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Speaker 1: Jane looked over the car motion. Her thoughts are tornado
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 pleasures. Dan. This week was meant to be about
Speaker 1: art and creativity, not her cardinal lusts. Nick kept reassuring
Speaker 1: her that it is where her creative outlet was, but
Speaker 1: 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 side, 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 Gwinn up first, and then this charade could
Speaker 1: be done, as she could just enjoy watching the real
Speaker 1: artists do their thing, as if walking to the hangman's noose,
Speaker 1: Jane dragged her feet over the sand back toward the group.
Speaker 1: These people were all nice enough, so why did this
Speaker 1: fill her with so much dread. Now she'd been here
Speaker 1: a week, She'd experienced and exposed more things about herself
Speaker 1: than even her best friend knew. Yet still this filled
Speaker 1: her with dread. Jane stopped at the edge of the
Speaker 1: unpromptued theater, Staring at it just filled her with more intrepidation.
Speaker 1: Taking a breath, she walked up to Nick. Could me
Speaker 1: and Gwynn go first, she asked. Sure, that's a great idea,
Speaker 1: he said, with a surprising sincerity. Gwinn's just gone to
Speaker 1: get her special painting materials, he added, with a glint
Speaker 1: in his eye. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Speaker 1: Reassuring herself that no one apart from the people on
Speaker 1: the beach would ever see their creation, she could just
Speaker 1: let herself go. This was the last morning here, after all,
Speaker 1: and she would never need to see these people again.
Speaker 1: Walking around the amphitheater of white sheeting, they seemed to
Speaker 1: look so much larger in her mind's eye, but the
Speaker 1: reality was the sheets were not much larger than her
Speaker 1: bed at home. Maybe she could just paint in one
Speaker 1: small corner and Gwynn could fill the rest of the canvas.
Speaker 1: That way, no one would see what she had painted.
Speaker 1: Gwinn positively skipped across the sand when she returned, swinging
Speaker 1: her bag of what Jane could only presume were painting materials,
Speaker 1: a wide grin spreading across her face. As she neared Jane,
Speaker 1: Leaning in, she whispered, are you ready for some artistic fun?
Speaker 1: I'm really not sure i'd describe what I'd do as artistic.
Speaker 1: For sure, I'll try, she said, sounding unconvinced. Hush, Gwynn said,
Speaker 1: you'll be great, as she spanked Jane playfully on the butt.
Speaker 1: It was something Gwynn had made a habit of doing recently,
Speaker 1: and every time it sent a small thrill of excitement
Speaker 1: rushing through Jane's body. Have you got your swimwear? You
Speaker 1: don't want to ruin those pretty clothes, Gwynn asked. Jane
Speaker 1: just nodded, thinking of the swimwears she'd bought for sunbathing
Speaker 1: and maybe a dip in the ocean, certainly not for painting,
Speaker 1: and more than a little concerned how secure her body
Speaker 1: he might be in the rather small stretch of a material.
Speaker 1: So what's in the bag? Jane asked, desperate to change
Speaker 1: the conversation. Oh, this is just some painting equipment. And things.
Speaker 1: To be honest, I'm not very good with painting. If
Speaker 1: they'd asked me to paint the Sistine Chapel, they would
Speaker 1: have got a covering of eggshell blow and nothing else. Giggling,
Speaker 1: Jane responded, Oh, you haven't seen my attempts yet. Yours
Speaker 1: would be far better. Laughing like schoolgirls, they moved into
Speaker 1: the ampitheater. Pots of paints of various colors were dotted
Speaker 1: around in the sand. Jane still wasn't totally sure how
Speaker 1: this was meant to happen. Deciding on following Quinn's lead
Speaker 1: for safety, she followed her around the makeshift theater, staring
Speaker 1: into the pots for more a distraction or perhaps inspiration.
Speaker 1: Jane suddenly became aware of Nick walking with a basket
Speaker 1: of brushes and placing it in the middle. Walking over,
Speaker 1: she inspected the brushes. Didn't artists use small brushes? These
Speaker 1: were certainly much larger than she had anticipated, she thought,
Speaker 1: looking at the brush that was at least nine inches across.
Speaker 1: As a group gathered on the seats, Suddenly, Jane felt
Speaker 1: very self conscious. Was she really going to paint a
Speaker 1: picture in front of all these talented artists? Raising his
Speaker 1: hands to quieten the crowd, Nick said, for the final day,
Speaker 1: we're going to have some fun. This isn't about creating
Speaker 1: a masterpiece. It is just about having fun with color.
