“Oh, Mr. Kline, we are thrilled to have you, and uh, your friend here,” she gushes at him before looking at me. I try not to fidget under her scrutiny. I know she’s wondering what he’s doing with me, heck, I’m sort of wondering the same thing, but I don’t let it show. I smirk at the woman and wrap my arms around Reagan’s waist and smile at her. She stutters, “Please, follow me, and I’ll take you right back.”
I follow behind them and as soon as we’re in, the woman puts her hand on Reagan. “If you need anything, please let me know.”
He gently pulls away from her. “We’ll be fine. Thank you.”
I watch as she walks out and then I look at the room. There’s paper covering the walls, a big drop cloth in the center and a table set up with paints. “What is this place?”
“We’re going to body paint.” He walks to the edge of the room and starts taking off his shoes. Then his socks, then his shirt. Somewhere in there, I forget that I’m supposed to be breathing. When it hits me, I take a deep breath and drag oxygen into my lungs.
“Body paint? Like paint our bodies?” In fact, I can’t take my eyes off his. I know I should be looking at his eyes, but I can’t look away from his hard, muscled body. I’ve never seen perfection like this.
He stalks over to me, taking the bag that’s holding my sunscreen and towel off my shoulder. When he sets it aside, his hands come back and caress my shoulders. “I’m going to paint your body and you’re going to paint mine,” he tells me, his eyes taking me in.
I gasp at his words. “Uh, you’re going to paint me?”
He laughs and his deep voice echoes off the walls of the room. “Yes. This is supposed to be freeing, let us get to know each other and be more comfortable with each other. Are you okay with this?”
His worried expression snaps me out of it. All the men I’ve dated before had me planning the night out. And now I have Reagan who made all these plans for something new and exciting and I refuse to be a stick in the mud. “Sounds fun. But I’m a little shy about uh, my body.”
He just shakes his head. “You won’t be for long. Can I paint you first?”
I barely nod my head and he’s got his hands on my shirt helping me out of my clothes. When I’m standing in front of him, he lets out a low whistle and my face turns red. “I had no idea.” He grunts the words at me before turning away toward the paints.
I stand in the middle of the drop cloth and he comes at me with paint brushes and a tray of paints. He starts at my arm, painting a smiley face. Then he moves to my shoulders and my collarbone. When he drops to his knees, I can feel his breath run over my stomach as he paints swirls, hearts, and flowers on my exposed stomach, hips and thighs. My knees go weak as though I might melt onto the floor at any moment.
Reagan
It’s so tempting to dip my face and nuzzle her pussy through the bottoms she’s wearing. I can smell her arousal through the thin material and it’s driving me crazy. I’m learning every curve of her body and I wish I was using my tongue, or fuck, even my hand instead of a paintbrush. When I paint her thighs, she moans, spreading her legs apart. It would take hardly any effort on my part to slide her bottoms to the side and take just one taste of her. But I don’t.
When I paint behind her knee, she starts to giggle and jerk, laughing like I’m tickling her. “Reagan. No, I’m ticklish there.”
I grab on to her thighs, pulling her toward me again. “Good to know,” I tell her huskily.
She’s staring down at me and I’m looking up at her. I know she’s turned on, because I’m sure the same look I see in her eyes can be found in mine. She takes the paintbrush from my hand. “My turn.”
I stand on the same drop cloth in only my swimming trunks as she starts to swipe the brush across my body. Her full breasts brush up against my chest and biceps as she moves around to paint tribal symbols on me. I’m hard as a rock at first contact. She takes her time, painting my pecs and abs with admiration shining in her eyes.
When she licks her lips and bends forward to paint my lower abdomen I think I’m going to lose it right then. The image of those perfect bowed lips wrapped around my cock fills my head and I can’t shake the image no matter how hard I try. I try to hide my erection, but I’m pretty sure she’s aware of my physical response to her.