1 comments/ 6815 views/ 0 favorites Needed Changes By: Emmiex Abby walked from room to room in her townhouse. She had shared this place with Greg for 5 years, they never married but she thought they'd be in love forever. Late last summer just when the coolness of the autumn was starting to come into play, Greg shattered her secure world and she never for one second saw it coming. He told her he fell in love with the receptionist at work, she was pregnant and he was going to marry her. So that was that. There was nothing Abby could do about it. But as she shook her brown curls away from her face that was in the past and now I have to erase it all and live for myself, find away to make myself happy and fall in love. First thing she wanted to do is redecorate, get rid of the things that were reminders of Greg, the things they did together, the places they went. She wanted everything fresh. Thank god she thought as she looked around, the townhouse belonged to me. She had gone to the local paint store and got some swatches of paint that SHE liked. Armed with the swatches and a roll of scotch tape, she taped them to the wall. Standing back she tried to picture what the whole room would look like. She decided on one color for the living room, a soft blue. Took down the swatches and moved on to the bedroom, then the bathroom, then the den and lastly the kitchen. She was pleased with her choices and then decided a basic ivory for the hallways. She lingered in her bedroom for a while looking at the light color of pink and decided that she didn't care how feminine it would look, it was her room and this was what she wanted. She laid back on the bed that she had shared with Greg, too big for just her now, king sized because he insisted it had to be the biggest; she thought about how they made love. She never seemed satisfied by him. Closing her eyes, she lifted her sundress and touched her pussy. She loved walking around with no underwear on, she loved how her pussy felt under her light touches, as she spread her legs more, she moved her fingertips to inside of her pussy lips. She moaned so quietly and felt the rush of her juices coming out. She had always longed for Greg to touch her so gently and slowly, but although he was a good lover, she always longed for someone to take his time with her. Bring her to climax after climax, long foreplay; that's what she wanted. She moved her fingers inside her pussy hole and pumped them so gently, the more she moved the more wetter she got. Pulling her dress up over her breasts, she pulled her bra up and released her breasts. She was chesty, 42d and loved her breasts; she thought they were so beautiful. As her fingertips circled her nipples, her other hand was stroking her pussy. She moved under her own touches, moaning so softly. Reaching under her pillow she pulled out her vibrator and slowly inserted it inside her very wet pussy, as she moved it inside deeply, she moved even quicker. She closed her eyes and moved so quickly, cumming so fast, she gasped as her orgasm made her explode so hard! She sighed and turned on her side. She just laid there for a few minutes, stoking her breasts. She loved to cum, she loved to touch herself. Okay she thought, this isn't getting anything accomplished, although it did feel so good! She sat up and said one day I will find a man that will make love to me the way I like to be touched, tasted and fulfilled. He will find that all he has to do is play, lick and suck my nipples so gently that I will explode over and over again. He will know how to make me have orgasm after orgasm with gentle touches and when he's done, I will show him how much he will enjoy my touches especially when I make love to his cock. She got up and changed her clothes, put on a t shirt, cotton slacks and sandals, off to the paint store, she grabbed her list with the room measurements and off she went. Abby entered the paint store armed with her information and walked up to the gentleman behind the counter. She showed him the colors she wanted to purchase, the room sizes and asked for his help on supplies and how many gallons would she need. He started to rattle off all kinds of information, her head started to spin. She didn't realize how much all this would involve! She thought all she needed was a can of paint, a brush and that would be it! The man behind the counter, his name tag said Bill, must have sensed something was wrong and looked at Abby, "Miss, are you alright?" he asked. "Oh, well yes, I think so," she replied. "I just didn't realize that there was SO much involved in painting!" He shook his head in agreement, chuckled a little and said "You know, it seems that you are taking on a huge job all by yourself," he looked at her directly, "Would you like me to recommend a handyman that can do this job in more than half the time it might take you?" Abby was taken back some by the remark, but she thought that might be a good idea. "Yes, she said shaking her head, "Yes, I would like that so very much." Bill wrote down a name of a man on a piece of paper for her. He handed to her and continued to retrieve the exact number of paint cans Abby would need for her townhouse and the rest of the supplies. As Bill helped her out to her car, putting her items in the trunk, he said to her "You give Charles a call, he is your man." "I won't recommend him, if I didn't think he'd do a great job for you!" "Thank you so much