Vanessa lived alone in the mountains near a lake. Tourists often visited nearby cabins. She loved living there, especially during the different seasons. The town took different shapes and same with the people and moods. It was winter then and she couldn't wait for springtime. In the winter she was often left alone. Vanessa had a boyfriend that would come and stay with her at times, but not as often as she would like. Often she missed a man next to her at night, cuddling through those long winter nights by a fire. This was her comforting way of getting through the winter. It never happened quite like that for her.
Vanessa was a painter that's why she lived in the mountains. Over the years she played with the idea and there was a chance for her to take it seriously so she did. Vanessa had found little shop and made I her own, that's where she sold her painting form. She was pretty known within the community. Her artwork was a frequent stop for tourists. That's how she made her living, which was a pretty good one at that.
Painting was her passion most people never understood that. You had to watch her paint to see her in action. First, by putting the colors out on the palette. Next mixing them on the palette before putting it on the canvas. Then stroking the brush on the canvas applying the paint first in short strokes and then going longer. You could see the build up coming, until she stepped back and looked at the painting as if she was seeing it for the first time. It was sensual to watch her paint as if she was making love to each and everyone her paintings in some small way. The hat was exactly what she was doing. Giving a part of her self, her sexual self was the only way Vanessa known how to express it, through her paintings.
One day Vanessa was bored as the snow storm came and she was cooped up inside. She didn't feel much like painting so she was watching some show on TV that showed couples using body paints for sexual pleasure. When Vanessa first saw this, she thought "I have got to have this." Then she searched the web to find a site where she could purchase some. Vanessa wanted to use it on herself in experiment then she would have to find a willing partner.
"How hard could that be?" Vanessa thought. She placed the order for the body paints and could hardly wait for them to come.
Later that week Vanessa walked down to the post office to mail some items She noticed that there was a large package to pick up. Vanessa knew this was her paint. Excitement ran through her body she felt flushed and warm.
Vanessa walked up to the counter and gave the postman the slip of paper. He looked up at her and with a deep voice said, "How are you today?" Vanessa looked up and forgot all about her package. There she stood staring at him she'd gotten lost in his dark deep eyes.
Vanessa had always been very attracted to men with dark eyes. The voice is what made her knees weak. Vanessa asked. "Are you new in town? Nice to meet you my name is Vanessa."
He said. "Yes, I'm new here. Nice to meet you my name is Justin. I was just transferred from the city and loved it here in mountains."
Justin had just divorced. Staying in the city was too much for him, easy access for his ex. Living up here it was too difficult for her to pop in at any moment.
Vanessa asked. "Would you be interested in a drink after you get off work?"
He said. "Yes, that would be nice."
They made their date and she took her package and walked home. It was a cold day but the sun was shining brightly as she walked to her cabin.
As soon as Vanessa got inside, she ripped open the package. Yes, it was the body paint. Not wanting to use them on anyone else first she planned to try them out herself. She closed her curtains in her art room, opened up the package taking out all the primary colors.
First Vanessa took them and read the directions. Edible paint, she thought. This will be fun as she took out a new paint brush out of the box. It came with several brushes, thick and thin brushes.
Vanessa slowly took off her sweater and then her pants, next off came the panties and the bra. It was so cold her nipples protruded before she touched herself with a brush. Dipping her brush into he paint she filled the brush with paint. She took the tip of the brush and brushing it onto her stomach. Tickling her with delight. She continued it was such an erotic feeling. She could only imagine someone else doing this to her. The more Vanessa thought the more she wanted someone with her.
Vanessa remembered the postman and drinks in only a few hours. Vanessa thought of ways to get him to her house and coax him into her house so she could use her paints on him. Just imagining she could see by his size that this would be a wonderful excursion. Then she put the paints away not to waste any more until it was the right time. It was time for her to get ready to meet her date.
They had decided to meet at a little restaurant in town, there were only two. It was a nice walk from her house. Everywhere in town was a nice walk from her cabin. This is what attracted her to this little town.
As Vanessa walked inside she could see him sitting at the bar still in his uniform. Vanessa was a little nervous due to the fact she couldn't stop thinking of ways to get him to her house for the evening.
Vanessa sat next to him at the bar and ordered a drink. They began to talk, first of how he came to this little town. Their conversation was very free and easy for him. Vanessa noticed that he was at ease with her as if he had known her forever. He continued to open up his heart toward her.
Then Vanessa began to open up to him she was in awe of his free spirit. Vanessa listened to everything he was saying, hanging on every word that uttered out of his mouth. Vanessa stared at him continually into his eyes while he poured his soul into hers.
Then there was a pause and asked her. "Aren't you hungry? Wouldn't you like to eat?"
Vanessa replied. "Yes, I am hungry for a bite." Her erotic thoughts of him began again.
Vanessa had thought of a way to get him to her house.
As they talked over to a table to one another, their discussions continued to flow into their meal and after. The entire time she couldn't stop thinking of getting him into her house.