"So, what do you think?" she mused, "Can you do it?"

I stared for a moment, processing her question. "I, � Uhhm, I � Well, yeah, I can do it. I'll have to look into a few things as far as the proper paints to use. You know, to be safe, and so that it won't smudge� but, sure, I can paint pretty much anything."

Megan smiled a wicked grin. "But have you ever painted a naked woman before?"

"Well, I've painted a lot of naked women before. I've just never painted ON a naked woman." I qualified, trying to focus on the conversation, rather than my imagined vision of her incredible naked body. "� But, if you're game, I'm willing to give it a try."

"Well, you're much cuter than I'd anticipated." She flirted, an uncooperative few strands of her shining red hair seductively hiding her gaze. "I don't know if I can be trusted all by myself with you."

I smiled, deflecting the compliment and pondered her request. Being an "Illustrator and Painter" by trade, you get lots of opportunities to work on different projects with lots of different mediums. I've done Murals, Faux-Finishes in private homes, T-shirt Designs, Illustrations for Books and Magazines, Heck; I've even done Graphic Illustrations and Logos. But this � this was an intriguing proposition � even for me. 
Megan shifted in her seat, un-crossing and re-crossing her lovely, toned legs, her cotton print skirt hiking up just enough to grab my attention. Her legs were firm and athletic and I had to make a conscious effort not to stare. She smiled, my gaze lingering over the soft, pink skin of her inner-thighs as she moved.

"I think I'll be the one struggling to maintain my composure. After all, you'll be the one undressed. Don't think I'm going to get naked so that you'll 'feel more relaxed' or anything," I warned, flirting back. "That only happens in bad porno movies. Are you sure you'll be comfortable alone with me?" I asked, praying she wouldn't have second thoughts.

She grinned a Cheshire cat grin, her long, raven red hair falling seductively across her face, spilling over her shoulders in erotic, red, shining chaos. Megan was a stunning female. And the amazing thing to me was that she was sexy, at the same time that she was elegant and classically beautiful. The quality that really captivated me though, was an underlying playfulness that seemed to pervade everything she said or did. Her lips were full, round, bow-shaped and pouty. Her skin was tan the reds and browns of her complexion an exotic contrast to her emerald green eyes and raven red hair. Plus, her chest and arms were covered in subtle and intoxicatingly sexy freckles� something that had been a weakness of mine since grade school.

"I can hold my own. But don't be so sure you won't end up naked too � I usually get my way you know." Her green eyes twinkled wickedly. "So can we start tomorrow? Say � Around Noon? That should give us plenty of time don't you think?"

I nodded not sure what to think of her suggestive comments. My imagination ran wild as she stood, the swirls of her short, print skirt cascading around her. "See you tomorrow � I'll be looking forward to it." She smiled, glancing at the growing bulge in my lap. "� about as much as I see you're looking forward to it."

I spent the rest of the day alternating between researching the Internet and making phone calls to various makeup and specialty art stores. Confident that I was versed in the idiosyncrasies of "Body Painting", I drove 45 minutes into downtown Phoenix to purchase what I needed. By the time I relaxed for the night, I was confident that I was prepared.
Megan was a model. What she wanted was a photo � or series of photos, which would stand out, separating her from the hundreds of other girls that potential clients see each day. Now, the fact that she was incredibly beautiful � and the fact that she had one of the most curvaceous, most erotically sexy bodies I'd ever seen didn't seem to matter to her.

She wanted me to "paint" clothes onto her nude body.

Megan reasoned � that if she could show a prospective client a stylish, sexy photo, and casually point out that she really didn't have anything on, that they would take a second or third � very close look. In the process, she'd become more than just another gorgeous face� they'd remember her. Very shrewd, I thought.
At any rate, it would be a great opportunity for me as well. After all, a picture like that would be interesting in my portfolio as well. My thoughts wandered � wouldn't it be terrible if girls suddenly started coming to me for this type of work? That would be terrible, I chuckled to myself. I propped my head up with the pillow as I closed my eyes, imagining the amorous beauty of this ravishing stranger.

