Jim's phone lit up the dark room before it made a sound. He was on the very edge of sleep when he heard the buzzing and glanced at the screen. The call was from Gina, and he felt a tingle in his gut. In a flash, he snapped up the phone and said, "Hey, Gina. So happy to hear from you!"

"Hi Jim, how are you? I hope it's not too late."

"No, I am in bed but still awake. What's up? To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"

"I have a question for you, and you can feel free to say no if it's too much."

"Well, if there is anything I can do for you, I would move heaven and earth to make it happen."

"You are a true gentleman, and I appreciate it, but wait until you hear what I am asking first. You see, a friend of mine is getting married soon, and I don't really have a date for the wedding. I was wondering if you could come to Toronto for a few days and be my date. You could stay with me, and I promise to make it an enjoyable experience for us both."

Jim's heart leapt at the invitation, and his mind raced forward to imagining her naked body in his arms. "What are the dates? My schedule is pretty open, and I have some vacation days saved up."

"It's in 2 weeks. I realize it is really short notice, and I feel terrible for asking. I really wanted to spend some time with you, but I was nervous about it being a wedding and sending the wrong signal. You must think I'm neurotic."

"Not at all! If I promise not to read too much into it, will you promise to stop worrying about it and just have a good time?"

"I suppose I can do that, but there is one more thing I need to mention."

"What's that?" Jim inquired.

"It's a traditional Indian wedding, so there will be a rather large time commitment, and you would have to wear traditional clothing. Are you up for that?"

"I have never been to an Indian wedding before, so it sounds like fun. And if you are there to help me pick out my clothes, I have nothing to worry about. I am wondering about one thing: will you be wearing traditional henna also? I only ask because since we last met, I have been learning and have gotten pretty good with the ancient art of henna tattoos, if I do say so myself."

"Jim, you never cease to amaze me! Yes, I will be wearing henna, and I would be delighted if you would be my artist. You will be the talk of all the festivities. I can't wait to show you off. I will text you the details now. God, I can't wait to see you."

Jim hung up the phone and fell sound asleep in the knowledge he would be seeing an Indian goddess again soon.

The two weeks flew by, and Jim found himself stepping off the jetway in Toronto in the blink of an eye. It was the earliest inbound flight, so the airport was practically empty. He made his way through the terminal toward the exit, and he saw her standing and waiting. She was wearing an electric blue dress with spaghetti straps that hugged her hips and showed the most beautiful bit of cleavage. Jim grinned involuntarily as he walked up to her, dropped his bag, and hugged her with both arms.

"It is wonderful to see you again, Gina. You look fantastic!"

Gina blushed at the compliment and let her hands run down his arms and squeeze his muscles. "I see you have been keeping up with your workouts. You look good enough to eat." She licked her lips and flashed a suggestive grin. "Let's get out of here; we have a long day ahead of us." She took his hand and led him through the parking lot.

They got to the car, and Jim threw his bag in the backseat. "I didn't bring much because I knew my wardrobe would be changing."

"Oh, we'll take care of your wardrobe, but first you have to show me this artistic talent you were bragging about. I have all the supplies you’ll need at home, and I can't wait to see your work! Now, let's go." She put the car into gear and sped forward toward her place.

They made small talk along the way and caught each other up about work and social life. Both received promotions within the past few months, and neither of them was seeing anyone seriously since they last saw each other. The latter came as a relief, and they both fell awkwardly silent when they learned the other was unattached.

After a few minutes, Gina pulled into the driveway to her place and practically skidded into park. She threw her seatbelt off her shoulder and looked Jim directly in the eyes. "I can't tell you how excited I was to see you again. I am looking forward to enjoying every moment we have together. We need to move fast, but I am not in a rush. It’s just that the henna needs to cure for several hours, and the first event is this evening. It’s called the ‘Sangeet’, and it is going to be a blast! There will be some singing and plenty of dancing, but I need to look my best."

"I will do my best not to disappoint you, Gina. Let's get to work. First things first, I need you to wash your hands and wrists well, with soapy water, while I get the henna ready."

 "Oh, I am going to wash my whole body, because you are going to be decorating more than just my hands, darling. The henna powder is in the freezer, and the rest of the supplies are on the counter in the kitchen. You start getting set up, and I’ll go get cleaned up."

