"I think we're nearly there", said David, wielding the roller above his head as he applied fresh paint to the last corner of the ceiling. I agreed with him, and it was true that both Sarah, his wife, and Katy had put down their brushes and rollers a little while ago. The ceiling was glistening white, three walls were a pale yellow, and a fourth "feature wall" was resplendent in its new coating of dark blue. I'd been grateful when these three work colleagues had taken me up on my suggestion of a "painting party" - the room was large, and the four of us had made short work of it in the few hours following the lunch I'd provided in recompense for their time. I always enjoyed David and Sarah's company, and had been particularly pleased when the petite Katy had agreed to come as well. A friendship had grown up between us at work, and we'd had a couple of fun work "nights out" in each other's company, but I had yet to work up the courage to ask her on a proper date. Getting her to come over with others to help with my painting had seemed a good way of enjoying her company without making it obviously a date, and I'd certainly enjoyed chatting with her over lunch. Over the afternoon, catching glimpses of her bare legs, her elfin face surrounded by its short brown bob, and her slim figure across the room had made the chore of painting the room so much more enjoyable.

"Well", said Sarah, "if we are done, then I don't want to break up the party, but we do need to get back. Sure we can't offer you a lift, Katy?". "Thanks", Katy replied, "but its really not in your direction. The trains are every hour - I'll be fine". "OK, if you're sure", Sarah said, and soon David and Sarah were gathering up their coats while Katy checked her phone for train times. David and Sarah breezed out of the door, and it was just Katy and myself. I felt suddenly tongue tied. "Umm, so how long until your train", I managed. "Oh, not long", Katy replied, scrolling down her screen. "Mmm, well, actually looks as if I've just missed one". "Well let me put the kettle on", I said, its only five minutes to the station". "Great, thanks", came the reply. We moved through to the kitchen, Katy still in her shorts, tee shirt and bare feet from the painting session, me in jeans and an old tee shirt. I made us both tea and we started to chat, coversation flowing easily despite my initial nervousness at being alone with a girl who I'd secretly found attractive ever since I first set eyes on her at work.

We went back to the lounge with our tea, and sat on the dust sheet covered sofa in the middle of the room. "It looks really good", Katy said. "Oh, thanks. Certainly I wasn't a big fan of the orange it was before. I don't know what the previous owners were thinking! I'm really glad you agreed to come and help". "Oh, I thought it was fun", she said, "you had me at 'paint fight'"! "Oh yes", I laughed, though my stomach flipped as I recalled the banter we'd had when I'd initially asked if Katy would come. "I may have misrepresented that slightly. In retrospect I didn't really think David and Sarah were up for driving home covered in emulsion. If David mentioned his new car once he must have mentioned it twenty times!". Katy laughed. "Good point, I think you probably made the right call there. I'm not sure Sarah would have coped with blue hair either". I chuckled at the mental image, trying to avoid my voice catching with the excitement it provoked, and there was a momentary pause as we both avoided the other's gaze. I wondered where Katy was going with this conversation. Was I allowing my fantasies to run away with me?

