It was a photo you saw years and years ago online and you decided there and then - one day, I’ll do that.
And you’ve realised that today has to be that day. You’ll never get another chance like this. After you bought the house together, you realised that it would take a fair bit of work - and money - to get it to how you wanted it. So you decided to work on one room at a time and get it just right. This last week you’ve been taking the living room apart and changing everything. Today the guys came to rip the old flooring up and tomorrow they’ll return to put your new wooden floor down. So until then, you have a completely empty room, a bare concrete floor (so you can make as much mess as you want) and a brand new twister that you bought on the way home from work.
You finished early today to get it all set up. You have the mat laid out and you’ve poured a little paint onto every circle. Now you’re just waiting for your girl to come home. When you hear the door open and then close, you rush out into the hallway and your girls face lights up when she sees you - and your grin. Your arms automatically encircle her waist and you draw her closer for a kiss. When she moans into the kiss, you lift her a little, bending backwards so that her toes barely touch the floor. She kicks her feet a little and you grin as you return her to the floor. You help her remove her coat and then you link your fingers with her so that you can pull her towards the living room.
She grins when she sees what you’ve done, remembering how you said you’d always wanted to do it. She leans toward you, explaining that she needs to change out of her work clothes and then kisses you gently once more. You’re wondering if you really want to bother with twister - all these kisses you are enjoying are something special - but you know it’s your one and only chance to play it. As she saunters away from you she tells you she won’t be long and you cheekily tell her as you laugh, that clothing is optional!
When she rejoins you, you see that she’s almost taken you literally. She has a bikini on. It’s not your favourite - she has a barely there, white one, that always leaves you breathless! This one is black and more like a sports bra and boy shorts. But it still leaves a lot of skin uncovered……soft, pale, kissable skin. She moves as if she’s gliding and you gasp because for a moment you held your breath. She suggests that you go and change too. She’s left something out on the bed to wear. You race upstairs and see that she’s left a pair of shorts and a vest top out for you. You love her. You really do. At all times she cares for your comfort - you’ll have two layers of clothing on. Even though you’ve been together for years - shared everything, nakedness included - she understands your body issues and she never expects more than you are comfortable to give.
As you return to the living room, she’s standing next to the mat, with a challenging look in her eye - this may be a source of fun - but she’s competitive enough that she wants to win! Because you don’t have anyone to spin the wheel, she suggests you both just shout out instructions alternatively. So you shout on left foot blue. She winces slightly as her foot slides through the gooey paint. And she laughs at you when your right foot almost slips entirely after her instruction. Moments later, both of you are crouched over the mat, hands and feet slipping and sliding through the paint. As she reaches over you to get her left hand onto a yellow circle, you giggle a little. It’s hardly anything really, but it’s just enough movement to send you both crashing to the floor, her on top of you. The paint squelching underneath your back and bum feels just awful, but she soon kisses it better. Just as you are leaning into the kiss, she pulls back and jumps off you, eager to play again.
Five games later and you’re on a real winning streak. You don’t want to rub her face in your victories, but you can’t keep the happy smile from your face. But you know you’ve made a mistake when you see her hands go to her back. She tells you she’s a little warm and so she’ needs to wear less. And then she’s topless! And you know you’ve lost the game. Because her bare breasts will mean you struggle to function entirely. And it’s always been like that. From the very first time you saw them (and touched them, and held them, and tasted them…..) you’ve been a gibbering fool when they are exposed to you. And damn it if your girl knows that and uses them against you! She’s had her own way many a time just by taking her top off!
This time when you play, you try to focus completely on the mat, but your eyes keep shifting to her and when she leans over you, she doesn’t even need to touch you - you fall immediately and end up lying in the paint once more. She takes pity on you though. She lowers herself to you, lying alongside you and she kisses you, pushing her paint covered hand into your hair, to pull you closer and deepen the kiss. She draws away from you a little and just looks at you - pure love is in her eyes. You tell her that you adore her. And she smiles in that embarrassed little way she has, before declaring that she loves you more than anything.
She rests her head on her hand and the other hand begins to lift your vest a little until it rests just under your breasts. She leans past you and gathers some paint on her fingers, then writes your name on your stomach, followed by a little heart and then her name. You giggle as she tickles you writing on your skin and those giggles turn to a soft whimper when you see what she’s written. She leans forward and kisses you again and then lays down next to you - her head on your shoulder and her arm slung across your waist, covering up her artistry. You look down at your bodies pressed together, streaks of colour completely covering you. You feel the paint starting to dry in your hair and turn it hard. You feel your girl shiver a little as she’s lies almost naked in this empty room. The floor feels hard and uncomfortable on your back. But you just don’t want to move. You’ve had so much fun and you’ve loved being this close to your girl. She’s indulged you this evening and she does it often. You start to think of something special you can do for her and then she leans up on her elbow and whispers in your ear. She tells you she’s loved doing this and she wants a photo of you both covered in paint so that she can always remember tonight. And you start to realise that the things you do together make you both equally happy.
Under the read more is a second - smutty - part to this. Happy anniversary to Mari and Yuki - sorry it’s late but real life got in the way.