Bill," she replied, "You've been a tremendous help, I will give Charles a call this afternoon." Abby made a few more stops and headed back to her home. She pulled into her garage, parked the car and emptied the supplies to the side of the garage. She looked around and noticed how empty the garage looked with all of Greg's stuff gone. But she pushed that thought out of her mind and went upstairs into the kitchen. After fixing a light lunch for herself, she remembered to call Charles. She dialed his number and after the 3rd ring, she heard someone pick up the receiver. The voice was somewhat deep, but it had a warm sound and when she heard hello, she felt her heart skip a beat. Wow, she thought to herself, that was a weird feeling. "Hello," she said in return, "May I please speak with Charles?" "This is Charles, how can I help you?" he answered, so smoothly. Wow she thought I love his sound, and she said "My name is Abby, and I was given your name by Bill at the paint store in town, he said you do painting and I was wondering if I could hire you to paint my townhouse?" "Where are you located?" he asked. Abby gave him directions and he told her he would see her in about 45 minutes to discuss her job. Abby put down the phone and looked around, everything was in its place, and she glanced in the hallway mirror eyeing herself, she looked presentable. Oh my, she thought to herself, get a grip, he's probably married or has a girlfriend! But she just couldn't get that voice out of her head. What does he sound like if he whispered, what does he sound like deep under the covers at night! "Stop it" she yelled at herself, he probably looks like a troll!!! The doorbell rang; well he's on time she thought as she hurried to the front door. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. There he stood, in jeans, a red t shirt, holding a small black attaché case and a baseball cap on his head. He smiled at her and she couldn't breathe. "Hi, are you Abby?" he asked. She couldn't move, she stared at him looking like a complete idiot. He moved towards her and she came back to reality. "Oh, yes, oh, I'm so sorry" she said sounding completely dumb, "please, please forgive me, and come inside." "Would you like something cold to drink?" she asked him with a smile. He stepped inside and she measured him up, he was about 7 inches taller than her 5'2" inch frame. She could smell his cologne as he walked past her into the living room. He looked around and didn't say anything. He peeked down the long hallway and into the kitchen. He turned around and said "I've never been inside these townhouses, they certainly are beautiful." "The hardwood floors are just gorgeous." "Thank you" she replied, "Let me show you around." They walked throughout her home and she showed him the colors she had taped up in each room on the wall. She explained that she had already gotten the supplies, the paint, and everything was stored in the garage. He took down what she was saying on his little pad and then went into the kitchen and sat at the table. She sat across from him and noticed his eyes, he had turned his baseball cap around backwards and she couldn't help staring at his eyes. She wasn't sure what color they were, but they were so hypnotizing. He started to speak and she could barely hear him. He cleared his throat and she snapped back. "Oh, I'm sorry," she exclaimed, "I didn't mean to stare at you!" "Would you like that cold drink now?" He smiled at her and shook his head yes. "I'd like some cold water, if you have it." He replied. She quickly got up, grabbed two glasses, and filled them with ice from the front of the refrigerator as well as the cold water. She came back to the table, handing him a glass and took her seat. "Well," he said, "I can do the job for you, no problem at all" "I would like to give you some suggestions on the trim, the ceilings, you already have the paint, and I'll need to look at the supplies you purchased though" he said in all one breath. "I can start at the end of next week and if it's not a problem with you, I can work through that weekend, the whole job should take about 5 or 6 days at the most." "How does that sound to you?" he asked. "Oh, yes!" she exclaimed, maybe too loudly, she looked down at her hands and then up at him. "How much do I pay you, I mean, by the hour, by the day, by the job?" she asked. "I'll go over the figures tonight," he said, "but it won't cost any more than a flat rate of about $2500." "If that's in agreement with you?" "Yes," she answered, thinking to herself, she was sure it would be more than that. "That's fine." "Good," he replied, "I'll draw up the contract tonight and stop by tomorrow evening for your signature." She nodded her head and watched him gather his papers putting them back into his case. He handed her his business card, turned his cap around and reached out for her hand. As he shook her hand and smiled down at her, she wanted to melt into the floor. He said good-bye to her and lingered a few minutes looking into her eyes. She could feel her cheeks getting hot and started to move towards the door. "I'll see you tomorrow night then," she said as she opened the front door, "say around 5:30 or so?" He agreed and walked out the door. She slowly closed the door watching him walk down the walkway. She loved the form of his ass. God, she thought, I can't wait to get to know him! The next evening, he rang the bell and she answered