindedly. She definitely had an audience.

"I thought you would enjoy that," I said. 

"Usually I'm wearing something! Even if it's just paint." she replied, sounding almost cross. 

But her nipples were hard and tight on her breasts. She was also making no attempt to move away from the crowd, waiting for my next move. I was pushing her beyond her usual boundaries, and she liked it. 

"Come on, we're almost there," I said as I pulled her along.

I hadn't crossed the dance area just for the thrill. I had a destination. We reached it quickly: the raised dance platform where we had last seen the dancing girl with the hula hoop and the butt plug. It was slightly to the side of the dance floor, but still in full view of every one, and brightly lit. A few girls were dancing on top of it, lost in the music, oblivious to us.

I turned to Penelope and smiled a wicked grin.

"The stairs are up the back," I said, pulling her forward.

She didn't hesitate, but her shoulders hunched forward, as if she wanted to hide her naked breasts. Her body was saying no, but her feet were taking her up the platform stair without a pause.

She meekly started dancing on the platform, partially shielded by the other two girls. One of the dancing girls moved a bit to make some room and did a double take when she saw that Penelope was naked. She shimmied a bit more before giving up. The competition had arrived and she had lost. The other girl just gave an embarrassed laughed and kept dancing, but soon she too walked off. Penelope was left alone, naked, on the raised platform. A small group of guys had gathered, most trying to be nonchalant about the naked girl on the stage in front of them. But they were looking. I was on the side, and I was looking too.

Penelope at first tried not to look. She kept her head lowered, looking down at her feet as she shuffled to the music. She kept her body closed off, her arms doing most of the moving. Then she closed her eyes, found the thumping beat at the heart of the music, and started to really move. 

At the next drop of the beat, she threw herself into the music. 

Before, she had been a statuesque young woman, naked except for the thin layer of dust and the patterns traced upon them. The curves of her waist and hips, the shallow swell of her belly leading into the deep V of her hips and thighs, the round full breasts tipped in dusty pink, a slender neck, the beautiful face outlined by the messy curls of brown hair. She could have been a greek statue. 

Now, she was savage. Her hair flipping back and forth as she threw her body into the rhythm. Her hands jabbed at the music, body thrust into the air. She kept her eyes screwed shut, head either down or flung up to the black sky, mouth open. 

Her legs also opened. She squatted down, knees flying open and closed; jumped up, threw her ass in the air, circling her hips like a mad belly dancer. There was power and release in her dance. She let her body move, completely uninhibited. 

Her legs opened, and so did her pussy. I saw it clearly, and so could all the guys looking at her dancing. At first it was the familiar swell of flesh, the peek of the more delicate inner lips. But as she danced, her pussy swelled and opened. The outer lips parted when she opened her knees, and never closed again. Her sex was open, her clit at attention, her inner lips revealing a darker interior from which a thin line of moisture was seeping out, obvious as it traced a line in the dust of her thigh. She was incredibly turned on, and incredibly sexy. Several of the men were trying to hide their rising excitement.

Then she opened her eyes.

She looked straight out at the dancing crowd, then straight at the small group of men in front of her platform. Her hands started playing with her hips, her breasts. She kept her eyes locked on the men, finding their gaze, flitting by the obvious erections in their loose pants. She continued dancing while pinching her nipples, rolling them between her fingers.

Her dancing became more fixed around her hips. She turned around and found a beat to which she could bend forward, legs slightly open, letting her pussy wink at the guys from between the globes of her ass. Then her hips would keep swinging, going round and round, and her pussy was hidden again. She faced forward and dipped her hands between her thighs, crushing her breasts between her arms, making them burst out. 

Then slowly, with a shimmy the whole way down, she squatted down, knees opening as she did. Her hands were over her sex, hiding it. She locked her eyes on those of the guy nearest her. He was transfixed, not knowing whether to look at her eyes or her hands. Or her breasts. Mild panic was on his face, mixed with euphoria. I wondered how many of the guys were so high right now that they realized that this was really happening.

Then Penelope opened her hands, revealing her swollen and opened sex. Her lips were parted and wet. She slipped a finger inside of herself, while a finger from her other hand circled her clit. She tipped forward and her knees hit the platform. Kneeling now, both hands on her pussy, she started masturbating for real. Her eyes became glazed, her mouth open. Her fingers became a blur. All the while the music kept thumping and, incredibly, two hundred other people were dancing nearby, oblivious.

Her orgasm speared her. She buckled and fell, her hands trapped between her spasming thighs. She laid on the platform curled up, shaking. A few of the spectator cheered and clapped. She lay still for several seconds before pushing herself up on her hands. She seemed still shaken so I walked up to the platform and helped her to her feet. I gently guided her down the few steps. She leaned against me the whole time. When we were finally away from the crowd, she turned to me and hugged me fiercely.

"Oh my God, that was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I thought I was going to pass out." she said into my ear. "Feel this," she said, grabbing my hand.

She placed my open hand on her sex. Her pussy was soaking wet. Her thighs and belly felt as if she had been dipped in warm, syrupy water. I could feel how swollen the lips of her sex were under my fingers. She gasped when I cupped my hand against her. She grabbed hold of my wrist with both hands, hanging on to it as pleasure racked through her, almost making her fall.

"It's too much!" she whimpered.

I released her. I took her hand and led her away, but soon she made me stop. Walking was too much, her pussy was too sensitive even for that. So I picked her up, held her warm naked body against my chest and carried her through the dark campground. She rested her head against my chest, her hands draped around my neck. I felt happy.

Soon we were back at my booth. I don't know why. Maybe it was the only thing I recognized. I sat on my little stool, still holding her in my arms. Without letting go of my neck, Penelope squirmed and shifted until she was sitting in my lap, straddling me. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, her nipples poking into me. She shifted a bit more and now I could feel her pussy pressed against my belly, like a warm wet mouth. My cock stirred. She squirmed, pressing her pussy against me. Her desire was unmistakable.

"I thought you were too sensitive," I said.

"Not anymore" she replied, face buried against my my neck, the warmth of her breath tickling my ear.

"Fuck me" she whispered.

My cock rose again in a glorious erection until the tip of it grazed her ass. She moved and shifted until it found its way between us. Her pussy was now rubbing up and down the shaft of my cock, capturing it between her wet lips. It felt divine. I held on to her.

She let go of my neck long enough to reach down and guide my cock inside of her. It moved and slipped in the slickness between us, but suddenly my cock was wrapped in a velvet heat. Her pussy felt hotter than I had ever felt. She stopped moving, letting that instant settle. I could feel her tremble as the pleasure from that one insertion rippled through her body. She took a few deep breaths and started moving, gently and slowly, grinding herself against me. She kept her head buried in my shoulder, her arms around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist. Her hips, her pussy, were the only thing moving. I barely breathed.

She rose up a bit, letting the lips of her pussy gentle suck at the shaft of my cock. She sat back down. She had moved barely half an finch and it was exquisite. She rose again, then back down. Then up again until she found a slow deep rhythm that rocked her slowly against me, drawing me in and out of her pussy in a slow, warm suckle. I buried my face in her hair.

But soon the rhythm picked up speed.

"Fuck me" she whispered again in my ear.

I picked her up, still cock deep in her, half rose before laying her down on the soft sandy ground. She was below me now but still hanging on to my neck. I started thrusting, and she started a deep keening moan. Even with the thumping music in the background I could hear the sloshing noises that her wet pussy made as I pumped in and out of her. She clung to me, legs wrapped around my waist, matching my thrusts.

I had cum several times that night, but another orgasm was already boiling up. The heat of her body, the clenched grasp her pussy had on my cock, the smell of dirt and sweat in my nostril, all pushed a deep seated button. I wanted to cum, I wanted to growl and snarl into her hair. I planted my palms on the ground, dug my toes into the sand and pushed deeper into her.

I was blind to everyone around. Maybe we were alone, I stopped caring. The pounding music matched the pounding rhythm of my heart. This was it, this was the final fuck, the final time I would have Penelope naked with me. I ground her under my hips, wanting her imprint on my body. I bit her shoulder, tasting her skin. She moaned at a higher pitch.

It all ended there, in the dirt, naked, bare to ourselves. I had played at covering her, using the paint as a shield to hide her from others, but her desires had been revealed. She had bared herself to all, bared her sex, her need. She had been for a moment the Divine Whore she had been afraid to recognized in herself. Now she had lived it and survived, was worshiped and had been thrilled by it.

Now we both were naked in the dirt, rutting, biting, grunting, fucking, and it was glorious and divine, pure and final. I was going to cum. A last rational spark in my head told me to pull out. I pushed myself off, pulled out of her wet cunt (it was a cunt now, a raw wet wound that could swallow the Earth, that was the Earth). I ran the length of my shaft between the lips of her sex, finding that last friction to set me off. She arched her back, pushing her clit against the thrust of my cock. Arms raised, I came, jets of white cum splashing onto her belly. Maybe it was the mushrooms, maybe that's how it feels to just let go, but the lights and the music and the sky above us and the dirt beneath us felt perfect and in tune with the moment of release. That Pagan act of creation, the first ejaculation that created the stars.

