The colours flowed across the contoured panels, appearing as if magic. Deft movements were followed by the appearance of swirls, and designs came to life. Vibrant colours, some bold and some muted, intricately woven together to create eye-catching art on otherwise plain surfaces of the motorcycle.

Charlie, alias Von Charles, had been pinstriping for over ten years, starting after seeing some impressive designs at a local car show, and his talent became evident. Creative and stylish, his ability to match colours and create unique designs quickly turned his hobby into a full-time enterprise. Bikes, cars, trucks, helmets, guitars, and Christmas ornaments became adorned with his work.

The small bike pulled in front of his shop door just as he finished the last lick. He stood and watched as the petite rider climbed off the bike, clad in a denim jacket and black leg coverings over low-rise jeans, and removed the helmet. Her reddish hair tumbled out, and she tossed her head to settle it down over her shoulders before giving a sideways grin.

Wanda.

Closing in on sixty, petite, sexy, and a little wild. Loves sangria and doing a little smoke now and then. She took up the bike after her husband split, deciding to find herself on the open road and two wheels. I recently did some artwork on it to "Jazz it up", as she called it.

"Hey!" she called out, placing the helmet on the seat. "How you doing?"

"I'm good, thanks. You?"

She tilted her head slightly, shrugged, and walked closer with a smile on her face. Charlie twirled the brush in his fingers while his eyes watched her slender hips undulate, the bedazzled buckle on the slender leather belt reflecting the light. The effect ended as she stepped into the shade of the shop.

"I love those lines you did for me," she praised, closing the gap between them. "I get so many compliments on my bike now."

"Glad to hear that."

"This your latest?" she asked, gesturing to the bike.

"Yeah, just finishing up."

"If I'm interrupting, I can come back."

"No, it's good. Will give it a polish tomorrow before he comes to get it."

She moved around the bike, running her hand over the seat and handlebars.

"It's nice. I love the colour, and what you did really pops!"

"Thanks."

Charlie moved to the bench and cleaned his brush.

"So what brings you by, Wanda? Looking for some more scribe?"

"Sort of," she chuckled.

He turned to face her and leaned back against the bench, his muscled forearms crossed over the front of his black t-shirt.

“You look thirsty, Wanda. Take off those chaps and that jacket. I will grab us some cold ones.”

Charlie went to the bar fridge and removed two frosty cold bottles, removed the caps, and approached Wanda. Her frazzled raspberry hair hung over almost bare shoulders, the thin strap of the crop top the only cover, and her exposed midriff was taut and flat.

Sexy little minx

He held out a bottle and gave her a big smile.

“Here. Cheers.”

“Thanks,” she grinned. “I am thirsty.”

Charlie returned to the bench, leaning against it as he watched her tilt her head back and take a long drink. His eyes took in the small breasts, with little hard nipples visible under the material, then travelled down to the buckle on the low-rise jeans. It sat just right, nestled on the top of her little pudge.

“So, what do you mean by “sort of”?”

“Well, I love my bike the way you did it. I don’t want to change anything.”

“You want your helmet done?”

Charlie took a long swig as Wanda shook her head and smirked.

“Actually, I want to get a tattoo.”

“I don’t do ink.”

“I know that!” she scoffed. “I want you to design it for me.”

“Oh, I see. Cool.”

Wanda put the bottle on the bench and stood close, putting her hands on the top of her jeans.

“I want something there, sort of. Not on my back like everyone does, something to highlight my tummy. I work hard to keep it this way.”

Charlie reached out and put his fingers on her tummy, gently rubbing.

“Very taut,” he praised.

Wanda giggled a bit and moved her hands, allowing him to travel lower.

“Right about here? Where your buckle sits?”

She didn’t reply right away, her mind on his dark eyes and the hot, rough skin touching her lower belly.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sort of…” she replied. “In that area.”

“Okay, but I have to visualize what I’m working on. The shape, contour, the colour tones.”