I couldn't wait until morning.

Chapter 2 - "Painting By The Numbers, It 'aint!"

The next morning was hectic. I finished a piece I had been working on, phone calls, etc� the normal stuff that makes up a typical day. But, I was eagerly looking forward to Noon and Megan's arrival. I found myself paying a bit more attention to my appearance than usual. Now, I'm not what you would call a "Hunk", but I'm athletic and I get outside a lot. As a result, my body is very fit and pretty tan and I've had more than one female comment on the "cute-ness" of my butt. My hair is thick, light brown and curly, longer in the back, curls reaching my shoulders, cut shorter around my face. My eyes are blue-green and seem to change from blue to green depending upon what color shirt I have on. Today, I chose a light, sky-blue polo with purple trim. It was loose and comfortable � something that's necessary when I paint. I threw on a pair of baggy, blue jean shorts, leaving my shirt un-tucked. I knew that the shorts accentuated my tight, muscled legs and butt and while I wasn't going to stop any traffic, I'd had enough luck with the ladies to know that I wasn't "chopped liver."
She arrived promptly at 11:57am looking even more stunning than I remembered. I think my mouth actually fell open as she stood, framed by the doorway. The early afternoon sun shone through her auburn-red hair and I was struck by the color and texture of her skin. Her coloring was terra cotta, peach, soft pink and pastel true reds all blended into one intoxicating combination. Her deep green eyes flashed, hinting at a fire and passion that was compelling and alluring. She wore faded, well-worn blue jeans that hugged her curves, the belt loops frayed, the seat and knees thinning, ready to tear. Her top was tight, bright ruby red with a low, scooped neckline, accentuating the gentle slope of her ample breasts. Delicate freckles danced across her chest, neck and cheeks, and I swooned as I imagined the beauty of the rest of her. Her body was a delicious contradiction � full, tight and curvy, but also small and delicate. I stared, imagining my arms around her, pulling her to me, feeling her warmth as she melted ino me. She wore her hair down, and it once again tumbled over her shoulders, the gentle red curls shining in the sunlight, partially hiding her porcelain smooth cheek. Megan peeked at me and batted her eyes, smiling. "Anybody here want to paint a naked lady?"
She had left a photo of the swimsuit that she wanted me to paint. It was a yellow one-piece, with a high-neckline, cut very high on her hips. It featured a red-pink and orange swirl, which would originate between Megan's breasts, like the center of a bulls-eye. The swirl expanded out in a clock-wise, tie-dyed splash, expanding ever larger and carrying over onto the back of the suit. The shape and cut of the suit's design would cover a lot of her skin � appearing rather modest.  However, when it became apparent that it was painted, it was sure to generate a lot of interest �  in both, the complexity of the design � as well as the beauty of her nakedness underneath. In short, my job was to paint a watercolor design onto a very buxom and sexy female body. We talked a little. I reminded her how long this was going to take, and the need for her to be comfortable. I'd prepared a virtual "bed" of dozens of soft, plush, oversized pillows, covered with an old comforter. The Body Paint I was using was pretty durable but if we got it on the comforter, it would come clean in the wash.

"Well � you ready to start?" I asked expectantly.

"I guess so. Where shall I � change?" she answered, some of her previous playfulness replaced with nervousness.

I nodded to the bedroom and began to gather all of my brushes together, along with paint, towels for cleaning up, water to mix with, and a large bottle of Chardonnay, iced and ready for her. She headed for the bedroom pulling the door partially closed. She banged around inside and moments later stepped back out into my studio, a short, white robe covering her body, a nervous grin covering her face.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." she remarked. "Where do you want me?"

"Go ahead and get comfortable." I replied awkwardly, motioning to the pillows on the floor.

