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   ~ Key West, Florida...  ~

   Crossing his large, hairy arms over his paint-spattered, overall-covered
chest, Arc asked, "You...  want me, to do WHAT?"

   Standing in the middle of his studio, Sherry Clifford smiled winningly
at the burly artist.  "You heard me right," she said, stuffing her hands
into the back pockets of her 501's.  Scuffing the floorboards with the toe
of her left sneaker, she canted her candy-apple auburn-haired head at him
and asked, "What?  Don't think you can do it?"

   Running a hand over his tanned, bald head, Albert R.  Cass - aka "Arc"
as the locals called him - wrinkled his brow, frowning slightly.  "That's
not the problem.  It's just...  as far as go..." Dropping back to sit his
six-foot-four frame on the stool next to his drafting table, he asked "Are
you sure that you want to do this?"

   Sherry simply nodded, her cheeks dimpling as she replied, "Believe me,
I'm sure." Beaming, her lilting, rich alto filling his ears as she
explained, "This is something I've been planning on doing since last year.
Everyone said you were the best in town with an airbrush...  I just want to
know if you can pull it off?"

   Arc chuckled, rubbing his chin.  "Hey what you're asking is a piece of
cake," he admitted.  "I can get the right mix of paints, and nearly all of
my friends have done similar jobs during the festival."

   Sherry grinned, her coffee-brown eyes twinkling as she raked one hand
through her shoulder-length curls.  "I've seen that sort of work last year.
That's why I wanted to come to you for this job."

   "You do realize that you're taking a big risk though." Arc frowned
slightly, looking the short woman over briefly.  "I mean, you could get
into trouble, even with the festival going on-."

   "Trust me, I know what the risks are, and I'm more than willing to take
the consequences...  if I get caught," Sherry said with conviction.  "This
is a one-time thing that I really want to do.  Are you gonna help me out or
not?"

   Standing up, Arc wandered over to where his equipment sat on a wall
rack. "Hell, girl...  you could get in dutch for this...  we both could! 
However..." He turned back and grinned at her.  "I can't say no to a
challenge."

   Sherry felt like crowing.  "So, you'll do it?  Great!"

   Arc's ice-blue eyes twinkled at her enthusiasm.  "Hold on now, this
isn't going to be like a walk in the park.  I've got to prep up the right
paints and do some experimenting.  Since we've got a couple of weeks until
the festival, you better come back in a few days so we can do a practice
run, okay?"

   Nodding, Sherry replied, "Brilliant!  I can be here whenever you need
me!"

   Chuckling, Arc said under his breath, "Let's hope there is no sweat, for
your sake darlin'..."

   *****

   ~ One Week Later...  ~

   The ting-tang sound of his doorbell cut through the humid air, breaking
Arc's concentration briefly from mixing a can of paint at his workbench.

   "Hold on a sec!" he called out, removing the face mask and shield to
wipe his bald head clean of the sweat forming there.  He dropped the shield
and mask on the bench top and swiveled away before getting off his stool to
pad on sandaled feet across the studio floor.  He flicked away the sweat on
his eyes, having left his home's air conditioner on halfway, which left the
inside filled with the typical morning heat of the South Florida sun.

   Reaching the front door, he jerked it wide open and stared, his face
breaking into a smile at the sight of Sherry standing there.  "Hey there,"
he said brightly.  "Good to see you made it this morning."

   Returning his smile, Sherry hopped over the stoop, dressed in a set of
baggy sweat pants and jacket over a loose T-shirt, a small dufflebag slung
over her shoulder.  "I wouldn't have been late for today for anything," she
said sweetly, tipping the ball cap on her head back as she walked past him.
"Whew!" Sherry wrinkled her nose slightly as she got a whiff of the smells
of alcohol and acrylic paints filling the air.  "You've been busy this
morning."

   "Just getting the paints ready for your big day," Arc replied, walking
past her.  "We'll be doing most of the work over there, but the detail work
and touch ups I'll do by the bench." He briefly checked the cans of paint
that he'd been mixing before Sherry had arrived.  "Did you prep before you
left home?"

   With her sneakers squeaking against the wood floor as she came to a
stop, Sherry bit her lip while fanning herself with her ball cap briefly
before answering.  "Actually, I wasn't sure I could do a good job, so..."

   Arc arched an eyebrow as he turned away from his bench, gazing down at
her.  "You want me to help you with that?"

   Letting her small dufflebag slip from her her shoulder onto the floor,
Sherry gave him a hopeful expression.  "If you wouldn't...  mind?  I
mean-."

   He shook his head slowly, raising his hand to cut her off gently.  "No
worries, I've had to do that with some people before." His lips twisted in
a wry smile.  "I will admit, it was mostly backs and chests I had to do
though.  You sure you don't mind?  I could call one of my lady-friends-?"

   "No, it's cool," Sherry replied quickly.  "If I don't do this now, I'm
afraid I'll lose my nerve."

   Arc nodded.  "That makes two of us.  Well," he sighed, "my bathroom's
back there.  I've got a few towels we can use...  did you bring any shaving
supplies?"

   Sherry picked her duffel back up, nodding.  "I brought my own."

   "Good, well...  go in there and strip.  I'll be in as soon as I make
sure we're ready to go in here, okay?" Arc said, trying not to sound too
eager.

   "Okay, I'll call you when I'm ready," Sherry replied, as she headed
towards his bathroom...

   *****

   A few minutes later, Sherry's voice sang out from the open bathroom
door: "Okay...  I'm ready in here!"

   "I'll be right there," Arc replied, absently rubbing the top of his bald
head.  Hoping he didn't sound too anxious, he slipped his hand under the
metal basin, retrieving it from the sink next to the workbench.  After he'd
checked his gear and the paints - all ready, mixed and set - he'd taken the
time to fill up the basin with water and retrieve some skin softener from
the shelf over the sink, to get ready for the task ahead.

   With everything in hand, he padded over to the bathroom doorway and
called out, "Okay, here I come," he warned, slipping around the door jam.

   Inside, his Spartan bathroom was filled with the yellowish glow of the
naked bulb, hanging from the open fixture overhead.  Sherry was sitting on
the edge of the small sink beneath the medicine cabinet; stripped bare from
her waist to her toes.  She still wore her t-shirt, but had pulled it up to
expose her tanned tummy and lower torso.

   "Well, you're certainly ready," Arc commented thickly, his eyes sweeping
down Sherry's body, pausing at the fork of her legs to take in the reddish
curls peeking above her closed thighs.  He couldn't help himself, as he
admired the long, curvy pair of legs stretched out in front of him, as well
as her cute tummy with its slight curve to her navel.

   With a slight nervous lilt to her voice, Sherry said softly, "I don't...
think, we should drag this out, y'know?"

   Arc nodded.  "Yeah...  best to do this right," he murmured, breaking his
gaze from her smooth body.  "We still have to do the painting, after all."
As he placed the basin of hot water on the back of the toilet, he spied
Sherry's duffel on the floor next to the sink.  Bending down, he reached
out to pulled the open end to himself and rummaged around inside.  He found
a pair of terry-cloth hand towels, a bottle of lady's shaving gel and some
disposable razors.

   "Well," he sighed gustily, "we can use these...  but I don't recommend
these shavers," Arc commented.

   Sherry blinked.  "Why not?  I use them on my legs all the time."

   Arc said, "Well, you've got thicker skin on your legs...  plus we're
going to shave a more, well, sensitive area." Reaching over Sherry, Arc
opened his medicine cabinet and pulled out a compact straight razor.  "This
will be better, I think...  no chance of getting clogged with hair, and I'm
more, well, comfortable with it." He gave her an arched look.  "We don't
want any cuts or nicks...  down there, do we?"