Speaker 1: I doubt very much we will end the day with
Speaker 1: anything you might recognize, but that isn't the point. Just
Speaker 1: let your creativity flow with what comes naturally. With that,
Speaker 1: he retreated to the seating area and took his place
Speaker 1: in front of the seats. Quinn dropped her skirt and
Speaker 1: shirt to the sand, slipping off her sandals and picking
Speaker 1: up a brush. She inspected it, staring at it as
Speaker 1: if it might have some magical properties. Shrugging her shoulders,
Speaker 1: she walked to a pot of paint and plunged the
Speaker 1: brush in, Smiling and winking at Jane. She walked to
Speaker 1: one of the sheets. Seeing her in just a swimsuit.
Speaker 1: For the first time, Jane noticed how athletic she was.
Speaker 1: Jane's eyes caressed her body as she watched her stand
Speaker 1: before the sheet, and Jane dropped her clothes in a
Speaker 1: palm next to Gwinn's, grabbed a brush and stood next
Speaker 1: to Gwynn. What now, she whispered, I am thinking we
Speaker 1: throw some paint at these sheets. Let's just forget about
Speaker 1: making it art, as neither of us can actually paint.
Speaker 1: Just have some fun, unsure, Jane dipped her brush into
Speaker 1: a pot of blue paint. At least it would contrast
Speaker 1: with the yellow dripping from Gwinn's brush. With the determined
Speaker 1: motion of her arm, Gwinn swung her brush across the sheet,
Speaker 1: a wide stroke of yellow appearing, although most of it,
Speaker 1: in fairness, ended upon Gwynn. Giggling, Jane thrust her brush
Speaker 1: across the sheet, the splashes of blue decorating her body.
Speaker 1: Gwynn grabbed her arm, turning her into some vague tanger
Speaker 1: and as she splashed the brush across the sheet, she
Speaker 1: caught a broad stroke across Jane's chest. Her proximity to
Speaker 1: Gwynn and the stroke of the brush caused her to gasp,
Speaker 1: her nipples suddenly swelling with desire. Letting Jane go, Gwinn
Speaker 1: stumbled a little, staggering next to the canvas. Jane cast
Speaker 1: a retaliatory stroke cross Gwinn's chest and the canvas, biting
Speaker 1: her lips as she watched Gwin's erect nipples poked through
Speaker 1: her swimsuit. The looking Qwin's eyes burned with desire as
Speaker 1: she lifted her arm vertically, the brush caressing a line
Speaker 1: up the inside of Jane's thigh and firmly caressing her clit.
Speaker 1: The moment the brush touched her clit, a tremor echoed
Speaker 1: through Jane's body, her core clenched, would need consumed by
Speaker 1: a sudden rush of desire. Jane missed Gwyn moving behind
Speaker 1: her and spanking her with a brush across the ass.
Speaker 1: Her pussy responded with a now familiar burning ache as
Speaker 1: the caress of her juices dripped down a thigh, drawing
Speaker 1: a line through the paint. Gwin's eyes fixated on Jane's sides,
Speaker 1: mesmerized by the trail of pleasure dripping down, all pretense
Speaker 1: of art forgotten, the canvas now a distant memory. Jane
Speaker 1: brought her brush firmly up, a stroke of blue appearing
Speaker 1: along Gwin's sighs. Non reaching the top, Jane stopped, twirling
Speaker 1: the brush to and fro forcing the pleasure she felt
Speaker 1: to move through Gwinn's body, before continuing the stroke, dragging
Speaker 1: the sensation up further through Twin's torso, pushing up against
Speaker 1: her breast, the brush pressing hard on her nipples. Jane
Speaker 1: grinned at the waves of pleasure that moved across Gwinn's face,
Speaker 1: before sliding the brush over her face. Gwen quickly moved
Speaker 1: to her bag and grabbed something from it, dipping it
Speaker 1: into the pot, before determinedly returning to Jane. Grabbing her wrists,
Speaker 1: she turned her and then pulled her against her before
Speaker 1: raising her arm and bringing the paint covered flogger down
Speaker 1: across her ass. Jane bit into Gwyn's shoulder as a
Speaker 1: shock of pleasure electrocuted her body. Gwyn proceeded to drag
Speaker 1: the floor up and down the back of her thigh,
Speaker 1: dragging both the paint and wildfire of sensations with it,
Speaker 1: before stroking it along her pussy. Jane's thighs clenched at
Speaker 1: the flogger. Caught off guard, she could do little else
Speaker 1: but rub her brush firmly along Gwinn's pussy. Hearing her
Speaker 1: moans of pleasure just feeled Jane's own desire. When the
Speaker 1: next strike of the flogger hit her ass firmly, Jane
Speaker 1: felt she couldn't hold her orgasm back any longer, clinging
Speaker 1: to Gwin's arm for stability, her knees began buckling under
Speaker 1: the weight of pleasure. It just took one more caress
Speaker 1: of the flogger between her thighs for Jane to have
Speaker 1: no more resistance as an orgasm exploded through her body. Torturously.
