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Speaker 1: Jane looked over the car motion Her thoughts had tillnaid
Speaker 1: of confused feelings, sitting on the warm sand, bringing her
Speaker 1: knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms tightly
Speaker 1: around them to reassure herself about what she was doing.
Speaker 1: Is this me, she whispered to herself. She had never
Speaker 1: planned on any of this. The more she played these
Speaker 1: creative games, the more she seemed to be opening up
Speaker 1: her hidden pleasures. Dan This week was meant to be
Speaker 1: about art and creativity, not her carnal lusts. Nick kept
Speaker 1: reassuring her that it is where her creative outlet was,
Speaker 1: but she just wasn't so sure. Looking back toward the group,
Speaker 1: they were erecting some old beach volleyball posts that apparently
Speaker 1: would support a canvas they could paint on in pairs.
Speaker 1: As Nick was leading the experience because it was never
Speaker 1: an art class, always an experience, she had come to realize,
Speaker 1: Gwynn had eagerly volunteered to pair with Jane to guide her. Apparently,
Speaker 1: part of the rules, such as they were, was that
Speaker 1: you could bring your own painting material. Jane didn't even
Speaker 1: own a paint brush, and the last time she had
Speaker 1: painted anything was to roll a brush the spare room
Speaker 1: when she was still married. Hardly artistic, she had to
Speaker 1: admit she was more than a little nervous about seeing
Speaker 1: the group seeing her artistic talents, given the images she'd
Speaker 1: seen of some of their creations. Sure hope they like
Speaker 1: stick figures, she mumbled through a wry smile. She watched
Speaker 1: the sunrise a little higher across the horizon. If nothing else,
Speaker 1: the weather was beautiful here, a gentle sea breeze keeping
Speaker 1: the temperatures perfect all day Jane turned and watched the
Speaker 1: large white sheets being fixed to the posts, forming three
Speaker 1: sides of an imprompture room. On the four sides, stones
Speaker 1: and logs were being rolled into places seating for the audience.
Speaker 1: Apparently this was meant to be theatrical art, and the
Speaker 1: drama of the creation of it was as important as
Speaker 1: the end product, something Jane could still not completely understand.
Speaker 1: Deciding she needed to face her fears, she stood up
Speaker 1: and walked back to the group. Maybe Nick could put
Speaker 1: her and go in up first, and then this charade
Speaker 1: could be done, as she could just enjoy watching the
Speaker 1: real artists do their thing, as if walking to the
Speaker 1: hangman's noose. Jane dragged her feet over the sand back
Speaker 1: toward the group. These people were all nice enough, so
Speaker 1: why did this fill her with so much dread? Now
Speaker 1: she'd been here a week, She'd experienced and exposed more
Speaker 1: things about herself than even her best friend knew. Yet
Speaker 1: still this filled her with dread. Jane stopped at the
Speaker 1: edge of the unpromptued theater, staring at it just filled
Speaker 1: her with more intrepidation. Taking a breath, she walked up
Speaker 1: to Nick. Could me and Gwynn go first? She asked. Sure,
Speaker 1: that's a great idea, he said, with a surprising sincerity.
Speaker 1: Gwinn's just gone to get her special painting materials, he added,
Speaker 1: with a glint in his eye. What the hell had
Speaker 1: she gotten herself into? Reassuring herself that no one apart
Speaker 1: from the people on the beach would ever see their creation,
Speaker 1: she could just let herself go. This was the last
Speaker 1: morning here, after all, and she would never need to
Speaker 1: see these people again. Walking around the amphitheater of white sheeting,
Speaker 1: they seemed to look so much larger in her mind's eye,
Speaker 1: but the reality was the sheets were not much larger
Speaker 1: than her bed at home. Maybe she could just paint
Speaker 1: in one small corner and Gwynn could fill the rest
Speaker 1: of the canvas. That way, no one would see what
Speaker 1: she had painted. Gwynn positively skipped across the sand when
Speaker 1: she returned, swinging her bag of what Jane could only
Speaker 1: presume were painting materials, a wide grin spreading across her face.