Megan looked at me, her green eyes boring directly into my soul. She reached for the robe's tie and tugged, the folds of the robe falling open, the soft pink of her flesh flashing in the afternoon light. I tried to remain professional, but the sexual tension in the room was unmistakable. Megan shyly looked at the floor and opened her robe, slowly slipping it off her shoulders, her nude body now on display. She paused for a moment, dropping her robe to the floor. I gasped, a tiny moan of disbelief escaping my lips, as I surveyed her incredible loveliness. "Wowwww�" I muttered.
Megan stood before me, an image frozen forever in my mind. Her bare left foot in front of her right, her knees together, she thrust her beautiful left hip slightly out, accentuating the delicate sway of her hourglass figure. Her body was a gorgeous bronze tan, save the alluring patch of white, which outlined her delicate pink pussy. Megan's deep red pubic hair was neatly trimmed, a perfect column of fiery auburn curls that barely hid the ripe, pink pussy-lips between her thighs. Her tummy was soft, flat and golden brown. Her ripe, milky-white breasts were firm and they hung incredibly, the creamy-white skin of her tits bordered on all sides by tan. Her nipples were erect, pointing straight ahead, the soft pastel pink of her areola smooth and silver dollar sized. She was a vision of feminine beauty and I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"Where do you want me?" she asked, her eyes not leaving the floor, her chest and cheeks flush with embarrassment..

"Let's start with your back. Lay on your stomach and get comfortable." I said, my concentration ruined, my voice shaking a bit.

She lay down on her stomach and adjusted several pillows around her. Finally, she indicated that she was ready. I looked down at Megan's perfect round ass, her skin so silky smooth and intimate. I chose a medium 1 ½" soft bristle brush. I dipped it into a jar of lemon-yellow, the bristles collecting the pigment. I touched it to her skin at the small of her back, drawing a line which would become the base of the back-less swimsuit. I drew the brush across her skin, leaning over her, marveling at the way it covered the muted reds and browns of her body. I chose a larger 2" brush and began to work my way down her back, approaching the cream-white cheeks of her lovely bottom. I drew back, glancing at her as she lay there resting her cheek on her crossed arms. Megan had a smile on her face and as I spread the yellow pigment over the soft contours of her ass. I saw her flinch, her breath shortening, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of the soft bristles as they tickled her skin. I covered her bottom quickly, the lemon-yellow of the body paint standing out wonderfully against the natural color of her flesh.
Reaching the base of her bottom, I took out a smaller ½" brush to create a crisper line. She squirmed a bit, the bristles tickling her. "Hold still now." I ordered, enjoying this immensely. Megan held her breath and lay still, but the goosebumps on her arms and back of her thighs told me the sensation was one she was enjoying. "Err, I need to fill in some spots � and there's no real way to be delicate about this. Are you ready?" I asked, my cock erect and throbbing in my pants. "Yeah, I guess so." She replied cautiously, not really understanding what I was about to do. I touched the inside of her left knee and spread her legs slightly, the delicate folds of her pussy and pubic hair in my full view between her legs. She gasped, holding her breath, and using a smaller ½ " brush I began to fill the alluring canyon between the cheeks of her ass, squeezing her upper thigh at the base of her bottom to separate them. In the process, her pussy-lips yawned open, the sensitive pink glistening with her wetness. "I'm sorry," I commented, embarrassed for her, but totally aroused by the sight. "I can try not to go so low if you want."

"�Ooohhhhhh � I'm OK." She replied breathlessly. "I may need to hire you for something else if you keep going."

"You look incredible, I'm sure we can work something out on the barter system." I countered, leaning across her, reaching for a larger, clean brush, a wicked idea entered my mind. Bolstered by her reassurances, I gently brushed the soft bristles of the new brush against her pink, swollen pussy-lips, spreading the sensitive folds. Megan twitched, her body responding to the electric touch of the brush on her sensitive opening.

Ooooohh, Myyy God!" she squealed, "Are you painting?!!" She bucked, her hips slowly gyrating as I tickled at her clit, the moisture from her pussy wetting the brush.