   Sherry blushed a bit.  "Yeah...  I guess not.  Well, you're the expert
here," she said gamely.  "Shall we start?"

   Arc nodded, "Sure, darlin'." Setting himself down on the closed lid of
the toilet, he motioned for her to turn towards him, taking a nearby bath
towel off a nearby hook on the wall.  "Lift up," he said, folding the towel
to make a cushion for her.  As she complied, he gently took one of her legs
and moved it to the side, spreading her open so both legs bracketed him in
a wide vee.  After seeing she was positioned right, he reached back into
the cabinet for a pair of straight scissors and one of his old combs,
placing them with the items she'd brought as he sat back down.

   "Okay," he said with a gusty breath.  "Now, you relax, okay?  Trust me,
I'm not gonna hurt you."

   Sherry nodded, bracing herself on both arms as she leaned back to give
him an unrestricted view of her crotch.  "Okay...  I trust you," she
replied, her own breathing slightly pitched as she watched him expectantly.

   Rubbing his hands together briefly, Arc reached for the comb and one of
the hand cloths.  Draping the cloth over her left thigh, he began to gently
run the teeth of the comb through her red pubic curls.  Careful not to
snare any tangles, he soon had them combed out, laying straight against the
curve of her mons.  Satisfied, he reached for the scissors and - using the
comb as a shield - began to cut back the long hairs with long, steady
clips.

   Flinching slightly, Sherry tensed as the blades moved over her pubes,
but she quickly settled down as Arc worked with efficient progress. 
Eventually, she was shorn down to a thin stubble, which Arc covered with
the hand towel after he'd dipped it in the hot water.

   "Ow," she hissed slightly, feeling the heat on her nearly-exposed skin.

   "Don't worry," Arc cooed soothingly.  "I didn't make the water too
hot... the heat will pass." He rubbed the cloth softly over her crotch for
a moment longer, then lifted it away so he could run one fingertip along
one side of her mound.  "Good...  the hairs are soft enough.  This
shouldn't take much longer," he murmured thickly.

   Sherry shivered a bit from his touch, biting her lip as a tingle shot
along her body.

   Putting the comb and scissors aside, Arc reached for the can of shaving
gel and gave it a few sharp shakes.  He grimaced slightly at the label
before he squirted a dollop of the pinkish, scented gel into his hand. 
"Passion Rose?" he queried, arching one eyebrow at Sherry.

   She giggled softly.  "Hey, a girl's got to have her favorites, doesn't
she?"

   Nodding, Arc smoothed the gel over his hand, turning it into a foamy
mound of froth.  When he had it whipped up enough, he dipped his hand down
and smoothed it over the stubble covering her labia and mons.  The muscles
in her thigh twitched from the contact - even though he used a soft touch
with his fingers - as the cool foam covered her skin.  Smoothing it out,
Arc couldn't help but make contact with the outer lips of her puss as he
finished dabbing the lower area between her backside and her mons.

   "Okay, now...  keep perfectly still," he cautioned her as he tilted her
pelvis up to keep everything he'd covered in view.  Wiping his hands clean,
he reached for the straight razor and snapped it open.  Taking a moment to
examine the edge critically, he then leaned close in between Sherry's legs
and began to scrape the blade slowly over her skin.  When he collected a
good amount of cream, he lifted the blade away to wipe it clean on another
hand towel, before swishing it in the basin to rinse it.

   With each pass, more foam and stubble vanished, leaving behind a growing
bare patch of skin.  Sherry closed her eyes, trying to keep from moving as
he moved from one side of her pubes to the other.  Still, it was hard not
to, as the touch of his hand and fingers manipulating her intimate flesh
was sending sparks racing down her legs and up her spine.

   Avoiding the lips of her puss as he continued to shave her clean, Arc
guided the razor down to the area below her puss; clearing out the last few
wisps of hair along the junctions where her legs met her pelvis.  "Quit it,
darlin'...  I'm almost done here."

   Sherry shivered.  "Sorry...  I'm trying."

   Finally, Arc made a last critical look before he pulled the blade away
and swiped it one last time.  "There...  that's done." He took the last
hand towel and dipped it in the water, wringing it out before he used it to
wipe her pubic mound down.

   Leaning up, Sherry gaped at the sight of her now baby-bald mons; all
smooth and only slightly pink from the razor's touch.  "Wow," she breathed.
"I can't believe how it looks." She giggled softly as the cloth made
another pass over her slick skin.  "That tickles!"

   "Sorry," Arc apologized.  "This will become irritated.  Let's get some
lotion on it," he stated.  Turning, he reached for the bottle of lotion
he'd brought in and uncapped it.  "It's got aloe and it's water based... 
should be soothing enough to keep you from getting razor burns." With that,
he squeezed out some onto her pubes, before deftly rubbing it around with
his fingers to cover every inch of shaved skin.

   Sherry shook her head back, unable to stop the soft moan from slipping
through her lips as his hand moved in slow strokes on her flesh.

   Arc paused for a bit, then withdrew his hand to pass the lotion bottle
to her.  "I...  think you can finish this part, okay?" he said huskily.

   There was a slight pout to Sherry's lips as she sat up and accepted the
bottle.  "Ah...  okay, sure."

   "Just rub that in and let it set for about thirty minutes," he stated,
standing up before moving towards the doorway.  "I'll...  get everything
ready in the studio, and call you when it's time.  So, just sit back and...
try to relax, okay?"

   Sherry nodded, "Sure thing, Arc." She pulled her legs back and down,
watching as the burly artist shuffled out the doorway.  On impulse, she
cast a short glance down as he went past her, and caught sight of a
somewhat large lump in the crotch of the big man's overalls.  With a slight
smile, she privately chuckled at the thought of Arc's real excuse for
leaving her to finish up...

   *****

   Back in the studio, Arc had his protective apron and headgear on. 
"Okay, darlin'...  I'm all set out here.  Ready to get yourself set for
your big day out?"

   "Has it been thirty minutes?" Sherry's voice called out.

   Arc glance at a clock on the wall.  "Looks like it.  Come on, and let's
get started."

   Sherry slipped out of the bathroom, twisting her red curls up into a
tight bun on her head.  She'd wrapped in a large bath towel, tucked
underneath her arms and high over her chest.  Padding barefoot across the
studio to the spot where Arc had set up his drop cloths, she watched
expectantly as he finished adjusting the air pressure on the airbrush and
paint gun he had resting on a stand beside him.

   "Well, here I am!" Sherry announced brightly.  "What do you need me to
do...  other than the obvious?"

   Pausing to lift the cover of his face shield up, Arc unclipped a pair of
small goggles and a face mask from a tool belt hanging on his hips.  "Here,
put these on and drop that towel.  We've got to finish this so you won't
miss the opening of the festival."

   Nodding, Sherry slipped the towel loose and let it drop to the studio
floor.  "Okay," she said, accepting the mask and goggles with a wry grin.
"Hope you're still...  up for this," she teased.

   Arc stared at her, a smile curving around his lips as he watched her
slip the goggles and mask over her face.  Seeing her completely nude

   Arc stifled a moan, realizing this was going to be his hardest job to
date...  literally!  Seeing her completely in the nude - with her petite
frame, proportionate curves and sweet-looking B-cup breasts, sporting
marzipan-toned nipples - was bringing him back to the aroused state he'd
been in while he'd shaved her.  Already, those nipples were becoming stiff
in the cold air of the studio, since Arc had cranked up the air conditioner
in preparation for the painting ahead.

   Shaking himself, Arc motioned towards the drop cloth-covered area.  "Ah,
step over there, and let's get started," he said, unable to keep his voice
from getting low and husky.