Speaker 1: As she neared Jane, Leaning in, she whispered, are you
Speaker 1: ready for some artistic fun? I'm really not sure I'd
Speaker 1: describe what I'd do as artistic. For sure, I'll try,
Speaker 1: She said, sounding unconvinced. Hush, Gwynn said, he'll be great,
Speaker 1: as she spanked Jane afully on the butt. It was
Speaker 1: something Gwynn had made a habit of doing recently, and
Speaker 1: every time it sent a small thrill of excitement rushing
Speaker 1: through Jane's body. Have you got your swimwear? You don't
Speaker 1: want to ruin those pretty clothes, gwyn asked. Jane just nodded,
Speaker 1: thinking of the swimwears she'd bought for sunbathing and maybe
Speaker 1: a dip in the ocean, certainly not for painting, and
Speaker 1: more than a little concerned how secure her body might
Speaker 1: be in the rather small stretch of a material. So
Speaker 1: what's in the bag? Jane asked, desperate to change the conversation. Oh,
Speaker 1: this is just some painting equipment and things. To be honest,
Speaker 1: I'm not very good with painting. If they'd asked me
Speaker 1: to paint the Sistine Chapel, they would have got a
Speaker 1: covering of eggshell blue and nothing else. Giggling, Jane responded, Oh,
Speaker 1: you haven't seen my attempts yet. Yours would be far better.
Speaker 1: Laughing like schoolgirls, they moved into the ampitheater, pots of
Speaker 1: paints of various colors were dotted around in the sand.
Speaker 1: Jane still wasn't totally sure how this was meant to happen.
Speaker 1: Deciding on following Quinn's lead for safety, she followed her
Speaker 1: around the makeshift theater, staring into the pots for more
Speaker 1: a distraction or perhaps inspiration. Jane suddenly became aware of
Speaker 1: Nick walking with a basket of brushes and placing it
Speaker 1: in the middle. Walking over, she inspected the brushes. Didn't
Speaker 1: artists use small brushes. These were certainly much larger than
Speaker 1: she had anticipated, she thought, looking at the brush that
Speaker 1: was at least nine inches across. As a group gathered
Speaker 1: on the seats, Suddenly, Jane felt very self conscious. Was
Speaker 1: she really going to paint a picture in front of
Speaker 1: all these talented artists? His hands. To quieten the crowd,
Speaker 1: Nick said, for the final day, we're going to have
Speaker 1: some fun. This isn't about creating a masterpiece. It is
Speaker 1: just about having fun with color. I doubt very much
Speaker 1: we will end the day with anything you might recognize,
Speaker 1: but that isn't the point. Just let your creativity flow
Speaker 1: with what comes naturally. With that, he retreated to the
Speaker 1: seating area and took his place in the front of
Speaker 1: the seats. Quinn dropped her skirt and shirt to the sand,
Speaker 1: slipping off her sandals and picking up a brush. She
Speaker 1: inspected it, staring at it as if it might have
Speaker 1: some magical properties. Shrugging her shoulders, she walked to a
Speaker 1: pot of paint and plunged the brush in, Smiling and
Speaker 1: winking at Jane. She walked to one of the sheets.
Speaker 1: Seeing her in just a swimsuit for the first time,
Speaker 1: Jane noticed how athletic she was. Jane's eyes caressed her
Speaker 1: body as she watched her stand before the sheet, and
Speaker 1: Jane dropped her clothes in a part next to Gwyn's,
Speaker 1: grabbed a brush and stood next to Gwyn. What now,
Speaker 1: she whispered, I am thinking we throw some paint at
Speaker 1: these sheets. Let's just forget about making it art, as
Speaker 1: neither of us can actually paint, and just have some fun. Unsure,
Speaker 1: Jane dipped her brush into a pot of blue paint.
Speaker 1: At least it would contrast with the yellow dripping from
Speaker 1: Gwinn's brush. With the determined motion of her arm, Gwinn
Speaker 1: swung her brush across the sheet, a wide stroke of
Speaker 1: yellow appearing, although most of it in fairness, ended upon Gwynn. Giggling,
Speaker 1: Jane thrust a brush across the sheet, the splashes of
Speaker 1: blue decorating her body. Gwynn grabbed her arm, turning her
Speaker 1: into some vague tango, and as she splashed the brush
Speaker 1: across the sheet, she caught a broad stroke across Jane's chest.
Speaker 1: Her proximity to Gwynn and the stroke of the brush
Speaker 1: caused her to gasp, her nipples suddenly swelling with desire.