Gina disappeared around the corner and closed the door to the bathroom behind her, leaving Jim to fend for himself. "Well, let's get to work," he told himself as he walked toward the freezer.

Jim moved swiftly and sifted the henna powder into a bowl and mixed it with some lemon juice. Gina had also left some eucalyptus oil and rose petals next to a shot of espresso, and he added some of these to the mixture along with a little sugar. A few more minutes of mixing and the paste was smooth. Just the right consistency for a perfect tattoo. He spooned the paste into a zip-top bag and squeezed out all the air before closing it. He cut the tiniest of holes in the corner just as he saw some movement out of the corner of his eye.

Gina stood there, completely nude, with her hair pulled up into a messy bun. Jim was captivated by her cinnamon skin and dark nipples. As she sauntered up to him, he admired the fullness of her hips and the neatly trimmed patch of hair nestled between her legs.

"Ummm, wow. That is a beautiful canvas. Where would you like me to start?" Jim asked.

"First, I need to confess something to you. I am going to have you put a design somewhere it won't be seen, so I can be sure your work is worthy of a public viewing. Assuming it meets my exacting standards, then I will open up my whole body to embellish however you wish. So, I would like you to adorn my breasts first, so I can be confident in your abilities. I believe the first step is to moisturize with some oil, no?"

Jim handed her the bottle of oil and watched as she poured a little into her palm and massaged it into her chest. She slowly kneaded her ample bosom and squeezed her nipples between her fingers. Gina licked her lips as she worked the moisture into her skin. "There, that should be good for you to start."

"I am going to need you to lie down on your back for me," as he handed her the towel and spread it on the island in her kitchen. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her by the waist to help her up.

Gina felt a flush of heat as she saw his muscles ripple as he deftly placed her on the towel and she lay back. Jim immediately got to work, working in fine lines around her chocolate areola. After several minutes of delicate work, he had created what looked like a fiery sun shining in the most intricate pattern across one of her breasts. As he was concentrating, he noticed that their breathing patterns were in perfect synchronization, and his complete focus on his art was the only thing keeping him from ravaging her on the counter in front of him.

"Would you like to take a look?

Gina lifted her head and could see the top portion of the design he had created, and a satisfied smile drew across her lips. "Jim, that is exquisite!" She reached up her hands and pulled his head down to kiss him passionately. "Now, my body is yours. I am giving you complete freedom. Just make sure to leave enough time and henna to finish my hands."

"I am going to need you to stand up and bend over for me then." He saw her eyes widen, her cheeks flush, and her mouth drop open.

"Oh my! Yes sir. You are such a naughty boy." She sat bolt upright and practically leapt off the counter and turned her back toward him. Just to tease him, she slowly let herself bend forward at her hips and ran her hands down her calves and hissed as she exhaled. The next sensation was the feel of his oiled hands exploring her ass cheeks, her crack, and her lower back. As he worked the oil into her skin, he felt his cock jump in his pants, but he willed himself to concentrate.

"This part is just for me, so I can admire it later. This might tickle a little bit." Jim set about painting an intricate design that closely resembled the leaves of a tree growing out across her lower back, and outward onto her ass cheeks, all appearing to emanate from her dark rosebud.

Gina struggled not to wiggle as he worked because of the light touch. Indeed, it did tickle a little. Jim made sure not to put any henna directly in her crack, so it wouldn't smear as it dried. He finished quickly and admired the roundness of her backside. He was really going to enjoy that piece later. "Ok, all done back here. Stand up, and I will get to work on your hands."

As she straightened back up, she desperately wished she could see what it looked like, but Jim warned her, "Nope, no peeking. You can see it later when we peel it off. Now, let me see your hands."

She reached out her hand and relished in the sensation of Jim rubbing the oil into her palms. He took each finger and made sure they were all moisturized, and then he moved to her wrists. His touch was firm and confident, but still gentle and sensual. She lost herself with her eyes closed and let her head roll around as she relaxed. Jim heard her coo quietly and watched in satisfaction as she released all her tension. The air smelled sweet and savory with the scent of coffee and eucalyptus.

