I'm a 33-year-old single woman. I weigh a trim 110 pounds and have dark brown hair and gray eyes. I try to keep active, so I think I'm pretty fit. My breasts are not that big, but I've never had any complaints about their size. They sit a little lower on my chest than they used to, but I still think they're my best asset.
About a year ago I bought an old house in a run-down neighborhood that's on the upswing. A lot of the homes are being bought by young professionals who are spending their time and money to renovate them. The whole area is becoming more and more beautiful and it's exciting to watch.
My next-door-neighbor, James, is a graduate student at the local university. I wanted him from the first moment I laid my eyes on him. He has a long chiseled face with short dark hair. He's often working outside on his house with no shirt on; I entertained myself down there plenty of times by picturing James without his shirt (and without his shorts, too!).
I was planning on painting the parlor of my house and asked James if he would come over and help. Knowing that the room was pretty big, James agreed. He was more than enthusiastic when I told him that the beer was on me. James came over and we went to work. My parlor has high ceilings, so James worked on a ladder while I painted the bottom half of the walls.
We were about halfway down with the first wall (and all the way done with the first six-pack) when James accidentally knocked the paint tray off the shelf of the ladder. It fell onto my shoulder, coating me with paint. I felt the cool liquid soak into my shirt and onto my breasts and the rest of my body. It was thick and viscous. My nipples were immediately hard and erect from the sudden cold of the paint.
James jumped off the ladder, apologizing for knocking the paint over. I'm sure I was quite the sight, covered with colonial blue interior latex paint. I glared at him and suddenly swung my brush against his chest, getting paint all over his shirt. He jumped back and stared at me. We both looked at each other coolly and the room was dead quiet. Then both of us went for any open paint container, laughing hysterically, and trying to coat the other in blue latex.
It wasn't that innocent. His hands were all over me, seeking out my breasts and rubbing my paint-soaked shirt all over them. I reached for his chest and crotch. We grabbed and groped each other and started to kiss passionately. I told him that I'd wanted him for so long. He said that he'd always wanted me as well. We fell to the floor and our clothes couldn't come off fast enough.
The paint had soaked through our shirts. My naked breasts were coated in blue. James' taught stomach was colored similarly. Our hands were all over each other, smearing the paint over our faces, our stomachs, our legs. I could feel my pussy throbbing, and I wanted him inside me.
What parts of me weren't covered in paint were covered by James mouth. He kissed a part of my neck, the side of one of my breasts, and my pussy. He worked his way down until he was licking and sucking on my clitoris. His mouth made me feel so good, I never wanted him to stop. When he moved along my slit and began thrusting in and out of my vagina with his tongue, I could feel my orgasm building. James kept up his assault on my pussy and I couldn't hold back. I started moaning and my entire body began quivering and shaking. My body spasmed and I came all over James' face.
He came back up to kiss my lips. I could taste my tangy juices on him, and their flavor drove me nuts. I pushed James onto his back and took his cock into my hands. I started licking the head, pulling it into my mouth and inching slowly down, taking as much as I could. I moved up and down the length of his shaft with long, slow strokes.
James said that he was about to come so I stopped kissing his wonderful cock. I knelt over him and slowly lowered myself onto him, slowly inserting his cock into my pussy. I rode him, bouncing on his hard shaft. I kept up my pace for as long as I could until I felt another orgasm building. It reached its crest and I screamed in ecstasy as he began pounding his cock into me. He came as I did, coating my insides with his warm thick come.
We lay there on the floor, covered in paint, and caught our breath. I told him that it looked like he needed a shower. He laughed and said that I did too. We went and cleaned up and spent the rest of the weekend in my bed. The rest of the room didn't get painted for over a month.