it immediately. She was dressed in an old lounging outfit; it was pretty, but so very comfortable to her after a long day at work. She had pulled her curls up on top of her head and held a glass a wine in her hand. When she opened the door, he smiled at her; wow he thought to himself this lady is sexy. As she opened the door wider, he stepped inside and handed her the contract. She led him into the living room and sat down on the couch. He sat next to her at the other end and waited while she read through the couple of pages. He watched her facial expressions, she was pretty. She smiled at him when she finished reading and then picked up her pen, signed and dated the paperwork. Smiling and handing him back the papers, he thanked her. She asked him if he had time for a drink and maybe as a second thought would he like some dinner, did he have plans? Anyone waiting for him? He just shook his head no and started to chuckle. "What?" she asked "Did I say something funny?" "No, no not at all" he smiled at her, "But you do ask a lot of questions all in one sentence, don't you?" She laughed and apologized to him. He agreed to stay for a drink, but declined on the dinner invitation. He had also had a long day and wanted to go to bed early, he was doing a job across town and wanted to finish it tomorrow. After they finished their drinks, he said good night to her and said he would be at her door bright and early next Thursday morning. The days flew by and Abby couldn't wait for Thursday to come. She took Thursday, Friday, Monday and Tuesday off so as to oversee the work being done in her home. She had so many vacation days; she thought the break would do her good. Thursday morning she got up, showered, naked she went back into her room and laid down, touching herself again, she closed her eyes and day dreamed about Charles. She touched her breasts, kneading them and pulling her nipple up to her mouth; she pictured his mouth down around her nipple and could feel herself getting wet. Next she moved her hand to her pussy; she had shaved it clean during her shower and could feel her soft skin under her fingertips. She outlined her lips and found her clit, gently stroking it till it popped out, her wetness so warm and slippery, god she wanted to make love. She pumped her fingers in and out of her wet pussy with her legs up in the air; she made her orgasm come fast and furious. Looking at the clock on her dresser, she saw it was almost 7:30 a.m., he would be at the door soon. She quickly got up and put on shorts, no undies, a sports bra and a t shirt, she stayed barefoot. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Twisting her hair up and off her neck, she heard the doorbell and then a soft knock on the door. Smiling she headed towards the door, opened it up and there stood Charles. He smiled back at her and asked her to please open the garage; he didn't want to drag his tools, ladders and drop cloths through her house. She went to the garage and hit the button, the door opened up and he walked inside, quickly he moved to empty the back of his pick up and neatly placed his equipment next to the paint cans on the floor. She watched him and could see his muscles under his t shirt. He had on old ratty looking paint clothes, they were clean, and he looked just like a painter! She could see that he had some tattoos on his arms and made a mental note that she needed to see them closer soon, very soon. God, she thought to herself, I know nothing about this man, and I want to bed him down!! He was walking towards her and she stepped up backwards on the stairs into the kitchen. She offered him a cup of coffee as he sat down at the kitchen table, producing papers, his plan as he put it, to show her what rooms he would start with. He said that he would do the bathroom and the bedroom first. They were the ones that should be completed first, which he has learned in his years of painting. People tended to want them done for convenience. She told him that sounded like a great idea, she was on vacation days through next Tuesday and if he wanted, she would love to maybe help him?! He looked at her for a minute and agreed, "Sure," he said "If you want to help me there are some things that you can do to make my job easier," "Yes," he agreed that would be a great idea. The morning went by quickly as he moved from each room to prep the walls for their new coats. He moved furniture so swiftly like they were pieces of air. My goodness she thought he is so strong. He was very meticulous and handled everything she owned so gently and with care. He wrapped and protected all her furniture and had her move the more expensive looking pieces as he put it to where she wanted them to be so they won't get broken. By lunch time things were wrapped, protected, taped up and the walls were ready for their new looks! Abby was impressed with Charles and his character. Yet she couldn't help wonder about him personally. Charles watched her as she made them both sandwiches, he had brought food with him, but it wasn't anything that won't keep. He liked the way she moved, he liked the way her breasts swayed when she walked, when she laughed. He could really get to know her, he wanted to get to know her, but this was a business arrangement, she was his employer so to speak, he couldn't break any code of ethics because he was infatuated with her breasts...or could he? Snapping back to the present, he