   Sherry complied, stepping into the middle of the eggshell-colored cloth.

   Arc moved to position her legs so that she stood with them a moderate
distance apart, making sure she didn't bend or flex her legs as he started
deftly wrapping two strips of cloth tape around Sherry's thighs, just a few
inches below her crotch.  Another loop of tape went low around her waist,
with a small dip to form a vee, just below her navel.

   "Careful down there," Sherry said, watching him put the tape in place.

   Arc groaned under his breath, catching a whiff of her scent as he moved
to finish doing this part quickly...  otherwise, he'd be undone before they
started, and who knows where that would lead to!

   "Now, keep that mask and goggles on until I say it's okay to take them
off," Arc told Sherry firmly, as he rose up to place two more strips of
tape over her shoulders and down until they almost crossed under her arms.
"This first layers are textile acrylics - the stuff we found you're not
allergic to - and, I don't want any getting in your eyes.  Oh!  Almost
forgot." Arc pulled out a ball of gauzy-green fabric, and stretched it out
to place it over Sherry's hair.  "Better safe than sorry, right?"

   "Right," Sherry agreed.

   "Okay, put those on, darlin'," Arc said, slipping his own mask and
shield into place.  "It's time to create a masterpiece!" With that, he
reached for the handle of the paint gun, and gave the trigger a few pulls
to prime it.

   Over the next two hours, Arc worked his artistic magic on Sherry's body:
deftly spraying the areas inside the tape with layer after layer of paint.
Using a few techniques he'd used on other models, the dark indigo blue on
her hips, thighs, buttocks and pubes was slowly transformed into what
appeared to be skin-tight, stone washed denim.  When he moved to her upper
body - now using the airbrush for better control - he slowly built up an
impressive appearance of faded, yellow chambray.

   Sherry turned at his command, holding her arms slightly out to the side
as he worked in the details on her naked chest and back.  She couldn't see
the full effect yet, but she trusted the tall artist to do his best...

   *****

   Eventually, Arc made a few last touch-ups behind her back, and stopped.
"All right...  it's nearly finished," he said with a heavy sigh.  "We just
need to put some finishing talc to set it, and you're done."

   Sherry turned her head to look over her shoulder at Arc.  "Really?  How
do I look?"

   Arc didn't reply for a bit - while he lightly patted her with a
puff-applicator, dusting her down with a fine powder.  When he stopped, he
pointed to her face and nodded.  "Take those off and come over here," he
prompted, backing towards a long mirror in one corner of the studio.  He
smiled broadly as she walked towards him, his eyes moving up and down her
tiny frame with pride.  "See for yourself, darlin'!"

   Stepping in front of the mirror, Sherry's brown eyes shot wide open in
surprise.  She'd been expecting...  well, not what she was seeing now!  Her
upper body was still as naked as all get out, but, from the first glance
you could swear she was wearing a tied-off, faded yellow shirt; right down
to the two tied-off shirt tails hanging part way down her tummy.

   What was further down on her body was just as incredible: the painted
on, cut-off hot pants appeared so real to her, Sherry nearly tried to put
her hands in the painted on pockets at her hips.  He'd even painted in
little rivets of copper, faded stitching down the sides, even belt loops at
several intervals around her waist.

   "Oh my God, Arc!" Sherry nearly squealed in delight.  "This...  this
looks amazing!" Turning around, she looked at her backside in the mirror,
marveling at the sight of two back pockets painted on her posterior.  "It
really looks real!"

   Arc chuckled, wiping his hands on the front of his overalls.  "Well, you
said you wanted to fool anyone that wasn't looking hard enough...  so,
that's what I did." he said with a smile.

   Sherry giggled and turned back around, almost bouncing with glee.  "This
is so, gonna, ROCK!" She glanced around, and asked, "What did I do with my
shoes?  I can't waste any time!"

   Arc laughed, "You left them back in the bathroom, darlin'."

   Sherry's brown eyes twinkled as she turned and walked briskly over to
the bathroom.  She got to the doorway and stopped, turning to look at Arc.
"Hey, you wanna come with me?"

   Arc blinked.  "What?"

   "I said, do you wanna come to the festival with me?  You know, to see
your handiwork out in the public eye?" Sherry grinned.

   Arc rubbed the back of his head, looking a bit nervous.  "You, ah... 
you sure you want me to come along?"

   Sherry faced him fully, planting her hands above her painted waist. 
"Well, this is partially your doing!  I figured you might want to see how
people react to this...  you know?" She then flashed him a dimpled smile.
"Besides, I do want you along...  sort of to be there if something
happens."

   Arc crossed his arms and stared hard at her.  "Just what do you mean by
'if something happens'?"

   Rolling her eyes, Sherry gave him a look in return.  "Just say you'll
come with me, please?  I know I'd feel a lot braver...  if you were to be
with me."

   Arc closed his eyes for a moment, weighing the options.  Either he let
her go alone - and God knew what sort of trouble that could get into - or
he could go tag along with her, and possibly get into trouble himself,
along with her...

   Of course, one part of the husky artist's mind piped in, you can go and
if nothing happens, you can get to watch that sweet body walking around in
the daylight, knowing all the while that it was naked as a jaybird, even if
no one else clued in on that fact!

   "Well?" Sherry's voice broke through his internal dialog.  "What do you
say, Arc?"

   With a sigh, which didn't sound so awful because Arc was smiling, he
replied, "Let me go change into something cleaner, darlin'..."

   *****

   Out in the hot, South Florida sunshine, the sounds and smells of one of
the Key's local festivals added a heady mix of spice, scents and sounds to
be sampled by everyone there.  Some street bands played Caribean music,
bending in with the laughter and the language of the colorful crowds
filling the asphalt avenue.

   The sight wasn't anything new to Arc.  He'd been a part of the local
flavor in these festivals for several years...  the crowd and the crash of
everything against his senses - the tastes, the visual flavor and all -
were something he relished like a fine wine.

   "I can't believe this...  isn't it great?"

   Sherry's words shook him out of his brief musing.  "Y-yeah, sure
darlin'," Arc replied thickly, looking down at the tiny redhead, who was
clinging with both hands to his left arm; practically bouncing up and down
with excitement.

   "This is just wicked," she gushed, craning her head back to give him her
dimpled smile.  Leaning close, she whispered, "Do you think anyone can
tell?"

   Pulling a faded blue kerchief from the pocket of his old gray denim
shirt, Arc, mopped his forehead and offered her a weak smile.  "Nah... 
doesn't look it to me," he said softly, trying to keep his blood from
boiling as he pulled his eyes away to navigate through a narrow gap in the
crowd.  Moving to clear a path for Sherry, he felt a tremor of nervousness
under his ribs...  there were so many things that could happen, he thought.
It wasn't the last time he had such a thought, ever since they'd arrived on
foot at the start of this mile-long shindig.

   Even so, he couldn't deny the tingle racing down his spine as he thought
about the situation: walking arm and arm, down a public street with
practically naked woman...  he moaned under his breath, trying to keep the
thickness in his green khaki shorts from getting out of control.

   Sherry broke away from him suddenly, skipping over to a drink cart to
smile at the dusky-skinned fellow passing out cold sodas and water to the
crowds.  "Hey, Arc!  Got a dollar to spare?" she called back, grinning
mischievously.  "I...um, left my money in my other pants!"

   With a rueful sigh, Arc ambled up and nodded at the vendor - who was
casting his eyes over Sherry with an amused twinkle - and fished out a
wrinkled five-dollar bill.  "Two bottles of water, chum?" he asked, unable
to keep the slight touch of nervousness from his voice, seeing that Sherry
was leaning on the edge of the cart...  her 'covered' chest hanging over so
that her breasts were visible against the reflected metal top.