Later I would think back on that moment and blush. Pagan god indeed. I was that dirty hippy fucking in the dirt. But I remember the thrill.

Penelope stopped moving, splayed in the dirt, arms cast to the side. She was breathing heavy, breasts rising and falling. She was covered in dirt, sweat, and my cum. The swirls I had drawn on her skin had been mostly erased by our efforts. All that was left was the dust and the arcs of sandy cum traced on her belly. A wonderful sexy mess. 

I shakily got up.

Behind me the sun was rising.

I wanted to leave, I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to pick her up, make the moment last. But the sun was now up, and the night was over. We were over. A long goodbye was to painful to contemplate.

But I had to say something.

I knelt next to her. She turned her head to look at me. She still hadn't moved.

"You know where to find me if you change your mind," I said. 

Then I got up and walked away. Walked away like a boss. I might even have strutted a bit.

I never saw Penelope again.



Body Painting



Every year at the Eureka Nudist Club, there is a body painting competition. We have entered on three occasions in the past. The first time we were sitting talking to a couple who came from the Isle of Wight. The lady, by the way, had pierced nipples and wore large hooped rings with little bells in them and like me she had no pubic hair so that the lips of her shaved pussy were clearly displayed. Her husband, Brian, had brought some grease paint crayons with him and proceeded ably and willingly assisted by a friend to paint a hand over one breast and another on her abdomen just above her shaved vagina. 

Chris asked Brian if he could borrow the crayons to which he agreed and proceeded to draw a large bumble bee on my abdomen with a flower growing out of my hairless vulva lips. We attracted lots of people and photos were taken of us by strangers as I lay there with my legs spread wide knowingly and openly displaying the flower seemingly growing from my sexually excited, shaven cunt, inviting everyone to look at it as Chris coloured the lips. Naturism was a very new experience to me at that time and I felt so wanton displaying my naked body so openly like this. I had a tingling feeling in my loins which made my sex lips feel so nice with so many people looking at my very naked cunt. I'm sure that the main reason for the photos was because unlike most of the ladies I am completely shaved and my lubricating and swollen pussy lips were open and my clitoris was so clearly visible as I was freely displaying myself to anyone who wanted to see me. 

With the pictures completed all contestants had to parade before the assembled crowd and the judges. This first year we didn't come near to winning but we agreed to try again next year and that we would give it a bit more thought.

Well next year came around and we had made some preparation by buying some poster paints but what we hadn't agreed on was the subject of this year's picture. We arrived at the club but it wasn't until immediately before the start of the painting that Chris suddenly said this year we'll be very topical and as the newspapers were full of the first all girl crew that had returned after the Round The World Yacht Race he painted the picture of the yacht "Maiden" in full sail on my tummy and abdomen with my breasts, painted white, as clouds. He didn't paint anything on my cunt except the name of the yacht just where my pubes would have been which was enough to draw peoples attention to it and down to my open sex lips. It was otherwise left quite natural, but the shaven, lips were enlarged with sexual excitement and glistening wet with juices I lay there with my legs spread wide showing my glistening and open sex lips off. Once again lots of people took photos of me spread like this and there were also videos as Chris applied the paint. We later found out that one of the videos was an official one made for the club and was later on sale as publicity material for the club, so it is likely that people all over the country have seen me with my legs spread wide open showing my shaven cunt on their TV screens. Much to our surprise this year we were runners up in the competition.

On a third occasion we entered again. This time we had it all planned before hand and Chris painted a spiders web all over my body, back and front with the spider on my abdomen and a fly caught in the web just above my hairless, glistening and as always, aroused, open cunt. Once again photos and videos were made of me blatantly and knowingly displaying my very bare and open cunt lips with the excited and very erect clitoris on show to everyone as I lay on the ground with my legs spread wide as Chris painted the lips. We came second once again. Again a commercial video was made. We have a copy of it showing me with my legs spread wide and Chris' paintbrush caressing the lips and keeping my bare and open pussy aroused as he tickled my clit whilst people watched and photographed us. 

It really does give me a tremendous thrill laying with my legs wide apart, proudly showing my bald and open cunt especially if I am aroused enough for my lips to swell so that my large clittie shows for everyone to see, whilst the paint brush tickled my pussy lips. People walking by, stop to admire "the work". My juices start to run and my cunt glistens. I love those admiring glances and the comments of praise thinking that perhaps, when someone says what a super picture it is not only because I am displaying an open, bald cunt but because they also like the picture and the rest of the "canvas", me.

I think it's a bit one sided though and I would like to be able to paint Chris but with all the hair on his front it would be a difficult job to make the paint stick. 

I enjoy other people, nudists or not, seeing my naked body and shaven cunt when I am in a nudist environment, in fact I take delight in being admired by males and females alike, so I am happy to open my legs wide and display my open sex to them and with no hair around my cunt it is really displayed and I am proud to show it. I know that Chris loves it especially when non-naturists are able to see my nude body as they do on the beach. Occasionally we go to the textile beach to sunbathe when we both strip naked before putting our thongs on, I am of course always topless. 

My thong is very small indeed, crocheted and unlined so that if I didn't shave then a dark patch of pubic hair would not only show through the holes but around the sides of it as well. Chris wants me to have one that is so tiny that it covers only my pussy lips and leaving my mound totally bare therefore showing that I have been completely shaved and another "G" string that covers my pubic mound with just the string passing between my lips leaving them naked completely naked. He would also like me to have a pair of loose, shorts that are cut so high at the front and back so that they show my bum and with virtually no crutch, just a string to hold them together. I don't know if I dare we'll see.



Body Painting



It all started with one of those kids colouring kits that were used at parties to paint children's as tigers, princesses etc. I don't even know any more when or why the idea occurred to me, but once I had got it into my head, I couldn't get rid of it. I wanted to paint my wife's naked body with colour and then have her pose for me while I filmed her. I kept thinking about how to organise it and gradually filled in the details. I was going to paint a very brief bikini and then have Sandy go outside into our garden and carry out various tasks and poses as if she were wearing the real thing. 

Not too much of a thrill you might think, but our back garden is overlooked by a pathway where all of the locals go out for walks with their dogs. It was probably only about 70m away and given how busy the path was, the chances of Sandy being seen were nearing 100%!

When the day came, I was pretty nervous of Sandy's reaction. I had made sure that the video camera was charged and loaded with a new film and looked out of the window to see that it promised to be a glorious hot summers day - clear blue skies and already quite warm, even though it was only 10am.

I took Sandy by the hand and led her upstairs to the bathroom.

'What's going on? What are you doing?'

'Just relax, you'll soon see.'

On entering the bathroom, Sandy's eyes flicked to the shaving foam and razor lying on the edge of the bath together with a couple of towels and then turned to the video camera mounted on its tripod an pointing down at the towel spread in the middle of the floor. She looked at me with a gleam in her eye.

'Feeling horny are we?'

'Certainly are! Why don't you get undressed for me? Leave your knickers on for now.'

Sandy had shaved her pussy for me a couple of times in the past but she wasn't that keen on it - she always compained that it itched afterwards when the hair started growing back. However, it looked like she was going to let me shave her today - so that was hurdle number 1 completed!

I switched the camera on and focussed on Sandy as she shimmied out of a navy blue T-shirt and unbuttoned her jeans to leave her wearing a plain white bra and a pair of blue and white striped cotton panties.

Reaching behind her back, she unclipped her bra and slipped it off her shoulders. A thrill of excitement rushed down to my groin. It was strange, even after 10 years of being married to her, seeing Sandy getting undressed still turned me on almost as much as the first time I saw her strip. Her bra dropped onto the nearby chair and I took in the shape of her petite breasts with their small coffee-coloured nipples. Despite two children, she still had the slim firm figure of a much younger women.

'Like what you see?' Sandy grinned.

'Very much! So lie down and let me get to work!'

Sandy lay down on the towel in front of me. I set the camera to point at her, making sure I had her flat tummy and groin fully in focus. Through the camera I could clearly see her thin cotton panties and took in the way that the blue and white striped material hugged her pussy. Even through the camera, I could clearly see the darker shadow of her pubic hair beneath the white stripes. Leaving the camera running, I moved over and crouched down next to Sandy.

'You don't look very comfortable in those jeans - why don't you strip off too?'

'OK,'

Standing up, I pulled off my T-shirt and undid my jeans. Pushing them down my legs, I stepped out of them and threw them to one side, leaving me dressed in just a pair of charcoal-grey bikini-style briefs.

I knelt down beside Sandy - making sure that I wasn't blocking the view of the camera and then tugged her knickers down. As I did so, Sandy raised her bum a little to help me and in doing so, caused the sleek muscles of her flat stomach to tighten nicely. 

