The inside of my house needed painting. I have been putting it off with a variety of excuses for the past three years and it was time to do something about it. So after a few trips to Lowes, choosing paints that would reflect the over-all tone of my nest I was finally ready to start. The day was somewhat warm for a fall day putting on shorts and tank top, no undies, I just did not see the reason for them. So there I was with my music selection a combination of smooth jazz and Brazilian smooth jazz I was ready to tackle the job of painting my bathroom then moving on to the rest of the house. It two stories so I figure it would take me about a week to get it all done, since I was doing it by myself. Opening up the window since I had removed curtain and window covering yesterday, I got right to it and being the klutz that I am I, got paint all over me in the first few minutes of painting. I did not let that stopped me I had covered my hair with a scarf so any paint of the skin was no problem. It was after I dropped the paintbrush on my boobs that I decided why bothered. There was no sense in wearing clothes when I was going to have to take a shower afterwards anyway, also by it had gotten really warm in the house even with the windows open. I took off the tank top, the shorts and went back to painting in the nude. This was not a problem as the bathroom is located at the back of the house and, there is no one at home on either side of me at that time of day.
There I was deep in to my painting, going up and down the latter in front of the bathroom window. I even went outside in the back yard to wash the paintbrushes when I switch paint colors. Yes, I was a happy naked little painter in the middle of me doing my body shimmy... that when you shake you torso like a belly dancer to the Jon B's "Comfortable Swag" thought I saw someone on top of my neighbor's garage. When I tried to see whom it was from where I was standing on the latter I could not, I then just dismissed as my eyes-catching the sight of something that my brain made its' own assumption. So I went back to my boob and ass shaking dance. Now I have been well blessed by Mother Nature and from what I have been told it is a pleasing eye full. Ms. Dolly Parton and I have that in comment if you get the hint. I was just lost in the zone of grooving to the music and just the pleasure I always have when I paint. Of course my now I am pretty much covered in paint, thank God I am smooth in below the naval so cleaning paint that had dropped on me and slid down my tummy to my pussy and thighs would be easy to get off later. In about two hours, I had painted the bathroom and the hallway. I stood back admiring my handiwork and to say that I was happy with the result was understated. I had even started to sing... Now folk I cannot sing to save my life. I have been told by those who love me that I sound worse than cats when they are mating, but when I alone I don't let that stop me as I went out to wash off the brushes and roller. I was so happy involved with my work that I had failed to notice my neighbors. It was at the last few words of Jon B's "Only one" that I noticed them. Opps... it was my new Korean neighbor and his teenage nephew! There I was standing in my backyard with paint all over me wearing only a headscarf and flip-flops. My neighbors were standing on top of their garage since we both have 7ft. privacy fences looking down at me. Humm the teenager... Ken I think his name is was staring at me with his mouth open his uncle had a slight grin on his handsome face, both had hard-ons. Yes, they were that noticeable! I decided too late to run and it would be rude not to say hi at least, but they beat me to it . We exchange greeting, they both told me their names, and I did the same while we all stood their trying not to stare at each other. The uncle Kole had adjusted himself twice and Ken the nephew was trying hard not to reach down and just start stroking. I knew that I had started to get a little chilly and knew that my nipples were sticking out like headlight without looking down. I figured, that is time to exist at this point, especially when Kole compliment me on the color of the paint that was deep creamy beige, the color of my bathroom walls. That color had dripped down my right breast on to my hairless pussy and thighs. It looked I had used my body to paint with on that side; you could barely see the chocolate-brown of my right nipple with all the paint. Kole told me how much he really like my color palate as he licked his slips slowly and his nephew nodded his head like a bobble head doll. I thanks them as I turned quickly to make my get away leaving paint brushes and roller out there to take care of themselves I shut the door I heard Kole say something about loving the color on my butt. I went into dining room and stood in front of a mirror that I had taken off the wall. Positioning my body so that I could see my behind to see what Kole had been talking about. I then turned back, round to the front and blush as much as a person of my skin tone could. There was no paint on my butt...! I waiting until I was sure that they were gone and after putting back on my paint covered clothes I went out and clean the brush and rollers. I did not see my neighbors until few days later when I was on my way out with a friend. Kole and Ken were getting out of car as I was getting into my friends, the both said hi as I tried not to blush. Kole asked me how did my house painting turn out forcing me to answer as my friend was standing there looking at me. She had never seen me blush before and was staring. I said it went fine and to get in the car. As we drove off, I heard him shout," I bet it was a work of art."
I just slid down in the seat laughing.