Painting Complications

I managed to remain still as they walked away, feeling the cool spring breeze across my naked body, aware that I was observed ... stared at, really, from all angles. I smile back their way, enjoying the attention, noting I was being photographed by beachgoers and drawn by the painters at the same time.

Remaining still before them, I found myself enjoying the spring air, doing my best to remain casual as my open nudity attracted further attention from the beachgoers, which was made easier by the spotlighting aimed at me. After a bit, a single man walked up, and as I stood still, noticed him pain my face and neck, chuckling softly. it did not take him long before. he left again, amused as the other onlookers, content with finishing the job the others had started.

I waited, quietly enjoying the attention, noting as more individuals arrived and started painting, whispering as they worked. the onlookers also whispered, though like the painters, could not make out what was being said. I'm patient, enjoying the attention, feeling the breeze across my naked body, smiling the spring breeze, and all the while enjoying being seen. I notice it slowly growing darker, though the lights aimed my way kept my nakedness lit up like it was the middle. of. the day. Occasionally, I winked at those ogling, amused by the subprime they felt, noting how they quickly relaxed and often taking photos of me.

Eventually, it ended, and the woman in charge, wearing a black mini one-piece swimsuit, smiled as she walked up, "Thanks again for doing this for us. We really appreciate the opportunity to use you as a model. The body paint really becomes you too.", to which I smiled back, "Thanks .... glad I could help.", I reply, looking it over with amusement, noting the detail that went into it. From the stars radiating from my nipples to the radiant colour patterns on my legs, arms, body and shaved mound, I noted the sharpness of the lines.

"Now, until the event's over, you should avoid wearing clothes. You can still shower, but having fabric rub on the body-safe paints may cause them to rub off." I looked up at that, surprised, "No, they only told me you need a last-minute fill-in. How long are we talking about?", I inquired, doing my best to remain nonchalant."

"Ah, my apologies. You should only have to refrain from getting dressed for a few days ... perhaps a week, at the onset. I hope that won't be a problem. My apologies about you not being informed from the start", to which I gasp, doing my best to sound amused and nonchalant about being told I have to remain unclothed. A few hours is one thing, but days? A week? How shall I best respond to this?