smiled when she offered him his plate. She put out pickles, chips and a couple of cans of soda and joined him at the table. While they were eating, they talked about general things, town things, where they grew up, what they liked. During the conversation, she found out that he too was with someone for a number of years, and one day she left, no letter, no explanations, no phone calls, no nothing. Months later he discovered she had been pregnant and married a man about 10 years older than herself. Abby snickered, and he looked at her with question; "I'm sorry," she told him, "but my former boyfriend of 5 years left me for that very reason, getting another woman pregnant and marrying her." "Won't that be a kick if she was my ex's reason?" Charles smiled at her and said "I guess," "but it's not likely because this guy was a farmer a few towns away, and I figured he knocked her up in a haystack somewhere." The next couple of days went by and as much as Abby could, she helped Charles out. Her place was looking simply marvelous she thought. After Charles came on Saturday morning, he had already finished both the bathroom and bedroom, Abby decided to go to the local mall and get some new furnishings for the bathroom and her room. Leaving Charles to himself, she said she'd be back in a few hours and to help himself when he got hungry. Hours later she returned and Charles was up on the ladder in the living room, while she was gone he had gotten more than half way through the large room and the color was just so gorgeous, more than she had imagined. It looked so soft and romantic. She smiled up at him as she looked around. "I love it" she said, "I simply love this color." He got down from the ladder and pushed his cap back on his head and agreed that the color was the right choice for this room. She asked him if he would like a something to drink and he followed her into the kitchen. This room was next and she couldn't wait to see it come to life with the bright yellow she had chosen. She thought as she poured out some iced tea for them both, if Greg were to walk in here right now, he won't recognize the change, the bright change! He probably won't approve either. But she didn't care anymore what he thought; this was the change she so desperately needed! Abby turned around to put the iced tea back into the fridge and stepped a little too close to Charles; she lightly stepped on his foot and let out a little screech. "Oh, I'm sorry" she exclaimed, "I didn't realize that you were so close!" "Please forgive me!" He looked down at her and before she knew it, he was kissing her mouth, so gently, so tenderly; it completely took her by surprise and she was swept away. He came up for air, holding her face with his hands and started to kiss her again, and then kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her eyelids and then her mouth again. She was melting, absolutely melting and didn't want him to stop ever. He stepped back and held her hands, with a look of panic on his face and started to apologize to her! He stammered over his words and kept shaking his head back and forth for his behavior and wanted her to know that he has never done anything like that before and she was there and she's just so pretty and beautiful, he didn't know what came over him!!! Please forgive me he pleaded with her. She didn't move, she didn't say anything, she just stared at him. When he finished apologizing, she stepped forward and kissed his mouth lightly at first and then her kiss to him intensified. He wasn't surprised or taken off guard and he himself molded himself into her arms and her kiss. Then they both looked at one another and started to laugh! Holding on to one another, they couldn't stop. Needed Changes He smiled down at her and didn't say a word, went back into the living room with his iced tea, climbed up the ladder and started to paint. She went about her business, took her new treasures from the mall into her bedroom and changed her clothes. She dressed simply and when she slipped on her short skirt, she could feel her wet pussy teasing the inside of her legs. She moved back down the hallway and watched Charles. His back was to her and she watched his muscles as he stroked her walls. She could see his tattoos, one on the side of his leg, she couldn't quite make it out and the other on his upper arm, and it looked like a flower of some sort. The rest of the afternoon went by and around dinner time he was starting to pack up his things. Since tomorrow was Sunday, he told her that he won't be by till 9:00 a.m., that way she could sleep in! She said alright, looking at him, they both smiled, didn't say anything about what happen earlier and he left for the night. Just before she settled into bed, the phone rang and it was Charles. When she answered he gently and softly said her name "Abby, I'm sorry for ringing the phone so late," "but I just wanted to say good night to you" he said. "Charles," she breathed softly "Oh, that is so sweet, good night to you and I'll see you in the morning." She gently placed the phone down in its holder after they said good bye. She dreamt about him all night. Sunday morning and the afternoon went by quickly and during the late afternoon, Abby wandered into the living room. Charles was up on the ladder and it looked like he was just about finished. Neither one of them said anything to each other about yesterday, but her heart told her that