Back to the maintenance closet

I proceeded to lead the way back to where I had originally found Hank. My ass cheeks bounced with each step as Hank watched a different ass cheek pop into view with each step. Hank asked, “what did you have in mind of getting painted on?” I thought for a moment and suggested, “I’m not really sure but I’m sure you can figure something out. Color shouldn’t matter too much either.” I giggled that I was gonna have painted on clothing for a portion of this trip since I had no other choice. We were back in front of his closet after I flashed my tits and pussy to a few people that were passing by.

Hank instructed me to take off my jacket since we were trying to prevent paint from getting on my last piece of clothing that I owned. I handed him my jacket and he instructed that he needed to ensure my body was as dry as possible. He kindly asked, “If you don’t have an issue, I would be happy to dry you off.” I knew Hank was a gentleman but now I felt like royalty. I nodded and watched him grab an old towel and he started by drying off my arms. I had built up quite a bit of sweat from the warm evening events and a jacket that was not very thin. He made his way to my chest began to rub my boobs.

The towel fell from his hand and Hank was grabbing my bare boob. Hank apologized and bent down to grab the towel, coming within a few inches of my pussy lips. I giggled and said, “I knew that it was an accident and you are helping me out greatly.” He continued by wiping down my stomach and going around and wiping my back. I felt the towel go down as he wiped me down to my plump ass. He rubbed my ass pretty vigorously as he watched my ass cheeks bounce. I giggled and I apologized that they have a mind of their own. He wiped down my legs and asked me to spread them a bit. I felt the towel rubbing my pussy lips and he said, “you got quite a bit of moisture down here that I need to make sure is gone.”

I felt his hand without the towel touching my pussy as Hank lost the towel again since I was standing on it this time. I apologized once more as that time was my fault and Hank said “no harm done, Miss kitty kat. I need to touch your skin to make sure you are dry. Is that ok?” I gave him a thumbs up and he brushed his hands down my arms and legs. He then brushed them down my back without feeling any moisture. He then touched my chest once more cupping my breasts and rubbing them down my stomach. He rubbed his hands up my legs to my pussy lips as they were wet again and dried it off. “Looks like you have a little leak in there,” he jokingly said. “I wish I could turn her off but hopefully that isn’t a problem,” I said to Hank as he went back to his shed to get the paint.