Pulling the panties off her feet, I picked up the nail-scissors and started gently snipping away at the mouse-brown pubic hair. After a few seconds, I took hold of one of her legs and pulled it to one side so that I was now kneeling between her shins. In this position, her pussy was fully exposed to me... and to the ever-watchful camera.

With the nail-scissors, I trimmed away the longest of the pubic hairs and then wipe her pussy off with a damp flannel soaked in warm water. Her pussy was now sparsely covered in fine hair that were not even long enough to curl - looking just like a pubescent pubic mound.

Sandy lifted her head and looked down at her partially-shaved pussy.

'Isn't that short enough?'

'No. Not for what I have planned.'

'What are you planning?'

'You'll see.'

Taking a little warm water in one hand, I moistened the skin of her pubic mound, well aware of the slightly swollen pussy lips and the dampness of her inviting valley as I did so. Sandy seemed to be getting turned on. If so, she wasn't the only one. My cock was stiffening by the second and threatening to become painful in the tight constraint of my briefs.

Picking up the can of shaving foam, I squirted a little of the gel into the palm of one hand and then smeared it over Sandy's pubis. As I did so, it turned to a thick white foam - one of those wonders of science that I had never really understood. Once her pubis was completely covered, I rinsed off my hands and dried them off before picking up the Bic razor.

'Keep still now.'

'Count on it!'

I drew the razor blade calmly and slowly from inside her left thigh down towards her pubic mound and along the smooth curved skin between her thighs, leaving a clear smooth trail of skin behind it. Repeating the action, I slowly but surely exposed more and more smoothly-shaved skin until only a small strip of foam was left running down the length of her pussy lips.

'Isn't that enough?'

'No! I want you to be perfectly smooth!'

Gently, holding the skin tight with the fingers of one hand, I carefully shaved away the remaining foam and hair from her now fully swollen lips. Picking up the flannel, I washed away the last remaining traces of foam and looked at the result - perfect! Not a hair was to been seen and her smooth, freshly-shaved skin gleamed in the light from the window. I took a small amount of Body Shop coconut body-cream and gently rubbed it into her, causing her to moan quietly as I ran my fingers over her pussy lips. My plan was working - I needed her to be turned on in order to get her to agree to the rest of my plan.

'OK. So what now?'

'I am not quite finished. I want to shave your bum too - turn over and kneel down on your shins and then bend forwards for me.'

'Christian, I er...'

'Just do as you are told - please.'

Sandy did exactly what I had asked and I repeated the previous exercise, gently shaving away the hair from between the cheeks of her peach-like bum. Once I had finished and rubbed more of the cream into her sensitive skin, I sat back and relaxed.

'So. Now for stage two.'

I pulled the body paint out from under the chair and opened it up.

'What is that for?'

'Well, now that I have got you well and truly naked, now I am going to give you a bikini!'

'Of paint?'

'Yes.'

'And then?'

'You'll see. Lie back down on your back like you were before. What colour bikini would you like?'

'Red.'

'OK.'

Taking some red colour from the pot, I drew the outline of two bikini straps running over both of her shoulders and down towards the top of her breasts.

'Ooh, that tickles!'

'We all have to suffer in the name of art!'

'It seems to me like I am the only one who's suffering here!'

'Then you obviously haven't seen the state of my cock - I'm fit to burst. So, how riskée should your bikini be?'

'Very - no risk, no fun as they say.'

Little does she know, I thought. Taking some more paint, I draw the outline of two small bikini triangles on her breasts, the upper line curving just above her now erect nipples. Joining the two triangles with a thin 'string', I then continued the 'string' across both sides of her ribs towards her back.

Taking more colour on a thicker brush, I start filling in the triangles that I have just drawn. As I reach Sandy's nipples she drew a sharp breath and muttered something under her breath about it being cold. As I coated her nipples, they puckered up tight and stood out proudly under the light brush strokes.

'Hmm, that's nice.'

'Wait until I do your bikini bottom!'

Sandy looked at me and flushed slightly but said nothing. Having finished her bikini top, I stepped back to admire the result - not bad. Although there were slight variations in colour, the final result did look quite realistic. I corrected a few places to make the outline sharper and then moved back into position.

'So, now for the bikini bottoms. I'll make these just as skimpy as your top shall I?'

'Yes - and take your time - that is fun.'

'Fun?'

'Yes. Fun. A sexy sort of fun.'

'Does it turn you on?'

'Of course - wouldn't you be turned on too if your naked, recently shaved body was being painted in all the most intimate places?'

'Unfortunately I don't know...'

'I can soon change that!'

'Maybe another time. Let me get started here...'

Taking more paint on a thin brush, I sketched the outline of tiny bikini panties stretching across the bottom half of Sandy's hip bones before arching down in a smooth curve between her thighs to end either side of her pussy. The end result was a mini-bikini-bottom with a thin stretch of 'material' covering her pussy and string-like 'straps' over her hips. Now all I had to do was to fill in the colour.

'Before you start, I assume that this colour comes off again?!'

'Yes, of course. It has a slight oil-base so that it won't crack off, but it washes off with soap and water.'

Taking a large dab of colour on the paintbrush, I made the first stroke from her 'waistband' down over the gentle curve of her smoothly shaven pubis and down in a single smooth stroke parallel to her cleft. Taking another blob of paint, I made another stroke of paint parallel to the first and filling in the gap between the edge of her bikini panties and the one red half of her pubis. Having repeated the process on the other side, I carefully filled in the small gaps between the edging of her 'panties' and the solid red colour I had applied, leaving only her swollen cleft untouched.

Before completing the job, I ran my middle finger down the length of her pussy causing Sandy to squirm with pleasure.

'Oh, yes. That is nice!'

Just as I had hoped, she was hot and her pussy was soaking wet with excitement.I bent forwards and let my tongue run backwards and forwards over her clit, causing her to moan with pleasure.

'Oh, yes - that's it baby - keep going!'

At this, I pulled back and picked up the paintbrush once more.

'More of that later - first you have to do a few things for me. But before that, I want to finish this off.'

Dipping the paintbrush in the bright red colour, I placed the brush just underneath the waistline of her almost complete panties and slowly drew the paint down over her shaven mound and along her swollen slit, running it backwards and forwards gently over her clit and then down between her thighs until the front 'panel' of her panties were complete.

'OK. You'll have to stand up so that I can finish the job.'

'OK, but first I want to see what it looks like.'

Standing up, she went over to the full length mirror in the adjacent bedroom and admired herself in the mirror.

'Cool - it looks almost real!'

Returning to me in the bathroom, she stood patiently as I drew the lines of her shoulder 'straps' and then the strap across her back. With the thinner brush, I then sketched the waistband of the bikini bottoms and joined it to the narrow bands across her hips.

'So, do you want proper bikini panties or a thong?'

'Definitely a thong!'

'Fine by me!'

From the middle of the waistband, I quickly sketched a concave triangle leading down towards her bum cleft and filled it in with colour.

'OK, now bend forwards a little.'

She leant over and placed her hands on her hips, causing her bum cheeks to separate slightly. I quickly drew a line down from the triangle to complete her 'thong'.

'OK. That's the painting done.'

'What now? What dirty scheme have you got planned?' Sandy grinned.

'Just come with me.'

Taking the video camera off the tripod, I took Sandy's hand and led her out of the bathroom and downstairs to the sitting room. Opening the sliding doors, I motioned for her to step through onto the back terrace. Sandy looked at me.

'You don't mean...?'

'Yes!' I grinned.

'But there are people out at the back - they'll see me - and what about the neighbours?'

'You said yourself that your bikini looks real.'

'Yes, but...'

'But what? No-one will notice a thing. Trust me.'

'But I am stark naked - more - I am stark naked and shaven!'

'And that is exactly what I wanted! Come on - you've come this far.'

'OK, but if anyone comes, I'm going to run back inside!'

'Then people will look - just act completely normally - you often go out in your real bikini - there is no difference.. at least for other people. Only we will know that you are absolutely naked.'

'Maybe you're right - OK, I'll do it. I must be mad... or just bloody horny!'

'I'll take the horny. Come on, let's go.'

'So what do I have to do?'

'Why don't you first just wander through the garden and let me film you?'

'OK.'

Sandy took the first tentative steps into the garden, checking the all was clear and then stood in the middle of the garden, looking at me. I focussed the camera in closely and scanned her firm, hard, body from top to bottom. With the camera, I could get close enough to see her stiff nipples and could easily make out the lack of hair under her red 'bikini panties'.

I pulled back the focus slightly and noticed her stiffen and look towards the path at the back. Some people were out walking their dog. On seeing Sandy they waved and Sandy waved back before turning to me with a grin on her face.

'If they only knew!'

'See, there is nothing to worry about!'

'I'll tell you one thing though - I still feel very exposed like this - the warm breeze is a constant reminder that I am naked.'

