BODY PAINT TIME
I visited with my quirky friend Mags
at her apartment in the same building
as mine. A floor and a hallway away.
She has more issues than me.
Around the corner and up a flight
of stairs. 4 flights. I’m on the 3rd
floor. There is, by law, an elevator –
but it’s not awfully convenient.
But fuck floor layouts. Fucking on
the floor matters more. Do we? We’re
close in many ways as you will see…
Just read on horny people.
My abuse was bad. Mags’ was far
worse. One abuser – her father for 39
years. He died 7 years ago. She was
then institutionalized for 3 years.
But you don’t “really” care about that.
You want just want sex! And you figure
– two girls one body paint…might get hot!
Sex should be about your satisfaction.
You’d be surprised how easily 2 abused
women can talk about life, sex and the
abuse that traps them and controls
them completely in far too many ways.
We planned this “play time” together.
Mags ordered the body paint. I brought
it up to her place. It was a good hefty size.
I went right up to apartment 408.
I heard her 7 locks disengage. I stepped
in and she locked back up. She was naked.
She rarely wore clothes. Too many years
of her father not allowing it.
She says clothes creep her and make
her feel that she isn’t herself. Whereas I like hiding under my baggy clothes.
Rather being anyone else but me!
To make Mags comfortable, I stripped
as we talked. She’s binge watching
Dexter and almost done with the final season. All victims seem to love Dexter.
She’s made tea for us. I prefer coffee,
but here I drink tea. She sat down my cup and kissed me. Yes, we are casual lovers. Body Paint Time? Naked? Get it now?
Her father did UNSPEAKABLE THINGS
to her. Her story. She wouldn’t want me
to share that stuff. Some of my abuse
will die with me. That’s how it is.
Mags is under 5′ tall. A 3/4 version of
me. By looks we could be sisters. We aren’t. No incest twist. Her nipples are darker and she has tons of pubic hair.
I can barely grow any. We have zero
fear of each other. I can touch her and
be touched by her! Safety! I’m not a lesbian! More dick than dyke! But…
She is a safe release here in the
building. Most tenants are druggies,
alcoholics or sex offenders. I’m a nice
mix of all three. I hang with Mags.
I’m sipping my tea as Mags pees with
the bathroom door open. I watch her
dab dry. Her urine tends to cling to all
that fur. I know I’ll be tasting it soon!
She brings out two towels and wash
cloths because we expect to get messy.
It’s washable and edible. 5 flavors!
2 brushes and 2 play sessions. Sweet.
She comes over and touches my
breasts. “I wish mine were as big as yours.” I play with her long dark hair
and run my hands down her back.
The visible scars don’t hurt her. The invisible ones do. “Let’s play, Paula.”
There are no instructions. You simply paint and get horny. That’s easy to do.
The set is opened and it includes a nice case. It says 2 brushes but they gave
us 4. Must be 2 for each session.
I ask her to make my nipples dark.
Dark brown. Now they look like I’d like them to look. I’m the only one in my family with very light areolas. Lighter
than even my blonde older sister.
What should I paint on you, Mags? “Put flower on my ass and then eat it!” Eat
the flower or eat your ass? “Both.” I paint a big daisy and take a photo to show her.
She smiles! I then start to lick from her mid back down. The stem ends by her tailbone. I blow a raspberry and Mags farts! God, girl what did you eat?
“Tacos!” I wave the air with my hand
and go and get a drink of water. She is giggling. She’s nothing like the near comatose girl I met 4 yrs earlier.
We shared a counselor and I was
asked to mentor her but I would have
become her friend anyway. I kiss her deeply then kiss down to tease her clit.
One gentle kiss and a flick of my tongue.
“What should I paint on you?” I lay on
the floor and say “surprise me.” I almost fall asleep to the gentle brush strokes.
“Wake up!” I Iook down at her masterpiece. Why train tracks, Mags? “Because you told me once that you
were a train wreck!” Eat me…clean!
It takes awhile for her to lick most of
the paint off. We’ll shower off the rest.
She has the tracks ending at my tunnel and she goes deep with her tongue.
I roll on to my side and we are both licking. The paint is mostly gone. I am very close to exploding my juices and Shamefully, I cum before starting on her.
I have to spread her bush to find her clit.
I showed her a pic of it a few months after we met. The first time we 69ed
each other. Hers isn’t very pronounced.
Almost just a dot compared to my speed bag. I lick it and dive deep to taste other than her pee! After she says that she came she rubs one off. A screamer.
I’m not offended. You can always best
please yourself. We pack up the paint
and head into her bathroom. I have a tub
and she has a tub and shower. Lucky!
The building has changed ownership and
some apartments were renovated. Not
mine, yet. Her water is almost instantly hot. Mine takes awhile. Different tanks!
We kiss a bit and hold each other as the hot water rinses off the paint. I ask for soap as I rarely get a good hot shower. She is peeing on my foot. MAGS!!!
