"That's the body painting and privacy area. Go right in," said a young, naked woman behind the table at the entrance.
"Body painting -- yay!" said Becky.
"Privacy -- yay!" mimicked Prudence. The three girls wheeled their bicycles in, leaned them against a pile of others and went to look around. Though most people inside the fence were still dressed, many were naked or most of the way there. There were more older men than the girls had expected, but there were also lots and lots of younger men and women, naked or partially dressed. There were groups of friends of both sexes casually chatting with each other while some were in shorts, some women topless, and some as naked as the day they were born. No one seemed to notice or mind.
Caroline noticed, though. She had never seen an adult penis other than Mike's, and she flushed a little at the sight of so many casually on display. She knew in theory that they came in all shapes and sizes but was astounded to see just how different they all were in person. She spotted one that seemed enormous -- much bigger than Mike's. She saw some that looked tiny and shrivelled, others that looked stubby, but some, she found herself thinking, that looked much nicer than Mike's, which she had always thought looked funny. She just thought that all of them must look the way Mike's did, as she'd never seen any others in the flesh, and she hadn't even really seen many pictures.
In school, when the other girls sometimes gathered round at pyjama parties to look at pictures of naked men that one or another of them had found, Caroline always turned up her nose at their immature gawping and giggling. She fancied herself more grown up than they were, but the fact of the matter was that she'd been a late bloomer, and apparently her hormones hadn't kicked in as soon as the others. By the time she was actually curious herself about penises, her friends were beyond that. So this was her first good opportunity to see what real penises actually looked like -- and she was amazed.
One in particular stood out, perhaps because its owner was very similar to Mike in stature and build. He was very fit and athletic, with well-defined but not excessively big muscles, and in place of Mike's funny looking, slightly lopsided penis, this fellow's was smooth, beautifully-proportioned and circumcised -- she'd certainly never seen that before. While it looked somewhat bigger than Mike's, it seemed neither too big nor too small. As this man's penis and testicles gently swayed as he walked across the enclosure, they just seemed perfectly proportioned to his body. It had never occurred to Caroline that a man's genitals could be simply ... beautiful.
Mike's penis, by comparison, seemed crooked, veiny and wrinkled -- not pretty at all to look at. Caroline did not like to think too much about his testicles at all. A scrotum, she thought, could never be pleasant to look at. Perhaps that's why she never minded that Mike disliked being naked at home with the lights on, and she had always felt -- or assumed she felt -- just as uptight about nudity. In any event, Caroline caught herself wondering how all these various penises (and one in particular) changed when they were ... aroused. Then, when she realised how flustered she was getting, she stopped herself and joined her two friends, who had wandered over to the edge of a cluster in the middle of the enclosure.
In the centre of the cluster was a table with paints and brushes on it, and all around it people were applying paint to bare skin. Some, mostly men, were completely naked, but a number of the women were topless in knickers or bikini bottoms only. The girls watched in amazement as a man in baggy shorts painted a topless woman. Both looked to be about thirty give or take a couple of years. The man slowly and carefully drew a blue spiral pattern radiating out from the woman's left nipple until it covered her entire breast before filling in the remaining unpainted skin in white. Then he did the same on her left breast. He then changed brushes and painted 'DRIVER, CAN YOU SEE ME NOW?' in bright orange across her bare ribcage just under her breasts.
"Your turn!" said the woman, as she took the orange brush and wrote 'CURB CAR CULTURE' across the man's chest. Then she picked up the blue brush and looked at him, raising her eyebrows. He just stood there a moment, his mouth slightly open as if he was about to say something but couldn't. Eventually, the woman just nodded and the man, now looking a bit nervous and reluctant, slowly undid the button and zip of his shorts. The three girls watched in eager expectation, each wondering what underwear he was wearing, so all were equally surprised when they saw first his bushy public hair at the gap in his zip and then ... everything else, as his baggy shorts dropped to the ground. He hadn't been wearing underwear at all. The woman reached out and held his penis horizontal as she knelt down and began to draw a similar spiral (though pedants will insist it was a helix) from the base of his penis to the tip in blue and then white.
Thank goodness it isn't red paint,
thought Caroline,
or it would look like a barber pole.
When she was done with the spiral/helix, the woman, still holding the man's penis delicately by two fingers near the tip so as not to smear the paint, reached over to the table and picked up a brush with yellow paint on it. She gingerly lifted the man's penis higher and began applying the yellow paint to his balls. The three girls stared with open mouths as they saw the man's testicles react inside his scrotum to the tickling of the paint brush -- one rising at its first touch while the other seemed to drop, then the other way around. Prudence suddenly blushed bright red and turned away, but Caroline and Becky were glued to the sight. When she was done, the woman let go of the man's penis, but it did not drop quite straight down to the hanging position it had been in when the girls first saw it. Caroline looked at the man's face and was amused to see he was no longer reluctant but smiling.
The woman stood, and the man then leaned over to whisper something.
It must have been, "Now it's your turn again!"
thought Caroline, as the woman suddenly shook her head with a worried expression. The man just smiled and nodded just as the woman had done to him. After a long pause, the woman sighed at began to wriggle out of her bikini bottoms. This time, the girls were not greeted with the sight of pubic hair as the garment slowly cleared the woman's hips. Her pubis was shaved clean, and judging by her tan lines, she might have been accustomed to going topless, but not bottomless. She was clearly embarrassed as her face flushed, but she wasn't going to let embarrassment get the better of her. She planted her feet squarely about shoulder width apart and her hands squarely on her hips.
The man took the yellow paint brush, knelt down as the woman had before and began painting a thick yellow line encircling her vulva, about the diameter of a hand spread out. The top reached to where her pubic hair would have begun if she'd still had any, while at the sides it reached past where her thighs met her torso, and then down the tops of her legs. If the woman's legs had been together, the bottom would have met about two inches below where, from the front, her labia minora disappeared from view. All the girls noticed that her labia were quite prominent, quite apart having a bright yellow circle around them, as they protruded from by one-and a half to two centimetres or more between her outer lips where they flared out like little wings.
Mine don't stick out that much unless I'm, very aroused,
though Caroline.
I wondered if that's what she is feeling.
She also noticed that the woman's clitoral hood, which extended about halfway down between her labia (or what was visible of them from the front), was even longer than her own, which Caroline had always thought quite big.
The man then proceeded to fill in the circle first at the top and sides, but then he began to draw the paint brush over the last remaining area -- the triangle formed by the tops of her legs. Slowly, he drew the brush repeatedly over her outer lips covering one half of the triangle, then the other, at last daubing her prominent labia as well (flipping the little wings this way and that with his brush to reach both sides) until she was uniformly yellow. Caroline tried to imagine what it would be like for her to stand naked in a crowd of people while Mike painted circles around her nipples, then spiralling out over her breasts and then turning his brush to her pubic area, stroking and daubing her outer and then inner lips. As she closed her eyes for a moment and tried to picture herself, she felt a flush in her cheeks and a decided warmth in her loins. Then her mind's eye looked again at Mike, and she realised the idea was absurd and shook it off.
