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She called and asked me to paint
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She called and asked me to paint She knew I had just finished painting the interior of my house. The bedrooms and hallways looked good. So, I knew it was only a matter of time before she asked me to paint her house as well. We had been seeing each other for a few months, and she wanted to see how good my painting skills were. I'll call her Shelly to protect the guilty or innocent. It's all a matter of perspective, right? We set off to her local home depot for ideas. She was flirting and often times suggesting I might have to throw away my clothes after it's done since it would have all those paint stains. She was an excellent flirt, charmer, and it didn't hurt that she had some curves and a butt to die for. Pizza and drinks are on me, she'd say with a smile. So, the following weekend, the sheets were on the floor the rollers the paint began. Only one room was finished, but that was enough. Shelly beat me to the restroom to wash off but she said I could shower afterwards while she got dinner ready. The bedroom had a light olive satin finish and she was glad how it was turning out. Dinner's ready, she said while knocking on the door. Although the bedroom walls looked great, the furniture was moved into the den so not to get a drop of paint. It certainly was an odd arragement when one enters the den. But then again, as I entered, there was no scent of pizza, the lights were a little lower than typical and a few candles were lit emanating a lavender scent. No dinner, I asked with a smile on my face? She had her head a pillow, a hand cupping her left breast teasing her nipple with her other hand massaging her inner lips. She brought her fingers to her lips and said, I didn't say what was for dinner. But I knew... We both slept very well that night, well what was left of that night. |
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