   The vendor nodded, palming the paper money before reaching into the open
compartment in his cart, pulling two plastic bottles out amid a swish of
melting ice.  "There you go!" he offered, wiping them off with a cloth and
handing them to Sherry, before turning away briefly to count out Arc's
change from a metal till box.  As he gave the money back to Arc, he smiled
broadly as Sherry gave Arc his drink.  "Have fun, girly!"

   "Thanks!" Sherry beamed, taking one of the bottles and unscrewing the
cap.  "I am!" She giggled, raising it to her lips to take a few swallows
before she stopped and told Arc, "C'mon!  Let's check out what they're
selling down the street!"

   Slipping the change into his pocket, Arc shot the vendor another smile
and shrugged.  "After you, darlin'," he said helplessly, shuffling after
her as he uncapped his own drink to take a refreshing swig.

   Getting into the part of the street where more stalls and carts were
clustered together, the two made their way from one to the next; Sherry
pausing long enough to giggle and chatter with each seller for a few
minutes, turning from time to time to drag Arc into the conversations.

   All the while, Arc wasn't able to keep his eyes off of Sherry, even
though he tried his hardest: her lithe body prancing around in the crowd
ahead was a hard thing not to ignore.  As she moved from every vendor and
stall lining the street - laughing and enjoying herself amid the sea of
tourists and locals - Sherry looked like the perfect picture of innocent
fun...

   Unless you looked pretty damn close at her 'clothing', he mused.

   He paused a few feet away from his lovely walking canvas, watching as
Sherry stopped to admire some colorful marionettes a fellow on a trike-cart
was selling.  Crossing his arms as he stood watching, she chatted with the
vendor, looking over some of the small puppets on the cart's rack...

   She then dipped down to get a better look at one of the free-standing
ones on the sides, making Arc do a double take...  because the cover job
he'd done with Sherry's lower half wasn't as complete as he'd hoped.

   "Oh hell," he muttered, his eyes wide as she spread her legs to balance
on the balls of her feet.  This forced her thighs apart and allowed her
most intimate area to be exposed!  Arc stole a quick look around to see if
anyone else noticed her unknowing exposure, but it didn't seem that the
passing crowds had noticed...  yet!  It wouldn't be too hard for someone to
glance down and see her pink, open puss in the middle of the faux-denim
paint.

   As quick as she'd dipped down, Sherry rose back up and said a few more
words to the vendor before moving on.  Shaking himself, Arc had to hurry to
keep up with her.  Considering what just saw, there was a good chance that
Sherry could land in major trouble if she flashed herself in view of the
wrong person...  or the local police!

   The ting-tong sound of steel drums got Arc's attention next...  a small
group of nearby men and women had put together a improvised band on the
grass at side of the street, filling the air with the infectious rythum of
tropical music.

   Already, a small bunch of enthusiastic couples had clustered around the
band, swaying and dancing to the beat of the song.  Standing at the edge of
the makeshift dance floor, Sherry watched the moving bodies for a bit,
before she turned and fixed Arc with a grin.

   "Wanna go dance?" she asked him.

   He waved one hand defensively.  "No way...  I never could keep up with
that sort of music," he replied with a half-hearted chuckle.

   Sherry pouted, but her smile returned full-tilt as the band started
playing again: the song being a local favorite that was all up-tempo and
hot as banana peppers.  "Ooo!  I can't say no to that song!" she cheered,
and without warning she hopped into the throng and started moving her lithe
body to the beat.

   Arc half-called out to her in protest, about to reach out to drag her
back, but he stopped when he realized he couldn't get through the press of
bodies that were speeding up to match the beat of the drums and melody. 
Raising up on the balls of his feet, he tried to get a look as to where
Sherry was in the throng.  He sidestepped one twirling couple and nearly
got smashed on one toe as a dark-skinned Jamaican beauty bounced by.

   "Hell!" he swore, pulling back a bit before he tried to step through the
wall of milling dancers once more.

   Suddenly, a space cleared as a cheer went up from the crowd and the
band. There was Sherry, oscillating her hips and thighs in a dance called
"the butterfly" as she swayed in front of a young, suntanned fellow in
cut-offs and a open, sleeveless shirt.  He was facing her back, arms raised
over his head.  clapping to the beat as he grinned down at the shorter
woman Totally into the dance, Sherry swayed her body as she opened and
closed her legs, bent at the knees to allow her butt to swing out behind
her.

   Arc goggled at her, seeing once again that her movements were allowing
her crotch to become open again...  Her pink, inner flesh was completely
exposed, and anyone that was looking where he was would certainly see it!

   "Sherry!" he shouted, trying to be heard over the crowd and the music.
"Come here, darlin'!  You're...  puttin' on a show!"

   Sherry looked up at Arc, her cheeks flushed rosy-pink as she beamed,
mouthing the words 'I know!' at him.  She dropped down lower, swinging her
hips a little before standing up to turn to give the young man behind her a
dazzling smile.  He seemed to appreciate her attention - and the display -
since Arc could see his eyes light up like fireworks.

   Arc grumbled, before calling out again: "Sherry, come on!  You're gonna
get into a mess of trouble, girl!"

   Sherry turned and swayed her way back through the dancers to his side.
"Okay, okay!  I was just having a little fun, Arc," she said, though she
wasn't as upset as he thought she would be.

   Taking her by the hand, Arc led her back from the band and the dancers
into the middle of the street.  "Gezus, darlin'!  I know you wanted to have
fun with this-."

   "Believe me, I am," Sherry replied, her face filling with a perplexed
look when she saw the look on Arc's face.  "What's wrong?"

   Arc paused, staring down at her as they came to a stop.  "Sherry... 
don't tease, okay."

   She moved in front to face him, holding up her hands in confusion. 
"Tease?  What do you mean?"

   Rubbing the back of his head, Arc realized she honestly didn't know what
she nearly did...  twice!  He looked up and around at the crowd, gauging
the situation.  A trio of men walked by - one of them the young dancer
Sherry had been with just a few moments ago - chattering animatedly between
themselves.  The one fellow glanced over at them, his eyes walking up
Sherry's body as he grinned so wide, Arc thought his face was going to
crack.  He then nodded to his friends, and they all started up laughing as
they continued on by.

   "Darlin'," he said, just before leaning down to put his mouth next to
her ear to whisper, "you're showing off more than you realize!"

   Sherry turned and pulled back to face him, her eyes wide with surprise.
"What?"

   With a discrete dip of his eyes to her lower body, Arc muttered softly,
"You showed off...  um, some pink, down there." For emphasis, Arc jerked
his head back towards the dancing crowd behind them.  "When you were doing
that Boca-dance..."

   At that, Sherry's hand shot up to her mouth, stifling the gasp bursting
from her lips.  "Oh God!  I...  really?"

   Laying a hand on her bare shoulder, Arc offered gently, "Sherry, you're
having fun...  but, try to be careful." He swallowed thickly.  "Just, be
careful, okay?"

   With a shiver, Sherry nodded, and he noticed she drew her legs together
on reflex.  "Um, okay...  God!  I didn't know."

   He rubbed her shoulder in a calming gesture.  "No worries, darlin'. 
Come on...  if we're careful, we should be able to make it to the end of
the block." He nodded towards where a street taxi - a trike with a two-seat
compartment in the rear - was parked with several others.  "If you want,
I'll grab us a ride back to my place...  that is, unless you still wanna
risk sticking around?"

   Glancing down at herself, Sherry mulled this over for a brief span... 
then, she looked back up with a sly smile.  "Do you want us to quit?"

