"Lie down!" I said forcefully through a giggle. He just stood there and stared at me like I was crazy. Standing underneath the black light he looked 12 times better than Adonis. My eyes gazed lustfully at his body, stopping at the glow in the dark condom. I began to giggle again.
"What did you do with my clothes? I'm leaving." I've made him angry. He doesn't yet understand the game I want to play. He doesn't understand why every light in my studio apartment now gives the eerie glow of a black light, why all my furniture is moved and covered with tarp, why there are unopened cans of paint, why there's a large piece of canvas on the floor...
"Chill out. You're gonna have lots of fun in a few" I say as I begin popping open the paint cans. Within in minutes, the paint begins to glow in neon shades. I strip.
I dipped my hands in the green and blue paints then walk up to him. I leave hand prints on his chest and colorful streaks down each arm to his hands. I pull him towards me, onto the canvas, and allow my knees to buckle so that we both fall onto it. With paint now smeared on me, I roll on top of him. I dip my hands in two new colors and work my way down his body. I stop at his thighs.
"Are you gonna get dirty too?" he asks. "Only if you make me that way," I reply. And just like that, the paint war begin. We tackle each other trying to get our hands in the paint and then trying to get the paint on each other. Our bodies roll across the canvas leaving prints of every body part imaginable. I'm starting to wonder if this paint is non toxic because of the places it's getting into.
When the teasing of our bodies rolling against each other becomes too much of a tease for me, I took off the condom. He looks at me, slightly alarmed, but I think he finally gets its purpose. I cover his non paint covered member with my mouth. Trails of spit trickled down my chin and his balls and I continued to bob up and down on his dick. Just as I feel him to stiffen and strain in my mouth I stop.
I would lick every part of his body but he's covered in paint. I just go to his mouth and straddle him. I ease down on his hardness and begin to bounce slowly. He rolls me over into our painted mess and pins my hands above my head. He makes slow deliberate strokes as I squirm beneath him. I arch my pelvis to meet every thrust as he speeds up. My back arches up violent as his thrusts become and deeper, harder and faster. I bit my bottom lip to resist biting his paint covered shoulder. My fingers slide in the paint on his back as I try to dig my nails into something...
Naked, and covered in drying paint, we looked down on our masterpiece. Sections distinctly telling the story of the tryst we just shared. If only I had someone photographing the whole things....
