The Game 9 Art for Art's Sake 2

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The Game 9 Art for Art's Sake 2

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Art for Art's Sake 2

He came to her one morning and said,”I have an idea I want to try.”
“And it involves me?”
“Yes, it does, very much.”
“All, right, next question. Does it involve me being naked?”
“Yes, it does, very much.”
“I thought it might. So many interesting things these days seem to...”
“Indeed. Would madam prefer to undress here or be stripped on the playground?”
Decisions, decisions. Each had their own elements of scary, but she was trying to overcome her shyness.
“Let's do it outside,” sounding more confident than she really was.

On the playground he positioned her beneath the hooks and then put on her blindfold.
“So there will be a surprise at the end?” she asked.
“Yep. It should be a good one if all goes well... now let's have your shirt...” He drew the t shirt off with no ceremony and then unhooked her bra. As this part of the operation seemed to be merely functional she unbuttoned her jean shorts herself and drew them and the panties off in one. So far as erotic as a doctor's visit, she thought.

“All right, I want your arms in the restraints. Just to hold you steady. And your feet here...”
She felt him clip them into the heels. She tested them. They were fastened to the bar, not quite as far apart as she had originally made it. She inwardly sighed. Sometimes she regretted making the thing...

“This is just to keep you still today, although...” He cupped one breast and kissed the other. “I always forget how delectable you are when you're helpless...”
Ah, this is getting better. And so it begins, she thought. I wonder what...? but just then he broke away.
“But no matter. To work!”
What the hell...?
She heard him rattling some things around for a few moments and then jerked as a blast of cold air hit her breast.
“Aaahh!”
“Sorry, but I have to do it this way. As ticklish as you are I didn't think you could stand a paint brush. I have to airbrush the top.”
“You're painting me? What are you painting?”
“Just wait and see.”

After the first surprise it wasn't bad, just...odd...
After a while he moved to her upper legs, butt and adjacent regions. For this he was using a brush, and though some parts were a bit ticklish she managed. He proceeded in a deliberate fashion, being careful, she had to suppose, that he got all parts covered. The paintbrush on her pussy lips was particularly nice and for a moment she thought it might lead to something, but when he was finished with that part he moved on. Rather to her regret. She also understood why he had wanted to restrain her.

He worked for about twenty minutes, then paused, did a few touch ups to her breasts and finally seemed to be satisfied. She again heard various putting away and tidying up sounds and then one sound that she knew well. It was the large mirror being dragged over. She tensed for what she might see when the blindfold came off.
She couldn't imagine what it might show her this time.
Then the blindfold came off and she blinked in the light and then for a moment couldn't understand what she was seeing.
When she had entered the playground before she had stripped, she had been wearing a black t shirt and blue jean shorts.
She still was.

For a moment she was speechless. Had he managed to dress her again...? She glanced over to where her clothes had been dropped. But no, of course not, they were still there. She was still tied and she would have felt it...
But that meant...
“This is paint?”
“Yep. What do you think?”, he asked as he unbuckled her shoes and then freed her arms.
She moved closer to the mirror and turned to see as much as she could.
Her eyes were telling her one thing
“It's amazing...”
while the breezes on her skin were reporting something very different.
“Well, it was pretty easy really... a black shirt, how hard can that be?”
“But the jeans...you've got the rivets, and the pockets...”
There was even the frayed area.
“I practiced on that old mannequin in the shed.”
“Wow. I've got to have photos of this!”

She got her camera and they took a lot of shots, first under the half roof of the playground and then out in the yard.
“I can't believe this,” she said looking at the pictures on the camera's screen.
“I could walk out in this and no one would know...”
“Funny you should say that...”
“What...?”
“Well, that's the test of this kind of painting isn't it? So that's what we're going to do. Just up to the shop on the corner.”
“Oh no, I couldn't do that...” she said.
“But you just said you could. You were right. Nobody will know. You could actually walk up the road naked without paint and some people wouldn't notice. Not that you wouldn't be worth noticing,” he added quickly. “It's just that nobody pays much attention, they're all wrapped up in their own stuff. And of course it's a lot easier for a girl to carry this off than a guy. No matter how well I was painted there would be some... details... that even the least observant would pick up on.”
“But I meant...you know how shy I am... I couldn't...”
“Sure you can. You're braver than you think. And if you don't do it I know you'll always wonder...”
Damn. He had her there. She absolutely would.
“Come on. What will it be?”
She knew what the answer to that was. “Fun...” she replied with a notable lack of enthusiasm.

She agreed with him, at least in theory. She knew people floated around in their dreams for the majority of the time, largely unaware of their surroundings. Certainly the drivers in this town seemed to.
In theory, as he said, noone should notice. The problem was that if she did this she wouldn't be naked in theory.
She took a last look in the mirror which still told her that she was dressed.
She would just have to ignore what her bare skin was telling her...

She stepped out the front door nervously, unsure what would happen and tensed as she felt the air and sun. But in the event he was absolutely right. They walked up the street, passed the old man with his old dog, and some workmen unloading a truck. No reaction. She tensed momentarily as a police car approached them on the opposite side of the street, but it obviously had places to be, and that didn't appear to include apprehending and subduing Dangerous Naked Females Disturbing the Peace.
It drove on without slowing. She didn't relax exactly, but she did start to think they might just pull this off.

