by Jamie Knight
I dipped my hand into another tub of paint, green, but this time I ran after Gina. Stretching my hand, I tried but failed to grab her. We burst into uncontrollable laughter and kept chasing each other until we were both sweaty and out of breath.
“Oh my God, Elijah, I haven’t run like that in a long time,” Gina complained in the middle of laughter.
She bent over, supporting her body against her knees. The fabric of the dress she wore was now wet in paint, hugging every curve of her body, leaving so little to the imagination. Gina was so beautiful. Her full, firm breasts were the first thing my eyes noticed when she stood upright to catch some air. The dress traced the curve made by her navel then over her wide hips, dripping paint right above her knees. She didn’t seem to mind that she was covered and wet. All that seemed to matter was her happiness.
“You’re so beautiful, Gina,” the words seemed to escape from my mouth.
She blushed, bit her lower lip then licked the sweat dripping from her face down over her lips. I wanted to taste her lips so badly. I wanted to grab her arm, pull her body towards mine, then kiss her until she was out of breath. But I knew my moment would come. I would kiss and savor her lips.
“Is that all you got, Elijah?” she responded both suggestively and sarcastically, trying to hold back a laugh.
The question felt like a dare. Gina had just dared me to do something about her beauty other than complimenting her. Wow! She was bold, daring. I had never met a woman so bold before today.
I stood upright with a broad smile on my face, then chased after Gina one last time. This time she let me grab her. My body towered over her; I could feel her cheek on my bare chest. Her arms were wrapped around my waist. Her sweaty face stared directly into mine.
She was so beautiful. I could live my whole life in this moment right here. No woman had ever made me feel the way I felt about her in the whole forty-one years of my existence. Gina was so adorable; I could feel every nerve in my body screaming at me to kiss her.
I leaned in, planted a soft kiss on her lips then withdrew for a micro minute. She slowly raised her body higher to me, then landed another kiss on my lips. I didn’t hesitate. I couldn’t. I began kissing her back slowly with my hands now gripping her ass.
Her lips were soft. I could taste bubble-gum lip gloss in my mouth. She felt like a goddess, so divine, in my arms. We kissed slowly for a short while, then picked up speed. She bit my lip, forcing me to let out a small moan. I bit hers back. She grinned a little, proceeding to slide her tongue deeper into my mouth. We swirled our tongues around each other for a while before pulling back and staring at each other in smiles.
It was then that I realized the canvass had been brought to life by our bumps. Different colors had been painted all over on it. I loved the piece of art that we had created instantly.
Chapter Five - Gina
Standing beside the canvas we had just painted a few moments ago, I couldn’t help but admire the man who stood beside it. His broad, crooked smile was written all over his face. Elijah was beaming with joy. I could almost swear I saw tears in his eyes. I couldn’t believe I was capable of charming a man, let alone a billionaire. I was going to remember this day for a long time.
He walked over then gathered me in his arms. His tight but gentle grip made me feel so small. I felt safe, secure, like he wouldn’t let anything harm me or touch me. I forgot all my insecurities for a moment, hoping his embrace would last forever. I wanted it to. God knows how much I wanted this moment to last a lifetime.
He looked into my eyes for a long moment, ran his left hand from my shoulder to my chin, cupping it gently as he leaned in for another kiss. I stood there, eyes closed in admiration, as Elijah’s hand moved slowly down my chest, gently but firmly grasping my right breast. I felt a thrill going through my vibrant young body. I felt a great desire to slip my hand beneath my dress and cup my other aching tit. I could swear Elijah read my mind. He grabbed my other tit, rolled my nipples gently between his thumb and forefinger, then carefully massaged my pliant flesh warmly. I let out a moan.
I could feel his cock bulging inside his jeans as he ground softly in rhythm against my belly. I wanted him so bad.
All the while, my eyes were tightly shut as I savored the whole experience with great pleasure. I felt him begin moving his left hand from my now tender right breast. He traced my skin towards the neck and began unbuttoning my dress. I opened my mouth to allow his warm tongue to enter, letting out a sigh in between passionate kisses.
