Dan eventually left, after all, he couldn't stay forever. Look, I hardly know the guy, and from what he told me about his screwed up situation that almost got him killed, well, it made me nervous. He was staying at a friends apartment like he said, and when he left, he told me he wanted to stay longer but told him he had to leave. I had things to do, and when he started to inquire about what I was doing for the rest of the day, I told him 'things'. I left it at that, and proceeded to send him on his way as I do all the rest. It's safe that way, just a romp, no feelings, no emotions, and once they start, I cut it off. That simple. I didn't want to have feelings for him as I was already having, and I decided to stop the nonsense. He wasn't any different then the rest, so my life goes on as usual.
I received some phone calls a little later after he left, where 'friends' wanted to come over for a party. I organized a simple get together with a few people, a few guys, a few girls, a few drinks, a little music, and we would be ready to enjoy the evening. Once they would all arrive, I would lock my door so others wouldn't intrude.
After we all settled in so to speak, we had a few drinks, and we all relaxed. We then got creative in a very unique way. We each had a partner and we painted our naked bodies with bright neon paint. When my handsome visitor painted my nipples, it felt cold to the touch.
It was not just paint but air brushing, spraying out paint that had a strange but nice sensation. He then painted me in slow moving strokes, covering every inch of skin from my neck to my vagina. I loved the way the paint felt on me. He painted me to look like a 'jungle woman'. He would turn me around, and started on my back side. Each 'brush' stroke went from the small of my back down to my ass and to the inside of my inner things. When I looked in the mirror, I was amazed at how incredible it turned out. Now it was my turn to paint him. I started at the top and worked my way down. When I got to his penis, I painted it a bright green, and made it look like a snake. We danced to music playing in the background and acted like crazy people.
My apartment resembled a cluster fuck of everyone naked, and just being a fun group with each other. Secrets were blurted out, not something anyone would have said if they hadn't been drunk. As the evening progressed, the night turned into morning, and by the early morning hours, everyone had left.
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