Paint Me A Picture

The scene is set, the supplies bought and hidden, the trap set. The bed is made up with two thick new winter sheets layered together; a bowl of hot water sits under the bed with several brightly coloured tubes bobbing around in it, and the offer made.
How could she resist a nice relaxing massage?
Warm hands caress and smooth away the day’s aches and pains, relieve the tightness and prepare her body for the trials ahead. With her face down on the bed he silently reaches for the first tube, it comes up yellow and he smiles to himself at his wicked thoughts, removing the top he squeezes a generous amount of the watercolour into his hand, its warm and slippery and he smooths it onto her shoulders. She moans softly, enjoying the warm and slippery texture as he rubs and paints her with it. The next tube comes up blue and he squeezes some onto his hand as before, her mid back gets the treatment as she moans and tells him how nice it feels. The soft skin ripples under his hands and the colours swirl and merge to make patterns on her flesh.
The next tube is blue, so he misses the buttocks and moves to paint her legs, one at a time smeared thickly with the blue paint, up and back, the feet, calves and knees, coming at last to her thighs. Then comes white and he smiles to himself, pleased at last to have the colour he wanted, a large dollop is squeezed directly onto her bottom and he watches the hot paint melt and run seductively down her cheeks and disappear between her thighs, mixing with the blue and making a nice mix of lighter colours.
She squirms and makes a comment about him using too much massage oil, or was he just trying to turn her on now.
After a half hour of gentle rubbing its time to turn over, he grabs the hand towel and wipes the colours from his hands as she rolls, face to face her smile brightens the room and his heart beats faster as her eyes meet his, just as it always does.
Reaching for her face he massages her neck and cheeks and her eyes close as he knew they would, another tube; this time red comes out first and he squeezes a large amount into his hand and begins massaging her breasts, the bright colour inflaming his rampant desires and fuelling his thoughts.
This time as he reaches again for a colour she opens her eyes and all at once sees the bright red paint covering her breasts…
“What have you done?” The shock and surprise in her voice tells him she is not amused, meekly he holds the next tube for her to see, green watercolour! Her hand wipes her back and comes back with white and blue streaks, but by the time she’s registered what’s going on he’s squeezed the green onto her belly and begins to massage gently. Slowly a smile comes to her face again and her eyes twinkle brightly, a chuckle and she shakes her head in mock displeasure.
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Paint me?”
She pulls him to her and rolls to cover him in her body and her paint and comes up on top, sitting astride his hips and laughing as she smears his face with her wet hand, the white and blue streaking his face. She kisses him seductively then begins painting him, colour by colour with lines and dots and streaks and all the while laughing at the mess and teasing him relentlessly.
His erection becomes a python with stripes and dots and she sits back to admire her work and laughs heartily. Slowly the tubes come out again and are drained of their brightness, the two hot bodies taking all the colours of the rainbow and mixing together as the heat of passion overtakes the lovers.
Rolling together, becoming one as the loving starts in earnest, both hot from the game and ready to consummate the bond. Two demented clowns, two birds of paradise, two rainbows locked together, rolling and loving, twisting and turning, lubricated by so much hot colour, then laying exhausted and panting, drained by the effort.
A long hot shower to wash the colours, but not the memories from them and one more thing...one more surprise for her.
The new crisp sheets hung to dry then washed the next day to leave the coloured stains, yellow and red mixing to orange at the top. Green and blue mixing to deep purples in the middle, the white and blues mixing to form the colours of the sky, with stripes and lines and dots intermixed as their bodies once did.
For many years to come, whenever she misses him those sheets will be slipped onto the bed giving her warm comfort and making her smile at the thoughts of that night, at the silliness and naughtiness of it all. No longer ruined sheets but reminders of something both will remember forever, a moment of madness and a fleeting glimpse of childish fun.