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Sam watched as Tony painted over Stacy’s sternum with tiny strokes of the paint brush, the early morning light filtering golden over her skin. As Tony dipped his brush into the pot of green, Stacy’s eyes met Sam’s and held him captive for a breath. Then Tony was back, the paint fresh on his brush, small strokes inching closer and closer to her breasts.
Sam knew she wanted Tony. How many late-night gossip sessions had ended in Stacy extolling the virtues of Tony’s ass or muscular arms? How many times had he listened to her fantasize about wrapping her thighs around him and running her fingers through his hair? Sam was bi, and he sometimes felt like he fit the gay best friend spot in Stacy’s life.
He was tired of that role.
“No, no, no! That is not how you paint a naked woman!” he exclaimed, stepping up behind Tony and dipping his fingers into the pot of blue paint. He kneeled over Stacy, who looked as if she wanted to say something, but was wise enough to let this play out. Her lips parted slightly as he brought his fingers to the side of her breast and in one smooth motion, spiraled the blue paint, just grazing the side of her nipple.
“Dude! You’re ruining my still life!” yelped Tony as Stacy tried valiantly not to laugh. Sam watched the tiny vibrations in her breasts as she did her best to suppress her mirth. Tony flung green paint at Sam, running his fingers through the bristles of the paint brush before throwing the brush at him and sticking his fingers into the green paint pot.
“You asshole!” shouted Sam as he wiped green paint from his face and left a slow trail of blue paint down Tony’s cheek.
“Paint the flowers, man. Seriously,” said Tony with exasperation, wiping paint from his face.
Sam stuck his other hand in the yellow paint and worked his fingers around Stacy’s other breast, a sunflower beginning to form. He looked directly into her eyes as he fingered the yellow paint around her nipple, pinching it as it hardened. He was rewarded by her sharp intake of breath and a brief unfocusing of her eyes.
Tony followed Sam’s yellow, outlining the flower in black paint. As Tony painted the vase and table, Sam worked his way lower and lower on Stacy’s body, painting the rug and floor, rich reds and browns circling her navel. The picture didn’t go any lower, but that didnt stop him from easing apart her legs and running his paint covered hands over her inner thighs.
Tony stopped and watched as Sam worked brown paint into the crease between Stacy’s legs and torso and then moved in. The brown paint spread from his fingers gently over her lower lips, every inch of them covered in paint. Never wanting to be on the sidelines again, Sam cleaned off one of his fingers and ran it between her lower lips. Her mouth parted, her chest rising with her intake of breath. He smiled at her as he removed his finger.
“Well. I think we’re done,” stated Tony as he eyed Sam as if seeing him in a new light. Tony fetched his phone from the table and paced back and forth, looking for the best angle from which to photograph their work. Sam stood and admired the naked woman at his feet, the swirls of paint vaguely resembling the vase and sunflowers on the kitchen table. He brought his hand to his face and breathed in Stacy’s scent. Stacy’s eyes never left his finger. Tony clicked a few pictures of Stacy’s nude body covered in their artwork, then helped her to her feet.
“I think I need a cold shower,” she stated. “While I’m in the shower, you two figure out the next item,” she ordered. Then she was gone.
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This had started three hours ago as the scavenger hunt item list had dropped. This summer had started out no differently than any other. The three friends gathered, as they had for the past five years, in Tony’s house, meeting for a quick breakfast and planning out what supplies they might need to complete the items on this year’s hunt list. The scavenger hunt was an annual tradition that let them be creative and weird and utterly themselves, while raising money for some charity or other.
Sam, newly thirty, figured people their age should be on a beach somewhere for summer vacation. They should be sipping icy cocktails, decked out in barely there bathing suits. But the three of them had never really fit into the party and beach crowd. They wanted to play dungeons and dragons, dress up as Star Wars characters, and do bizarre charity scavenger hunts.
Unlike past summers, Tony had this year decided to be immature and while Sam read the items on the list, he followed each with “in bed.” Stacy laughed at first, then told him he was acting like a middle schooler. That did not stop him.
“Pick native flowers, arrange them in a vase, and paint a still life. In the description share one helpful medicinal property of the flowers,” read Sam.
“In bed,” said Tony.
Stacy playfully hit his arm and asked him, “Really? Are you twelve? How would you even do that in bed?”
Sam thought of a few ways he could paint a still life of the three of them in bed bursa eskort bayan with native flowers. He could vividly see Stacy on her hands and knees in the late August light, his cock pumping into her ass, Tony underneath her, a sunflower held between her teeth. Yeah, he could see that item being fun in bed.
