Ah, fine art

David got to work on Fatima's back and arms while she handled the front. When he ran out of things to paint without going lower, David hesitated, "Uhhhh, Fatima..."

"Don't be a wimp, Dave, just paint my ass." Fatima chided.

With a gulp, David bent down and faced Fatima's cute, round little butt. As he rubbed the paint evenly on her light-brown cheeks, they squished and jiggled in ways that made his heart beat fast. He was about to wrap up, but Fatima said,

"don't be lazy, get it all." Fatima said, embarrassment in her voice as she bent over a little, biring her behind a little closer to David's face.

David had done his best to avoid sliding the makeup sponge between her cheeks, but honestly she was right, when she bent over even just a little, the light brown skin of her crack would show between the coat of paint he'd applied. David, very carefully, slid the sponge between her cheeks and was nervous about just how deep he should go. Fatima seemed to answer his question with action, and she bent even lower.

David gulped again as Fatima's ass was basically spread before him, and he could see the thick hair from her bush between her legs near the bottom. David did his best to paint as much as he could without rubbing his artist's tool on anything too personal.

Than Fatima sighed.

"Uh... what's wrong, Fatima? Well, other than the obvious?" David asked.

Fatima stood up straight and turned around. Pretty much her entire front side was now coated in black paint, mimicking the neck-to-ankles look of the leotard she came to the party in, sans the bones painted on. Honestly, if you squinted, it really did look like she was wearing a leotard! Well... almost... there was one bit that stood out quite a lot.

"My hair..." Fatima sighed again, blushing as she gestured to the small patch of unpainted skin at her crotch and her dark, thick bush.

"Your hair?" David asked, trying to both look at the thing she was talking about, but also trying to be polite and not stare at her impressive patch.

"It sticks out..." Fatima said, turning to the side and standing straight. Yeah, she wasn't kidding. From the side her powerful pubes protruded pretty noticeably. Fatima turned her head a little and looked at the tub. A ladies razor and a can of shaving gel sat in the far corner. "Ugh, I need to shave." She finally admitted.

"Um, okay then." David said, turning around.

"Dave, I need your help." Fatima said, causing him to turn back around. "I can't.... really.... move good... especially uh... down there... I need you to shave me, Dave.... Please?" she asked, kind of pathetically.