Speaker 1: Gwynn kept rubbing the flogger between her thighs, perpetuating Jane's orgasm. Pleading,
Speaker 1: Jane could barely keep herself upright with the onslaught of
Speaker 1: pleasure moving through her. When gwyn did eventually stop, Jane
Speaker 1: couldn't even see straight, her body flooded with pleasure. Slowly,
Speaker 1: she became aware of Nick's voice commending their creativity. Quinn
Speaker 1: helped Jane toward the beach showers, grabbing their clothes as
Speaker 1: they passed the pile that they had left. Are you okay?
Speaker 1: That was pretty intense, Gwinn whispered as she reached the stands.
Speaker 1: I just need to keep my breath, Jane muttered as
Speaker 1: she leaned against a wooden shower cubicle. Nick's voice suddenly
Speaker 1: sounded from behind her. Are you okay, Yeah, I'm fine,
Speaker 1: Just need a breath and to take a shower, Jane responded,
Speaker 1: The pair of them watching her with sincere concern. Jane
Speaker 1: eventually felt her heart rate returning to normal, her breath calming.
Speaker 1: Nick swung the shower door open and turned the flow
Speaker 1: of cool water on. Reaching him with his hand, he
Speaker 1: retrieved a handful of water before sliding his hand over
Speaker 1: Jane's face, washing the paint from her, his cold caress
Speaker 1: stimulating Jane once more. As they both helped her into
Speaker 1: the shower. The cold water cascaded down Jane's body, seeming
Speaker 1: to send jolts of electricity through her skin, their fingers
Speaker 1: moving through the shoulder straps of her swimwear, the water
Speaker 1: finding its way across her erect nipples. Without thinking, Jane
Speaker 1: reached down a massage nick stiffening cock through his pants,
Speaker 1: pulling him into the shower with her, reaching her hand
Speaker 1: up as she clasped the overhead pipe and raised her
Speaker 1: legs around his hips. I need your cock inside me, please,
Speaker 1: she moaned. With Nick's hands supporting Jane, Gwinn 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 her
Speaker 1: body with a passion fueled intent, before saying, suck my nipples. Gwin,
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 rub her clip. The water cascading down her body
Speaker 1: only served to accentuate the sensations moving through her as
Speaker 1: her thighs tightened around Nick's waist, pulling him harder and
Speaker 1: deeper in to her feeling. Gwinn's other hand exploring her ass,
Speaker 1: massaging her before sliding a finger inside, teasing inside Jane
Speaker 1: in that way she knew drove a wild with desire.
Speaker 1: Jane bucked against Nick, her orgasm spreading when he tensed
Speaker 1: and his hot com flooded her pussy. Her own body
Speaker 1: reacted to the sensation as she raised her hip slightly
Speaker 1: into Gwinn's hand and her body exploded into orgasm. Lowering
Speaker 1: her legs, she stood unsteadily on the stand as Nick's
Speaker 1: cock dropped from her pussy. Her eyes burned into Gwin's
Speaker 1: before she grabbed her hair, guiding her lower Knowing her need,
Speaker 1: Quinn dropped to her knees, looking up the gaze held
Speaker 1: each other as her tongue furiously licked at Jane's pussy,
Speaker 1: before she parted Jane's lips with her thumbs and pushed
Speaker 1: deep inside, drinking her ennixed voraciously from inside. Jane wasn't
Speaker 1: sure 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 Gwynn 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 size, 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 her 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 orgasmic bliss as she
Speaker 1: lay there on the bed, the memory of that week
Speaker 1: from almost a year ago had kept us saying in
Speaker 1: the most difficult times. Her phone dinged 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
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