Tag: painting

Being an engineer I could design skyscrapers and city streets but trying to renovate my own office was a disaster.  No matter what project I started, I uncovered roadblocks and hiccups.  You were no help, just an observer with a smart little mouth explaining how I should of handled things *after* they went wrong.  Today a perfect example as my foot slips from the ladder as I am painting the far wall bringing a gallon of paint down over my shirt and jeans.  Your suggestion after hysterical laughter “maybe you should of used paint clothes instead of your new shirt?”  

You tell me to take off the ruined clothes while you go to my car to get my gym bag.  I strip down and clean off my hands and left arm with an old drop cloth rag as you return with a evil little smirk.  “Oh I forgot I took your gym bag out at the house to bring over those extra boxes.  I guess you will just have to stand there looking pretty while I run back to the house.”

“I guess I don’t have much choice do I, glad the IT guy is not coming in today.” Your continued humor at my expense turned as you started to leave “Well maybe he would feel sorry for you and lower his prices?” I rushed at you as your laughter turned to shock as I grabbed you and tossed you over my shoulder.  I smacked the back of your denims hard a few times as I spun you around.  “maybe you booby trapped my ladder so you could poke fun at me today hmmmm smart mouth.” You squeal as I spank you over my shoulder until I plop you down on my drafting table.  We both laugh as I step between your legs and we kiss.  “I think if I am standing her naked because you forgot to put my clothes back in the car that you need to be naked too.” I start to undress you before you could protest, but we both know you were not going to protest.

Laying you back on the table, kissing across your body as you heat up.  My strong hands roaming your soft skin as you pull me into another deep kiss.  We both knew this table had been used by us for things other than work before.  Again my mouth moved across your body till your legs found rest on my shoulders.  Your moans echoed in the cluttered room as I took you through waves of orgasms in our passion filled afternoon.  Ending in both of us overheated, breathing heavy, and pressed naked to each other.  Not much accomplished in regards to the renovation but a perfect afternoon with my beautiful yet obnoxious lover.

You were with friends at a gallery event late last night when you were admiring several erotic pieces.  You let the conversation on how talented and arousing the artist’s work was to you.  Little did you realize she was standing beside you with a few critics discussing her vision.  She looked over at the velvet voice praising her and immediately excused herself to walk over to you.  When she introduced herself you blushed that she heard your fawning over one of her paintings.  “I had hoped it would sell for a few thousand dollars tonight but I want you to have it, on one condition.” you heart fluttered in excitement by her light touch on your arm as you talked.  “Pose for me tomorrow in my studio” you shook your head in disbelieve as your friends encouraged you, you must.  So timidly you agreed as she smiled and bid you a good night.

The next morning you showered, shaved, powdered, and perfumed your body in preparation.  Struggling greatly on what to wear as you found nothing pleasing until you saw it.  Your long black trench, how artist it would be to show only wearing this.  You couldn’t?  You would offend her?  But as your mind recalled her other pieces you knew you must.  A cab ride to her studio you walked in to a private session with her.  She boldly kissed you with a lovers passion then walked with you holding your hand over to the canvas room.  She smiled warmly as she pulled the ties off the coat to watch your creamy body slightly bare itself.  She let it sit on your shoulders as she admired you, the coat partially open teasing her senses.  She then unbuttoned her own blouse in hopes you would share a special bond during your time together.  Then she slipped the coat off of you as her top slid down her arms to settle against her arms.  You stood confident although your insides were turning.  

Every touch of her hand melted you, molded you.  When she was done painting you she did not turn and show it to you she just walked over and kissed you again.  That by far will be my most popular piece, I have never been so wet painting someone before.  You confessed your sexual adrenaline was rushing through your body.  She took your hand and led you to her bedroom and you found a new way to create beauty together in the heat of passion.