My S.O. and I went to the beach a couple of weekends ago with my bestest friend ever. Her mother owns a tiny cabin hidden in the trees above the shoreline. The only heat is the woodstove. The only amusement provided is an extensive library of books and old VHS black and white movies. The bathroom sink doesn't work, the sauna's on the fritz and the roof leaks - luckily, it didn't rain until the day we decided to head out.
We left town Friday after work. Mostly missing the traffic, we arrived at the cabin around 8:30pm. We'd
already eaten on the way so our first order of business (after unloading the cars) was consuming cocktails. She's just discovered the lime martini - WAY too much for my citric sensitive stomach, she and he had schooners of the stuff while I imbibed screwdrivers.As I mentioned a couple of posts ago, I brought my toy box. It didn't take long for us to start comparing what we'd brought along. She had a smaller collection of the same stuff I had - and one extra thing - black liquid latex. Have you heard of this stuff? (I can't rightly find a link at this time.) Liquid latex is painted on freshly lotioned skin. It dries into a shiny, supple, erotic, tight case around. I was the first to be canvas - cuz I'm easy. ;p She painted my breasts, my belly; he painted my back. As it dried and tightened many pictures were taken, much more booze was consumed and other very naughty ideas were tossed around. After the latex dries, one can parade around in a second skin for a while but eventually the fun part is the peeling off. It's a combination of kink blending a slow revelation of flesh with pain as the latex holds on to the little hairs as it's being peeled away. It reminded me of candle wax play; this is definitely something men would want to approach with EXTREME caution. The heart pattern on my back stood in bas relief for a good while after everything was picked clean. I could feel the burn of love.
Next we latexed his prick. It was fun, but dang, the thing - painted in black - looked a bit diseased to be honest (LOL!) and not really worth the production.
Then it was her turn. He did most of the painting while I tried to shape her pubic hair into a heart shape. Hearts were the theme and since I was finished way before he was, I started taking pictures too. Some are VERY naughty looking pictures of completely innocent positions - he just happened to be doing this naked. She was being very fidgety so I had to hold her down with a lip lock. Once our lips met, we realized we couldn't get enough of each other. Girl lips are so different from boy lips. Soft - so soft my entire self would melt each time I realized where I was. I felt my body turn into a puddle then tighten up as a rush of lust blasted through me and my breathing turned to panting. She told me I was a good kisser and the delight in hearing that come from her lips rippled down my spine and made me tingle in naughty places. As we continued macking on each other, he finished his paint job. Only our lips had touched but my entire body was flushed. We lifted her up off the floor so she could check out his art work. I couldn't touch her yet but oh I so wanted to...