"Lay still, you're going to smudge it!" I warned, pressing the tip firmly, gently spreading her legs wider to stimulate her further, the soft bristles massaging her sensitive, glistening button of desire.

She buried her face in her arms and began to grind her hips in unison with the brush's movements. With my other hand squeezing and kneading the back of her thigh, her bottom was a delicious mixture of yellow, milky-white and glistening wetness. Megan began to breath lighter, her soft moans of pleasure muffled by the pillows. After several minutes, I felt her pause and tense expectantly, her body flush with desire. I paused with her, rolling the bristles of the brush in a massaging circle. Then, as I felt her body coil, I gently and firmly pressed down, rolling the brush against her raw, wet clit. Megan tensed and moaned loudly, her face buried in the pillows, her orgasm coming fervently. "Ooooohhhh" she cried, her fingers clawing wildly at the pillows as she shuddered with pleasure. She reached back with her left hand, her fingers coming to rest in my lap, my arousal obvious and throbbing. Without turning, she giggled into the pillows. "I'm going to get you for that."

"I'll look forward to it." I grinned, pressing my crotch into her palm. "�when you're done."

Chapter 3 - "A True Work of Art"

I continued to work, carrying the yellow around her full, round hips, rolling her onto her sides as I completed the back and sides of the "suit." I turned her back onto her stomach and laid in a darker outline of gray, creating the thin "shadow" of swimsuit against skin. Then, with a very fine marker, I actually drew in threads to simulate the stitching of the "suit." The effect as she lay in the sea of pillows was uncanny. If not for the slope and space between the cheeks of her bottom, you'd have thought she was fully covered. I was VERY pleased.
We took a short break before beginning the front of the "suit." I sat in front of her, feeding her slices of fresh fruit. I opened the Chardonnay and she helped herself to a large glass as we waited, ensuring that the paint was dry before turning her over. Our hunger satiated, (our hunger for "food" anyway�) I tested the dryness of the lemon-yellow paint with my finger.

"I think you're done." I joked, "Time to turn over and start the hard part."

Megan swallowed and raised up on her knees, her large, firm tits swaying deliciously, reminding us both that she was naked. She turned over and suspending her weight with her fingertips, gently lowered her bottom to the soft, pillow covered floor, being careful not to smudge the work we'd already completed. She took my hand and I gently lowered her onto her back, the sweet smell of her overwhelming me. I was again treated to the sight of her blatant nakedness, her breasts laying sweetly against her chest, the curls of her pubic hair matted and damp. I slid my hand under her head, at the base of her neck and I brushed her flaming locks out from under her, spreading them over the pillow in an erotic explosion of flaming auburn red.

"Put your arms out so I can get to your sides." I instructed.

"No tickling" she giggled, raising her arms up from her body.

"My God, you ARE magnificent." I uttered, unable to contain my admiration.

She smiled, closing her eyes in a combination of delight and embarrassment. The yellow of the suit lapped at her sides, creeping up over her hips in uneven strokes. Her breasts were soft and heavy, firmly sloping from her chest, the white skin contrasting her dark tan and the yellow paint. Her nipples stood at full attention and I glanced at her pussy, noticing that it was becoming wet again. I prepared to begin to paint the front of her, rolling my brush in the yellow paint. Her legs were pressed together, the curls of her pubic hair, beautiful and erotic. I marveled at the breathtaking, perfectly proportioned curves of her thighs and the sunlight bounced off of them, creating a highlight that I knew I would try to re-create in the future. She took a deep breath and sighed.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"I'm so horny, � how do you feel about fucking your clients?" She asked, stopping me in my tracks.

"I, � uhm, Geez, I uh, I have no idea how to respond to that." I answered, shocked and totally caught off guard.

She grinned again, closing her eyes. I got back to work, rattled, drawing the yellow color up from her sides, leaning over her as I painted. I covered her delicate white breast, fascinated as the areola puckered and shrunk, her nipples firmly pointing into the air. I brushed the bristles of the brush over her nipples, covering and teasing them further. She arched her back and peeked at me, a delicious grimace on her face.

