1. The Hangout


    Date: 11/3/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, First Time, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 89.1, Source: sexstories.com

    blank “canvas” hung vertical on the ends but sloped on the sides to follow the curve of the metal shell. “This is gonna be a hell of a lot of painting, Martha.” “I know, but it’s, like, all mine! Think how cool it could look!” She turned off the white lights and flipped a new lever, filling the vast interior with the eerie purple glow of ultraviolet black lights. Then she played with the strobes and spots. “Psychedelic, right? And check this.” She flipped a switch, and a monster exhaust fan in the roof whined to life, its wind opening the metal flaps above it to suck stale air from the building. Smaller fans started in the end walls to blow in a fresh breeze. “We can keep cool enough with the fans, and they’ll dry paint fast. This is gonna be great.” “You can do some trippy shit in here,” I agreed. “Now do you see why I wanted your help? I’ll need you to tear down scaffolding when I’m done in one area and set it up for the next so I can keep moving. You’ll have to run the compressor for the spray guns and air brushes and keep me supplied with paint and clean equipment. We need to be out of here in eight weeks so they have time to paint this concrete floor and remodel the restrooms. Grand opening is the weekend before everyone goes back to college. The local crowd will see it then, and it will be ready when kids come to campus here.” “How do you want to start?” “With your numbers skills. The owner set up an account for me at the paint store. I need to buy stuff, but I have ...
    no idea how much to get. I brought a tape measure if that will help, and I have a tablet to write a list.” We worked together to set up some of the scaffolding. Martha sketched a portion of one design on the white boards with a broad black pencil, and I took measurements. We could reach roughly half the short wall, enough to estimate surface areas. “I’ll spray and brush the big parts and do the detail with airbrushes,” she said. “Most of the paint can be basic colors. I’ll mix from there. The airbrush stuff will be black light paint.” “Okay. Let’s look at your drawings.” We climbed down from the scaffolding and went through her sketch pad, noting each color to be used. “Let’s just get enough for now to do this short wall,” she said, eyeing the faint full-size sketch above us from the vantage point of a club patron. “This could work, Jeremy. There’s an air compressor here, but I have to rent some equipment and buy paint. Do we know enough to do that?” “I can figure out square footage. The guy at the store can tell us how much paint we’ll need to cover it.” “Can we start tomorrow?” she asked. “Pick me up at nine so we can go shopping. Don’t bother packing a lunch. There’s a pizza place and a sub shop, like, almost next door and fast food a block away.” The following day we unloaded supplies from my car. I turned on the fans to bring in fresh air. She roughed in the sky and foreground of the scene she had drawn before. Eventually, she climbed down from the scaffolding. “That’s ...
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