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 2nd
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 306.  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!!!