"You're enjoying this aren't you? � By the way, you're getting it on you." She winced, nodding at the front of my shirt.

I had yellow all over the front of my shirt, my loose shirt-tails brushing against her side. I leaned back and pulled it over my head, exposing my firmly muscled chest and stomach to her for the first time. I continued to paint her breasts, wanting to suck those wonderful nipples, my stomach and side rubbing against her naked skin.

"Don't stop there � keep going." She chided, looking at me eagerly.

"That's enough from the peanut gallery." I reprimanded, swirling the brush around her nipple. "You're distracting me � from my � work." I focused my attention on her firm pink tit and proceeded to paint over it again and again, the bristles licking at her sensitivity. Megan bit her lip, her eyes closed tightly with pleasure as I worked.

After covering her breasts with yellow, I moved up over her chest and collarbones, creating a high neckline. We giggled at each other as I worked on her neck, Megan making faces at me as I tried to concentrate. Upon completion of the neckline I migrated to her mid-section and she once again became very quiet. She took advantage of any opportunity to brush her hand against my crotch, ensuring that I was aroused the entire time. Each time she did so, she'd smile sweetly and apologize � "Ohhhh, I'm sorry." I shifted on the floor, my legs under me, my back to her as I turned my attention to her tummy and lower body. I loaded the brush and leaned across her, my brush carrying the yellow onto her flat, smooth stomach. I reached her hips and drew in my breath as I ran my brush over her pubic bone, approaching the riveting column of her most intimate area. Then, as if to re-assure me, she reached up and caressed my bare back, gently running her manicured nails over it. I continued to paint, my brush traveling around her patch of pubic hair, working it's way closer and closer to her warm, wet slit. She continued to caress and gently scratch my back, deep, content breaths advancing from her beaming face. I reached the tip of her pubic hair and reloaded my brush. I paused and she gently spread her legs, her juices soaking her inner thighs, a drop clinging to a matted curl of her auburn sweetness. I brought the brush down and covered her pubic area, the yellow paint covering her lovely curls, an erotic design of lines and color coming to life before my eyes. I then completed the edges of the "suit." Using a finer brush tip, I crisped up the edges and with my fine marker, enhanced the illusion by creating volume and shadows.

I stood up, Megan's eyes popping open, expectantly. "Stay there � I want to see if we missed anywhere." I warned her.

Megan looked incredible. The illusion that she was clad in a tight, lemon-yellow suit was complete and convincing. The last step to the design was to complete the red-orange swirl to make it appear to be a true swimsuit. I wanted the swirl to look almost tie-dyed in it's consistency and had a hunch how I could accomplish this task. I gave Megan a moment to rest and washed out all my yellow brushes. Upon my return, the yellow was completely dry. I loaded a 2" brush with bright, ruby-red. I knelt over Megan and began to thickly paint in a large circular motion. Beginning just below her breasts, I painted a 3" wide, red line, expanding outward in a circle, making it larger as it expanded, until I reached her neckline at the top of her "suit", and the tip of her pubic bone below. I then laid a thin, uneven line of white on each side, topped with intermittent splashes of orange along the swirl also. This all took less than 15 minutes and I could tell that Megan was aware of the decidedly rushed activity of this portion of the process.

"Now, lay really still." I ordered her.