   Arc blinked...  when did this become us?  he wondered.  He kicked
himself mentally, remembering that he agreed to come along on her little
public exhibition.  "Do you think we will get caught?" he queried back.

   Sherry countered with, "I dunno...  but, this is too much fun to let a
little flash stop us now, hm?" She reached up and gripped his hand on her
shoulder, squeezing lightly.  "Well...  let's get to the end of the block
for starters.  Then, lets see, okay?"

   Heaving a sigh, Arc chuckled and nodded.  "Okay...  fine.  To the end of
the block, then.  Just be careful."

   As the continued walking, Arc noticed it was dimming overhead.  Glancing
up, he spied a bank of dark thunderclouds advancing from the ocean.  A soft
flash illuminated a lightning strike out on the ocean, followed shortly by
a deceptively-gentle rumble of thunder in the air.

   "Uh-oh," he said, tapping Sherry to point it out to her.  "Looks like
we're in for one of our notorious weather changes."

   She winced as another peal of thunder boomed nearby, giving him a
worried look.  "Will this stuff-."

   "Not unless you had soap or something else that can dissolve it," he
stated, cutting her off.  "That acrylic's supposed to be waterproof. 
Still...  we shouldn't take the risk," he offered, seeing they were closer
to the end of the block now.  "We might want to get you under some cover
soon."

   Turning around and walking backwards, Sherry grinned, "True...  but, if
I'm waterproofed, then why not stick around a little longer?"

   Arc groaned.  "Sherry!"

   She laughed, "C'mon!  What's the worst that can happen?"

   As they got next to the end of the block, where a small common dining
area which had been set up next to a large circle of open grills, fryers
and beer taps, a raucous wave of laughter rolled over the sounds of
Island-theme music.  Suddenly, a tipsy fellow in garish-colored tourist
clothes burst into view, flailing his one arm as he stumbled towards them.
His other arm was tucked in close, trying to keep a slopping pitcher of
cold beer from being spilled completely.

   Arc's eyes widened with concern.  "Hey!  Look out, there!" he shouted.
He started to reach out to pull Sherry back behind him...  but it all
happened too fast: Sherry had heard his shout, and was turning around to
face the drunkard, just as the man got his two feet tangled together.  With
a yell, he tripped over himself, flinging out both arms to try to stop from
crashing onto the hot asphalt.  Forgotten, the pitcher of beer upended and
sailed out of his grasp; it's cold contents splashing all over Sherry's
torso and belly.

   "EEE!" She shrieked, getting thoroughly drenched from collar to crotch
by the pale-wheat colored draught.

   Arc grimaced sharply.  "Hell!" he cursed, unable to not watch as the
alcohol in the beer immediately began to break down the layers of paint. 
In seconds the well-crafted images on her body began to smear, losing the
definition he'd worked for hours to create.

   Almost on cue - as if things weren't bad enough - the thunderstorm
overhead decided to cut loose with a vengeance!  In an eye blink, several
small drops turned into a rushing downpour, covering the entire festival in
seconds.  With the arrival of the rain, a lot of the crowd began to break
up and run for what cover they could find.

   Arc was getting drenched, but that was the furthest thought from his
mind...

   "Oh God!  Arc!" Sherry called out, panic in her voice as she turned
around.  The rain was mixing with the beer-soaked paint, becoming a total
mess that was running down in streams along her belly, hips and thighs.

   Unexpectedly, the drunk - who was sitting on his butt, becoming equally
soaked - peered up at Sherry, blinking through his thick glasses before
saying loudly, "Hey!  You got no clothes on!"

   That was the last straw for Arc!  He quickly unbuttoned his
short-sleeved shirt and whipped it off his stocky torso.  Darting towards
Sherry, he slipped it over her body, pulling it tight to give her as much
covering as it could offer.

   "Damnit, this isn't good," Arc hissed.

   "Oh no," Sherry squeaked, suddenly looking over Arc's arm.  "It's
worse!"

   Looking to where Sherry had her sights fixed, Arc nearly felt the world
get yanked out from under him: a pair of local policemen - dressed in
summer shorts, uniform shirts and ponchos - were moving against the
retreating crowd headed up-street, as they were working to reach where he
and Sherry were standing in the deluge.  Arc didn't need a second to know
they'd spied her condition...

   "Hold on!" he growled, scooping Sherry into his arms before making a mad
dash through the rain.  His sandals splashing through the quickly-forming
puddles, he slipped into the thinning crowd behind the common area and
ducked through a gap between two portable toilets.  He heard the drunk
calling to the cops behind them, and made for a space between two houses
beside the street...

   "Arc!" Sherry whimpered, holding on tight as he ran for their lives down
the alley separating the houses.

   "Hang tight," he puffed, "I'll get us out of here!" He grimaced as they
turned a corner, hoping he could reach his house before the police could
catch them...

   *****

   Hustling through the tall wooden side gate that opened into his back
yard, Arc glanced behind him to check if any of the officers had managed to
trail him back to his place.  Not seeing any, he sighed and leaned against
the fence post, still hugging Sherry's soaked, messy body to his chest.

   Looking up at him, Sherry sighed shakily.  "Well, that didn't go as
planned, did it?"

   "Not...  exactly as planned, I'd say," Arc replied ruefully.  He glanced
down at her, and blew a gust of air over his own wet face.  "Mother Nature
didn't really lend us a hand in the end..."

   Shivering a bit, Sherry wrapped her arms around his neck a bit tighter.
"Not really...  I thought we were gonna get in trouble when those police
showed up!"

   "Well, you were the one that said you knew what the consequences were,"
Arc stated wryly.  When he saw Sherry frown, he added lightly, "Still, I
don't think the police followed me back here.  All those people running
around to get out of the downpour helped as well." With that, he lowered
Sherry so she could stand on her own feet.

   "That's good...  though, do you think they'll come looking for me?  I
mean, us?" she asked.  "Oh damn!  If they do-!"

   "If they do, they'll be hard pressed to identify you or me," Arc said
soothingly.  "I really don't think they got a good look at either your
face, or mine." Shrugging, he added with a chuckle.  "Besides, I think they
might have had a hard time doing that, considering the rest of you was
distracting enough."

   "Oh, you!" Sherry had to laugh, giving the tall man a slap on his hairy
arm.  "Well, for as much of me that was in view, I guess you're right about
them being...  distracted," she sighed, looking down as she opened the
tails of Arc's shirt to see the remains of her painted-clothing: the ruin
of the faux-hot pants and top still clinging to her damp skin.  "Yuck... 
looks like your masterpiece is shagged," she said with a sigh.

   "Well, you'd have had to clean it off before long anyway," Arc replied.
Glancing over her head, he nodded, pointing with his chin towards the
center of his backyard.  "Come on...  you'll make a mess if you go inside.
I've got an outside shower that you can clean up with."

   Taking her hand, Arc led Sherry around a low row of palmetto bushes, to
where a large cement circle sat in the middle of a grass patch.  In the
middle, a small convex slope dipped down into a white drain plate, over
which a single iron pipe rose up, ending in a flat-flanged shower head.

   Sherry gave the apparatus a look, then glanced up at Arc.  "Is it safe
to...  well, use this like..."

   Arc chuckled, "What?  Going shy on me now?" He set her down on the
concrete and added, "I've got privacy fences and shade trees on both sides
of the yard, darlin'.  The only way someone can see us is if they walk up
from the beach, or if they look out of their upper floor windows." He
jerked his head towards one of the houses next door.  "Besides, my
neighbors are both snowbirds...  they won't be in until wintertime."