Elijah had an effect on me, this man, a huge one. I felt helpless, my heart throbbing profusely against my chest. His soft, gentle touch on my skin sent shivers across my body. I had never felt that way before.
He slowly started loosening the knot tied behind my dress. Cleverly, he slipped his left hand inside to feel the now full warmness of my naked, sensitive flesh. He must’ve felt the stiffening of my skin against his palm because he loosened his grip on me and our mouths parted.
I could feel a slight tension rising between us. I don’t know why, but I felt nervous like things were moving too fast for me. Maybe all I wanted was a little breather.
“Are you okay, Gina?” Elijah asked in between catching his breath, showing concern. He took a step back, leaning against the wall to relax.
I craved and admired his affection, but I felt things were moving too fast.
“Forgive my naivety, Elijah.”
I couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore, partly because of shame but mostly because I felt like I had ruined what was probably my best experience with a man. I could almost feel tears forming in my eyes. What had I done? Why had I ruined the moment?
He took two strides in my direction, took my face in his hands, looked straight in my eyes, and said the most romantic words I’d ever heard. “We’ll take it slow; you have nothing to be ashamed of, Gina. You’re the most beautiful woman I have met. I desire you so badly.”
His mouth crashed in mine for a passionate kiss. I felt my whole melt into lust and desire. Elijah knew precisely how to make me want him; he used that power over me so well. I was smitten.
In the middle of our passionate kissing and now loud moans, he took hold of my left wrist, guiding it towards the bulge in the front of his denim jeans. The moment my fingers closed about his stiff prick, he let out a sigh, closing his eyes. I squeezed a little bit, he let out an even louder sigh. I could feel his cock furiously throbbing inside his trousers, begging for its master to grant it freedom. He felt big in my small palm. I could see he loved what I was doing to him.
Without warning, Elijah took a step back so that I lost my grip on his member. I opened my eyes so that my gaze met his. He took off his boots and socks, our eyes still locked. Then he went to unbuckle his black cowboy belt.
I knew what was about to happen. My heart sunk into the lowest ebb. I could feel butterflies in my stomach. He was going to undress right in front of my eyes.
Elijah was so masculine, a result of probably long hours working out. His shirtless body already sent chills down my spine. The thought of his naked body standing in front of me aroused me even more. His left hand pulled the length of his belt, dropping it on the floor. His gaze was digging through my eyes. He knew he had an effect on me I couldn’t resist.
He moved to unbutton his trousers’ button, using both hands, pushing his trousers down to his knees before using his feet to completely eliminate them. I could see his Calvin Klein boxer briefs struggling to contain his fully erect cock.
Oh my God, he is so big.
Standing in an upright posture, his eyes still tormenting mine, Elijah let his long hands hang freely at his side. He took long, deep breaths, proceeding to slowly pull down his boxer briefs. He stood there in his mighty nakedness, almost looking proud, confident of himself. My eyes could not resist taking a look at his fully erect prick. I felt the heat between my legs intensify, the pints of blood cruising through my veins accelerating, my heart, oh my p
oor heart, beating fast inside my chest.
Elijah took two steps towards me so that he towered over me, taking my right hand. His warm, fully erect cock brushed against my belly. I loved the confidence in him. He led me to the paint tubs close to us, still clinging to my right hand, then dipped my index finger into the black paint. Ordering me to paint against his naked body using my wet finger as a painting brush, he let go of my hand, stood a foot away from me, and silently breathed in and out.
My heart and soul were now wholly blown away by him. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him right here and now.
I drew a line cutting across his left shoulder all the way to his right ribs while looking at his face. His eyes were tightly shut. I could tell he was defying all the urges in his body by not grabbing me, doing whatever he wanted with me. I could feel his heart beating simultaneously with mine. His cock twitched rhythmically. I so desperately wanted to touch it but resisted the urge because I wanted to obey his command to paint him.
