|I’m stoked about this body painting! We got the brochures yesterday, and I want to look like this for a week:
I know the outline of her pussy is clearly visible, but it’s nothing worse than run-of-the-mill cameltoe. And her nipples are clearly visible, because the paint is extremely thin, but any thin top gives the same result.
When it was time for the judging, I joined the other girls in the front of the room, pretty sure I would be selected. I decided to wear nothing but a thong and half-shirt this morning. I was starting to worry about my three-day losing streak, and didn’t want to end up in the doghouse with Becky! The half-shirt I wore was perhaps a little too small — I made it myself just by ripping a t-shirt. It’s ragged and sexy! My boobs aren’t too big, but apparently they’re just big enough to keep popping out of my shirt. I feel like an idiot holding my boobs still when I’m walking, but maybe no one even notices, considering the microscopic size of my thong. When I say it’s a string thong, I mean it: there isn’t even a little triangle of fabric — just a string around the waist, and another one under me: I feel very sexy wearing it. But if I start to feel uncomfortable, I know I can change into something a little less provocative when I get home.
So how would I feel wearing the body paint? It would be a whole week, without any possibility of change for seven long days!
The girl in the brochure looks poised and confident. The people all around her don’t seem to be paying her undue attention. They probably don’t even notice that her clothes are really just paint. Now that I think of it, it must be nice not to have to worry about clothes for a week. Nothing to undo if I want to have sex, or go to the bathroom. Nothing to put on in the morning.
The concept is definately growing on me. I hope I will be one of the lucky girls who is picked to wear the body paint!
Another little piece of fine print caught my eye: The lucky girl will be required to show off the features of her paint job as a condition of the agreement. Features? I wonder what that means.
Oh! Before I go, let me tell you about Becky. She earned herself two more points today, wearing a big old baggy pajama top. She looked so soft and snuggly in it, I had to hug her. Naturally, my boobs popped out when I wrapped my arms around her, and I’m glad that happened because her pajamas were so soft and snuggly, they really felt good. Then, while we were hugging, Becky did something really sweet. She unbuttoned her top, and let me inside, and then she lifted it up and wrapped it around both of us. We must have snuggled for a few minutes, it felt so good. I was practically naked in the tiny thong, and my shirt around my neck, and she was deliciously naked under her soft flannel top. I ran my hands all over her smooth back, and soft round butt cheeks. I came while we kissed, and felt my string thong against my asshole as it pulsed. I told her how proud I am of her. With five whole points, she’s finally out of the doghouse!
TO BE CONTINUED!
You would think a pretty young girl with cute little gravity-defying boobs would be a bit more cheerful! Can you count the number of items she’s wearing? I count thirteen: five flowers, two earrings, a necklace, bracelet, belly ring, two stockings, and a hood orniment. Okay, I’ll admit I just imagined the hood orniment. In any case, she’s about as far from naked as a girl can get, don’t you agree?