White on a Black Canvas
By TxRad
James came through the front door of his apartment and froze three steps down the front hall with his mouth hanging open. His roommate, Ruby, was standing in the middle of the living room running a long handled paint roller back and forth over the ceiling. Her back was too him so she did not see him come in. The loud music on the stereo in her bedroom covered any noise he might have made.
Most of the furniture and stuff that normally occupied the living room must be in the other rooms. The big overstuffed couch and the big wingback chair were covered with plastic. The floor was also covered in plastic from wall to wall.
James's roommate for the last four years had been the same guy. This year he had not returned for classes at college and had not let James know he would not be back until after the semester had started. James needed a roommate or he could not afford the place. He had scrambled to find someone, anyone for that matter.
Ruby had arranged to stay with a girlfriend for the semester but her girlfriend had found a boyfriend over winter break. She was scrambling to find a place to live. Her funds were short so her options were limited to say the least.
James had given her a cut rate if she would clean the place up and keep it that way. Four years of neglect had made the place grungy at the very least. She had cleaned her ass off for the first two weeks and the place had looked a whole lot better. But now....
That she was painting the ceiling was a nice surprise. What she was wearing to paint it on the other hand was a complete shock. At the moment, the only thing on her short compact body were spatters of white paint. The white paint contrasted sharply with her mahogany colored skin. She was one rich even brown all over from the back.
He marveled at her high round ass and the way the muscles of her arms and upper back moved under that beautiful colored skin as she leaned forward to run the roller one way and the way her thigh, ass, and calf muscles moved when she stepped backward as she moved the roller in the opposite direction. He was speechless and mesmerized by her beauty.
When she stopped moving and lowered the roller to a paint tray to refill it, she bent at the waist. James heard himself moan softly as she stuck her ass out in his direction. The outer lips of her burger shaped pussy peeked at him from between her upper thighs. They were several shades darker than the rest of her.
He could not help himself; he licked his lips as his hard dick gave a twitch in the left leg of his levies. Lust was a flame deep in the pit of his stomach. His mind was a squirrel in a spinning wheel as it tried to decide which he would do first, drive his dick or his tongue deep between those dark lips, if he ever got the chance.
Ruby lifted the roller toward the ceiling. As she did, she looked to her left. Her eyes locked with James for a split second and then as realization set in, she squealed, dropped the roller, and ran for her bedroom door. The door slammed solidly. A moment later, the music shut off sharply.
The silence was sudden and deafening to James as a loop of memory played in the back of his mind in slow motion. The outline of a dark breast against a white wall flashed on the screen and froze for a second or two. A full breast that was not large but it was proportional to her body. The nipple was puffy and darker than the color of her breast. It was turned upward and capped with a lighter colored nipple.
Fine white paint splatter was dusted across the top of the breast. One drop of paint had landed on the side of the breast and had run down. The contrast was sharp and sweet. James licked his lips and sighed deeply.
The movie moved a frame or two. He now had a frozen pictured of her back and ass in his mind. A dusting of tiny white dots covered her upper back and the top swell of her ass just below her tailbone. He found himself grinning like an idiot as he licked his lips. The movie moved in slow motion. He studied the movement of muscles in her legs and back as she ran across the room. He was totally lost in the movie.
*****
Ruby opened her bedroom door just enough to stick her head out. James was still standing where he had been and he seemed lost in thought. He had a glazed look in his eyes. From time to time, he would lick his lips and sigh deeply.
"What are you doing home this afternoon?" She asked the tall white man. "I thought you had two classes to teach since the Professor was sick."
James gave a jerk and his eyes focused on the woman's head sticking out the door of her room. "Uh.... I.... Uh...." He stammered a moment. He finally shifted mental gears and said, "He showed up at the last minute, handed me some papers to grade, and told me to see him later in the week."
"I can explain about the painting. It's a lot easier than trying to clean the ceilings. They were a mess from smoke and who only knows what else."
"Uh, I have no problem with the painting. I will even pay for the paint. My question is, why were you naked? I'm not complaining mind you."
"I'll just bet you aren't," Ruby said with a big grin, her white teeth bright against her dark skin. The fine white paint splatter from the roller covered her face and the closely cropped, tightly curled hair on her head.
James grinned back at her. "What can I say, you're a very beautiful woman and I'm a guy so...." He let the sentence trail off.
"Skin is a lot easier to clean paint off of than clothes," Ruby said. "But I wasn't supposed to have an audience."
"And I didn't even have to buy a ticket to the best show in town," James whispered and then grinned. "If we ever get low on cash, I know a way we can make a fortune."
Ruby laughed and shook her head. "And what do I need you for?"
"I have the ceiling and can provide protection from the lustful hoards," James shot back.
"Yeah, but whose going to protect me from you?"
"Uh.... Well...." James said and then sighed.
"For all you know, I might enjoy a lustful hoard or two," Ruby said with a laugh.
"I don't think so. You are too puritan when it's just the two of us around here. Pants, never shorts or a skirt. Baggy sweatshirts with very little skin showing. You are not the type. I'll bet you even sleep in pajamas."
Ruby stuck out her tongue, pulled her head back, and shut the door.
James sighed. "Hey, don't be that way. I was just saying you are a good girl, so lustful hoards were out of the question."
The door opened and Ruby's head appeared again. "I'll bet you were a lustful hoard of one earlier?"
James grinned and replied, "Maybe on the inside but the look on my face was pure awestruck. I've majored in Art my whole academic career and I definitely know awesome when I see it."
Ruby shut the door again but she was grinning as she did. A moment later, the door swung fully open. "I need to finish painting before the roller gets dried out and sticky."
"So I guess you want me to leave," James said in reply.
"You can or you can stay and help. It's not like you ain't already seen all the goodies, so to speak."