she can't let him get away. She thought about splashing paint on the living room wall with another color just so he could stay longer to fix it. She knew he had the kitchen to do, but there weren't that many walls in that room! The den still needed to be done, but that was only one wall and the ceiling, the rest of the room had floor to ceiling bookshelves on them! She wished she had a mansion. She moved to the ladder closer and watched him from behind. He felt her eyes on him and smiled down at her as he turned. "What?" he asked her with a grin. "Nothing, nothing at all" she exclaimed "I just like the way you move when you stroke my walls" she said devilishly. "Oh really" he said "And if I move like this?" he wiggled his hips at her, "What does that do for you?" he laughed. "Oh yes" she whispered "I like that very much." She moved closer to the ladder and he leaned down to kiss her mouth. She stood tip toe on the bottom rung and met his lips. She loved the way he tasted, although air was on in the townhouse, he still tasted salty from the little sweat he was building up. He let her go and spun around so that he was facing her. Her eyes immediately went to his crotch and she noticed she must have some kind of effect on him to see him starting to swell. Without thinking, she moved her hand to outline his cock and run her fingertips up and down his zipper. He moaned so softly and looking down at her, he asked her if she wanted a taste. Moving up to the next rung, she molded her hand around his cock and squeezed so gently. She could feel his cock getting harder and his moans got a little louder. She gently pulled down the zipper of his shorts and his cock fell out into her hands. He didn't have on any boxers and his cock felt so wonderful in her hand. As she touched him, his cock got larger and harder and without thinking she put the tip of his cock into her mouth. She sucked him so gently and could taste the salty hint of his sweat and his pre-cum as it started to come to the tip. She ran her tongue in circles around the tip and then gently sucked down on it. She didn't take the whole cock into her mouth yet, she wanted to savor the flavors of just his tip first. As she sucked on him, his hand moved to her breast. She could feel how gentle he was when he touched her and he was taking control of her. Her nipples got so hard they ached under her shirt and bra. She wanted to release them, but before she could, he had already done that for her. Her mouth was sucking more and more of his cock down her throat and she wanted to concentrate on making him explode. She moved forward slightly so he couldn't really reach her comfortably and he sighed as he realized how much of his cock she was devouring. His shorts had fallen down; resting on top of his sneakers and his balls could feel the cool air around them as her hot mouth was taking all his cock inside. He couldn't believe this was happening, he wanted so much to touch her, to lay her down and play with her, discover her, but she was in charge so he relaxed and let her take over. He could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat as she was sucking him, her fingers were kneading his balls and then all of a sudden she sucked backwards and released his cock from her grip. She smiled up at him and then pushing his cock upwards towards his chest, she found his balls, and licked and sucked on them so gently. God, he thought, I'm in heaven, I must be, no one has ever made love to my balls, my cock like this ever. No one! Her tongue made circles on his balls and then her tongue found his soft spot of skin right underneath his balls and she licked him till he groaned out loud. Before he could take his next breath, her mouth was clamped down around his cock again as she swallowed him. He couldn't stand it anymore and was afraid he was going to fall off the ladder and they would both get hurt. He tried to speak to her and then it happen, his juices raced to the tip of his cock and as he told her to get ready, he had the hardest and fastest orgasm right down her throat then he had ever experienced. He was dripping with sweat and the wonderful sensation that ran through his body left him weak in the knees. She didn't miss a beat, she sucked him down and even after he finished cumming, she still continued to suck and suck so gently to get every last drop. He started to relax and was running his hands through her hair as she cleaned him up with her tongue. She made sure he was a clean as he was before she started to suck his cock. Then she released him and stepped down the ladder. He followed her and when he reached the bottom, slipped his sneakers off, the shorts fell off and he pulled his t shirt up and over his head. He stood in front of her completely naked and smiled at her. He then pulled her into his chest and kissed her. He could taste his cum on her lips and gently pulled her down to the drop cloth on the floor. He lifted her shirt up over her head and off, he released her curls and threw her bra to the side. He then opened her legs and moved his hand up under her jean skirt and touched her pussy so gently. She gasped and moaned at the same time. He was gentle as he pulled her skirt down over her hips, tossing it to the side; he never took his eyes off of her face. He smiled down at her and opened her legs gently. He glided his fingers up her legs and found her pussy, clean and glistening with moisture, he