The Canvas

“I need to get out of this car.”

Ed and I were on the fourth leg of our journey from Naples, Florida to our summer home in Cape Cod. We were in the countryside and decided to get off the highway to explore the local area and stay overnight at a local inn.

After checking in and freshening up, we went to the front desk clerk for a recommendation on where to eat. The clerk mentioned a few fast-food eateries, then realized that we wanted something different.

“If you don’t mind a bar atmosphere, there is O’Brien’s Irish House a mile down the road. It has great food.”

“That may work. Sound appealing?” Ed asked.

“I’m starving, let’s go.”

With its dark woods, Jameson, Bushmills, and Guiness signs, the bar was loaded with Irish charm. The smells of food being grilled added to the homey feeling. We selected a booth to the side of the bar. The two women sitting on the bar stools were engaged in conversation and mentioned Key West. This stirred my interest. I jumped into their conversation.

“Are you guys headed to Florida?”

Both were mid-thirties, perky, and their clothes showed splashes of vivid color. I am thinking “right-brained and artsy.”

“Yes, we are going down to check it out. We are planning to enter the body painting contest at the Fantasy Fest in October.”

“Interesting. We just came from Florida. Prepare yourselves for some brutal heat.”

Then, Ed and I made eye contact. The ‘okay’ was mutual. We invited Sarah and Bonnie to join us in the booth.

“So, you are body artists? Is that your trade or hobby?” Ed asked.

“A little bit of both,” Sarah answered. “We are both professors at Columbia University in New York City. Body art is our side fun and growing business.”

“Sounds like something that we should look into.” Ken said. “Perhaps, a little demo is in order?”

There was a lone pool table in the rear. Bonnie homed in on it.

“Anyone for some eight ball?” she asked.

“Sounds good to me,” I responded. “Its been a long day. Playtime is a definite imperative.”

“Best three out of five games claims a prize?” Bonnie asked.

“Sounds good. Liz and I against you guys.” Ken said.

I was curious as to what the prizes were going to be. Ken and I did not address it and after all the dinner wine that we consumed, we just went with the flow of things.

Racking the balls was the only thing we did right. The old green felt did not treat us well. Or maybe, we were just curious to see what they would claim for a prize. We lost three in a row.

“So, what is your desire for a prize?” Ken asked.

We would like you to be our canvas.” Sarah said.

“You want to paint me?”

“It will be fun.”

“A bit messy, no?”

We left the bar and joined up at their room at the nearby motel. Sarah and Bonnie showed up with a box labeled edible body paint and a few application brushes.

“We need to prep the canvas.” Sarah said.

Translation: They removed my clothes and took me into the bathroom.

I was completely under their control and loving every moment.

Being in a hot bath with two women rubbing their hands all over your body is something everyone should experience. Glorious.

The disposable razor then glided over everywhere. When they were finished, the only bit of hair left was on my head. They had to coax me out of the bath tub. Two soft and fluffy towels waited for my exit, so I did not complain too much.

Ed was patiently waiting for the prep work to be finished. When I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in towel, he perked up.

“You look clean,” he said with an amused smirk.

Bonnie and Sarah then opened a suitcase that was filled with the tools of their trade, edible body paint and a few artist paint brushes. They unwrapped me and I was on display and ready to go.

They each took a side and began with circles around my boobs and across the back. Then, my legs were parted and the two brushed softly over my womanhood.The sensation of the soft brushes felt luxurious. The long, smooth strokes awakened every part of my body. I closed my eyes and savored each sensation. The sweet smell of vanilla cream, chocolate and strawberry radiated throughout the room.

Giving up control of my body intensified the sensations. Must be a bondage thing.

Ed was invited to grab a brush and follow their lead. He was delighted.

At the conclusion, I resembled a Jackson Pollack abstract expressionist original.

This was only the first part of the experience. Now the candy paint had to be removed. I just laid back as their tongues got busy. Yum.

Ed

Watching her go from being an empty canvas to a living work of art was a complete turn on. The clean up was also orgasmic. The three of us were all over her body, sensing her increased arousal and culminating in her body shaking orgasms. Not to be denied, my erection popped up and joined the fun. Had to keep it under control. Did not want to mar the artwork. Eventually, it won out.

The day could not have been more fun. The girls were intelligent, creative, and great companions.

This trip has been the best that you can ask out of life. Good food, great people, and the best experiences. It will be interesting to see what happens when we get back to Cape Cod.

We welcome any feedback and ideas for new adventures