“I bet we can make this hunt x-rated if we put our minds to it,” was all Sam said.
“Let’s do it,” agreed Tony.
“Ok,” ventured Stacy, a mischievous smile beginning to steal across her lips. “So why don’t you two go gather some flowers from outside and the first one back here gets to decide how you’re going to paint them onto me.”
“As in, onto your arm? Your back?” asked Tony tentatively.
“As in I will strip and lay on the floor and you two can figure out where you want to paint the still life,” she answered.
“Um. Do we get to watch you strip?” asked Tony. Stacy swatted him and told him to get flower picking. By the time they got back inside with the sunflowers they’d gotten from the neighbor, she had been lying on the carpet in the nude.
***
“Mushrooms,” said Stacy. “How the fuck are you two going to make taking photographs of mushrooms x-rated?” she asked.
Sam shrugged his shoulders as Tony hiked up ahead of them, scouring the trail for mushrooms. It was shaping up to be a typical summer day. The forest buzzed with the song of insects. The humidity had saturated Sam’s shirt within two minutes of stepping outside. He felt like he was hiking through soup. It had rained yesterday and the moss and leaves exuded that fresh damp smell he always associatd with the forest. His eyes diligently swept the ground looking for fungi.
They’d been walking for five minutes and hadn’t seen any signs of the white caps he knew dotted the forest trail. The dampness should have ensured plenty of them, and he was trying to be patient, but the anticipation was making it hard to concentrate on keeping his eyes on the earth. He tried to think through different scenarios that would get Stacy naked again, but was coming up blank. The image of her breath as he pinched her nipple, the yellow paint smudging on her skin, planted itself in his head and would not let go.
Excited squeals interrupted his reverie as Stacy skipped ahead of him, excitedly pointing out tiny white mushroom caps popping up next to a rotting log.
“Oh my goodness, look at how cute and tiny they are!” she screamed as Tony and Sam squatted before the mushrooms with her.
“Tiny, that leaves me out,” said Tony with a chuckle. “Guess we’ll need to take a side by side comparison between you, Sam, and those ‘tiny, cute little mushrooms,'” he said, raising his voice into a falsetto imitation of Stacy.
“Um what,” said Sam, suddenly uncomfortable at the look Stacy was giving him.
“Yeah, that could make this pleasantly x-rated enough,” she said as she eyed his groin. “Whip it out, Sam.”
He hesitated a moment, then thought, oh what the hell, she had let them paint her naked skin. He unzipped his fly and maneuvered his cock out from his boxers. He wasn’t hard, but maybe that was ok. After all, these were “cute and tiny”. Stacy eyed his head, propped lightly on two of his fingers. If she kept her eyes fixed on him like that, he might not be cute and tiny for much longer, he thought, as he tried to relax and keep the blood from flowing ostensibly where her eyes lingered.
“Ok,” she said, snapping out of her trance. “Sam, kneel there.” She took out her phone as he kneeled next to the tiny mushrooms. She snapped a photo and Tony hauled him back up to his feet.
“Put it away man,” said Tony as he headed deeper into the forest. Tony placed himself back in his pants and zipped up as he wiped the damp earth from his knees.
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“This is more like it,” said Tony as he and Stacy investigated some brown mushrooms growing near the creek that occasionally skirted the edge of the trail. The caps were enormous, nearly the size of Sam’s arm. Tony was pulling his shorts over his hips when Sam approached, the outline of his cock already straining against his white boxer briefs. He pulled the shorts and briefs down to his ankles, setting his backpack on the forest floor near the mushrooms.
“Will you do the honors, Sam?” He asked. Sam nodded and pulled his phone out of his pocket as Tony sat on his backpack, legs splayed out in front of him, ankles crossed, cock jutting into the air. He fidgeted on the pack until his cock was roughly at the same angle as the mushroom. Sam took a moment to appreciate Tony, his eyes roving from his toes, up his powerful thighs, halting at the thatch of dark hair and the erection at its center. Tearing his eyes updward, he admired the chiseled abs as he brought his phone up for the pictue.
“Yup. That definitely bears a resemblance,” said Stacy suppressing a laugh. Sam thought of her tits barely jiggling under the paint and his fingers as she had tried not to laugh earlier that morning. He took the picture. The image of her breasts under gursu eskort his fingers and the proximity to an utterly nude Tony finally got the blood flowing enough that he was beginning to pitch a tent as he thrust his camera back into his pocket.