'Just enjoy it.'

'Who said I wasn't enjoying it?'

With that, she pulled a sun-lounger out and lay back on it, her legs spread slightly, giving me a perfect view of her slim thighs and smooth pussy. Just as she was relaxing, a voice called out.

'Hey, Sandy - enjoying the sunshine?!'

'Hello.'

Oh, shit. That was Dave - the rave - our neighbour. I had always been convinced that he had the hots for Sandy and his timing appeared to be perfect this time. I peeked around the corner and saw him hanging over the fence, grinning at Sandy. He couldn't have been more than 10m away and I wondered how much he would be able to see. It was clear from the shadow that crossed Sandy's face that she too, was thinking the same thing. Dave wasn't going to let himself be put off by a cool response from Sandy though. 

'I love your bikini by the way - is it new?'

'Er, yes. This is the first time I've worn it!'

I grinned to myself. No kidding!

'You should wear more bikini's like that - they suit you.'

'Thank you.'

'Yeah, especially that thong - you have the perfect figure for it.'

Fucking horn dog.

'Thanks. Do you really think so?'

'Definitely. You have a really peachy ass - small tight buns - absolutely perfect for a thong!'

I couldn't believe how this guy was hitting on Sandy. She blushed.

'Er, thanks.'

'Do me a favour - stand up and let me see you again.'

Sandy glanced briefly in my direction and then stood up, turning away from Dave so that he could see her from behind.

'Wow! As I said - perfect. Isn't it uncomfortable with just a string between your bum cheeks?'

'No. In fact, I can hardly feel it - it's as if there was no string at all!'

Sandy grinned silently, her face hidden from Dave's view.

'Let me see you from the front.'

Sandy obliged and stood facing him, her arms crossed over her breasts.

'I love those panties - they cover hardly anything. Nice and tight too.'

'That's true - that's why I wouldn't wear them anywear public.'

These double-entendre's were causing me to chuckle silently to myself. He really did have no idea at all!

'Hey, I'm happy if you wear them here. Can I see your top too?'

Sandy dropped her arms and exposed her red-painted breasts to him.

'Cute. Do you ever go topless?'

'No. I have done, but...'

'But what? You could certainly go topless here - no-one would see you. Apart from me that is! Why don't you take your top off?'

'No. I can't.'

Many a true word spoken in jest.

'Maybe next time?'

'We'll see. Anyway, I have got to go in now. Bye.'

'Bye! I look forward to seeing you again!'

Sandy headed in towards me, grabbed my hand in passing and pulled me into the house behind her.

'Hurry up. Let's get this paint off me - I need a damn good fuck...'

And THAT is another story...



Body Painting



It's mid-afternoon on a clear Saturday in August at San Diego's clothing optional Black's Beach. The teenage girl kneeling in the sand in front of Matt Sinclair is completely naked. She holds a shock of curly brown hair back with one hand and thrusts her breasts forward. Her green eyes follow the movement of the paintbrush in Matt's hand, and then at Matt himself focused on his work.

In Matt's experience teenage girls show up in groups of two or three, if they show up at all, and are nervous and twitchy. This girl is different. She is alone, quiet, and curious. Her small breasts are tipped with hard red nipples that look like strawberries. Her pubic hair is shaved except for a light brown oval that sits like an island an inch above her pussy. A silver loop hangs from her pierced navel. Matt faces her Indian style and applies the paint slowly around her nipple. He sees the tip stiffen in response to the pressure of the soft bristles of the brush head. She breathes in quickly and tries to stifle the sound, but he hears it all the same. Within a few minutes, a yellow and red starburst spirals out from the girl's left breast, trailing a vapor trail across her stomach.

Five years ago, Matt graduated with a degree from Art Center in L.A. and had an exhibit at the Temporary Contemporary. L.A. Magazine thought enough of him to include him in a survey of emerging local artists. But Matt's plans have changed since then. In spite of his artistic talent, sex is what really interests Matt. He has wavy black hair, the sculpted muscles of a bodybuilder and an all-over tan. Body painting is a way to use his talent in pursuit of his favorite pass-time. He likes naked women, painting designs on their hot, sun-soaked flesh, and showing off his big cock to them. Depending on who he's painting, especially the good-looking women, he makes sure to give them plenty of opportunities to check out his body up close. Women play it cool at first. They pretend not to notice or care. But eventually they betray their curiosity by stealing looks when they think he's not looking. He plays along with the game, but those looks are what he's waiting for. Sooner or later their eyes stray down for a fleeting look at his crotch. And who can blame them? He's ten inches long when he's hard, and it's all right there in plain view. 

The girl's skin is perfectly smooth and unblemished. Matt works the paint down her stomach, feathering it for a few seconds. Then he repositions so he is kneeling in front of her, fully exposed. The girl makes no attempt to hide her curiosity, allowing her gaze to linger for a long time while he works.

"You have a big cock," she says at last, without a trace of embarrassment or hesitation.

The boldness of her comment surprises him; he is caught off guard and can't think of anything to say. He can feel himself harden.

When he doesn't answer right away, she continues. "I guess everybody tells you that."

"No, actually they don't," he says.

"Well, you do," she says, looking him in the eye to underscore her point. "Bigger than any other guys I've seen."

"I didn't expect you to be an expert on that kind of thing," he says after a pause.

"Why not?" she says with a defensive note in her voice.

"Because you seem a little young."

"I just turned eighteen," she says. 

"That's young," he says.

"Not really."

"Trust me. It's pretty young."

He paints the design over her navel and works it around her side.

"How old are you?" she says, with a challenge in her voice.

"Old. Twenty-seven."

"It's not that old." She looks at him with a self-satisfied expression on her face. "Are you married?"

"No."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she says.

"No."

She thinks about this a second while she watches him brush the paint on her stomach. "You're not gay, are you?"

"Do I look gay?"

"Half the guys down here are gay."

"Turn around," he says. I'll paint your back.

She turns around. "Does that mean you're straight?"

"Good guess," he says.

"Cool." She seems pleased at this. "It's such a drag when you find out a hot looking guy is gay. It seems like such a waste. I think to myself, there's one guy I'll never get."

"It that the way it works?"

"That's what I think. There's this really cute guy I know, and it's kind of depressing to think that I'm competing with him for the same thing."

"How do you know he's gay?"

"'Cause he talks about guys. He told a girlfriend of mine that he hangs out in Hillcrest on the weekends and tries to get picked up. I'd say that's pretty gay."

Matt works quietly for several minutes, continuing the design around and down the girl's back, tracing the outline of the vapor trail that ends just above the crack in her ass. She shivers as the brush crosses over her spine. "That tickles," she says.

"You have a great back," he says.

She turns around and smiles at his compliment. "Thanks."

He works for several minutes more, focusing his attention on her narrow waist and tight ass. She sighs as he works the brush down her lower back. When he is done she stands up, turns, and pivots. The design on her body looks just as he imagined it – like star exploding. Several feet away, a group of naked men watch her with appreciative stares. She smiles at the attention she receives. Matt hands her a mirror.

She looks at herself, then smiles at him. "What do you think?"

"You look great," he says.

Her eyes search his for a second. "What's your name?" she says.

"Matt," he says.

"I'm Ashley." She holds out her hand and he shakes it. "Thanks," she says with a smile. "I'll see you around."

He watches her for a few seconds as she walks away.

A half hour latter, Matt paints the first of two young high school teachers from Montreal who tell Matt how much they are enjoying their trip to California.

"So many nice looking men," one of them says. She is gawky and thin, with frizzy black hair. The other is short and petite, with cropped blonde hair. In Matt's mind, he imagines lifting her up by the waist and fucking her standing up. The women make small talk while he paints and invite him over to their hotel that night. He writes down their phone number and hotel and tells them that he'll see them later.

After the women leave, Matt puts his paints in his backpack and walks down to the water. He dives in and surfaces after a wave passes overhead. For the next few minutes he swims in the waves, catching them as they break, riding them to the shore where they turn into foamy ripples. He climbs out of the water, smoothes his hair, and walks back up the beach toward his backpack.

The girl he painted earlier that afternoon sits on the sand next to his backpack as he approaches.

"Hi," she says, shading her eyes with her hand. "You're really good out there."

"Thanks," he says. He reaches down to this backpack and unzips it.

"Everybody liked the design you painted on me," she says.

"Cool."

She watches him dig through his bag. "These two guys asked me to take a picture with them. One of 'em was kind of cute. Then these other guys started following me around, so I hung out with this older couple that were nice. I think the old man was kind of getting off on looking at my tits, which was weird, but his wife didn't seem to mind."

"If you walk around naked in front of a bunch of guys, you're bound to attract attention."

"Oh, it's okay. I like guys looking at me. It's just a little weird having someone like your grandfather looking at you like that." She watches him for a few seconds. "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah," he says. "I'm going home." He finds his shorts and shirt in the backpack.

