Body Paint Time!

I'm here with my friend Mags...  
at her apartment in the same  
building as mine. She's a floor  
and a hallway away.    
 
It's around the corner and up a flight  
of stairs.  4 flights.  I'm on the 3rd
floor.  There is, by law, an elevator -  
but it's not awfully convenient.  
 
But fuck floor layout -  
and that really only matters...if you are...  
fucking on the floor.  Are we?  Will we?  
Just read on people.  
 
Neither of us likes to leave the building.  I've been  
out 7 Times this year.  Mags went out only once by ambo...to a psych facility.  For a week.  
We video call our counseling!  
 
My abuse was bad.  Hers was far worse.  
Hers was one abuser.  Her father.  39  
years of abuse.  He died 7 years ago.  
3 years she was committed.  4 yrs here.  
 
But you don't care!  You want sex!  
And you figure - two girls one body paint...  
might get hot!  Ok, enough background? Not yet!  
We visit each other about once a day to check in.  
 
You'd be surprised how easily 2 abused women can talk about life, sex and the abuse that traps them in the same old building - hating it but not wanting to leave to the outside "real" world!  
 
We planned this "play time" together.  Mags  
ordered the body paint.  We knew when  
It would arrive by USPS.  I went down after  
the letter carrier left.  It was a good hefty size.  
 
I went right up to 408.  I heard her 7 locks  
disengage.  I stepped in and she locked  
back up.  She was naked.  She rarely wore  
clothes.  Years of her father not allowing it.  
 
She says clothes creep her and make her  
feel that she isn't herself.  Whereas I like hiding  
under my baggy clothes because I would  
rather be anyone else but me!  
 
To make Mags comfortable, I removed my  
clothes as we talk.  She's binge watching  
Dexter and almost done with the last season.  
All victims seem to love Dexter!!!  
 
She's made tea for us.  I prefer coffee but  
she has tea so I drink tea.  She sets down  
my cup and kisses me.  Yes, we are casual  
lovers.  Body Paint Time?  Naked? Get it now?    
 
BTW, her father did unspeakable things to her  
and psychologically scarred her for life - but  
absolutely no vaginal sex. I'd assume it was  
to prevent pregnancies. Or that wasn't his kink.  
 
UNSPEAKABLE THINGS!  Her story. She  
wouldn't want me to share that stuff!  
Mags is under 5' tall.  A 3/4 version of me.  By looks we could be sisters.  We aren't!!! No incest twist.  
 
Her nipples are darker and she has tons of  
curly pubic hair.  I can barely grow any.  
We have zero fear of each other.  I can  
touch her and be touched by her! Safety!  
 
I'm not a lesbian!  More dick than dyke!  
But she is a safe release here in the  
building.  Most tenants are druggies and  
sex offenders.  So I hang with Mags.  
 
I'm sipping my tea as Mags pees with the  
bathroom door open.  I watch her dab dry.  
Her urine tends to cling to all that lower  
hair so I know I'll be tasting it soon!  
 
She brings out two towels and wash cloths  
because we expect to get messy.  It's  
washable and edible. 5 flavors!  Two brushes  
and an estimated two play sessions.  
 
She comes over and touches my breasts.  "I  
wish mine were as big as yours."  I play with  
her long dark hair and run my hands down  
her back.  The visible scars don't hurt her.  
The invisible ones do.  "Let's play, Paula."  
 
There are no instructions.  You simply paint and  
get horny.  The set is open and it includes  
a nice case.  It says 2 brushes but they  
gave us 4.  Must be two for each playtime?  
 
I ask her to make my nipples dark and she  
picks brown.  They now look like I'd like  
them to look.  Not that many real people  
get to see them!  Maybe someday...  
 
What should I paint on you, Mags?  "Put  flower  
on my ass and then eat it!"  Eat the flower?  
Or eat your ass? "Both"  I paint a big daisy and take a photo to show her.  She loves photos!  
 
She smiles!  I then start to lick from her  
mid back down.  The stem ends by her  
tailbone.  I blow a raspberry and Mags  
farts!  God, girl what did you eat?  
 
"Tacos!"  I wave the air with my hand and go  
and get a drink of water.  She is giggling. She's  
nothing like the near comatose girl I first  
met.  A shared building, fears and counselor.  
 
I was asked to mentor her but I would have  
become her friend anyway.  I kiss her deeply  
and kiss my way down to tease her clit.  
One gentle kiss and a flick of my tongue.  
 
"What should I paint on you?"  I lay on the floor  
and tell her to surprise me.  I almost  
fall asleep to the gentle brush strokes.  
"Wake up!"  I Iook down at her masterpiece.  
 
Why train tracks, Mags?  "Because you told  
me once that you were a train wreck!"  
Eat me...clean!  It takes awhile for her to get  
most of the paint off.  We'll shower off the rest.  
 
I realize that she has the tracks ending at  
my tunnel and she goes inside with both tongue  
and fingers.  I roll on my side and we are  
both licking.  I am almost ready to cum.  
 
Shamefully I do cum before starting on her.  
I have to spread the bush to find her clit.  
I showed her a pic of it a few months after  
we met.  The first time we 69ed each other.  
 
Her nub isn't very pronounced.  Almost just  
a dot compared to my speed bag.  I lick it  
and dive deep to taste other than her pee!  
After she says she came she rubs one off.  
 
I'm not offended.  You can always best  
please yourself.  We pack up the paint  
and head into her bathroom.  I have a tub  
and she has a tub and shower.  Lucky!  
 
The building has changed ownership and  
some apartments were renovated.  Not  
mine. Her water is almost instantly hot.  
Mine takes awhile.  Different tanks!  
 
We kiss a bit and grab and hold each other  
as the hot water rinses off the paint.  I ask for soap  
to clean as I usually just wash up in my kitchen sink.    
She is peeing on my foot!  MAGS!!!