The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 10 - Sex Stories

The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 10

... along with my shaving razor and a folded piece of paper that read: "For my beautiful canvas. Get yourself clean before I get you all dirty. Love, Shane" Not exactly sure what was in store for me, I mixed the bath crystals in with the piping hot water and hopped into the tub. It was all so relaxing, I almost didn't hear Shane come into the room and sneak up behind me. He was already nude, and already hard. "Mmm, this is wonderful," I sighed, giving his beautifully curved cock an appreciative squeeze. Without a word, Shane knelt beside the tub and began kneading the tension from my neck and shoulders. God, that man was good with his hands . I reclined in the water, lazily playing with my horny little nipples; pleasuring myself just enough to take the edge off. Once my muscles were as loose as the water around them, Shane shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp while I cooed like a baby. Then he soaped up his hands and gently cleaned every inch of my naked skin--taking extra time when he got to my boobs. When he'd finally finished cleaning my body, Shane picked up my razor and whispered, "I need you smooth for what comes next." I reached over to take the razor, but Shane shook his head, saying, "You just keep relaxing, I'll take care of everything." Pulse racing, I raised my hips to give him access. It was incredible, having someone else shave me smooth down there; trusting him with a razor so close to the most sensitive spot on my body. But Shane was so calm, and his touch was ...

... so deft and gentle, that the experience wound up being both incredibly intimate and unbelievably arousing. Actually, that's underselling it. It got me horny as FUCK. When Shane had finished, he towelled me off and--both of us still buck naked--he led me by the hand into the main room. The coffee table had been moved against the wall, and a painter’s drop cloth was stretched out across the carpet. A single black bar stool stood erect in the center or the room. "Take a seat," Shane said. I hopped up onto the bar stool, fidgeting nervously as he disappeared into the kitchen and re-emerged a moment later, carrying some paintbrushes and a tray of plastic cups filled with colored liquid. "Is that paint?" I asked. "Because it smells more like--" "Dessert," Shane nodded. "I thought a lot about the best way to make your bodypainting fantasy come true, and I decided the most fun for everyone would be if I cooked up some edible paint." "Edible paint?" He smirked, carefully setting his art materials on the floor. "You'd be surprised what you can do with some berries, food coloring, and a little powdered sugar. It took a little research and lot of experimentation, but I finally got a good palette of paints to work with. Won't be quite as detailed as those Sports Illustrated pictures you like, but the experience should be a lot more fun." "And when we're done, you can lick it off?" "Maybe," he smirked. I clapped my hands excitedly. "What are you gonna paint on me?" Shane didn't answer. He ...