They entered the shop just as a man was finishing his business. He brushed past them with little politeness and without a glance.
“What did I tell you,” he said in a low voice. “They're all sleepwalking.”
“You go off shopping, she replied. “I'll talk with Rudy.”
This part would be a lot easier, she thought. The owner was an old friend of theirs. He kept the shop, stocked the shelves, and worked ungodly hours. He was also blind. Talking to him wouldn't be a problem, she thought.
And in theory it shouldn't have been.

“So how was Rudy?” he asked as they were walking back.
“Oh, he's fine as always. Said it was good to see us.”
He laughed. “Yep. That's Rudy. He's always glad to see everyone.”
They had always found it odd and interesting that Rudy should use those words. As far as they knew he had never been sighted. But nevertheless that was what he always said.
“But then it got kind of weird. Almost as if he could see me somehow?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, as soon as I started talking to him he kind of frowned and asked if I was all right. He said my voice sounded different somehow. Asked if I might be getting sick or something...”
“So?”
“Well, all right, I know if you're blind you're supposed to get heightened senses or something, but seriously? He can hear clothes?”
“Maybe... it might affect the acoustics, I suppose...”
“I guess. It would have to be pretty damn subtle...”
“Relax, you can't really be upset that a blind man saw you naked.”
She shook her head.
“I suppose not, but... you've got to admit it's weird. I walk down the street stark naked at high noon and the only guy who notices is blind? I don't know how I should feel about that...”

When they got back he put everything away. A bit later he found her on the playground studying herself in the mirror again, turning this way and that.
“Vanity? Really?”
“I'm glad you insisted. That was... something.”
“Scary?”
“Definitely... but kind of in a good way. And this. It's really wonderful... I hate to wash it off. I was wondering, can I keep it on a little longer?”
He started to say something flippant like, “Sure, you can be naked for as long as you want...”
but then he decided, no...let's just see how far this goes.
So instead he just replied casually as he put the restraints away in their toy box,
“Sure, why not?”

All that day they just mooched around, did some chores, she worked in her sketchbook on some new ideas. They had lunch on the patio. She made no comment about being naked outside, just that it was a very nice day. Which indeed it was. He carefully didn't draw attention to the painting. She kept it through dinner and into the evening. Finally at bedtime she said, “I was going to wash it off but now it's kind of late for a bath. Will this come off on the sheets, do you think?”
“It shouldn't, but no matter if it does. It's all washable.”
With that settled she slept in her painted clothes, or nude depending on how you looked at it.

In the morning he expected her to jump right in the shower, but when she examined the paint, which was slightly rubbed now, she decided that if anything it looked better, more real somehow. So she kept it on, they made breakfast and then got on with the day. And what with one thing and another the day wound on. She actually walked out to the bins with some trash and checked the mailbox to see if they had forgotten to the previous day. He made no comment and neither did she. He wasn't sure she had noticed in fact.

Finally at 10 o'clock she had to have her bath. The next day was Monday, which consisted of what might be described as 'real life'. Sadly a naked girl, no matter how well painted, might experience difficulty fitting in. As he had promised it all came away quite well and twenty minutes later she walked into the bedroom still naked but now her standard flesh tone again.
“I'm impressed”, he said.
“Why thank you,sir,” she said, dropping a curtsy which Fifi the maid had taught her.
“Oh, not by that. You, naked? Been there, seen that. No, you broke your record this weekend. By quite a bit in fact.”
“My record? For what?” she asked as she pulled on panties.
“The last time I took your clothes away you were naked for not quite twenty four hours, and seven or so of those you were asleep. I painted you at 9 o'clock yesterday morning. You've been naked this time, counting sleeping, for almost forty hours.”
”I have? No, that can't be right...”
She wasn't exactly shocked, but she had got so used to her paint that she had honestly sort of forgotten.
“Anyway it's different,” she said. “That other time I was really naked. I couldn't have walked to the shop then.”
“Oh, you were really naked this time too. All weekend. Eventually it just kind of slipped your mind. You took out the trash...”
She looked startled.
“Checked the mail...”
“Oh, yes...”
“And you even paid the pizza boy.”
“I...? Oh...” She remembered. “I did, didn't I? Oh dear...”
He thought, not for the first time, how cute she was when she blushed.


Epilogue

“Dude, I 've got to tell you what happened last night!”
“What?”
“I was making my last delivery, I ring the bell, this chick opens the door...”
“Yeah?”
“And she's beautiful, great face, knockout body. She's wearing like a super tight black t shirt and these short cut off jeans...”
“Yeah, and?”
“Except she wasn't!”
“Wasn't what?”
“I mean she wasn't wearing anything. It was paint! She was naked!”
“Bullshit!”
“No really...”
“Dude, that's the plot of like the oldest porno in the world. Pizza guy and randy housewife. I suppose she invited you in...?”
“What? No...”
“Well, what then? What happened? Did she give you a bj on the front porch?”
“No, she paid for the pizza and...I gave them to her...and I left...”
“Dude, someday you're going to have accept the fact that the reason you don't get laid is that basically you're a very boring person. God! Even your sex fantasies are boring! I didn't even know that was possible!”
“But...”
“No. My turn. Did I ever tell you about the time I saw Bigfoot...?'
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