I reached into my brush case and came back with a 4" Fan blender. This type of brush is called a fan blender because it's shaped like a hand fan, thin at the base, flaring out to a semi-circle at the top. It's used to blend colors because it's extremely soft bristled and loosely packed. I leaned over her again, my gaze going to her matted but lovely pubic hair. I placed the brush between her tits and swept it lightly, softly back and forth, joining the red, orange and white into an erratic splash of color, the edges appearing and disappearing into the yellow of her "suit." It worked perfectly, drawing uneven streaks of color, blending and stretching them to look like they'd "run" when they were dyed into the fabric.
A much more intriguing consequence of this technique was what it was doing to Megan. The sensation of the soft bristles, sweeping across her skin was driving her crazy! I moved the colors across her breasts and she arched her back, her nipples solid and raised, moaning as I worked. I blended the entire swirl, virtually completing the front of the suit in a matter of minutes. Megan was breathing quickly and I turned her onto her side, applying splashes of red and orange to her hips, drawing the similar colors into the back of the suit to make the pattern appear "real". I turned Megan onto all fours and applied a smaller swirl of red, orange and white to the small of her back, frantically blending it with the larger brush. I could see when she turned over that Megan was aroused and very wet. The insides of her thighs glistened with her juices as she allowed me to tenderly smooth the colors. She may have been painted, but it was apparent that she felt VERY naked and VERY exposed.
With a final flick of my brush, she was finished. I helped Megan stand up and I carefully checked the crisp lines that delineated where the "suit" began and ended. I re-touched an area here or there and darkened a spot there and here with my marker. Then, with a satisfied smirk, I sent Megan into the bedroom to the full-length mirror.

She greeted her reflection with a joyful squeal of delight. "Oh my God, it looks SO good! You did a fantastic job!" She giggled excitedly. "Let's take pictures! Gosh, I'm so hot, let's do it right now!"

I left the brushes and art supplies and still shirtless, led her to the patio. My studio is attached to my house and the patio overlooked the pool � a perfect backdrop for her "swimsuit" shots. I had already set my digital camera up on the tripod and eagerly flashed away as Megan "went to work." She was ravishing to watch and her unsupported breasts bounced wonderfully as she moved. She did all the traditional poses and plenty of untraditional ones too. I loved the way that she looked � covered, but upon closer examination, you could see the swell of her tits as they lay against her chest. Her nipples appeared to be hidden, but the firm, points were so obvious, the texture of her aroused areola was totally visible to the discerning eye. Her beautiful ass, supposedly covered, with the swell and perfect, beautiful crack of her ass, there for all to see, leading your eye to her deliciously bare pussylips below. This was one of the most erotic experiences of my life � and she was clearly as aroused as I was � dancing and posing � sensuous and nude.
My favorite photo came about purely by accident. She got carried away and touched her still slightly damp tummy. Some of the paint came off on her palm. She giggled and holding her outstretched palm in front of her face, looked at the camera through her outstretched fingers. The colors and pattern on her hand mirrored the colors and pattern of her tummy and "suit." In the photo, her other hand is demurely covering her pussy, implying that there is something to be seen there also. Her raging auburn hair is tossed, her lips are full, pouty and ruby-red, a playful grin spread over her face. Her deep green eyes are blazing with passion and desire, a wondrous "picture" of fire and ice. The thrust of her hips accentuates the curves of her figure and her breasts lay pouting, yearning and inviting against her chest � her nipples compact and begging for a touch. That was the photo that I wanted for my portfolio and the charm and loveliness of it caused all the others to pale in comparison.

"Well, that's a wrap I think." I said, the camera's picture card full. "You, my dear, are indescribably gorgeous! I know you'll be happy with these pictures."

"Great. Tell me � does this come off very easily?" She asked stepping closer.

"It's supposed to come off with soap and a little bit of rubbing." I replied.

She pleced her arms around my neck and leaned into me, her painted nipples and breasts coming into contact with my firm, tanned chest, a hint of red appearing on my skin. "You mean, rubbing, like this?" She asked, her tits sliding across my skin, colors flooding onto my flesh.