   With a relieved sigh, Sherry shrugged.  "Okay...  I was just, well,
worried...  considering the trouble I nearly caused-."

   Holding up one hand, Arc cut her off gently.  "Look, you didn't know
that was going to happen...  we've always had weird weather down here, and
you couldn't have known that dope was going to splash you, now did you?" He
gave her a small push towards the shower.  "Get stripped and get wet. 
You've had your fun, now let's get you clean."

   Giving him a small smile, Sherry nodded, "Okay...  sounds like a plan to
me." She started to bend down to untie her sneakers, when she paused and
looked back up at him.  "Arc...  how did I look, out there?"

   Arc shot her a half-smile, then shook his head and finished it
completely.  "Sherry...  you were so hot out there."

   Her cheeks dimpled.  "Really?"

   "Really-really," Arc chuckled.  Just then, he snapped his fingers. 
"Damn, if you're going to get that paint off, you'll need soap.  Sit tight,
I'll get you some." He stepped off the circle and started walking towards
the house.

   Sherry laughed at his retreating back.  "Where do you think I'm going to
go, looking like this?"

   Arc just threw up his hands as he trotted towards his back porch,
stopping long enough to kick off his sandals; stomping up the wood steps to
knock of the last of the sand of his feet.

   Opening the back door and making his way towards his work space, he
whistled a nameless tune while pulling a bar of all-purpose soap off the
shelf next to the metal sink.  With that in hand, he padded across the
studio to the bathroom, and tugging the linen closet open, he reached
inside to swipe a couple of dry towels for Sherry to use.

   As he was about to turn away from the doorway, he spied Sherry's clothes
from that morning - folded and stacked together - resting on the bathroom
sink.  "Hm, she'll need those," he murmured, snatching the entire pile in
one hand before heading back to the back yard.

   Kicking the door open with one foot, Arc emerged into the late afternoon
air, coming down the porch steps as he called out, "Got you your clothes
for a quick change, darlin'.  Hope you...  don't...  mind..."

   His voice trailed off in awe as he looked up before stepping close to
the concrete shower.  Sherry had removed her socks and sneakers, leaving
them at the edge of the circle with his paint-smeared shirt she'd used as a
cover up.  Standing under the running spray of the shower head, her trim,
nude body was now covered with water and more smears of the blue and yellow
paint, running down from her bobbing breasts to her sleek legs.

   Running her hands over her tummy, Sherry grimaced at the sight of the
streaks of yellow-white on her skin.  "Ugh, this stuff came off better with
the beer-bath I got!"

   Shaking himself, Arc moved to lay the towels and her clothes down by her
sneakers.  "Here," he said huskily, lobbing the soap towards her.  "This
soap will work better than suds."

   "Great, thanks," Sherry beamed, catching the bar with her wet hands.  "I
think I'll have paint in places where I didn't think I had places,' she
added ruefully.

   "Well, you shouldn't have any trouble...  I'll, um, be over here to keep
an eye out for anyone coming along the beach," Arc offered, turning to head
towards sands beyond his backyard.

   Sherry let him get a few steps away, before calling out, "Hey... 
actually, I could use a little help."

   Stopping in mid-stride, the burly artist swiveled half-way around,
staring at her in nervous disbelief.  "What, did you say?"

   Biting her lip, Sherry turned back into the spray, looking down over her
shoulder at her backside.  "Well...  I guess I want to make sure all the
paint's gone," she offered with a shy smile.  "That is, if you don't
mind... lending a hand?"

   Swallowing against the lump in his throat - and the thundering blood in
his ears - Arc turned completely towards Sherry and looked her straight in
the eye.  "I...  ah, I don't mind.  Are you...  sure you want, my help?"

   Sherry's cheeks changed from light tan to dusky peach as she blushed,
glancing down at the bulge that had returned to Arc's crotch once more. 
"Yeah.  I don't...  mind." She looked back up, seeing him start to step
towards her.  "Um, you might want to strip yourself.  That is, unless you
want those shorts to get wet...  again."

   Looking down his chest to his lower body, Arc pondered the situation for
a second...  then, with a shrug, he slipped his thumbs under his waistband.
"Hell...  in for a dime or a dollar," he murmured.  "As damp as they are, I
don't think it matters, does it?" Without waiting for Sherry's answer, he
shoved both shorts and his underware down to his feet, stepping out of
them.

   Sherry blinked, then smiled softly, her own pulse quickening as she took
in the view of him, now naked as Sherry was...right there in the open air
of his backyard.

   Arc wasn't completely covered in muscles - a slight pair of love handles
and a round belly gave testament to that!  - but, his large frame was
thick, and mostly fit, covered in tanned skin and dark, thick hairs from
throat to his feet.What got her attention the most, was the thick shaft of
his cock, poking out at half-mast from an unruly nest of curly hairs at his
groin.

   Stepping slowly onto the cement circle, Arc gave her a small smile,
holding out one hand.  "Well, darlin'...  can you please hand over that
soap?  Let's get clean, hm?"

   She returned his smile, giving him the soap before she turned and
reached out to grip the tall pipe with both hands, bending over to give him
a tantalizing view of her backside.  "Please?" she asked, almost in a
begging tone.

   With a deep intake of air, Arc stepped in close and thrust the soap
under the spray for a moment or two, getting it wet before he cupped it in
both hands and rubbed it briskly, forming a thick cloud of lather.  He then
lowered both hands to her back, resting them gently on Sherry's wet skin
before moving them around in slow, opposite circles over the streaks of
paint.  Moving closer, he reached up under her hair to get the spots near
her neck and shoulders, idly moving her ruby locks out of the way as he
softly scrubbed the colors away.

   Sherry sighed at the first contact of his large hands on her, arching
slightly as he rubbed the soap over her back.  Tingles that had been
trilling along inside were now arcing like sparks along her nerves. 
Feeling his heat and nearness, she couldn't help the moan that slipped from
her lips as he curved his fingers over her shoulders, across her
collarbone.

   Arc sighed, relishing the feel of her soft skin as he cleared the paint
away with every stroke.  "It's...  coming off well," he murmured quietly.
The sounds of the surf from the beach, along with the soft sounds of the
wind in the trees and grass, seemed to form a bubble of solitude around
them.

   Rolling her shoulders, Sherry said sibilantly, "Yes...  feels good..."

   Arc let the smile on his lips spread, as he moved his hands back down
Sherry's back.  Swiping across her skin in broad strokes, he went past her
waist and down onto her blue-streaked buttocks.  Cupping them in his palms,
he rubbed around and around, slipping his fingers down into her crack and
underneath to get all of the paint left there.

   At this point, Sherry let out a small gasp at his hands intruding there.
Rising up on her toes for a second, she calmed and lowered back down,
keeping her bottom arched out so he could get to every nook.

   "Hmm, still sensitive?" Arc asked, moving the soap around on her thighs
- both inside and outside surfaces - as he crouched to get a better view.

   Shivering, Sherry bit her lip again and moaned, "Ah-huh..."

   At that level, Arc was in line with her bottom; his gaze fixed on her
rounded cheeks...  and the lather-coated, intimate flesh now winking at him
pinkly between her legs.  Heart racing, Arc pursed his lips and blew a soft
stream of air over her nether region, grinning as her legs trembled under
his hands as her vulva contracted slightly.

   "Ooo," she squeaked, her voice tight with heat and tension.

   Arc sloughed the suds downwards, getting to the runoff trails of paint
that had leaked down to her lower legs.  Following the sleek lines of her
legs back up, he continued on until he reached her crotch and bent waist.
"Raise up, darlin'," he whispered huskily.  As she complied, he rubbed over
her groin and hips, following the flow of her torso upwards as he rose to
continue his scrubbing.  Crossing her tummy, he felt her shy away as he hit
a ticklish spot, but he pulled her back so that she was pulled up flat
against his front.

