woman, younger man romance
artist finishes a painting
Coda (with support from
Kuusooko - translated as 'Fantasy Girl)
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|When I woke up in the morning, Ando had already left. I could smell coffee, so I dragged myself into the kitchen and poured a cup. As I looked up to take out a mug , I saw his note. In his typical style, it was brief. “I will see you tonight at my place at 7.”
personal space is so different from mine. I fell in love with it immediately. My style is romantic and extremely eclectic. I like to mix styles, materials, and patterns – things you might not normally expect together. I like things coordinated but not matched, harmonious but a bit unconventional, somehow balanced but almost always asymmetrical. I’m sentimental and collect and hang onto old things.
Ando’s apartment is contemporary, smooth, and sleek with simple clean lines. Uncluttered. It is flooded with beautiful natural light that any artist would kill for. His walls are white to showcase a fabulous collection of paintings. As Ando showed me around his place, he reached out to grab my hand and then guided me to a room in the back overlooking the open space. I couldn’t help but notice a conspicuously blank wall, like a blank canvas. The floor was covered with plastic. There were brushes, rollers, and lots of tubes of paint. Blues, yellows, and oranges…a very exciting palette. He had set up some temporary lighting, as well as his camera. It looked like a studio. As Ando was mixing a cosmopolitan for me, I bent down and picked up some of the paint, a beautiful shade of magenta. It was “Body Paint”. What on earth was he up to? I knew that he had artistic tendencies but had not imagined that he would be so committed as to have a proper studio.
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Ando and I shared a pitcher of cosmo. We sat very close together on the couch and talked for a long time. It was that very easy kind of conversation, with lots of touching – not only do the mouths talk but the whole body interacts. The kind of physical contact that you’re not even conscious of. A hand on top of another, fingers trailing up and down an arm or a leg. Tucking a stray hair behind an ear. A touch on the cheek, or across the lips. This is the kind of
touching I love. When it just happens because you’re into one another. Not because you are trying to lead things in a particular direction. You know that he is actually listening to what you are saying and is genuinely interested, not just planning the next move.
It was very comfortable. Ando leaned in and
kissed me. A long, slow, deep kiss. He sat back and looked at me with the most mischievous look in his eyes. “Would you like to help me with a project I’ve been thinking about?” I told him that of course I would, and he took my hand and led me across the room to the plastic drop cloth and paints. Ando began to slowly
blouse. I trusted him to the point that I did not even ask why he was
undressing me. I just knew that he would only do it for my benefit. As he completed taking off my
blouse, he ever so delicately traced the lace edges of my
bra, admiring the way it cupped me. He tossed my blouse on a chair and unfastened my bra. I don’t even remember him slipping my skirt and panties off. He slapped the top of a stool and told me to sit down and get comfortable.
Ando began to open the tubes of paint. He squeezed out enough lapis blue to completely cover the palms of his hands. He then came up behind me and cupped them over my front. The paint on his hands felt very cold on my warm skin. I looked down as he pulled away. There were two bright blue handprints on my chest. Ando rinsed his hands and applied a tangerine colored paint in the same way, overlapping his hands slightly on top of the blue paint. He repeated this process over and over again. It was so exciting to feel him behind me as I anticipated his touch and the chill of the paint. Ando asked me to stand up. This time as he approached from behind, he came up between my legs, cupping my
lower bone in his hand. After leaving a deep magenta print, he withdrew his hand, slowly and deliberately rubbing his finger. “Ando, I think that you should not risk ruining your silk shirt. Why don’t you take it off?” I hadn’t needed to even suggest it. Before I had finished, I saw his shirt fly past to the chair. I was pretty well covered with paint by this time. A rainbow of colors ran down the side of my face and neck, over my shoulders, arms, stomach, and thighs. It looked like a custom made wetsuit! At this point Ando pressed me up against the wall. Ando’s body molded against mine. His knees behind mine, the front of his thighs against the back of mine. His stomach pressed against the small of my back. As he pulled away to release me, he ran his tongue down the entire length of me. From the nape of my neck all the way down to my rear and the back of my knees. I wasn’t the least bit cold… but I was shivering! We both backed away and there was a perfect multi-colored print of my body on his wall. The canvas was no longer bare, but since we both were, Ando suggested that we head to the shower together to clean up before going out to dinner.
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I have never been a big fan of apartments particularly of their
airplane-size bathrooms. My own bathroom is as large as my bedroom. But this time it worked fine for me. Maybe I was even delighted to have it this way. Ando let the warm water run and then pulled me in. We barely fit inside the four walls of the shower stall but that gave ample opportunities for both of us to clean each other. We could hardly move without slipping and sliding against each other. Ando’s deft fingers can not only put colors in all the hard-to-reach crevices, but can equally well take them all off. Ando helped me get dressed. When the time came to put my panties on, he offered his
silk boxers to me. “I plan to wear your
panties,” he said with a wicked smile. “They are all yours,” I replied,” and by the way, I love the silky feel of your boxers.”
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