I couldn't take it anymore and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her deeply, our tongues wildly exploring each other, the taste of wine and passion intermingling between us. I ran my hands over her nude body, half-expecting to feel the stretched fabric of her "swimsuit." Instead, all I felt was an intoxicating softness and I ran my hands all over her, losing myself in her spell.
Megan's hands dropped to my waist and she roughly tugged at my shorts, yanking them to the ground, exposing first, my thick mound of curly brown pubic hair, then my hardened cock, erect and ready, the crown, flushed red with desire. I pulled her to me and our naked bodies met, our lips joining again. I reached for her and grasped the firmness of her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, the moisture of her wanting pussy dripping from her slit. I reached in front of her and pressed my palm against the boiling heat of her pubic mound, fondling her matted, yellow and red painted pubic hair. I dug my fingertips into her sopping hole, the pink folds of her cunt yielding as I pressed into them. I found her clit and massaged it between my fingers. She twitched as I found her sweet spot and moaned to me.

"Ooohhh, fuck me � please."

Not one to disappoint, I turned her, bending her over the heavy wooden porch swing on my patio. She leaned forward, spreading her legs, the cheeks of her ass open, all her glory on display. The paint of her "suit" was smudged and smeared. It was all over her, and all over me. I gazed at the pink target, her pussy-lips swollen and tender, her desire dripping from her opening. I held my throbbing cock as I thrust it into her warm, dripping slit. I pressed into her, her moan turning to a squeal of pleasure as my cock slid into her warmth. My chest and stomach were a muted blend of yellow, red and oranges, my thick mound of curly brown pubic hair crested with yellow paint. I pounded into her deeply and deliberately, wanting her to take me completely and almost immediately she began to shudder and shake with her impending orgasm. She shook, her head lolling forward and I could feel her cum gushing as I pushed in and out of her, her juices sopping against my cock, dripping down onto my balls.
I pulled out of her, repositioned myself slightly and spread her ass cheeks, exposing the tight enticing ring of her asshole. Glancing at my slippery member, I pressed my cock eagerly into her intimate and tight little hole. "Oohhh Mmmyyyyyyy�" she screamed, my next thrust cutting her off, not allowing her to finish. I reached around her, fingering her slippery pussy as I fucked her asshole. She was so incredibly tight, that I thought I would only last a few seconds. Instead, she seemed to relax, and I thrust my wand into her again and again, rolling her clit between my fingers simultaneously. As I began to climax, I took hold of her painted breast with my other hand, squeezing, pulling myself into her ass. She began to tense and I pressed into her, cumming violently, shooting a huge load of my creamy-white sperm into her ass. I immediately pulled out and stroked my glistening member, squirting several more streams of my cum onto her outstretched back and ass, the beads of white warmly spraying her skin. The sensation of my cum seemed to push her over the edge and she again began to lurch and shudder, as I again took her throbbing clit between my fingers. Again she twitched and she moaned sweetly, spraying my hand with her sex as she climaxed.
I held her from behind as the waves of her orgasm subsided. I turning her to face me and looked admiringly into her eyes, overcome with her beauty. I kissed her again, my tongue darting teasingly over her face playfully, before intensely entering her, the emotion of the moment erupting. I looked into her eyes again, amazed by this erotic beauty, her body trembling with splashing color, smeared with her sex and my cum. I held her and we sunk into the porch swing, me drawing her into my arms as I stroked her raven red hair.

"Thank you." I whispered.

She smiled and nuzzled her face into my yellow-red streaked chest. I held her for what seemed like hours, feeling her heart beat, until she had to go. She dove into the pool; remnants of the body paint trailing behind her as she cut through the water. I followed her into the cooling water, watching fascinated as the waves washed me clean.
Her beauty was even more breathtaking when she exited the water, one of the towels from my studio claiming the last of the paint from her golden skin. She dressed and I pulled on my shorts, kissing her tenderly, my tongue darting into hers. I watched her wiggle out to her car, a disc full of photos clutched in her hand. Her hair was still wet and I swooned as I watched her go, my gaze going to my copy of the same disc. I smiled to myself, turning the business card with her home phone number on it over in my hand. Well, tomorrow it was back to work. At the same time, I couldn't wait until next week. Having mastered a one-piece swimsuit, Megan and I were going to try our hand at painting a bikini. But, � I'd pointed out, that would require me giving her a "trim".

�But that's another story altogether.

THE END