I was always fascinated by body painting. I found very interesting and exciting a beautiful woman completely naked, having painting on her, with every part of her visible, having the illusion, that she's not entirely nude.
Although I do not consider myself an artist, I like to paint and make various computer graphics.
Once I had a chat on this with a friend of mine, Janette, on the college campus hallway. I told her I liked watching these living pieces of art.
-Well, Sean, I bet you do, they are nude, aren't they? - she said.
-Not only because the nudity. It's because they become something surreal in the process. But for them it is also a fantastic feeling, I guess. The sensation of freedom, what comes with the nudity, with them being "not exactly" nude. The latter gives a little feeling of safety, I guess.
-Wow, what an analysis. What are you now, some art critcs?
-Well, forget it - I said, grumping.
-OK, just kidding. Anyway, there's this friend I have. She's crazy enough to be into it.
-And she would go along with some random dude painting her while being naked?
This made Janette thinking a bit.
-No, I think she's not that crazy. But can I paint her? Is it necessary for you to be there?
-The painting IS the main thing. The transformation. I want to be there, yes.
-OK. I'll tell her I'll paint her, you just make photos of her when ready. She will get used to the thought of being painted. Then we will both go to paint her. Maybe she will be a bit upset, but eventually she will agree.
We left it at that. I made a minimalist plan for the painting (I thought that for a first trial this would be sufficient). I ordered blue and white special body painting, and a golden body painting spray from some random web-shop. I also ordered a fishnet bodyhose, and a large plastic foil (for paint drops). I made some sketches on which I depicted the possible shapes.
Janette then called over her friend - her name was Sophie. She was a beautiful, tall, slim girl with long, brown hair. She was 23, just as myself and Janette. She was a young, strong, energetic lady, overwhelmed with self confidence. The kind of woman that was unreachable to me.
I showed her the sketches, then she chose one. We were going to make some alien-like creature from her: the body parted three vertically (front and back), with the sides being blue, and the middle white. Eventually she would take on the bodyhose, and have her painted with the spray to have golden dots (only on the sides). We told her, that the painting would take place at her apartment, and Janette would paint her. I would take photos in the end.
We were nervous a bit, standing before her door, before knocking in. We didn't know whether she would agree with the "circumstances changed" (that is, I would also take part in the painting session).
Upon opening the door, Sophie was a bit surprised, that we both stood in the door, but then she saw all the stuff in my hands, and she calmed down. I guess she thought I was there only to help bringing the equipment.
She invited us in her apartment. It was very cold there, because the heating system had some issues, and autumn came very early that year. I felt sorry for her, as she would have to stand there for hours naked.
We spread the foil in the middle of the room, then I gathered my courage, and said:
-I'd like to take part in the painting.
-Now that's new. And no, no way. What are you, some pervert? You don't really want to paint, you just want to eyeball me, don't you? Check every body curve from close! - Sophie got really angry.
-Don't worry, I'm not a pervert, I'm not going to 'eyeball' you. But it's my plan, my design. I want to drive this all the way. The metamorphosis, the transformation is the most important, not the end result.
-Metamorphosis? Metamorphosis my ass! I guess your purpose is to walk around with being hard-on for hours, then wank a huge at home, isn't it?
-I promise I won't have an erection. I don't get hard in these kind of situation.
-What situation? I will be naked!
-Yes, but I'm afraid of women, especially from self-confident women you are. I'm alone with two strong-minded women. I'm extremely nervous, my penis wouldn't dare getting hard. Plus painting is a hard work, so it's not an erotic situation at all.
-And how do we know that your dick remains limp in your pants? - Sophie asked.
-You want me to undress, too?
-Why not?
-It's 60 degrees!
-Yes, but that's 60 degrees to me, too, isn't it?
-I'm extremely shivery, just ask Janette! I take medications for hypertension. Besides, that's another reason why I won't get hard at all.
-Stop it, both of you! - Janette yelled at us - Sophie, if you are so interested in Sean's hanging limp dick, then he will get undressed, too.
-But I'm freezing! And it's not so nice to say that.
-OK, Sean, but you said you can't get hard. But sorry for the expression. Anyway, you will put on something transparent. Let's say, a pair of transparent pantyhose.
-Why? - I asked in surprise.
-In order not to get cold, you shivering pussy. And transparent in order Sophie can check on you so she would calm down. Is it okay for you, Sophie?
-Whatever...
-And for you, Sean?
I didn't say anything, just nodded sulkily, then I turned my head away, arms crossed. I was still shaking from the previous argument, and became sullen because Janette had yelled at me. My eyes became tearful, but I gathered the strength not to cry and cleared my eyes. I looked to Sophie, who was also crossing her arms, but remained extremely calm, and was smiling malevolently, seeing my red, wet eyes.
Janette brought a pair of skin color pantyhose, and she gave them to me. I got undressed, sat down on the floor, and put them on my feet. The pantyhose were sheer, so I felt a bit silly inside it. But they were loose, so I pulled them all over to my chest. It felt really warm.