   "Hey, where you goin'?" he rasped deeply, moving the soap and his hands
over her stomach in wide, lazy circles.

   With a deep, alto giggle, she replied, "Well, give a girl warning when
you...  oooh!" Her scold slipped off into a open groan as she felt Arc's
heavy cock against her backside; the long shaft wedged between her butt
cheeks like it belonged there.

   Chuckling, Arc leaned over to murmur in her left ear: "Sherry...  here's
your warning." As he said this, he slid his hand up over her pert breasts,
covering them each in his big, hairy hands as he worked soap over the last
traces of paint on her chest.

   Leaning back, Sherry openly moaned out her breath as he cupped her
breasts.  Her nipples, which had be hard before he started cleaning her,
turned to solid stone under his caress as they drilled into his skin. 
Raising her arms, she looped the around his neck as she canted her head
back onto his hairy shoulder.  Flaring her nostrils, she took in the rough,
male scent of him, mixed with the neutral smell of the soap lather covering
his hands and her body.

   Unable to keep still, she undulated her backside, making it slide over
his groin and his trapped manhood.

   Hissing, Arc squeezed her tits, making them bulge through the small gaps
between his fingers.  "Geez, darlin'!"

   With an answering trill, Sherry rolled her wet head back on his body. 
"Don't...  stop, please!" she begged.  The situation, which had started as
a light tease was not racing far beyond that boundary...  Sherry was now
turned on like a light; burning with lust.  She dropped one hand and
covered one of Arc's, squeezing her breast along with him.  "You...  ahh!
Feels so good..."

   Arc had to agree with her, feeling her lithe frame rubbing and squirming
under his touch.  Letting go off the other breast, he slowly turned her so
she was back under the full forced of the spray, quickly rubbing her down
to remove the foam and the last of the paint from her body.  Under the
rushing water, her peach-cream skin returned, now glowing from the heat
kindled in her blood...  rushing as her heart beat faster with every
passing second.

   When he was sure she was squeaky clean, Arc smiled and dropped to his
knees in front of her.

   "What...  hey," Sherry gasped, lifting one hand to wipe the water from
her eyes.

   "Got to make sure you're completely clean," Arc offered with a grin,
wrapping his hands around her thighs before tugging her towards him.

   Sherry's mouth formed an 'Oh' of surprise, which suddenly turned into a
drawn out 'OH!' of pleasure when she felt Arc fold himself, dipping his
head down until he could tilt it sideways and thrust it forward into her
puss.  Her legs snapped taut as she felt the slippery, rough texture of his
oral appendage delved between the flaps of her outer labia, and she threw
her head back into the spray of the shower as a millrace of sensations
rocketed from her crotch, racing around her body like she'd been dipped in
pure energy.

   Moving her legs apart, Arc edged closer to her as he sat back on his
heels to get a better angle.  Working his tongue deeper into her, he
flipped it back and forth between her vaginal walls, tasting a liquid
thicker than sugar water, sweet like cinnamon and key lime mixed together.
It coated his tongue and mouth like slow, rich cream.  Slurping softly, he
drew upwards until his lips encountered the swelling hood of her clit. 
Slipping his lips over the hard nub hidden under that fold of skin, he
lashed at it with flickering strokes, while letting a low, baritone hum
flow from deep in his chest, out into her sensitive flesh.

   "Oh, God, yes!  Yes!" Sherry cried out, trying to be quiet even though
she knew they were alone.  The rush to her head...  driven by the fire Arc
was stoking below, was making her more and more incensed with need.

   The fact they were outside, within eyesight of the beach be damned!  She
didn't want this to end!  Curling her fingers over his bald head, Sherry
canted one leg outwards as she bucked her pelvis into his face, urging him
on with coos and moaning sighs.

   For Arc, he was getting a crick in his neck, and his knees were getting
sore from kneeling on the concrete...  but he wasn't about to stop just
yet! Running his hands up to cup Sherry's backside, he squeezed her firm
flesh as he redoubled his efforts on her puss.  Savoring her feminine musk
and taste, he was bound and determined to make her orgasm before he saw to
his own...

   "Ahh...  damnit!" Rolling her head back to look down at the burly man
between her legs, Sherry felt the pressure swelling inside her.  "Arc,
honey...  ooo, shit!  It's so, oooh, Christ!" Her litany of swearing seemed
to drive her passion higher and higher, accompanied by the skillful mouth
working her closer and closer to that first climax.

   Just then, Arc captured her clit - now exposed from its protective skin
- and worried it between his lips and teeth; flicking the end with his
tongue tip like a beating humming bird wing.

   "Oh, oh...  oooh, GOD!  YES!" Sherry's voice shot up several octaves as
the electricity wracked her body, unleased from deep inside her as her
orgasm rippled outwards along her straining limbs and body.  With a shriek
of ecstasy, she latched onto Arc's shoulders for support, bucking her hips
uncontrollably.

   For his part, Arc rode out her storm, pressing himself deep into her
groin as he clasped her butt cheeks firmly.  Her sweet essence flowed out
of her like pure ambrosia, and he drank and drank until only tiny dribs
were oozing out of her puss.  By then, Sherry was gasping for air, trying
to pull away from his face and crying softly as she was so sensitive.

   "oh...oooh, ahmmmyGawd," she breathed, trying to catch up to her runaway
heart, racing under her ribs.

   Taking his cue, he removed himself from her crotch and slowly rose up;
keeping a grip on her body to keep her from wilting to the concrete beneath
them.  As Arc regained his feet, she melted into him, clinging fiercely to
his arms as he held her upright.  Unable to form anything more coherent,
she buried her face in his wet chest and shivered as the aftershocks
wracked her down to her curling toes.

   Leaning down, Arc placed a gentle kiss on top of her head.  "Hey... 
still with me?" He asked, his own voice soft yet deep with his own need.

   Sherry moved her head up and down, nodding silently.  Plastered to his
front, she was keenly aware of the hot piece of man flesh poking her
tummy...  rubbing on her wet skin with a slickness born of his own arousal.

   "Mmm," he sighed, holding his own passion in check as he held her,
letting her recover.  "You feel okay, darlin'?"

   Sherry didn't answer for several moments.  This worried Arc...  until
she slipped her arms around his upper body, tugging downward to bring his
face close to hers.  Tilting it to the side, she hungrily walked her lips
across his jaw until she covered his with her open, seeking mouth. 
Surprise gave way to rekindled fire, as he felt her small tongue breach his
lips and teeth, twisting around his own in a whirling dervish of saliva and
heated breath.

   Not breaking this kiss, Sherry got her feet back under herself and - in
a bold move - began to climb Arc's tall, hirsute body like it was a tree.
When her legs could encircle his waist, this forced him to bring his hands
down under her thighs to keep her from falling down.  Arc hissed through
the side of his mouth, as her puss came in close with his raging cock.  The
sheer heat made him wince, thinking it would melt him down like copper in a
smelter.

   Sherry uncoupled their lips, gazing into his eyes with her own; twin
chocolate pools that were smoldering, filling the air between them with a
smoky haze.  "Fuck me," she said softly, arching her nether region towards
his straining member.  "Fuck me...  you want it so bad, and so do
I-Aieeee!"

   Before her words had barely been spoken, Arc had arched sharply upwards,
tilting his torso and lowering hers so that his cock was wedged at the
entrance of her puss.  It didn't stay there for long, sliding on through
her soaked labia and lips with little to impede its passage.  Along with
her squeal of impassioned delight, Arc cut loose with a rumbling growl of
satisfaction as he felt himself bottom out in her gripping, rippling
sheath.