I dipped my whole hand in the pink tub, spread my fingers so that some of the paint would drip away, and drew lines across his chest. Elijah moaned loudly, keeping his eyes shut. I covered his chest in lines of different colors, loving every bit of it.
I once again dipped my hand in paint, but I wanted to paint the abs on his belly this time. I fell on my knees before him, drawing vertical lines starting from his near his chest, descending down his crotch, intentionally avoiding his erect cock. He let out a loud moan but still stood there, legs apart, hands hanging freely on his sides. His eyes still remained tightly shut. I felt powerful, in control. I was enjoying myself.
The urge to paint his cock was so strong and consuming, but the urge to please Elijah was stronger. I slowly lowered my head to his groin so that his cock was directly in front of my lips then opened my mouth. He stiffened a little bit; I could swear he must’ve bitten his lower lip. I pushed my tongue out of my mouth and slightly pushed my head towards him. His warm cock throbbed inside my mouth.
Chapter Six - Elijah
Her tongue on my cock sent shivers down my spine and spasms across my entire body. I could feel my muscles stiffen underneath my skin, blood rushing in my veins. My heart pounded ruthlessly inside my chest, pumping pints of blood towards my fully erect cock inside Gina’s warm mouth.
My legs could no longer support my weight. My knees gradually gave in. I knew instantly that I needed to lean myself against something.
I opened my eyes. The sight of Gina’s beautiful face bobbing up and down my cock was sensational. Her right hand sat harmlessly on my left leg; her left hand held my cock in place, so she bobbed on it with ease. Her touch on my bare skin felt warm, soft, full of life. I stumbled a little bit, finally supported my weight on the canvas we had painted, covering it with the designs Gina had been painting on my body.
She raised her eyes from underneath my cock so that her gaze met mine. She could now see the effect of what she was doing had on me and took more of my cock in her mouth. I could feel the tip of my cock touching her uvula. She gagged a little bit before catching her breath and kept on bobbing, her gaze still fixed on mine.
I let out a loud moan as I buried my left hand in her hair, moved it simultaneously with the movement of her mouth. She was setting my soul on fire, driving me insane with her wild but bold attempt at pleasuring my body. Oh my God, she was doing a fantastic job!
“Gina...oh God,” I moaned in pleasure as I felt my cock stiffen in her mouth. “You’ll need to get off...I can’t...oh fuck...”
I finally gathered the strength to warn her about the contraction I felt building up in her mouth. She didn’t seem to heed my warning, nor was she concerned about it. She went about blowing my cock, remained unfazed about my pleas to get off.
“God yes...cum for me, Elijah,” her voice sounded hot against my cock.
She was teasing me. My pretty little thing, my Gina. She knew I was going to explode any minute, but that didn’t stop her from blowing my brains out. Everything she was doing to me pushed me to want more of her. I could tell she was a special girl. No one had ever driven me to this point before. This was new territory for me. Unexplored. Despite my numerous encounters with women, none felt like this. Gina did everything genuinely, with a lot of emotions and dedication.
The fact that she had no prior experience made everything feel more enticing. She exuded an air of raw, vibrant femininity, like a goddess. That’s a quality I really adored.
“Oh my God...Gina... I’ve never felt like...oh shit... I’m close, Gina... I’m going to cum...” The contractions in Gina’s mouth sped up. I was so close.
“I want to paint you with my juices, Gina. I want to cum on your chest.”
Her eyes widened. She bobbed faster, aggressively, her innocent gaze still fixed on mine. My grip on her hair tightened, the muscles in my body stiffened. This was it, the point of no return.
Using her left hand, she pulled my cock out of her mouth, stroked it a little bit above her chest, and looked at me with those big blue eyes, biting her lower lip.
“AWW FUUCCKKKKKKKK,” I yelled as my body convulsed, jets of cum flew in every direction from the tip of my cock spreading all over Gina’s chest.
Her jaws were ajar, like she had never seen so much seed in her life before. She kept stroking my cock until the last droplet of cum oozed from my cock. Quickly, she put my semi-erect cock back in her mouth and sucked me dry. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but this was real. This was happening.