“Oh, you look like you’re almost ready for a close up now, Sam,” said Stacy, eyeing the growing bulge in his pants.
“Not Stacy’s tits, or being exposed in public, but my cock, that’s what finally gets you up, huh?” quipped Tony. Sam blushed, ignoring the truth of that statement. Stacy walked up next to him and brushed her hand along his length.
“Hm, I think he’s actually bigger than you,” she said as she continued down the path. Sam tried to keep his breathing even, tried to shrug off the comment and the feather light feel of her fingers. But that was not going to happen.
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“Ohhhh look what I found!” Sam shouted to the others as he knelt down before the perfect specimen. It was short and wrinkled and had a myriad of intricate folds.
“Oh no. I have already been naked today!” exclaimed Stacy, examining the mushroom.
“There are over a hundred items in this hunt. We’re all going to end up naked several times this weekend. Side by side comparison. You’re up!” said Tony.
“Hah, no, you’re up,” threw back Stacy, a pointed glance at the front of Tony’s pants. Then she unzipped her pants and pulled them down to her ankles as she kicked off her sandals. She shimmied out of her panties, both men watching intently. She removed her shirt and bra and carefully laid her clothing on the ground next to the mushroom. She lay down on the clothes, propping her head on her hands.
“I can’t see anything,” said Sam.
“Going to need you to open your legs so we get a decent comparison here,” said Tony.
“Oh you two are really dirty,” said Stacy, but her hands moved down her body slowly, teasing the two men. Their eyes were glued to her fingers as they drifted past her breasts and down her torso, past her navel. She brought her knees up, spreading her legs and let her fingers open the outer lips of her pussy.
“There are the folds we’re looking for,” said Tony as Sam snapped a picture of the mushroom next to Stacy, legs open, folds exposed to the world. His cock twitched as he followed a bead of slick that dripped down from between her spread lips, over the pucker of her asshole, adding moisture to the already wet earth beneath her.
***
“Ok, now I feel dirty,” said Stacy as the two men rummaged through her closet and dresser. “This is supposed to be like those cute pictures of kids surrounded by clothing and looking like they’re flying or some shit.”
“Yeah, well, we can recreate that. Just, in an adult manner,” said Tony.
“This is perfect,” said Sam as he pulled a red lace thong from her top drawer. Tony had flung a yellow belt onto the bed and Stacy had a pair of dark blue nylons in her hands. Sam envisioned her sprawled on the floor, sheets and sweaters as sky and clouds, a city scape of black pumps below her. She’d be wearing stockings, thong, and maybe some yellow socks as a big S on her chest. He wondered if they could talk her into letting them tie her hands and feet and suspend her over the laundry landscape. His cock started to rise as he pictured himself behind her, his hands on her hips, steadying her as he thrust into her, her breasts swinging with his pounding.
Stacy had started arranging the sheets and sweaters on the floor, the sky beginning to take shape. Tony and Sam raided her closet for shoes, arranging the strappy, heeled torture devices at the bottom of the scene in some semblance of a nightmare city scape. Superman would be ashamed of them. Fuck him, thought Sam, too wholesome for fuck me pumps and barely there panties.
“Well, I think this one is on you Sam, Tony is way too big to wear my panties,” said Stacy.
“Oh no. Those panties belong on you!” exclaimed Sam turning beet red.
“I hate to say that you have the better pecs, but you do. You could totally pull off Superman,” conceded Tony.
Stacy had gone to her dresser and pulled out two more pieces of clothing.
“If you put on the red panties, I will wear this while taking your picture,” she said, holding up a see through teddy. “And, Tony will wear this,” she added holding up a single black sock.
“Hey! I never agreed to that,” protested Tony.
“Let’s make a deal,” started Stacy as the men protested. “You do whatever I want you to do during this hunt, and I promise, I will fuck both of you on camera before the weekend is over.”
Sam thought about it for a minute and readily agreed. Opening up the option to fuck Stacy now and potentially in the future was worth whatever she dreamed up for him.
“One condition,” said Tony. “Man, you know I love you. But me and Sam,” he turned to Stacy his face all seriousness, shaking his head, “me and Sam need to approve anything that involves us touching in anything past a friendly manner.”
She seemed to consider it a moment. Bursa elden ödeme escort “Ok, but if I ask you to suck his cock and he’s ok with it, you’ll consider it?” Sam glanced at Tony’s mouth and silently willed him to agree.