"I'm supposed to get a ride home with my friend Stacy."

"Yeah? Where's Stacy?"

She points down the beach. "She's hanging out with a bunch of our friends down at the pier. They're staying for the sunset, then we're supposed to go back to her house."

"The sun will be going down in less than an hour. You might miss her."

"I don't care. They're boring." She looks away for a second, then leans back on her elbows and lets her eyes wander over his shoulders and chest. "You have a really tight body," she says. "You must work out a lot."

He can feel himself thicken under her watchful eye. "I take care of myself."

"So, what do you do?" she asks.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, like, for work?"

"I paint surfboards and skateboards."

"And naked girls," she says with an ironic grin.

"You asked me what I do for work. Body painting is a hobby. I don't make any money off of it."

"You probably hit on all the girls that come along. Not that you'd have to try very hard," she says, staring at his cock again.

He turns and looks at toward the ocean.

"You know," she says, "you could give me a ride home."

He starts to slide his shorts on.

"You're cuter with no clothes on," she says.

He pulls his shorts up and buttons them. "I thought you were going with your friends," he says.

"I told you they were boring."

"So you dumped them and came up here?"

"Yeah," she says. "Besides, the scenery is better. 

He squats down and starts rummaging through his backpack.

She sifts sand through her fingers and watches it fall. "After you painted me I started walking around and it was totally amazing. It was like being high, you know, but not like a drug thing, just totally natural. I felt totally free, like I had all this energy because of the design you painted on me."

He finds his car keys, zips up the backpack and stands.

"When you were painting me it felt like electricity going through my body. The paint brush felt like a tongue licking me." She can see the outline of his cock stiffen and press against the fabric of his shorts. "And the whole time it was happening I was staring at your dick and there was nothing I could do." She leans back again, and plows trenches in the sand with her heels. "I thought you were going to make me come. It's making me wet thinking about it right now."

He looks down at her. She teases him by spreading her legs wide enough so that he can see the wet lips of her pussy glistening in the sunlight. "You could make me come right now if you wanted to."

A middle-aged couple walks by on the beach and looks at them. Other beachgoers have started packing up, but clusters of naked sunbathers still scatter the beach. A naked couple bounces in the surf.

"Here? I'll get arrested."

"No, you won't"

"Yes I will. There are laws."

"Not if you do it the way I want."

Matt stares at her lying naked in the sand. "How?"

"Paint me again."

The sun angles toward the horizon as she leans back on her elbows watching him pull his brushes out of the backpack.

"What are you going to do this time?" she says.

He says nothing as he opens up a bottle of red paint and dips the brush in. He leans over and touches her bare nipple with the brush.

She closes her eyes, catching her breath. "Is it going to be another meteor?"

"Something better," he says. He works the brush around the hard tip of her nipple, caressing it with the brush and paint.

"That's making me horny," she says, looking at him through half opened eyes. She closes them as he smiles at her. He circles her nipple again and again with the paint, listening to the little catches in her breath as her nipple hardens. After a few minutes, he starts to extend the streak of read down the slope of her breast, widening it as it descends.

Two naked couples come up the beach and stop to watch Matt as he leans over the young girl lying in the sand. Ashley opens her eyes and sees the couple standing several feet away. "There are people watching," she whispers, breathing in quick rushes as he trails the brush down her stomach.

The red streak grows bigger and wider, curling now, bypassing her belly button and the soft patch of public hair. Two older men join the crowd, watching as Matt works the paint down to her hip bone, veering out onto her upper thigh, plunging back now to her inner thigh.

He stops for a moment. "Spread your legs," he says to her.

She breathes in quickly and opens her legs, exposing her pussy to him and the small group of people watching. "Ohhh...." she moans, as he works the paint down the inside of her leg.

Matt turns his attention back toward her upper body, filling in details now with darker paint. Delicate scales begin to emerge on the thin tail of a serpent, wrapped around her nipple. The streak of flat red paint transforms before the crowd's eyes. The thick body of the monster starts to appear across her chest and stomach. Clawed feet grasp her hip and stomach.

Ashley looks down, her chest heaving, then closes her eyes, and leans her head back.

The serpent's head begins to appear on her upper thigh, craning its neck inward. It's reptilian gaze focuses on the wet folds of her pussy, eyeing it with hunger.

Ashley shudders and moans as Matt fills in the details of the serpent's head with the tip of the brush. She breathes in short, sharp gasps. The inside of her leg is moist and shiny from the juices streaming out of her.

A long slender tongue now extends from the serpent's mouth, traveling over the smooth valley between her leg and thigh. An inch above her pussy, the monster's tongue breaks into two speared halves. Matt extends the points down to either side of her hooded clit. She shudders as Matt dabs the point on either side of the throbbing knob. She arches her back as he touches her again and again on either side with the brush tip. All at once, she convulses and cries out.

"My God," one of the women says. The crowd shifts nervously. 

Matt continues to apply dabs of paint, leaving off when her body stiffens and spasms again.

"Ahhh," she cries, digging her hands and heels in to the sand. The juices pour from her unabated. She shudders and convulses again. After a few seconds, she opens her eyes and looks at the crowd watching her.

They begin to disperse, sensing the end of the show.

Matt leans over her as she watches the people leave. She looks up at him. "That was unbelievable," she says. "I want to see what you painted."

Matt reaches into the backpack and pulls out the mirror. He wipes the brushes and recaps the paint as she studies the design up and down her body, focusing at last on the split halves of the serpent's tongue touching the edges of her clit.

"You're amazing," she says. "It's so beautiful." She hands the mirror back to him, and he zips up the backpack.

"Where are your clothes?" he says.

She points to a bag sitting up against the hillside.

"Come on," he says. "Let's get your stuff and I'll take you home."



Body Painting Competition



I was flying to spend the weekend in Perth, at a friend, Kate. She is so different to me. She is vivacious, outgoing and has great model like looks. I went to spend the weekend with her and to watch her enter with into a body painting competition. 

She is a beautician and her beauty school was entering into a body painting competition run between beauty schools. The beauticians had to do the painting so it was a fun amateur event, but had a formal event for the finals, held in a large hall, with all the lighting and professional staging.

I arrive in Perth at 3pm and went straight to the place where the beauty schools were painting the models. The theme of the year 2001, was twins, so each entry had to have 2 people, who would be painted up in a matching theme. Kate was to be the nighttime with evening stars like the Van Gogh painting and her twin, Sue, also from her beauty school, was to be the daytime with the sun and clouds. Kate was already mostly painted, and Sue was half painted and then started getting a rash and feeling ill. It turned out that Sue was allergic to the paint medium. The even started at 6pm and I arrived amid the chaos as they were calling around to find another model. Kate was almost in tears, as they just couldn't find anyone. I tried to cheer her up but she was devastated as the twin had to be her height and the other girls at the beauty school, were much shorter or taller than she was. 

It was 4pm and still nobody was able to take the place of Sue. They all had to be painted and ready by 5:30pm and it normally takes 2 hours to paint someone from top to toe. We were all trying to think up solutions when the one beauty schoolgirl said why didn’t I be the twin. I went red in the face, and said no, no , no not me. I am naturally very shy and not the showy type. I don't go out dressing sexily and have ever gone topless in public, even on the beach. Kate's mood suddenly turned up. "Yes"- she said, "Racqel would be great". I said to her that I would climb a mountain for her but this is just too much for me to do. She knows me and she didn't push. The beauty school principal wouldn't accept my refusal and kept on picking on me. She said that it was dark and when painted nobody would even notice me.

I felt really bad for being the only hope for Kate, being exactly the same height, but my introversion and fear of public nudity got the better of me. I tried to imagine how I would look. I was not a size 32A like Kate. I am a 34C. I have big boobs and they are noticeable. Besides, tramping around in a g-string is also not my style. I only wear bikini swimsuits and don't feel confident with such skimpy clothes on. I said no again, reinforcing my position.

It was getting late and Kate was about to pull out of the competition. I meanwhile started thinking about the whole experience, and deep inside told myself that I need to have more adventure and take more risks in life. I felt bad about being so selfish and so I quietly said, "OK - I will try". Quickly things had to get in motion. Excitement was everywhere. They needed to get me a massage table to get painted on and get me a pair of white g-strings that fitted me. The one girl asked me what size I wore, I answered 34C, and she said no, the panties, you won’t be needing a bra. I replied that I was a size 10, quite a small waist. It sunk in. I was going to be topless in front of a lot of strange people. I started feeling a subtle throbbing deep inside me. It was sexual; I felt the tingly sensation and couldn’t understand where it came from. 