"So...", "How...", we both spoke at once, and stopped. I looked expectantly at Katy, and she shrugged and avoided meeting my gaze. "No", she said. "I was just thinking, what if we had had a paint fight, what do you think might have happened?". Wow, I was liking where this conversation was going. "Well", I started, but again Katy spoke over me, "I mean, I guess everyone was wearing old clothes anyway, but what about the carpet and things?". Boy, was she really suggesting we did this? I hastened to reassure her. "The carpet is being taken up and thrown out tomorrow", I said, "and this sofa is the only piece of furniture in the room, and its well covered up. No, if someone had splashed someone else with paint, I think things could very quickly have got out of hand". We were both grinning now, and I could see Katy's gaze travelling over the various part full pots of paint and roller trays that were scattered about the room. "I see...", she said meaningfully. She put down her mug, and got up from the sofa. "So, what do you think would have happened, if I'd, say, done this?" she said, and she carefully picked up the brush that Sarah had been using earlier from its can of white ceiling paint, and daubed a mark on the front of my tee shirt. I pretended to look shocked. "Look what you've done", I said. "I think if you'd done that, I might have been very tempted to retaliate in kind". Katy's elfin face had taken on a mischeivous grin now, as she dodged behind the sofa. I couldn't believe my luck, and grabbed the nearest brush, from a can of yellow paint. I feinted round one side of the sofa, and Katy, nimble on her bare feet, dodged round the other, while I ducked back and thrust the brush towards her. She raised her arms to protect herself, and a yellow smear appeared across her pale flesh as the brush glanced off her forearm from the wrist to the elbow. "Ooh". she cried out in mock indignation, "I can't believe you did that". She raised her arm, inspecting the splash of paint, and I took the chance to dart in with the brush and plant a stripe from her shorts down the length of her bare thigh. "Ooh", she called out, "not fair"! She stepped back and picked up the roller from the tray of paint still sitting on the floor. I dodged slightly from side to side, still trying to get in with my paintbrush, but she lunged below my guard and I felt the wet pressure of the roller on my leg as she ran it up from my knee to my waist, leaving a thick stripe of white paint. I took advantage of her bending over to do this to leave a splash of yellow on her dark hair, causing her to dodge backwards, planting one of her bare feet squarely in the roller tray and slipping over onto her backside. Her little bare feet shot up into the air, one sporting a thick coating of white from the roller tray, which started to run down her ankle as she lay there, giggling. I stepped forward, pinning her ankles between my arm and my chest to stop her getting up, while with my other hand I reached down for the roller tray full of white paint which had caused the sudden role reversal. Realising what I was about to do, Katy squirmed beneath me, her bare toes splaying as she wriggled her feet against my grip. "No, no", she panted, but then ruined the plea with a clearly provocative "you wouldn't dare"! I wasn't having that, and holding the tray over Katy's squirming body poured a thin stream of paint from a corner over her shorts and tee shirt, directing the flow from side to side so a pattern of stripes formed across her clothing.

The tray finally empty, I released her feet, and she quickly pulled them under her, raising herself to a kneeling position. The horizontal stripes of paint across her tee shirt began to send vertical drips downwards. "So, I'm pretty sure you were the one who wanted a paint fight, I said. Enjoying yourself?". Her grin gave her away, but she managed a mock frown as she said "I'm not sure you're playing fair. Sit down while I think what your punishment should be". I lowered myself to the floor, looking round for my next weapon, but Katy was already picking up the can of yellow paint with the big four inch brush in it. She dipped the brush deep then ran it deliberately from my shoulder down my arm, coating both fabric and skin with a thick layer of yellow. I felt the clinginess of wet fabric against my chest as she applied the brush there too, turning my white tee shirt yellow as she did so. My breath caught as I watched her pretty face just inches away from mine, tongue just protruding between her lips as she concentrated on saturating the fabric of my tee shirt and then colouring in my other arm. The sight of her neat brown bob gave me another idea, and I glanced over at the pot of blue paint from the "feature wall".

"My turn", I said. The frantic pace of our initial scrabble had clearly given easy to a more considered, turn taking, as she lowered her brush and sat back, tucking her feet and legs under her. "What are you going to do, mister", she said, mock seriously. "Well, I recall someone mocking someone for not wanting blue hair", I said, leaning over to pick up the can of blue paint. "No, you wouldn't do that", she said, but even as she said it, her tightly closed eyes and clenched fists were saying that she knew I would. I held the paint tin above her and started to tip. I prolonged the moment, earning a squinted peep from between Katy's tightly closed eyelids. She gave a squeak as she glimpsed the can and ground her eyes shut again, just as the viscous dark paint reached the rim of the tin and a stream began to land onto her head. For a moment it pooled there, a glistening blue puddle flattening her brown hair. But then gravity took over and streams set off down the side of her head. I moved the tin slightly to encourage them further, and soon blue liquid was running down all sides of Katy's head. It poured over her forehead and off her nose, at the back it ran straight down the previously clean back of her tee shirt and shorts, finally dripping onto her bare toes which peeped out from under her bottom, while at the sides it dripped off her hair onto her shoulders before running down the front of her tee shirt and puddling between her legs. Finally the can was empty and I put it down. Katy reached up and ran her hands from her forehead back through her hair, clearing her eyes, which opened wide in shock, peeping brown from her largely blue face. "Oh... My... God" she said, looking down at her now blue tee shirt plastered to her chest, and her bare legs with a river of blue running between her thighs down to her knees, where it dropped onto the carpet. For a moment I was worried I'd misjudged her mood and gone too far, but then her mischievous grin came back and again she slicked her ruined hair back off her blue streaked face. "Right", she said,"you are so going to pay for that"

