Sometimes, the world gives you an opportunity that frightens you.  It's at that moment when you need to decide whether you're going to grab the chance it offers with both hands or play it safe and walk away.

As a fairly shy English girl, I was given the opportunity to travel on my own to New York City with my work.  I found myself walking down one of the streets when I noticed an interesting art shop down a side street.  Getting closer, I realised the shop was actually a body painting studio with some fascinating artwork displayed in the window.

Was this one of those moments?  An invisible hand pushed me gently into the shop where I was surrounded by a range of examples of their work, all suitably tame from face-paintings to body art, but with basic underwear clearly visible.

A simple curtain divided off the next room, but with a clear invitation to tempt me in to see what else was on offer.

Oh my!  My heart beat faster as I scanned the photographs of nakedness, both male and female, of all shapes and sizes, but all astoundingly attractive thanks to the artwork.  The artist had somehow teased out each subject’s personality and made the best of what God had given them.

Was I tempted?  I suspect you know the answer, but at the time, I had to take several breaths before deciding what to do.

“Can I help you?”  Shocked at the interruption I wasn’t expecting, I turned to see a very pretty girl, about my age – mid-twenties – in an artist’s smock.  “This is my studio,” she said, and held out a hand.  “Heidi.”

“Naomi,” I stuttered, “I was just browsing.”

“They always say that to start with!” she replied, “but we do a range of options from face painting to body art with underwear, or full nude painting.  It varies from simple painting such as trompe-l’oeil clothing to a world atlas!  Oh, and with prices to match!”  When you’ve been painted, we have a photographic studio so you can take away a digital photo to remind yourself of the experience.

After a discussion on prices, and the fact that I was in another city, on the other side of the world, I decided to go ahead and opted for the relatively cheaper option of simple clothing: a strappy crop-top with short shorts.  Naked.

“Right,” Heidi announced, taking complete control over me and, apparently, my body.

“First of all, we need to scrub you down to get rid of all the oils, cosmetics, and the like, so the paint stays on.  Are you hairless, Naomi?  It really won’t work with armpit and/or pussy hair.”

Rather falteringly, I replied that I had recently had a Brazilian and armpit shave as my girlfriend prefers me like that.  Heidi’s eyes lit up!  She was clearly suddenly looking forward to this more than before; I know those looks.

Taking me through to the back, she ordered me to take off my clothes and get into the shower.  Before I could even go red with embarrassment, Heidi had taken her smock off too, to reveal a naked, slim, perfect body.

“But …,” I spluttered.

“How can I clean you properly if I’m not in there with you?” she said, and with that, set about ‘cleaning me up.’

She was stunning.  Much smaller than me but with a gorgeous face, what I call confident breasts, and a peachy arse to round it all off.  I’m an expert in women’s bodies, as you may have gathered.

Starting on my back, she used her petite hands to wash and scrub me down, and all the while my libido was getting more and more turned up.  Slipping her fingers between my arse cheeks, she said, “I’m sure you don’t mind this, but we don’t want the paint rubbing off as you walk,” and with that she moved her fingers up and down between my cheeks, paying particular attention to the most sensitive part, at which point I almost collapsed with an approaching orgasm.

“I hope I didn’t overdo that,” she smirked, but before I had the chance to cum, she turned me round to clean my front, taking particular care with my breasts, making sure that my nipples became erect so she could ‘clean them properly.’

My pussy was next, and again, the particular attention she was giving me went well beyond what was necessary, I’m sure, amazingly delicious though it was.  Just before I nearly orgasmed, as with my backside, she stopped, and I was left with such a buzz I almost cried.

Holding my hand, we left the shower, and she dried me with a towel.  Standing back from me, she asked me to do a twirl to see what she had to work with.

“Hmm, I’m afraid your pussy is really too wet to paint, so we need to do something about that.  Please lie on the couch, and I’ll help you relieve the tension that has built up.  It’s quite normal; don’t worry.”

I lay down with my legs dangling over the edge of the couch, expecting her to do more drying with the towel.  Not a bit of it.  She eased my legs apart and lowered her pretty face onto my cunt and started one of the best oral sessions I could remember.  Lapping from arse to clit, she had my measure and took me to new heights and, just before I came, slipped an elegant finger into my bottom and I screamed out loud as the orgasm hit, flooding her face with my juices.