Gina opened her eyes after what seemed like only a few minutes, but Jim had been working steadily for over an hour. She glanced down and saw the most delicate lines running up her wrists and enveloping each finger. It looked like she was wearing a pair of intricate lace gloves, with a beautiful floral pattern. Gina gasped in surprise.

"Oh my... I can't... That is so... incredibly wonderful, Jim! I mean, really. This is amazing. I think the bride might be jealous when she sees this, and we haven't even taken the ink off yet!"

"Well, we have several hours before we can do that, so let's get these covered. I think your boobs are dry at this point, so we'll start there." Jim carefully placed some plastic wrap over his artwork and tried not to think too hard about how he was touching her chest. He grabbed her by the hips and spun her around like he was leading a tango and heard her gasp in approval. He carefully covered each ass cheek and her lower back while resisting the urge to smack her backside. He didn't want to prematurely knock any of the ink off. Lastly, he helped her into a pair of plastic gloves, and she was ready for the ink to work its magic.

"Ok, that's all the henna done. What now? We have to let it sit for several hours, and you can't let anything touch it or be moving around too much."

"Well, I took the liberty of buying a few clothing options for the Sangeet tonight. Why don't you give me a little fashion show while we wait? The clothes are in the bedroom, all laid out for you."

Jim sauntered into her bedroom and tried on the first set of clothes. They were a bright shade of red, with golden threaded accents. When he walked into the kitchen, he could tell by the look on her face that it was not the right fit. He said nothing, turned around, and went back into the bedroom. There were two options left, and he took the liberty of choosing the one he thought would work best. It was an electric blue color, like the dress she was wearing when she picked him up, with bright green accents in a traditional pattern.

As he walked out of the bedroom, he saw her face light up as she exclaimed, "Yes! That’s the one. I love those colors on you. Now, go take it off and come back in here. WITHOUT clothing, please. It's not fair, me being naked all by myself. I want to see all of you"

Jim's eyebrows raised at that command, but he willingly complied. He took off the clothes and placed them neatly on the bed and sheepishly walked out into the kitchen.

 "Ah yes, now that IS better. I want you to come and lie on my towel on the counter, just as you had me positioned before. I can't control myself any longer."

As he lay down, he noticed that his manhood was standing up. Gina bent down and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Jim started to protest, but she stopped him.

"I am not going to use my hands, only my mouth and my tongue. Now lie back and relax. Let me do this.”

Jim let his head rest on the kitchen island and let out a soft moan as she took his cock into her mouth. He lifted his hips and thrust into her willing mouth as she started sucking earnestly.

"I want to make you come for me, Jim. Can you come for me?" Her head was bobbing faster, and she could feel him meeting each thrust with a thrust of his own. His urgency let her know that it wouldn't take long.

She was right; after a few minutes of sucking, she heard him give a low growl, and he warned her that the time was near.

"Oh fuck! I am about to cum. Oh god. Oh yes!"

She felt his bucking stop and watched as his abs hardened and he released his first stream of cum into her mouth. She had wondered what he tasted like and let herself swallow his warm offering. He took that as an invitation for complete release and groaned loudly as he emptied the rest of his load into her mouth. He felt it as she gulped it down, and that spurred him on even more.

Gina reveled in the thought that she was getting everything he had to offer. She could hear in his grunts and groans that he was lost in the orgasmic release. Soon, his hips loosened, and he let his back stop arching. She sucked the last drops out of his shaft, and he shuddered from the sensation. She swallowed the last remnants and flipped her hair back over her shoulders so she could see his face. He was staring wistfully into her eyes with the goofiest grin she had ever seen, and it made her chuckle. He grabbed her face and pulled her toward him. They kissed deeply, and he tasted the remnants of his own heat in her mouth. He relished the soft movements of their entwined tongues and then let his head fall back onto the counter.

"That should tide you over until later. Now, let's order some delivery while we wait on the ink to set."

After a few minutes of discussion, they decided on some appetizers from the local Chinese place around the corner. As they ate together, the conversation flowed naturally and the time flew by. After several hours of continuous chatting and snacking, it was finally time to remove the ink. Gina was all too happy because she was forced to stand the entire time while it dried. She still hadn't been able to see what Jim painted on her ass yet, but she was content to wait because Jim, being the perfect gentleman, had also stood the entire time with her.