Katy stood up, ignoring the rivulets of blue which continued to drip off her matted hair, her fingers, and run down her shins onto the back of her bare feet. She picked up a tin of white paint. "Stand there", she said, "and don't move". I stood still, wondering what was coming. I didn't wonder for long, as Katy approached me with the almost full tin. She ran her blue fingers down my tee shirt, leaving blue smears to mix with the yellow that she'd used on the fabric earlier. Her fingers ran over my waistline onto my jeans, and I felt her touch on my distinctly erect penis through the fabric of my jeans. "Enjoying this, are you" she said, putting on a sultry tone. I couldn't help the husky catch in my voice as I replied "Maybe..."! Before I fully realised what was happening she had slipped a finger into the waist of my jeans and underpants and pulled forward. With the other hand she tipped the can of white paint over the cavity she had created, and I quickly drew in my breath as the cold liquid pooled around my balls and penis. She continued to pour, and the liquid crept up my stomach before starting to overflow down my jeans. Suddenly she stopped pouring and with the other hand released the waistband, rubbing it down over the saturated fabric of my crotch. Unable to help myself, I thrust against her hand, the combination of her touch and the clinging wet fabric unbelievably erotic. "Wait", she said quietly, "we can do better than that"!

She put down the can of paint she was holding and now used both hands on my jeans, unbuttoning the fly, then pulling down on the waistband. Trousers and underpants came down as one, spilling more white paint down my legs, and my erection sprang free, slick with white paint, embarrassingly hard and right in front of her face. I couldn't quite believe this was happening, but I certainly wasn't objecting as she pressed her blue painted lips to the glistening white head of my penis, then slowly pushed forward, taking my white painted shaft deep into her mouth. I grabbed her blue matted hair with one hand, working my fingers through the sticky strands and helping her rhythm as she slid her mouth back and forward over my cock. It was no good, I couldn't make this last, and with a groan I pulled back as I started to come, shooting white cum onto her blue painted face and hair. She closed her eyes and smiled as my spurts slackened, cum beginning to drip down her cheek and across her lips. I sank to my knees in front of her. "Oh my god, wow!" I managed, as I pulled her face towards me and we kissed, the salty taste of cum mingling with the bitter taste of paint on her lips and tongue.

"I think you need to return the favour" she said, breaking the kiss and pulling back. I watched as she hastily reached down to the hem of her tee shirt and, in one swift movement, pulled the damp fabric over her head. A quick gesture at her back and her bra was falling away, exposing her neat breasts. She lowered her hands to her waist and sitting back as she did so, quickly pulled her shorts and panties down over her bare feet. She lay back on the paint stained carpet, planting her feet in front of me and letting her bent knees fall apart, making it quite clear what she wanted from me.

"You're quite clean", I commented. This was not strictly true - her hair was matted with drying blue paint, which also covered much of her face, where streaks of white still left trails down her cheeks and chin. And her arms and legs, hands and feet, were streaked with white, yellow and blue from my earlier efforts. But her newly exposed naked thighs, tummy and breasts were incongrously clean, the pale flesh a tempting canvas. "Mmmm", Katy groaned, reaching one blue hand across her chest to play with her nipple, "Don't make me wait"! But I wasn't in too much of a rush. I grabbed the big brush she'd used earlier too paint my tee shirt yellow, and dipping it back into the tin of yellow paint I touched it onto her stomach, earning a brief flinch and a moan as the cold paint began to run off the brush and pool in her belly button. I slowly ran the brush towards her chest, leaving a glistening yellow trail wherever the brush strayed, sliding over the curve of her breasts and teasing her nipples with the paint covered fibres. Soon her tummy and chest were a shining yellow. I picked up the tin and deposited a puddle of paint on her tummy, then, putting down the brush, used my fingers to drag streaks down towards her thighs, earning a groan as my fingers approached the pink folds of flesh nestling between her legs.