Speaker 1: Letting Jane go, Gwinn stumbled a little, staggering next to
Speaker 1: the canvas. Jane cast a retaliatory stroke across Gwinn's chest
Speaker 1: in the canvas, biting her lips as she watched Gwin's
Speaker 1: erect nipples poked through her swimsuit. The looking Gwinn's eyes
Speaker 1: burned with desire as she lifted her arm vertically, the brush,
Speaker 1: caressing a line up the inside of Jane's thigh and
Speaker 1: firmly caressing her clit. The moment the brush touched her clit,
Speaker 1: a tremor echoed through Jane's body. Her cool clenched would
Speaker 1: need consumed by a sudden rush of desire. Jane miss Gwinn,
Speaker 1: moving behind her and spanking her with the brush across
Speaker 1: her ass. Her pussy responded with a now familiar burning
Speaker 1: ache as the caress of her juices dripped down a thigh,
Speaker 1: drawing a line through the paint. Gwin's eyes fixated on
Speaker 1: Jane's sighs, mesmerized by the trail of pleasure dripping down,
Speaker 1: all pretense of art forgotten, the canvas now a distant memory.
Speaker 1: Jane brought her brush firmly up, a stroke of blue
Speaker 1: appearing along Gwin's sighs. Non reaching the top, Jane stopped,
Speaker 1: twirling the brush to and fro forcing the pleasure she
Speaker 1: felt to move through Gwinn's body, before continuing the stroke,
Speaker 1: dragging the sensation up further through Twin's torso, pushing up
Speaker 1: against her breast, the brush pressing hard on her nipples.
Speaker 1: Jane grinned at the waves of pleasure that moved across
Speaker 1: Gwinn's face, before sliding the brush over her face. Gwen
Speaker 1: quickly moved to her bag and grabbed something from it,
Speaker 1: dipping it into the pot, before determinedly returning to Jane.
Speaker 1: Grabbing her wrists, she turned her and then pulled her
Speaker 1: against her before raising her arm and bringing the paint
Speaker 1: covered flogger down across her ass. Jane bit into Gwyn's
Speaker 1: shoulder as a shock of pleasure electrocuted her body. Gwyn
Speaker 1: proceeded to drag the flogga up and down the back
Speaker 1: of her thigh, dragging both the paint and wildfire of
Speaker 1: sensations with it, before stroking it along her pussy. Jane's
Speaker 1: thighs clenched at the flogger. Caught off guard, she could
Speaker 1: do little else but rub her brush firmly along Gwinn's pussy.
Speaker 1: Hearing her moans of pleasure just feeled Jane's own desire.
Speaker 1: When the next strike of the flogger hit her ass firmly,
Speaker 1: Jane felt she couldn't hold her orgasm back any longer,
Speaker 1: Clinging to Gwinn's arm for stability, her knees began buckling
Speaker 1: under the weight of pleasure. It just took one more
Speaker 1: caress of the flogger between her thighs for Jane to
Speaker 1: have no more resistance as an orgasm exploded through her
Speaker 1: body torturously. Gwyn kept rubbing the flogger between her thighs,
Speaker 1: perpetuating Jane's orgasm. Pleading Jane could barely keep herself upright,
Speaker 1: with the onslaught of pleasure moving through her. When Gwynn
Speaker 1: did eventually stop, Jane couldn't even see straight, her body
Speaker 1: flooded with pleasure. Slowly, she became aware of Nick's voice
Speaker 1: commending their creativity. Gwinn helped Jane toward the beach showers,
Speaker 1: grabbing their clothes as they passed the pile that they
Speaker 1: had left. Are you oka, that was pretty intense, gwyn
Speaker 1: whispered as she reached the stands. I just need to
Speaker 1: keep my brain, Jane muttered as she leaned against a
Speaker 1: wooden shower cubicle. Nick's voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
Speaker 1: Are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine, Just need a breath
Speaker 1: and to take a shower, Jane responded, the pair of
Speaker 1: them watching her with sincere concern. Jane eventually felt her
Speaker 1: heart rate returning to normal, her breath calming. Nick swung
Speaker 1: the shower door open and turned the flow of cool
Speaker 1: water on. Reaching him with his hand, he retrieved a
Speaker 1: handful of water before sliding his hand over Jane's face,
Speaker 1: washing the paint from her, His cold caress stimulating Jane
Speaker 1: once more. As they both helped her into the shower,
Speaker 1: The cold water cascaded down Jane's body, seeming to send
Speaker 1: jolts of electricity through her skin, their fingers moving through
Speaker 1: the show the straps of her swimwear, the water finding