“Not high on my list of fantasies,” he answered, “but I will consider it.”
“It’s a deal,” she said. And with that, she threw the various pairs of underwear at their respective models.
Sam stripped quickly and looked at the lacy panties in his hand. He stretched them open, eyeing the leg holes as he watched Tony thread the black sock around his erect dick. Stacy was stepping into the black teddy the legs impossibly high, showing off more of her pussy than he imagined the thong in his hand would. She pulled the straps over her shoulders, the fabric straining against her tits.
“Come on Sam,” she said as she twirled around in front of him, giving him a view of her ass, the black fabric just barely visible past the crack between her cheeks. Well, at least he’d be hard this time. And yes, he was bigger than Tony.
He struggled into the blue nylons, the hair on his legs making it difficult to pull them up despite their stretch and strength. He stepped into the thong, pulling the silky fabric over his knees, his thighs, upward over his hips. The fabric slipped uncomfortably against his ass, the front barely covering even his balls.
“Oh that is amazing,” said Stacy, coming up to him and stroking his cock over the top of the thong. She adjusted him, aiming him to the side, stuffing more of his cock sideways under the lace so just his head poked out. He had a feeling he was stretching this poor thong past ever being usable again and briefly lamented that he would likely never see it on her now.
“Lie down right there,” she said, pointing to a spot above the city scape and under a particularly fluffy white sweater cloud. He obliged, getting onto his knees and then carefully laying on his side, his arms and legs outstretched as if he was flying. Stacy pushed his hip back and bent down to adjust his cock.
“There we go. Perfect,” she said as she taped the yellow sock in a big S on his chest. She caressed her breasts and ran her hands over her stomach, mumbling about needing to keep him hard until she had a chance to take the picture. He had no trouble staying hard as he watched her, a bead of precum forming on his tip as she ran a hand between her legs. His eyes locked on Tony, who stood behind her, his hand idly pumping at the sock hanging off his erection.
“My hero,” Stacy said as she took the picture.
***
“Ok how are we possibly going to do this one, let alone in bed?” asked Stacy. “Eat something you’ve never eaten in a venue you’ve never eaten in. One caveat, you must be at least five hundred feet high,” she recited, reading the item out loud.
“Well, there are a lot of things we haven’t eaten,” said Sam thinking through all the things in the local grocery store that he likely hadn’t eaten. Weird fruit, mushroom jerky, diet milk shakes.
“Speak for yourself,” responded Tony. “I’ve eaten just about everything under the sun.”
Stacy rolled her eyes at him, but pointed out, “that’s not really the hard part of this challenge. We need to find somewhere high enough where we can bring food.”
“Not to mention, someone’s going to need to get naked while eating.”
“We could eat Stacy,” said Sam hopefully.
“I’ve eaten plenty of pussy,” said Tony.
“Well, so have I,” said Sam defensively. “But I’ve never eaten Stacey’s.”
“And I’ve sucked plenty of cocks, but that just doesn’t feel new enough,” added Stacy. “This needs to be something none of us have ever eaten. Like beef tartare.”
“I’ve eaten that,” said Tony. “Plus, I don’t think that would be safe to sneak onto the fiftieth floor of some building.”
“Do we even have five hundred foot high buildings near us,” asked Sam.
“There’s the World Trade Center in Baltimore. Maybe we can go up to the observation deck and eat something there?” Suggested Stacy.
“Ok, but how do we make that naughty?” asked Sam.
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They hadn’t decided on how to make eating something new naughty, but they had decided that mushroom jerky was something none of them had ever eaten, was unlikely to make them sick, and would be easy to transport.
Sam looked around, noting that there were only a handful of people wandering around the huge space that was the top of the world observation center. Everyone was looking out the windows and if they were discreet, they might be able to get up to something seriously nefarious.
They walked the perimeter of the deck, scoping out their surroundings and of course gawking at the view of the city and the inner harbor. It was late in the day and the few people that had been walking around and looking through the huge windows slowly cleared out. Only one man was left, standing in a corner with binoculars, looking out over the water.
“So, mushroom jerky?” prompted Stacy,
“It’s not really sexy,” said Sam.
“You could strip and let us eat it off your tits,” suggested Tony.
“I don’t think so,” said Stacy.
Tony walked over to Sam and grabbed the bag of mushroom Jerky. Opening it, he took one of the sticks out and bit into the hard, chewy, and not unpleasant snack.
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