“That’s better,” she stated in a rather matter-of-fact way and proceeded to wash me off and dry the area.

“Your turn?”  I nervously asked.

“Oh, I hope so she said, but I have work to do first.”

At this point, she became the consummate professional and would barely let me speak, let alone discuss what had taken place in the shower and on the couch.  It did give me time to think about it and whether it meant I had cheated on my girlfriend.  Regrettably, I decided I had, but the experience was so divine, I decided not to blame myself, but, as Homer Simpson once said, “blame yourself once, and move on.”

Not quite so easy as I still owed her an orgasm!

Standing in front of her, naked, I decided to focus on the task at hand and enjoy the experience.

It was a totally erotic process, and I was glad of my earlier orgasm to keep my pussy under control.  Heidi used a paintbrush, an airbrush, and, I think, a real sea sponge to work on my body.  The crop top image seemed simpler as my top half didn’t hide anything she couldn’t reach without touching me; perky boobs saw to that.

My short shorts were a different matter.  I really enjoyed this part as she played with my pussy lips to make sure the area was properly covered with the blue design.  I could see her working via the mirror opposite us and tingled with the thrill of seeing her manipulate my most personal area.

When she started on my arse, I could only feel the sensations and imagine what was going on.  Having a sensitive bottom meant that every touch of sponge and sweep of the brush was a sheer delight, peaking when she held an arse cheek to one side to make sure the final result would be complete.

Finally, she asked if I wanted photographs to complete the session, and of course I said yes.

Once again, she became professional and swept me into the studio where she relaxed me, and after several poses to include her complete work, she projected them onto a huge screen, to my complete amazement – was it really me?

Looking directly into my eyes, she challenged me once more.  Some of my clients are brave enough to walk to the corner of the street dressed like that and see if anyone notices or if they’re just another underdressed girl in New York.

My heart was getting into the habit of missing a beat.

“Quick, before I change my mind,” I said, and she led me to the studio door.

“Turn left, walk to the next junction and back again,” Heidi ordered in a tone of voice to remove any chance of me backing out.

Holding both my head and my chest high, off I strode, staring straight ahead while trying to see what passers-by could see.  Not much, it turns out, as the artwork was so clever.

Reaching the junction, I was just beginning to feel a little disappointed when the heavens opened, and rain as you’ve never seen came cascading down.

Ah yes, water-based paint.  In a moment, as I turned an all too natural pink, the gutters at the side of the road, and my language, turned blue.

Running back to the studio, with my breasts unsure as to which direction they were heading, I tried to cover up what I could and this time, everyone noticed me.

Falling into the studio, I found Heidi laughing her head off but with a towel at the ready.  I realised at this point that I wasn’t being followed by the police for indecent exposure, and that I was as horny as a Texas Longhorn.

“Naomi, follow me,” Heidi commanded and pulled me back into the photographic studio.  “That’s never happened before, but, wow, I really need to cum after seeing such a beautiful girl run down the street as naked as the day she was born.”

Fiddling with a camera in the corner, she laid me down on the studio couch and straddled my body, ready for a sixty-niner.  How could I refuse?  What would my girlfriend say if she knew?  All thoughts were thrust aside as her very wet pussy was lowered onto my mouth and her mouth onto my pussy.

Often, a sixty-nine can be a challenge as it’s hard to focus on your partner’s pleasure while trying to focus on your own.  Well, in this case, a woman’s ability to multi-task kicked in and somehow, I was able to lick and suck on her beautiful bald pussy, as she did the same for me.

We were as one mind and body, and as I pulled her arse cheeks apart with one hand, pushed a finger in with the other, she did the same to me, and within moments, our orgasms hit, and my mouth was flooded with her juices.

We lay there for some time, just wallowing in the afterglow of such an intense experience.

Then, quietly, she stood, slightly blue from the mingled paint from me and our sweat, and shimmied, her amazing bum following behind, to her camera.

“Do you want a copy of the video?