I was guided to another room, and asked to remove all my clothes and get into this g-string they found. It was a size 8 as that all that they had left. I removed the jeans I was wearing and the red button shirt and my bra and bikini panties and placed them in this bag for safekeeping. I put on the white g-string. It was a swimsuit bottom so it can be painted on. It was very skimpy and I realised that I needed to shave so that hair didn't show through. I had never shaved so closely before as my panties were bigger and I generally never wore g-strings. I put on a towel and the beautician came in and told me she would give me a bikini wax quickly. It was quite painful, but at the end I only had a small tuft of hair left just above my folds. 

The body painting crew arrived in the room and I turned on my back and they whisked paint all over me, painting my legs, my back and my buttocks. It was a daytime scene they were painting so used yellows, white and light blues and green. Kate arrived. She looked stunning. She was the nighttime- painted in blacks, dark browns, yellow stars and mostly dark colours. She was so dark you couldn't notice where her breasts started and finished. I then had to turn around. I was nervous about this, but they had to paint my breasts. It was both a funny feeling and a turn on for me to feel the brushes rub against my breasts and across my nipples lathering paint all over my breasts, which are mountains, compared with the other girls in the competition. 

They painted sunshine over my one breast and clouds over the other. I realised that wit the light colours you can make out the breasts quite easily. I was not as lucky as Kate was. They then painted my stomach and over my g strings. I have never had someone touch my vagina lips before, let alone a group of women. At first it was quite ticklish, but as each stroke of paint was rubbed in it felt more and more exciting. I knew I was wet inside and was hoping it wouldn't show on the white g-string. They didn't miss a spot and my clit was being massaged, even though through the material, it was still stimulating. My nipples were erect and long, but I noticed the other girls also had erect nipples.

I was told that I could stand up and look in the mirror- all was complete. I looked and was stunned. I did look good as a painting. The paint did cover up ones nakedness, but you could still see ones breasts and nipples and with me the tight g-string pulled right into my folds so you could see that too. The others told me how great I looked and that Kate and I will be definite winners. I hoped not. I didn't want anymore attention than I had to have.

The competition was remarkable. We had to walk together on a stage and camera took pictures from every direction. I felt like a film star. While walking up the stage Kate’s' dad shouted hi. I felt like I better cover up, it is Kate’s Dad there, but I couldn't, I knew he was looking straight at my naked breasts and my ass. I felt so tingly doing something I would never ever do. The sexual excitement was mixed with sheer terror. For sure I was wet and excited, stimulated to frenzy. The competition ended - judges gave us a second place. This mad things worse, I was now going to be photographed and in the newspaper. We had an after party. I wanted to put on covers but nobody else did. It was strange talking to the crowd and Kate's friends while almost nude. The guys all staring at my breasts because they are voluptuous and not flat like the other girls.

After the party, I went back to the room to get the paint removed. I told the beautician that I needed the toilet and I went in and touched myself to orgasm. I was soaked. I even rubbed paint off my nipples as I caressed them between my fingers. This is another whole story. But this frightening situation did strange things to me, which I still do not understand. I have the pics of me from the night and may post them if I can get them scanned. 



Body Painting Competition Ch. 2



Well Kate and I won bronze in the body painting competition. I described in my last story the mixture of nerves, anxiety, apprehension, embarrassment and the inner build up of sexual tension al entwined in one as I went through this daring and first time experience. I spent the rest of the weekend a bit in shock that I ever did it, wondering if the experience has opened up new boundaries or if I would stay the same shy conservative me. On the Sunday night I was back on he plane and soon home and back into my rut of everyday life. 

A few months passed by and I received an email from Kate telling me that Persona Beauty school had made the National body painting finals because of our bronze. The Beauty school were planning on selecting others but were told that the original qualifying winners had to be part of the new team of 4 and now the team had to include 3 girls and one guy, and the same group had to do the painting as well as being painted on. I didn't think much of the email and just put it in the back of my mind and went back to my work.

A week later I got a call from Yvonne, the MD of the beauty school, offering to finance me coming back to Perth for the finals. She went on to say that she had already inquired about replacing me with one of her beauty consultants and the competition committee refused on the basis of the rules. She then told me how good I was in the last competition and that it meant a lot for her company and they would give me $1000 worth of beauty products if I participated and cover all my other costs for the weekend, including a beauty make over. 

I didn't commit and said I would speak to Kate. Sure enough , Kate called and told me that she was in, and Linda, one of the other contestants was in and Kate's boyfriend Steven was going to be the guy and then I was needed else none of the others could even be considered. At least this time I had time to prepare myself. I was not sure if that was good or bad. Maybe with more time to consider I would get too afraid to do it again. Kate pushed and said she was going to submit my name with theirs as they needed to register our entry. I just kept quiet. She told me to look at the competition information set up on the internet and gave me a password to get in. I finished the call and went into the internet site. There were pictures from the last year competition and the entrants looked quite good. I was sure that some of them were professional artists. 

That night went I got home I opened up my clothes box I keep under my bed, with all the bits and pieces I never wear, but keep just in case, and searched for that white thong from the last competition. I put it on and took off everything else and just stood there in it looking at myself in the mirror. I looked at my breasts and then turned and looked at the little triangle pulling into my butt. So much showed. It looked funny against my summer bikini tan, which showed a lot of white against my tanned body. I got cold feat and pulled it off and put it into my sports bag by mistake.

The next day I was off work and it was hot and humid outside. I decided to go and lie at the beach and finish the novel I was reading. I put on my purple bikini bottoms and a tube top and pulled on a pair of beige loose shorts and a tightish orange t shirt and went for a walk to the beach nearby. It was empty and I lay my towel on the soft white sand at the back of the beach and then took off my shorts and t shirt and lay down and read my book. After a few minutes a few others set up on the beach but closer to the water than I was. My mind drifted back to the bodypainting and I thought about the beauty products and the prize for winning the overall competition of $200K for the winning team. 

There were only going to be 5 teams of 4 each so it was a good chance. It was funny as even on a quiet beach I wore a bikini top and a bikini bottom and I was contemplating entering a competition half nude. I reached for my water in my sports bag and as I took it out my white thong fell out. I looked at it and looked around the beach and in the distance and noticed another girl tanning in a thong. I had never considered such open display but I was feeling a bit daring and the idea ruptured through my body as something I wanted to try. I pulled my towel over me and I pulled my purple bikini down my legs and then pulled the white thong up over my hips. It was so much higher cut . I dropped the towel and lay down on my back. 

I noticed a guy sitting close by looking at me and I felt charged with sexual energy. I turned over and it felt good to have the sun all over my butt. I noticed the guy was staring at me and I felt strange things from being a point of attention. I lifted the clasp of my bikini top and removed it. I knew that my butt was probably quite visible and with the tiny bit of material barely covering my pubic area I knew a guy would be staring if he could. I opened my legs a bit so that he could enjoy the view and I just lay there while I thought about what he was probably thinking and imagining. I started to get aroused more and was overcome with my feelings. I surprised myself and I turned over letting my breasts come into full view of the public. It felt so good, tensing my body deep within my vagina . I lay down and I knew I was being watched. My nipples hardened as my arousal grew. I let the sun splash over my naked white breasts and it felt so satisfying to be open like this. My breasts are not huge but at least are firm and perky.

Another group of guys sat down only metres away from me and I now felt aching numbness and tension as I realised that I was their focus of attention. I closed my eyes and went with the flow. The sun was too intense and I worried about burning my untanned breasts so I put my bikini top back on. I looked up and I noticed that the other around me had gone in for a swim. It was me alone on my patch of beach so I sat up and placed my right hand fingers near my crotch. I looked up again and it was clear. I let my index finger rub against my thong over my clitoris. It felt good to be touched. I was wet inside my vagina and my clit was swollen. I rubbed it up and down Quickly and my nipples responded pushing through my bikini fabric. 

I looked around and nobody was coming, I was sweating from the heat of the sun and sweat from dripping down my forehead and sweat beads were running down my thighs. I lifted my knees upwards and I passed my right hand and left hand under my raised thighs. I looked down at my mound pushing out against the white lycra swimsuit. With my left hand I pulled the white thong away form my pussy and pulled the fabric aside while with my right index finger. My brown pubic hair came into view. I pulled the material further aside and I leaned backwards onto my towel. It felt so strange having my front open to the air and wind. I thought I was utterly crazy revealing myself on a public beach, but nobody was in sight so…I touched my clit and massaged its engorged swollen head around it little circles. 

I looked at it. It was pinkish brown around the edges of my labia as it caught the rays of sun and my clit was a deeper purple pink, moist and glistening in the sunlight. My finger pushed the soft edge in and then released and pushed again, then moved an inch and started too cycle, increasing the speed and intensity of touch. My eyes wanted to close as I felt each wave of pleasure cascade with further mounting of tension. I forced them to stay open to keep an eye out for others coming nearby. Sweat was now running down onto my clit as juices were being made within my vagina all mixing together. It felt sticky and I was hot on fire ready to take off. The swimmers started walking back form the shore. I never had time to climax. I quickly released the swimsuit and let it return to cover up my inner sanctum. I felt so frustrated. But I couldn't continue. I stood up as I gathered my things, the guys staring straight at me. I had the towel behind me but they could see the white thong from the front and I felt naughty knowing what I just got up to. I dropped the towel and put my shorts back on and walked back to my car. 

