I got the brushes app for my ipod and here’s a strange little painting I did


“Hey Tom, can you cut out of work early?” she asked her boyfriend on the phone from his parking garage.

“How early Suzi?” he replied.

“How about now?”

It was 2:45 in the afternoon and Tom generally worked until 6:00. All the other principals were out golfing that afternoon so Tom figured that he could leave the office to the staff without any problems.

“Where do you want to meet me?”, he asked.

“I’m in the parking garage next to your car,” she said.

“Oh, why don’t you come up while I put things away?”

“I’m not wearing any pants,” she answered.

Suzi had gotten quite a rush when she stripped off her pants in front of Gretchen, and she wanted to see if she could recreate the feeling with Tom in the car. Suzi had dated Gretchen before she met Tom, and they parted ways amicably, even raggedly, with some feelings still drifting around their heads. Suzi felt guilty about getting aroused with Gretchen, but wasn’t sure if Tom would be comfortable with such a show of sexuality outside a darkened bedroom.

“What, you don’t like your skirt?”, he asked, confused.

“No, not that. I’m naked from the belly button down. Come take a look,” she said, surprised by the loud click when he hung up his office phone.

Tom grabbed his suit jacket and whisked out of his office. He told his secretary that she could get him on his cell phone if anything came up, and that he’d been in early in the morning. He ran down the two flights of stairs to his floor of the parking garage and pushed through the fire door that opened in front of his parking space.

Suzi was sitting in her car, looking fairly normal with a bright yellow sweater on. She just smiled and waved when he looked her way, then beckoned him with one finger. The side windows of Suzi’s car were tinted, so he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary until he opened the door. When he bent down to get in he saw that Suzi was indeed sans pants.

“What do you think?” she asked.

He couldn’t formulate a response until he had taken the entire picture. Her yellow sweater was a tight, short angora knit that ended just above her perfectly shaped belly button. Her legs were so smooth, just glowing from spa treatment. Then she opened her legs and touched her freshly trimmed pubic hair.

“Um, wow,” was all he could say as he sat down.

“Come on Tom, I deserve some actual words don’t I?”, she asked, rubbing her hands down her thighs.

“Yes, please?”, he said.

“Your place or mine?”, she asked.

“Don’t care. Just drive while I watch,” he said, starting to get a little more comfortable.