Chapter 47

The empty dishes sat stacked on the tray that was being wheeled to the door. Sliding the t-shirt back on, Frannie parked the cart outside their door, locking it as she turned back to the room. The bottle of wine and two glasses sat on the table, waiting for the last sips to be taken. Jon had slid into a pair of sweatpants and stepped out onto the balcony for a cigarette.

Taking advantage of these few precious moments, she dug her bag and pulled out a very old, large man’s dress shirt and two small pots. She disposed of the t-shirt, twisted her hair up like she did while she worked, slid into the battered dress shirt and buttoned a couple of the buttons. It had paint stains on it along with chalk smears and charcoal stains; it was her work smock. The pots, they held flavored body paint, one chocolate and one cherry.

She worked quickly, loosening the tops on the pots, pulling the blankets back on the bed, getting a towel. She was just refilling their wine glasses when Jon came back in. “Hey ba…” he trailed off when he saw how she was dressed. “What’s with the shirt?” She turned and he recognized it as her painting smock. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was up to but didn’t say anything more. He just watched.

Picking up the wineglasses she handed him one and sipped from the other, “the sweatpants need to go babe.” He set the glass down and kicked off his pants, “now what?” She picked up a paint brush, “now I get my turn.” He grinned and picked up his wineglass, taking a sip as she stroked the brush up and down his arm. “Lay on the bed for me?” He did as she asked, watching as she picked up a small pot and the paint brush. “What’s that?” She grinned, “paint. I’ve been telling you I wanted to paint you, haven’t I?” He looked slightly unsure, “it washes off, right?”

She didn’t answer, just dipped the brush in the chocolate paint and drew a circle around his nipple. The cool of the paint mixed with the light touch of the brush had his nipple puckering instantly. Frannie leaned in and lapped up the paint with her tongue, brushing across the hardened point before pulling back. “Mmmm, tastes good.” She repeated the sweet torture on his other nipple before stroking a line lightly down his chest, his stomach, around his navel.

She sat back on her heels, looking at her handy work, looking at him. Jon’s eyes were closed and he was just waiting for her mouth to be on him. He wanted to feel her tongue stroking over his skin. Frannie straddled him, leaned down and with just the tip of her tongue she started at his chest, lapping up the sweet chocolate paint, following the line down his body, across the ripped muscles of his abs, circling and dipping into his navel. She could feel his erection pressing at her as she moved lower, could feel her own wetness as her tongue traveled down his body.

Maneuvering herself so she was straddling only one leg, she picked up the second pot of paint, the cherry flavored and with the paint brush, covered his straining member with the sweet paint. She felt him tremble under her as she stroked the brush over him, “jesus baby” he groaned as she swirled the soft brush across his over-sensitized skin. When she dipped the brush down to his balls he thought he was going to come right then.

Frannie looked up and saw the sweat bead on his upper lip as he fought for control. Setting the paint and brush aside she slid her tongue up and down the length of him, savoring his flavor as it mixed with the sweet taste of the paint.

When she took him into her mouth he knew he wasn’t going to last and as he felt his dick hit the back of her throat he arched from the bed, “baby… I’m…oh… FUCK!” He exploded in her mouth, his hips thrusting against her as she took everything he had. Pulling her mouth from him, Frannie kissed the insides of his thighs before moving up next to him. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was becoming slightly less ragged. “Are you okay?” Jon turned his head, “oh yeah. You can paint me anytime you want baby.”