When I got back home I checked that my flatmates were not home and I went into the laundry, switched on the washing machine and pulled off my shorts and pushed my pelvis into the machine as it vibrated away through the washing cycle. It send shivers through my thighs and I pushed my vagina closer in until the machine was flush against my clit and I let the cycle take over. The vibrations rubbed me up and down until I came once, twice until I finally felt relieved. I went to have a shower and I pulled my white thong off- now sticky with white glue residue all over the front. I didn't think much about it and through it into my box under the bed.

A few weeks passed and Kate called to let me know the details of the flight that was booked for me. I realised now that I couldn't cancel and would have to go through with it. She told me that the theme was not "twins" as before, but was "the occult" so we would be painted with strange hells, devils and heavens, angels etc She told me to bring along my thong from before. She told me that Steven, would have to be waxed so that the paint sticks and that he was getting nervous at the idea of being painted full body. The competition was set for the Sunday and we would have a quick lesson in techniques of painting on the Saturday. It was an amateur competition after all so we were not expected to be professional artists.

The day arrived. I was fetched from the airport and memories of this were still in my mind. This time however, we were going to be preparing in a modern studio normally used for photography.

I will continue with story in Bodypainting 3 – the finals. 



Body Painting Competition Ch. Finals



Can be read as a standalone or a continuation from parts 1 and 2 in my subissions...

The day of the body painting competition arrived. I had always planned to pull out and not go ahead with it. In the last competition I was compelled to participate and I was sort of caught in the motion, but there was not a chance I would actually plan to be in such a competition, parading almost nude in public! 

My friend Kate didn't listen to me when I refused to be involved and just went ahead and booked my air ticket to Perth regardless. I had meant to call her and tell her straight out that if she doesn't cancel the ticket her beauty school would just lose its money, as I was not coming. I kept on putting it off until two days before when I finally made the call. 

"Hi, Kate, its Rach here, I hope you found someone else to be part of your body painting team as I am not going to use the ticket you sent me. I have thought about this and I cannot do it again." I was adamant.

Kate replied sounding quite unhappy "Rach, we are counting on you! You cannot let us down now. You know that our team can only go ahead in the nationals if you are part of the team. It's the rules of the competition. What is worrying you?"

"I don't know – nerves. I feel this nagging feeling in my stomach when I think about this. I think I am just too shy for this type of thing. You know me. I am really old fashioned and conservative. I never dress like you do or flirt the way you do with guys. I never even go topless at the beach, and here I have to parade topless and in those g-strings." I replied to Kate's persistent nagging.

"Look Rachel, the ticket is paid for. Just arrive on Saturday morning. I will fetch you from the airport at 11AM. Please don't let me down. If we win you can have my prize too and I will have some wine ready to get you tipsy and take away any nerves or shyness before the competition. Ok! And bring the thong from the last competition. We are using them again" Kate assertively ended the call.

My sense of duty plagued me as I thought to and fro for ways out. 

I packed my bags, threw on a pair of jeans and a top and went to the airport.

The plane arrived at midday - 2 hours late and I was scheduled to be painted at 2pm. Kate fetched me from the airport with her boyfriend Steve and the other member of the team Linda. 

They were anxious about running late so we raced to the competition venue. We arrived at this field which had a stage with lighting set up at the far end of the field and a few white tents besides the stage. 

"Isn't this competition supposed to be at a proper venue?" I asked them. 

"It changed as the planned venue couldn't accommodate two thousand people" Steve answered.

We entered the tent and this bid red headed lady, named Sharon, organising the art schedule approached us. "You are all so late! There will have to be a change of plan. Rachel, Linda and you were going to paint each other, and Steve and Kate were going to paint each other, but the only ones ready to go now are Kate and Linda so Rachel you are going to have to go with Steve. I hope you don't mind! We have no other option, as we won't be ready if I don't start Linda and Kate immediately and Steve first needs to see the beautician and get waxed. 

"Steve you must go straight away to Felicity the beautician in tent 2, and Kate, Linda you two go get started with the body painting in tent 1. Rachel, sorry you will have to wait for Steve, but you should go and get ready in the meanwhile", Sharon shouted.

I went with Kate and Linda and I watched them as they started painting. Kate was getting painted first by Linda. She took her shirt and pants off and stood on a stand by the airbrush gun and paints. Kate had such tiny boobs, I thought to myself. 

"You recognise the thong from last time" Kate asked me, as I looked at her tanned butt contrasting with the white triangle piece connected with a thin strip to the front piece.

Shit! I just remembered the instruction to pack mine. I opened my overnight bag, hoping I would find it. It was not there. Shit!

"Kate, I think I forgot mine back in Sydney" I rambled away in a panic. 

"Go and tell Sharon, and see if she has a spare" Kate recommended.

Anxiously I went to the main organiser's tent to find Sharon.

" What size are you?" Sharon asked me.

"I am a size 12" I replied.

Sharon responded "I can't promise what I will find as everyone is using the original piece from the first competition, but let me see. I will come find you by Kate and Linda.

Sharon went away to some of the other tents where our competing teams where located and I returned to watch Linda painting a devil in red across Linda's back and butt. 

Kate was joking around with me and said "Rachel, you will be painting Steve. No funny business ok!". 

Kate loved to tease people. 

Sharon entered the tent holding a plastic bag. "Rachel, you are one lucky lady, this is the only pair that is spare, you will have to make it fit", Sharon said, handing me the bag.

I tore the plastic open and took out a white g-string. It looked totally different to the one I had before and the ones Kate and Linda were wearing. It was a small – size 8, 2 sizes smaller than my size and it had no triangular back. It only had 2 thin strings literally that connected via a ring to a third string. The piece that went across the butt was a thin string. The front piece was much skimpier than the others and was very high cut, like a V, rather than the flatter bikini front the others had.

"Let me see that" Linda asked. 

I handed it to her. I was in for another shock, and the butterflies were now all over my stomach. 

"This is called a T-string" Linda said, and continued "you better try it on as it so high cut you may need to get a trim, if you know what I mean". 

I took my jeans off and I took my blue thong panties off and put the T-string on quickly. It felt like there was nothing there, as there really was nothing over my butt and the front was skimpy and small. I had specially shaved my pubic hair into a neat triangle before leaving for Perth, but the t-string was much higher cut and exposed the trimmed pubic hair on the sides of the triangle I had left behind. 

Kate and Linda almost simultaneously said "Shit there is not much material there, you better go to the beautician and get waxed a bit more"

I pulled my jeans back over the skimpy t-string and went across to the beautician's tent.

Steve had just finished being waxed. I explained why I was there and the beautician told me to lie down on her table in the t-string. 

I was a bit afraid of stripping in front of Steve. I knew it was stupid, as we were about to paint each other while half nude. 

Steve had just put his white gown on.

"Rachel, we have been given tent 5. I will go wait there for you to come over. We can throw a coin for who paints first." Steve said as he left the tent. "Well, are you ready or not? I don't have all day you know" the beautician questioned me.

I quickly pulled my jeans off and lay on the massage table.

She took some hot wax but before putting it on me she mumbled something to me. I thought she said, "be resilient" and I answered "I need to be". 

She pulled the t-string down off my hips and she waxed me. I felt this intense pain I nearly screamed. When I looked up I had no pubic hair left. She had taken off all my hair. I was bald. My vulva and clitoris stood out. It looked so strange and exposed. 

She looked at my expression and asked, " you did want a Brazilian. You said so" 

I realised what had happened. She handed me some cream and told me to cover myself with it so I don't get sensitive and sore and she left me alone in the tent. I rubbed a whole lot of this cream over my mound and down along the sides of my pubes. They were raw from the heat of the wax. I felt how smooth it felt. I had not been like this since I was a teenager. I applied the cream and some of the burning sensation went away. 

The beautician left the tent. I quickly stood up and took the opportunity of being alone to look at myself in the mirror and see what I looked like. The thin skimpy white material was skin tight against my body and with no pubic hair the lycra material pulled right into my vulva shaping out my two halves and sticking in up the middle. I turned around. My ass pretty much looked naked. The strings were so thin you couldn't see them. I wanted to quickly glance over and see what I look liked with no hair. I pulled the strings aside and exposed my pussy. It was amazing, so pink and my clit stuck out so much. I was aching to touch it, just quickly, and feel some relief from the mounting tension building up inside my core. I had no time. I quickly put on my gown and went across to tent 5 to find Steve.

"Ok. Are you heads or tails- loser gets painted first?" Steve asked me to choose. 

I chose tails and it was heads, so I had to get painted first.

I took off my robe and stood on the platform in my bra and the t-string.

The professional artist would guide Steve through the painting. 