He finished his bottle and put it down, gesturing to a short, wheeled stool.

“Come over here, Wanda, and stand in front of me.”

He perched on the stool and took her hand, pulling her close until his eyes were inches from the belt buckle. Wanda swallowed, feeling a little nervous at the sudden closeness.

“Cool buckle,” he commented. “Undo it and pull your jeans down a bit.”

Charlie watched her slender fingers unclasp the buckle with a slight tremble. The buckle fell to the side as the belt released, and the fingers went to just above the button on the jeans.

Wanda looked down at him and gently tugged the jeans down a fraction.

“So about here?” Charlie asked, his fingertips touching the smooth skin.

She almost jumped back, the touch like a jolt of heat, but managed to stay still.

“Uh, yeah, around there.”

“Hmmm…”

His hands moved in and popped the button, allowing the jeans to open and expose the top of her reddish bush. Charlie grinned and looked up at her.

“Oh, natural. I thought you coloured your hair.”

Wanda blushed at the comment.

“Nice,” he added quietly, giving her a wink.

“Thanks,” Wanda chuckled, embarrassed by the unexpected compliment and unsure of what else to say.

Charlie moved his fingers over her lower belly, feeling the shape and countour of her body, visualizing. Wanda stood still, his touch feeling warm and erotic, feeling heat generate between her legs. She looked down at him and admired the intense focus on his rugged face.

"I have an idea," he announced, standing up suddenly.

He looked down into her eyes and gave a sly grin.

"Take off your jeans."

Wanda paused, slightly startled by the sudden command. Charlie went to a cabinet over the bench and removed a small box of items, placing it on the bench and rummaging through it. He put a few small plastic bottles on the bench, then began sorting through brushes, settling on two, and putting the rest away. He turned and gestured to a large bike parked along the wall.

"Take off your jeans, and take a seat on the bike."

Wanda hesitated a moment, then moved to where he gestured.

"Don't get shy on me," Charlie chided.

Wanda paused again, her hands on the top edge of her jeans, hesitate to do so. She was nude underneath.

"Take off your jeans, get on the seat, and lean back onto the tank," Charlie directed sternly, gesturing to the seat.

The sudden change in tone surprised Wanda, his deep, stern voice having its effect. She kicked off her boots, tugged the jeans off, and put them together on the floor. Her nude bottom felt the coolness of the supple leather seat.

"Lean back on the tank," Charlie instructed.

Slowly she turned her body and leaned back on the tank, the cold metal making her gasp, and lay her legs across the rear fender. Charlie used his foot to move the stool into place, then sat down and looked at her, holding the little bottles and brushes in his hands. He gave her a big grin.

"Body paint," he explained. "Safe on the skin, cleans up easy."

"Oh."

"You need to spread your legs apart."

Wanda hesitated briefly, then parted her legs slightly. His left hand went to her knee and pushed her leg over, forcing her to move the other to avoid slipping off of the seat. She was fully exposed, her little pussy with the tuft of raspberry fuzz in full view. It made her feel both embarrassed and excited at the same time.

Charlie glanced briefly, then removed the tops from the bottles and set them on the floor. His left hand went to her inner thigh, his thumb just grazing her lips, and his right held a brush that he dipped into one bottle.

"Just relax, Wanda. This might feel a little cold."

Wanda looked down and watched his hand move deftly. A cool wetness on her skin was followed by the sudden appearance of white lines, delicate spirals radiating from just above her inner thigh and moving to the center of her lower belly. The thumb on her inner thigh moved, slowly and gently grazing the area beside her pussy as the brush swirled.

Charlie paused, switching brushes and dipping into a bottle. More wetness followed as bright red lines appeared, intermingling with the white as his design began to come to life. Wanda found it ticklish, and erotic.

Charlie struggled to focus, the glistening little pussy being a major distraction. With it's thin lips and fuzzy tuft, keeping his eyes on the artwork was difficult, and his engorged cock made it hard to sit comfortably.