   "Ahh, Geezus!" Arc wrapped her tightly around him, bending his knees to
get more support under her small frame.  He could easily hold her up like
this, but he knew the shift was needed to begin thrusting hard like he
wanted...  no, like he needed to!

   Sherry for her part was off into orbit, as she felt him completely
inside her.  Arc wasn't as big as a porn-star...  but, what he had was more
than enough.  He filled her to the brim, stretching her cunt fully and
making her know just where he was inside her.  Wriggling like she was
impaled on a hook, Sherry squeezed around his cock like she wanted to make
it part of her forever.

   "God, Arc...  oooh, mercy!" Sherry cried and cooed.

   Arc pulled back for a long stroke, and pressed back into her, feeling
fire race along his nerves as he relished her ridged walls conforming to
his cock.  "Ah, hell, darlin'...  you're so, sooo good!" He withdrew and
pushed home again, hissing with pleasure as he stopped testing the waters
and started thrusting in and out with determination.

   Sherry couldn't hold herself still, even with Arc doing his best to do
all of the work.  Shifting so her arms were braced on his shoulders, she
began mirroring him and rocked down to meet his upstrokes.  Tossing her
head back, she cried out with pure bliss: "Aah, damnit!  You fit me soooo
nice!"

   Arc panted, "Like your 'clothes', eh darlin'?" He grinned, grunting as
he began to hit his stride.

   With a laugh bubbling up from her chest, Sherry gazed back at him,
moving her hands to cup his bald head with a lover's caress.  "Like you
were made for me, baby...  ahh, that's it!  Fuck me...  Fuck me!  Ahh, God,
don't, stop!" Her voice became stuttered as his strokes became shorter, and
more powerful.  "Oh, ohh, yes, yes...  harder!  More!"

   Arc did as he was told, pulsing his hips at a jackhammer pace.  Needing
more leverage, he backed Sherry up until they were fully under the shower
head, propping her against the thick metal pipe.  As the water cascaded
down over their heated, steaming flesh, Arc shifted so that he could rub
the top of his cock along her upper surface of her puss.  This sparked
against her clit, sending more energy into their rutting, rollicking
lovemaking.

   Water streaming into her eyes, hair and face, Sherry didn't care at that
point.  Another orgasm was building with almost-frightening speed in her
cunt, sending her back out of her mind as she tried to keep up with her
lover's thrusts.  "God, ahh, ahm, my, GOD!" She wrapped her arms around
Arc's neck, pulling his head into her breasts as she gasped, "Baby... 
I'm...  so, damn, close!"

   "Ahh, damn!" Arc felt his own release teetering on the edge.  Sherry's
puss was milking his flesh like a silky, slippery hand; sending his nerves
into total bliss with every passing moment.  "Hell!  I'm, almost, there..."
he muttered hoarsely against her wet flesh.  "I gotta...  can't..."

   Sherry sensed his intent.  "No, baby...  in me!  Do it!  It's safe!" She
silently thanked her lucky stars for the pill she'd been taking for months
before.  To have him pull out now...  She gripped him tighter in a death
lock, her nerves catching fire in a chain-reaction as the last straw for
her own release suddenly dissolved as the thought of his release into her
set her ablaze!  "Oh, god, Arc, YES!  CUM!"

   Feeling her muscles roll strongly down and up his shaft - and the
addition of her permission to release himself inside her - finally tipped
Arc over the edge.  With a cry that was a muffed roar into her chest, he
punched his hips flush with her own, holding them there while his cock
spurted thickly into her sheath.

   Sherry's head flew back, her throat exposed to the sun peeking out
through gaps in the fading storm clouds, as she gave full voice to her and
her lover's release.  The summit reached, they rocked through the waves of
their own personal storm, riding the sensations out through to their
ultimate end as their naked, wet bodies were kissed by the warm rays of the
late afternoon sun...

   *****

   With the last of the storm clouds long since gone, the sun hung like a
bright reddish ember over the horizon, ready to dip into the cool sea
waters for what was shaping up to be a spectacular sunset.

   Lying back in the hammock in the corner of his back porch, Arc sighed as
he sank back into the cotton throw he'd draped over the cords, crossing his
feet to prop them on the one end of the support ropes.  Still naked - and
quite content to remain so - he reached out with one arm to push against
the wall closest to the hammock, making the sling bed sway gently in the
balmy, early evening breeze.

   A rich and equally satisfied giggle filled his ears.  "I think you liked
what we did...  under the shower, I mean," Sherry cooed softly, her equally
naked form lying at his side, resting one leg across his hip as she curled
into him.

   "Nah...  didn't like it," Arc replied idly, taking his free hand to run
it through Sherry's candy-apple locks.  "Loved it."

   Sherry's cheeks dimpled with a smile, as she ran her tiny fingers along
his hairy chest.  "Fancy that...  I loved it, too." She leaned in to place
a soft kiss on his left nipple, giggling more when he breathed deeply in
reaction to her electric touch.

   Arc craned his head to gaze down at her.  "Hell of a way to end a day
out, hm?" he asked warmly, letting his touch trail down her bare arm.

   "Uh-hm," she agreed, nuzzling closer.  "Though, I almost wish you hadn't
taken so long to decide to make love to me," she said softly.

   Arc raised his eyebrows at that.  "Was I that obvious?"

   Turning her face to his, Sherry regarded him through hooded, smoky eyes
before nodding.  "I'm surprised you didn't try...  well, when you were
shaving me, you know?"

   With a low chuckle, Arc hugged her close.  "Believe me...  it was,
tempting darlin'.  I didn't know how you felt though-."

   Sherry reached up and pressed her lips to his, silencing him with a
kiss. "Hey, do you think a girl would let some guy see her like this?  If
she didn't want...  well, you know..."

   Arc shook his head slowly, then returned her kiss with one that
practically curled both their toes.  "Believe me, Sherry, I know," he
breathed.  Running his hands over her body, he sighed deeply before asking,
"So, where do we go from here, darlin'?"

   Sherry shivered under his touch, enjoying the sensations for a bit
before replying.  "Well...  considering how this started, why not just go
with it and see where it takes us?"

   Nodding, Arc smiled, "Sounds like a plan to me."

   With a grin, Sherry pulled herself up so that she was laying along his
tall body, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she rubbed her breasts
against his furry chest.  "You know what else sounds like a plan?"

   "No, what?"

   "Seeing if we can make that paint job you did more waterproof...  so
we'll be ready for the next festival!" she said with a twinkle in her brown
eyes.

   With surprise, Arc gripped her by the arms and pushed her back a bit. 
"What?  Don't you think we nearly got into enough trouble this time
around?" he asked astonishingly.

   With a flirty pout, Sherry replied, "Hey, so we didn't prepare for
getting wet...  but, more importantly, we didn't get caught.  Thanks to
you, my speedy knight!"

   Arc rolled his eyes, but had to grin as Sherry started to wiggle against
him in a suggestive manner.  "Okay, I get the point!  Still, are you sure
you want to run the risk again?  Even if it's a while until the next
festival or so..." He trailed off, his dark eyes fixed on her beautiful
brown ones.

   Melting back into his arms, Sherry murmured with conviction, "Hey, as
long as I know you're watching...  I think there's nothing I wouldn't want
to try in public." She leaned forward and gave him a impulsive nip on his
nose.  "Don't you want to have fun trying?"

   With a laughing groan, Arc wrapped both arms around her sleek body and
pulled her close.  "Oh hell..." he murmured lovingly, before he silenced
her further suggestiveness with a soul-melting kiss.

   *****
   The End