"Lie down facing frontwards, and take that bra off, we can't paint over it" the artist commanded me.

I unclipped the bra and put it down and feeling shy and awkward I quickly lay on the table.

For the next 30 minutes I felt the cold paint all over back and butt. I just lay there thinking of last date that I had, while the paint was applied in big amounts to cover skin. I was then told to turn over.

This was the first time I was openly exposed to the artists seeing them moving with the paintbrushes around me. Steve painted my legs and arms and then the artist painted my breasts and stomach. I was aware that most the girls had no more than size breasts and here I was with voluptuous breasts.

In a crazy way my mind started racing. It felt quite sensual being painted over my large size C breasts. I knew that the guys were staring at their size. Maybe I was just being overly self-conscious. 

With each stroke of the brush against my nipple my hand involuntarily jumped. My hips were shifting trying to open my legs wider. I realised this was happening and I went rigid and held my hips back from moving. 

Being painted on ones breasts like a canvas is amazingly erotic. I can't explain why but it is. If alone, my fingers would have find their way to my swollen clitoris to stroke it softly up and down its hood curling the flesh into little circles until the nerve endings were sore with pleasure. Then I would with my other hand insert a finger into the depths of my wet hot opening, and move it in and out pushing them into my innards until it was rubbing against my g-spot. My hands would be working in unison, one ramping up the waves of excitement from within and the other rubbing furiously away at my swollen clitoris until it was tightly tense and ready to explode. My mind would drift and I would dream of a big cock ramming into me, fucking me hard and fast. I would feel each time this cock ploughed into me and I would feel the tight, big balls knocking against my butt crack, getting soaked in my dripping juices flowing down from my cunt. I closed my eyes as I was turned on and I knew my eyes would give it away. 

I was feeling quite frustrated from getting turned on so much and just letting the feeling fester untreated. It felt like I had this hot, steamy well bubbling inside my pussy and it wanted to explode but couldn't. My mind was starting to think stranger things and I got lost in my fantasy again but this time I don't know why but I was imagining that this guy holding my butt cheeks with my legs wrapped around their back and hips while we fucked like crazy was Steve.

"Rachel, stop thinking this. Its not good, not now" I said to myself.

I opened my eyes to try and stop my thoughts; Steve was painting my stomach. He had his gown on, but as he leaned over me it opened up and I could see his thong tightly pressed against his cock, It pressed against the material. I should not be looking. What is wrong with me? I needed to pause and get some air. 

I was just about to have my front skimpy white triangle and hips covered with black paint when the artist took over from Steve and in a few big stroked spilt paint all over me and and told me that It would have to dry before doing the detailed artwork. Steve would go next while we waited.

I got up but I couldn't cover myself, as the paint was very wet. I felt very naked but I had to just go with it. 

"Ok, I have done a wonderful job, go look at yourself in the mirror" Steve said. 

All tents shared the artist so he had gone on his merry way. I was alone with Steve. I looked in the mirror. A painting of all stranger symbols possessed my body. I still noticed my breasts and nipples. The t-string had gone invisible under the art.

"Rachel, you need to paint me now," Steve said.

The artist arrived back and showed me what to do. I had to paint horizontal stripes all down the front of Steve's body and vertical lines down the front of his body.

Steve lay facing upward. He was wearing a tight speedo type swimsuit but it had a triangle g-string at the back. I looked at him properly for the first time. He had no hair. He was shaved from top to toe. 

I started painting the stripes. It was going fine. We stopped chatting and I got on with the job. I noticed he was staring at my exposed breasts, which were pretty, much hanging into his face. I kept on painting. I got to his stomach and I stared at his package under his speedo. It started my dirty thoughts again. I was anxious about how I would paint around his pubic region, and it was now that time.

I dipped the brush in paint and painted right across the top of the speedos. I took the other brush and painted the next stripe down. As I painted this I noticed his cock starting to stand out. He was getting hard. The speedo was straining upwards like a tent. I painted the next stripe and I felt the ridge as I brushed a line right across it. It felt like a hard tube. He was looking sidewards. I was not sure if I should stop or go on. I just ignored it and went on. I started firing up again and I felt my pussy get wet inside. My nipples had got hard. I couldn't cover them up so I just ignored everything and tried to speed things up. As the paint was laid his cock started showing through as the speedo went transparent against the light orange and green stripes I was painting across it. He had a huge erection and a mean cock, probably 8 inches or so. When I was half way painting over his balls he suddenly spoke. 

"Rachel, You think I can go to the toilet quickly. I need it bad" he asked. "Sure", I replied. 

He got up and as he was walking away I could not help stare at that sexy tight bum covered with only a g-string. 

My raw lust for sex was coming over me in waves. I was not thinking straight any more. I should have masturbated before the start of the competition, maybe it would have stopped this from happening. Steve's sexy butt entered my mind again and I recalled the snapshot of it in my mind's eye. I stood there and imagined stroking it while standing behind him and pushing my naked pussy with no hair into it so he could feel its smoothness and feel the heat emanating from it. I would rub it against his smooth butt rubbing the stickiness coming out of my pussy and onto his butt. I would put my hand in front of him while I was standing grinding my hips into his butt and I would take his erect cock out of the speedo and stroked its full length up and down.

Steve had goneto the mobile toiket unit just outside the tent. A few minutes passed and I thought I better also go to the toilet. The mobile unit had the green vacant light on. Steve must have gone elsewhere, I thought, as I opened the door.

There was Steve. His speedo was down by his ankles and he had his palm wrapped around his cock, It was erect and he was masturbating. He had his eyes closed. I stupidly said sorry and quickly was about to move back out, but I find myself transfixed and still. The head of his cock was shiny with pre-cum glistening all over it. 

"You horny too? I don't know what made me ask this, but I did. 

It was totally out of my character to be so open or forward. I am the quiet shy type who never even talks like this. Even with my girlfriends I mainly listen when they talk about sex or boyfriends.

Steve just looked at me. His face was red with embarrassment. As I turned around to go I slipped down the step in the dark and the t-string snapped and broke. Steve saw this and we both just laughed from the excessive tension in the air. 

"Hey come here I will fix that for you" Steve said. 

I looked up and glanced at his cock, which was now semis erect. His hand was off it and he was standing up to help me get my balance. I think I had frightened the erection away. My t-string had dropped off me and I leaned down to lift it off the floor, quite aware that I was totally nude now.

As I got up from reaching for the t string on the ground I felt Steve's hands touch my butt. 

"Hey I left some skin showing I better paint it quickly" he said, and I felt his hands rubbing paint into the crack of my butt where the string was earlier.

This was too much. I felt my heart race as I took a deep breath. I was too far into it and my body shuddered and trembled. My breathing was deep, I felt my heart racing. I was still standing on the step facing away from the entrance to the toilet when Steve's hands continued exploring my butt and went under between my legs and rubbed the paint into my pussy. I felt this and I opened my legs to grant him better access. He didn't stop and I wanted him to keep going to touch me, to excite me. I felt his finger against my swollen clitoris and I could take it no more. I turned around and was overcome with hormones. 

I dropped to my knees in between his legs and I grabbed at his big hard cock with my right hand I put my lips around it and I bobbed up and down. My pussy was flowing with juices now. I wanted to be fucked right there so much. I grabbed his pulsating and full swollen balls with my other hand and I fondled them and massaged his scrotum as I sucked away at the head of his penis. I tasted the salty spit coming out of his engorged cock. I just went on blowing him as I held his butt with my hands. His body started tensing and his legs were stiffening. I came off his cock to catch my breath. I dropped my one hand to the floor to support me as I inserted the index finger of my other hand into his butt hole. I pushed it in and felt the tight muscles around my finger as I twitched it around. Steve's head dropped back. I looked at him. He was about to cum. I took his cock again and I slowly milked him with my left hand as my finger probed deeper in his ass. He groaned and moaned and his cock pulsated in orgasm spurting away a few times. His cum spat into the air and landed on my painted hips. He looked at me with a naughty smile. He was satisfied. I was still aching to be fucked. We swapped places and I sat on the toilet seat. He pulled my legs apart and he ut his tongue onto my clit and sucked it. I closed my eyes and went with the flow. I felt two fingers inside my throbbing pussy and I came instantly. I could not help myself as I screeched in the height of passion.

Suddenly we heard the artist calling for us. We quickly got our balance back. I was wobbly and felt like marshmallow. I stayed behind and Steve went back inside the tent. I rubbed Steve's milky cum into the paint on my legs.

I made a knot on the t-string to hold it back together, waited a few minutes and then went back inside. 

In the next episode I will tell you how I had to get painted nude for the competition as the t-string broke completely. The artist told me that nobody would know I was nude with the detailed artwork, but when we won the competition, it was fairly obvious, with all the stage lights. I still can't believe all that I did that night. It's not me, and if you ever knew me you would be shocked that I went through with it.