"Damn," he muttered. "Messed it up."

He looked around for a cloth, and unable to find one handy, pulled off his t-shirt and used it to erase his mistake. Wanda lifted her head and took in his muscular torso, with a light sheen of sweat and a touch of dark hair on his chest. She was getting more excited, the feeling of being fully exposed and touched by him making her wetter by the second. She closed her eyes and lay her head back, enjoying the type of feeling she hadn't felt in a long time.

Charlie started again, but now his thumb lay directly on her wet slit. He wanted to tease her, and slowly moved his thumb up and down as he tried to move the brush smoothly. He heard a little moan and looked up, seeing her eyes closed and her hard nipples poking up like little rocks. It made his cock harder, and he had to adjust his position again.

Wanda felt the thumb press into her, passing her lips and moving inside, like a tiny cock. She was close to orgasm, and pictured him thrusting into her, giving her the fucking she badly needed.

Charlie lost focus, put the brush down, and turned his attention to what his thumb was doing. He wiggled it while slowly thrusting it back and forth, marvelling at how wet she was. The moans were getting more frequent, and Charlie decided it was time to finish her off. His thumb slipped out and landed on her little nub, quickly rubbing the swollen bud.

Wanda gasped, the sudden titillation pushing her over the edge. Her back arched slightly, and she pushed against his hand, the orgasm making her vibrate and hold her breath. Charlie grinned and watched her, thrilled at the sight of this sexy little minx cumming. She let out a deep breath and relaxed as the crest subsided.

Charlie stood up and undid his jeans, pulling them down and releasing his swollen cock.

"I need to fuck you, Wanda," he growled.

She lifted her head and nodded.

"Oh yeah, fuck me!" she pleaded.

Charlie moved into place and ran the fat tip of his cock along her wet slit, marvelling at how big it look compared to her petite body. He shoved his cock into her wet, waiting cunt, pushing in hard. In two strokes, he was buried in her and saw her hands go over her head and grab the handlebars.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me, Charlie! Fuck me good!"

"Fuck, you have a nice pussy," he grunted, thrusting in and out vigorously.

He paused with his cock deep in her, moving his body slightly to better straddle the bike, and grabbed her slender waist with both hands. Lifting her up slightly for a better angle, he pulled back and thrust hard, watching her little mounds with the hard nipples bounce. She held tight to the handlebars while he pounded into her.

"Fuck, you're so sexy, Wanda!"

She gasped when he drove in hard, his thick cock penetrating deep and stretching her insides. She had not had a good, solid fuck in ages.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" she howled, feeling another orgasm approaching. "Fuck me hard!"

Charlie held her tight and pounded into her, pushing her little body into the seat.

"Damn, you're a great fuck, Wanda!" he praised. "I'm going to blow!"

"Fuck yeah!" she growled through gritted teeth. "Give me that fucking load!"

Her climax erupted on the deep stroke of his swollen cock, turning her into a blissful quaking mess.

The dirty talk spurned him on, taking him to the edge when her pussy clenched. He pulled back, grabbed his cock, and pumped his fist furiously, letting out a loud groan as his cock exploded. The first stream hit her chin and dropped across her torso, the rest splattered across her belly, the pearly cream covering the artwork as his balls emptied.

Wanda lifted her head, seeing the slippery mess of cum covering her torso, and moaned softly. She dropped her head back and felt her body go limp, almost falling over the side of the bike.

Charlie held her in place and continued stroking his cock, admiring his newest creation. He moved up and used his cock like a brush, spreading the glistening cream over her lower belly before pushing it back inside of her wet pussy. He pushed in and held himself there, revelling in the moist heat while catching his breath.

"Damn, you're a good fuck," he huffed, steadying her on the seat.

"Oh, I really needed that," Wanda purred. "Wow."

"I messed up your design," Charlie chuckled. "Going to have to do it again."

"Whatever you say, Charlie," she sighed. "You're the artist."