Changing my approach, I lifted my hands from her thighs and placed them on her knees. She made no resistance as I pushed her knees apart, sliding myself forwards over her feet until my face was between her legs. I splayed her lips with my fingers, and licked gently up, provoking a brief gasp of pleasure, while my hands strayed upwards to her breasts, slippery with yellow paint. My fingers teased and rolled her slippery nipples while my tongue flicked at the hard nub of her clit. She too was very ready, and as I moved in and sucked hard on her clit she cried out and her pelvis jerked convulsively as she came.

As her shudders quietened I moved back from between her legs, pulling off my own clothes before sliding my body up against hers on the damp and stained carpet. I could feel the tackiness of partially dried paint between us as I placed a hand on her head, feeling the stiffened clumps of her paint saturated hair, and pulled her head towards mine until our lips met. We lay together silently for several minutes as her breathing slowed,and I idly massaged her scalp and drew lines with my fingers in the sticky paint over her chest. Finally she moved her own hand down between my legs and I felt myself responding again to her touch. "Would you like to come inside me", she said. "That sounds a great idea", I responded, raising myself on one arm. "Wait", she said, "can you make us slippery again - I'm drying"! And she was right, the tacky paint was less attractive between us than it had been when wet and slippery. I glanced around at the tins of paint, most of which had been used up in our earlier frenzy. "I think they're all gone", I said. "What about that tin", Katy said, pointing to an unopened tin at the side of the room. "Oh", I said, that's black, I wasn't going to use that in case it was too hard to wash out". "I don't mind if you don't" Katy said, and wriggled out from beside me, crawling on hands and knees over to retrieve the unopened tin. She gave out a quick shake before popping the top off. The dark black liquid lay almost to the top of the tin, a dark oily mirror. "Pour it over me", said Katy, kneeling up and tucking her feet under her bottom.

I didn't need asking twice. For the second time that day I lifted a can of paint high over Katy's head. This time she knelt calmly, eyes closed, hands folded in her lap. She was already covered in paint virtually everywhere, from her matted blue hair, down her blue and white streaked arms, to her yellow chest and tummy, and again blue on the soles of her feet and her toes, peeping out from under her bottom. But I was about to obliterate all of that in a tide of black. I started pouring, gently at first, moving the can slightly around to direct the flow. As before the black paint began to pool on the top of her head, before cascading down over her face, down her chest, funnelling between her breasts before running down her tummy and onto her thighs. A slight sideways movement and her arms turned shining black. I moved the can backwards and the flow poured down her naked back, following the curve of her buttocks until it dripped onto her toes. Katy sat silent and motionless as I continued pouring until the can was empty. Then as I put the can down she slowly raised her hands to her face and slicked surplus paint back over her hair, clearing her eyes, which she cautiously opened, two white and brown hollows in her blackened face. I ran my hands over her body, now slippery with wet paint again, smearing paint into one or two patches, under her chin and her arms, that had escaped the flow. Silently she let me ease her onto her back, a glistening seal of slippery limbs and shapely torso. I slid my hands down her legs massaging the paint over the arches of her feet and between her toes, before gently parting her legs and positioning myself between them, one hand on each of her feet as I pushed them apart. There, at the apex of her blackened legs, an enticing pink slit opened up as her blackened lips opened to reveal the unsullied entrance between them. I slid forward on my knees and gently pushed into her, sliding easily into her wetness. I shifted my hands from her feet and ran them up her tummy and over her breasts, sliding in circles on the slippery black mounds while she moaned beneath me. I felt her linking her feet behind my back, pulling me further into her, and my thrusts picked up speed. I lay forward and my lips found hers, careless of their black coating. One hand continued to fondle her chest while the other ran through her hair, the thickened strands stiff against my fingers. We were both panting as she bucked against me until we both came in an explosion of pleasure.

I slumped down beside Katy, both of us equally covered in black paint now, and we lay still a while, feeling the curious pulling sensation of paint drying on our skins. I felt I should suggest a shower, but we both seemed seized by a post sex lethargic glow. Katy's breathing became slow and regular, and not wanting to disturb her I lay still until I felt my own eyes shutting. My last thought as I dropped off to sleep was to wonder just how hard the paint would be to get off after it had dried upon us!