wanted to taste her but first he wanted her to trust him so he touched her so gently. He moved his fingers across her clean pussy lips and gently opened them up; he leaned down and blew on them. She just moved a little and moaned. He took his time touching and discovering her pussy; he felt each nerve as he ran his fingers up and down, discovering her clit and rubbing it so gently. He moved one finger deep inside of her and then another finger as she relaxed more and more under his touches. Then he put in three fingers and she just moaned with pleasure. Keeping his fingers deep inside her, he moved his thumb on her clit and massaged it as it got harder under his touch, then like a hidden pearl he could see her clit pop out wanting his tongue to taste it. He couldn't resist and didn't think that she would protest, he leaned down and gently licked her. She gasped and grabbed his hair, she opened her legs wider and again he licked her. He moved to lay in front of her and she lifted her legs up on his shoulders, then he just devoured her, tasted her lips, tasted her clit, tasted her hole so wet with her juices, he'd never tasted anything so delicious. She moved closer up against his mouth and his tongue plunged inside her deeper. She moved as his tongue moved in and out of her pussy and with each time that he went back inside for more, it felt so deep. She couldn't help it she had an orgasm, then another one and one more. She was having multiples upon multiples and she couldn't stop! He looked up at her and saw her breasts just lying there as she breathed up and down quickly. He moved up and began to make love to her breasts. She watched his face and as he got closer his lips found hers and she could taste her cum on them. He kissed her deeply and as their tongues made circles around each other, she didn't think she could get any closer to him. He then touched her breasts and played with her nipples, he made circles around them as they grew harder and longer, he gently pulled on them and brought one to his mouth, he watched her face closely as he sucked them and made circles back and forth on them. She had another orgasm! She found the man that could do that to her, oh my god she thought, I need this so, so much! She rolled over on top of him giggling and found his nipples, they were already hard and she licked and sucked on them. Then looking up at him, she followed his trail down to his waist with small kisses then moving down further she found what she wanted...his hard cock and took his tip back into her mouth. Oh my god he thought, I don't think I'll ever get enough of this woman! She sucked and sucked him and then moved up and straddled him, she lowered herself down on top of his cock and as he slid inside, she was thrilled by the way he fit; by the way he filled her up. She moved slowly at first and as she stirred him up, he moaned underneath her. Her hands rested on his tummy and she could feel how deep inside of her he was. She pressed her clit downwards on his skin and the friction caused her once again to explode. She felt a little embarrassed; she wondered what he must think of her, cumming so many times! She looked away from him, but his hand caught her chin and moved her face back to his. He whispered "Hey, don't look away Abby" he whispered "Just look at me, look into my eyes and focus on how well we fit and how great this feels!" "Just see me!" They kept moving and moving, faster and faster and before they both knew it they both exploded together. She could feel his hot juices splattering all over inside of her pussy, so hot and thick and he could see in her eyes how much she was enjoying him. Not once during the whole time did her eyes ever stray away from him, just as he asked of her and he never broke away from hers. His eye color still was a mystery to her as she looked deep into them, they keep changing colors. After they laid on top of one another for a while, his cock relaxing inside of her, he slipped out and she rolled off lying on her side close to him. She looked around the living room with all the paint paraphernalia all over and started to laugh softly. He leaned up and looked down at her and said "What is so funny?" "Oh," she said "Look where we are!" "Surrounded by all this stuff, butt naked both of us on the floor like two hungry animals!" He agreed, "But," he said; "I have never felt better, I have never felt so relaxed and I have never felt so very much in love." She looked into his eyes, and said "Charles, I have never ever felt like this before in my life, you have touched me in ways that I would only dream about, no one has ever made love to me like this, I too feel love for you and I want us to grow closer each and every day for the rest of our lives." "Are we the old cliché of love at first sight?" he asked her gently, "Can it be that only after just a few days of being together that we have this electricity of wanting each other, wanting to be together, wanting to share our lives with each other?" All she could was look at him and nod yes. Tears fell down her cheeks and she softly cried, not only with happiness, but with a new feeling of love, of being loved deep inside of her. He wiped her tears with his fingers and put them into his mouth, he needed to taste more of her. He wrapped his arms around her and they both fell asleep on the drop cloth, surrounded by the paint cans, the brushes and their new found love.