Jim painstakingly used olive oil to help release the delicate lines he spent so much time meticulously placing on Gina's naked body. He started on her breasts and found himself getting excited again at the chance to touch her. He moved next to her butt, anxious to see the result of his work. As he removed the last vestiges of the dried henna, he took a step back to admire the beautiful piece that was partly Gina's juicy round apple bottom and partly an intricately drawn tree with leaves adorning that incredibly curvaceous canvas.

Jim let out a whistle and said, "That is absolutely stunning, if I do say so myself!" He playfully smacked her ass cheek and watched as the leaves rustled with the wave of motion.

Gina ran off toward the bathroom as she said, "I have to see it now. I can't wait."

She turned to look in the mirror, and she was taken aback by the craftsmanship. She had never seen anything so perfectly positioned and delicately drawn. "You are truly an artist!" she yelled from the bathroom. "It is a real work of art."

"I had the most beautiful canvas to work with, and I genuinely enjoyed my commission. I could cover your canvas every day and never get bored nor tired."

Gina sashayed back into the kitchen with her head cocked to one side. "When you started the piece on my backside, you said that you wanted to admire it later. What did you have in mind?" She watched as a delicious grin formed on his face.

"Well, I would like to try something new, if you don't have any objections. I would like to try... some assplay."

A flurry of thoughts were racing through her mind; her heart was pounding, and her mouth spoke the words dreamily, "Oh god yes, Jim. I have already given you my body as a canvas. I want you to enjoy every inch of me. Just tell me what you want me to do. I trust you."

"For starters, I want you to come over here and let me kiss you." Jim wrapped his arms around her waist and felt her nipples brush against his chest as their tongues met. His cock bounced up to meet her mound. She ran her hand up his ribs and ran her fingers through his coarse hair.  Jim took her by the hand and spun her toward the bedroom.

He gave her a playful push and watched as her ass bounced while she skipped toward her room. "I wonder how naughty you are. Do you have any toys that could help me get you ready? Perhaps some lubrication and something with a flared base?"

Gina blushed at the implication because she kept a stainless steel buttplug and some lube in her bedside drawer for those nights when she needed a little extra release from the day's tension. She crawled across the bed and left her ass high in the air as she reached across and slid open the drawer. She pulled out a medium-sized silver plug with a green bejeweled base, and a tube of lube. As she slid them across the bed behind her, she stole a peek at Jim's growing member. "Oh my god! I am going to relish every inch of that sliding in," she thought to herself.

Jim picked up the items and gently rubbed his hand across her cheeks. First, I am going to stretch you out a little, so it doesn't hurt when I slide my cock inside you. I will use plenty of lube, but I want you to tell me if I am going too fast or thrusting too hard. I want you to enjoy this as much as I have fantasized about it, okay?"

She moaned as he slipped one finger into her puckered hole. "Mmmm, that's nice." She reached her hand between her legs and started to roll her clitoris around between her fingers.

Emboldened by her encouragement, Jim slowly pushed a second finger inside and started to twist them slightly, to stretch out her anal ring as she played with her pussy. It looked like he was putting his fingers into a hole in the trunk of the tree he had painted. Jim watched as she inserted three fingers into her wet mound and used her thumb to stimulate the stiff nubbin. Her breathing fell into rhythm with his again, and his cock was standing at full attention. "Are you ready for me, Gina?" he whispered.

She replied in the same raspy whisper, "Yes baby, pull out those fingers and push that hard cock in. I want to feel you fucking my forbidden hole."

Jim steadily pulled out his fingers and used them to spread some of the extra lube onto his shaft. Needing more, he placed the head of his cock into her crack and tried to squeeze out a few drops, but he was a little too excited. A large glop jumped out and started to run down her crack. He felt her shiver, and she said, "Ooooh, that's cold!"

Jim scooped up the excess and spread it copiously on his head and shaft. "Well, I am certainly not worried about not having enough!"