For the next five minutes, neither of us could speak. Gina rose, letting my cock hang from my body, and giggled to herself in triumph. Her giggles filled the warehouse. The smell of my cum hung in the air as she stood beside me, staring into my eyes suggestively.
I grabbed her left hand, pulling her closer to my chest so that her breasts in that semen-painted dress were all over my lower chest area. I planted a soft kiss on her lips. She slid out of my grip, pulling back with a broad smile written all over her face.
“Would you be kind enough, help a lady out of this sticky dress?” she asked, looking at me inventively. “Don’t be shy, Elijah,” she insisted both suggestively, sarcastically amidst a giggle and blushes.
I took a step away from the canvas, put my hand on her cheek before sliding it behind her back, unzipping her dress. She let her hands fold, rested them on my chest, patiently waiting to get undressed in front of me. The dress gave in, sliding down to the floor in one swift movement leaving Gina exposed, semi-nude.
“Go on, Elijah,” she encouraged me to take off her white bra that matched with her silk underwear.
I could tell she was teasing me. I really liked that. Gina felt relaxed and was at ease with me. I undid her underwear, took a step back and marveled at God’s splendid creation.
She was not only petite, but she was also vivacious. Her body was naturally toned, filling up fastidiously everywhere that mattered. Her breasts didn’t feel too big against my chest, but they looked terrific. I couldn’t help but wonder how they would actually feel against the touch of my palm. She had a thin waist that supported her flat belly. Her fantastic butt was tight, round, attached to curvy hips like I had only seen among Latinas. All of this was enveloped in a ceaselessly light tanned skin that was heightened by how warm and charming her personality was.
At the forefront of Gina’s beauty was her face. She carried that face girls carry when all their angelical traces of youth bump into the tenets of a luscious woman. Full of life rotund red lips on a wide mouth. Thick eyelashes that shaded her beautiful blue eyes, which had the color of deep oceans on a bright sunny day. Blonde wavy hair that continuously fell straight down her back, almost touching her heart-shaped butt. My date was the most beautiful woman my eyes had ever gazed upon.
I stared at her, at how perfect she was. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering how hard it was for her to even fathom the idea of selling her virginity for cash — let alone going through with t
he whole experience with a total stranger. She had balls. I had to give her that. She was bold, brave yet so innocent, reserved. I admired her so much.
“You are the most beautiful woman my eyes have seen, Gina.”
She blushed as her eyes fell, staring at her toes almost in embarrassment. I took a stride, stood in front of her so that our naked bodies were only an inch apart, and pushed her hair behind her ear. She raised her face. Her eyes met mine. Pushing her body upwards, she stood on her toes elevated, inviting me for a kiss. I obliged. Our mouths locked for a brief moment before she pulled back and asked me to paint on her like she did on me.
“But I’m not a painter, Gina,” I said amidst laughter, feeling surprised.
She grabbed my hand, led me to a tub of orange paint, dipped my hand in, and then drew lines on her belly. She let go of my hand, standing there looking at me with intent. Damn! I loved every bit of this.
I drew random shapes across her body, intentionally avoiding contact with her nipples and navel. Her breathing increased with every movement my fingers made. She sighed, then moaned softly every time the skin on my finger came into contact with her body.
I dipped my hand in another tub of paint, but this time I wanted to paint her back. I stood behind her, drawing vertical lines running from her neck, down her spine, ending right on her butt. Gina moaned softly; her body stiffened a little bit. The urge to caress her was so consuming.
I added a little mix to the painting and started to kiss her neck as my finger drew lines on her back. She moaned loudly when my tongue made contact with the skin on her neck, mumbling something to herself. I kissed her all the way down to her butt cheeks, feeling her butt stiffen under my tongue.
The urge to caress her body got the better of me. I couldn’t fight it anymore. I moved around and stood right in front of her. Gina stood in front of me, her chest rising, falling steadily. Her eyes looked at me with a lot of intent and anticipation.