Speaker 1: its way across her erec nipples. Without thinking, Jane reached
Speaker 1: down and massage nick stiffening cock through his pants, pulling
Speaker 1: him into the shower with her, reaching her hand up
Speaker 1: as she clasped the overhead pipe and raised her legs
Speaker 1: around his hips. I need your cock inside me, please,
Speaker 1: she moaned. With Nick's hands supporting Jane, Gwynn unbuckled his pants,
Speaker 1: letting his cock loose into the shower, before sliding Jane's
Speaker 1: bathing suit to one side and guiding him into her
Speaker 1: waiting pussy. Jane moaned loudly with his first thrust as
Speaker 1: she felt her lips stretch around him, her pussy clutching
Speaker 1: hungrily at his firmness as he thrust deep and hard
Speaker 1: into her. Gwinn's hands slid up a little higher and
Speaker 1: rubbed Jane's clip firmly, sending bolts of electricity through a
Speaker 1: body with a passion fueled intent, before saying, suck my nipples, Gwen,
Speaker 1: not waiting another moment Gwyn's lips moved over Jane's nipples,
Speaker 1: teasing them with her tongue and teeth while she continued
Speaker 1: to rubber click. The water cascading down her body only
Speaker 1: served to accentuate the sensations moving through her as her
Speaker 1: thighs tightened around Nick's waist, pulling him harder and deeper
Speaker 1: into her feeling. Gwinn's other hand exploring her ass, massaging
Speaker 1: her before sliding a finger inside, teasing inside Jane in
Speaker 1: that way she knew drove a wild with desire. Jane
Speaker 1: bugged against Nick, her orgasm spreading when he tensed and
Speaker 1: his hot coum flooded her pussy. Her own body reacted
Speaker 1: to the sensation as she raised her hips slightly into
Speaker 1: Gwinn's hand and her body exploded into orgasm her legs.
Speaker 1: She stood unsteadily on the stand as Nick's cock dropped
Speaker 1: from her pussy. Her eyes burned into Gwin's before she
Speaker 1: grabbed her hair, guiding her lower. Knowing her need, Gwinn
Speaker 1: dropped to her knees, looking up. The gaze held each
Speaker 1: other as her tongue furiously licked at Jane's pussy before
Speaker 1: she parted Jane's lips with her thumbs and pushed deep inside,
Speaker 1: drinking her nix come voraciously from inside. Jane wasn't sure
Speaker 1: if one orgasm had ended and a new one started,
Speaker 1: or if this was just a continuation of her last orgasm.
Speaker 1: What she did know was her body tensed with pleasure
Speaker 1: as Gwinn flicked between her clit and pussy faster and faster,
Speaker 1: harder and harder. Jane cried out in sheer pleasure as
Speaker 1: her body exploded in another beautiful orgasm. Jane reached down,
Speaker 1: pushing her fingers through Gwinn's hair. She lifted her head
Speaker 1: back to hers, tasting the pleasure she held in her
Speaker 1: mouth as her lips connected, letting her hand drop. Jane's
Speaker 1: fingers slid between Gwinn's sighs, massaging her click through her swimsuit,
Speaker 1: before pushing it to one side and thrusting her fingers
Speaker 1: deep and hard inside Gwinn's pussy, rubbing it furiously. From
Speaker 1: Gwinn's moans and gasps, Jane knew she was on the edge,
Speaker 1: and when her body went rigid, her pussy clenching at
Speaker 1: Jane's fingers with need, before pushing her tongue deep into
Speaker 1: Jane's mouth. Jane closed her eyes, immersing herself in the pleasure.
Speaker 1: As she opened her eyes, watching the ceiling fan above
Speaker 1: her spin lazily, her fingers still inside her pussy, enjoying
Speaker 1: the gentle throbbing from her post or gasme bliss. As
Speaker 1: she lay there on the bed, the memory of that
Speaker 1: week from almost a year ago had kept us saying
Speaker 1: in the most difficult times. Her phone deemed on her nightstand.
Speaker 1: Jane leaned over, looking at the message Nick coming again
Speaker 1: this year, it said. Jane looked past the phone to
Speaker 1: the white sheet that hung proudly on the wall. Some
Speaker 1: might not think of it as art, but to her
Speaker 1: it was two broad strokes of color, one broken by
Speaker 1: the unmistakable silhouette of Gwynn Angrin to herself, before whispering
Speaker 1: coming a year thanks, before responding to the text. So
Speaker 1: that's the end of that little three part series. I
Speaker 1: hope you've enjoyed it. I hope it was fun a
Speaker 1: bit different. Um. You do want to get wild, don't you,
Speaker 1: But until then, and always with your pleasure in mind,
Speaker 1: this is devil and Wild, Wishing you salacious dreams. M.