Gina felt the pressure from the head of his cock against her ass. She felt his hands grip the sides of her hips as he pulled her backside toward him. She used her hands to push backward and help him overcome her tightness. She heard Jim gasp as the tip popped inside her, and the heat emanated across her cheeks. He let out a soft, "Oh fuck, yes. Are you okay? How does that feel?"

 Gina answered by steadily engulfing his shaft with deliberate determination. "Everything is fine. Don't worry about me, love. I am enjoying the fullness. Reach down and feel how wet I am for you."

Jim slid his hand down between her labia and felt the slickness. Her hand was slowly massaging her clit, and she was driving her hips against him to impale herself completely. Jim started gently rocking back and forth, enjoying the warmth wrapped tightly around his cock. Gina cooed at the motion and moved her fingers a little faster around her slippery clit. She matched his thrusts and increased the force so that their bodies made an audible smacking sound as his hips met her round backside. With every contact, it looked as if the leaves of the tree painted on her backside were swaying with the motion - like a soft breeze was blowing through them. Gina arched her back and pressed the side of her face into the bed as she used both hands to pleasure herself. One hand was sliding alongside her inflamed lips while the other was rubbing her exposed bean.

Jim felt the increase in force and allowed himself to get lost in the sensation. He grabbed both ass cheeks in his hands and pulled her hips back into his with each stroke. The excess amount of lubricant was doing its job perfectly, and he could see his glossy shaft disappearing into her ass as he plunged inside. The visual was enough to start the chain reaction, and he playfully spanked her and watched the leaves ripple on her cheeks.

"I won't last much longer. Are you okay if I fuck you harder? Your ass is deliciously tight, and my cock is so warm inside you."

"Yes, Jim, please. Oh god, I'm so close to cumming. I think if you fuck my ass good and hard, I'll cum right along with you. Let yourself go, baby. I want us to cum together."

Jim wasted no time and started really pounding his cock deep inside her tight ass. With each stroke came a searing heat, and the friction of her tightness felt like smooth velvet across the length of his shaft. The artwork he had so deftly created appeared as if a thunderstorm was moving through the branches. After a few moments of this, Jim's balls started to contract, and he knew his climax was imminent.

Gina sensed his urgency and was frantically frigging herself, with beads of sweat dripping from the tip of her nose. Feeling the fullness of her backside and the tingling of her clit, the first wave of tension built in her loins and then exploded in release. She closed her eyes tightly and saw sparkles of energy on the backs of her eyelids. The tension built again, and she couldn't stifle an exclamation.

"Ungh, fuck yes. Oh my god! Jesus fuck, Jim, fuck me HARD!"

Upon hearing those words, Jim felt himself wind up tight in his thighs, and his cock delivered its load at the end of his stroke. The sudden release was punctuated by the sound of their flesh slapping together, and he heard her scream in surprise.

"God yes, Jim. Holy fuck! As hard as you want, baby!" The waves of transferred energy were rippling across her body, and she started to slow her hands down, to let the pleasure build again for another satisfying burst of ecstasy. Her legs buckled, and a shiver ran down her spine as the second wave tore through her belly and left her dripping wetness down her thighs in its wake.

Gina's shiver clamped down on Jim's cock and milked the next spurt of his cum as he backed out for another push. He slammed back into her, and she collapsed under the sheer force coupled with exhaustion after her release. She felt Jim's body crumple over her back, and his breathing pushed against the small of her back. He held himself there, and the quick pulsations from the rest of his orgasm subsided. They both fell forward and lay there enjoying the contact between their heated bodies. Jim's cock softened, and he felt it push out and lay in her slick crack.

Jim broke the silence, "Mmm, that was very nice. You have quite a gorgeous ass, Gina."

"Thank you! Did you enjoy your view while you were filling my knothole? That was thrilling; me cumming while you were drilling."

Jim laughed aloud at the image and rolled off her back. "I could never have imagined it would be so sexy putting my nut in your hole.” It was her turn to laugh at his joke. “You are such a beautiful, sexy woman, and I am so lucky I got the chance to have you as my canvas. There are a million different ways I can think of to decorate the rest of your body."

She smiled at the intimacy of the thought and said, "You have freedom to do whatever you want, whenever you want it, honey. I am yours for the painting, and for the taking. Just say the word."