Author: TrackJim
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Summary: When it comes to wearing a painted-on bikini, Jenny takes the phrase "half-naked" to it's literal extreme..
Following the success of the Sport Illustrated and Inside Sports annual swimsuit issues, the new magazine would do two such issues a year, one to appear the week before the Superbowl and the second the week before the World Series. Although not a professional photographer, John had used his amateur skills in the past to help sell his ideas. He had often used photographs of Jenny is some of his 'idea pages' as prototypes for proposals. Jenny, shy but proud of her figure, had made sure that she was always decently covered, but several photos of Jenny in skimpy swimwear and other activewear had helped John sell many an idea in the past. With Jenny in mind John's superiors had felt it only natural that John and Jenny could scout out locations for the first swimwear issue. Always proud and stimulated by Jenny's fantastic figure, John jumped at the assignment.
John showed Jenny the plane tickets and told her to get ready for a vacation. "I've already packed the essentials. With the expense account I have you can buy whatever else you need when we get there." He grabbed a small suitcase and an overnight bag and rushed Jenny to the car. John's camera bag was already in the car. Before Jenny had a chance to question the situation, they were on a plane to Central America.
That night, as they settled into their room at a posh resort in Belize, Jenny finally opened the bags John had prepared for her. She found only a few pieces of her sexiest lingerie and swimwear. No underwear, tops or pants had been packed. She finally found a skirt that John had bought her but that she had refused to wear outside the house. The skirt was little more than a narrow circle of cloth that could at most pass for a tiny microskirt. "Well", thought Jenny, "I can always wear it over that skimpy two-piece thong swimsuit." She failed to see John's expression as he saw her holding up the skirt. A smile formed as his imaginative mind saw possibilities.
The next morning John hustled them off to breakfast. He insisted Jenny wear her string bikini. Jenny refused, but John was persistent. "Look, Jen, I was told things are very casual down here. Swimwear is supposed to be common at the beach front café." Looking over the clothes she had worn yesterday and the clothes John had brought, Jenny reluctantly agreed, but added the skirt. Jenny looked beautiful in the skimpy blue outfit. The white microskirt stood out enticingly against the blue of the top and her luscious long legs. John grabbed his 35mm camera and the filmcase. He wanted pictures of the area and of Jenny after they ate. Jenny grabbed a couple of towels, just in case she needed to cover up.
Upon their entry to the café area Jenny relaxed as she saw the few other patrons in similar casual attire. They ate a breakfast of tropical fruit and flaky light pastries. John took a few photographs of the view from the café before they strolled onto the beach. They walked for about a half mile to a cove and John told Jenny to relax as he took some pictures. Jenny removed her skirt, reclined on her towel and fell into a light sleep under the tropical sun as John wandered on passed the cove taking photos.
Jenny woke with a start and took a moment to remember where she was. She had been dreaming about her last trip to the Caribbean in which a dog had playfully left her naked. She looked about and saw no one. "John, where are you?" She felt a little scared when there was no answer. After a few minutes she relaxed in this paradise. No scouts were in sight. A smile crossed her face and, looking around once more, she untied her top and laid back. The sun was like a warm massage. She stretched back and closed her eyes.
John was returning when he saw his topless wife reclining like Eve in Eden before The Fall. He quietly took several shots of Jenny for his growing private collection. "Maybe she is finally getting over her fear of exposure. She would have never have gone topless in the past." He was tempted to play a trick on her but wanted to reinforce her new courage. After finishing another full roll of film he strolled up to Jenny whistling.
"You are beautiful, my goddess."
Jenny stretched sensually. "You're looking pretty good yourself, my Adonis." She reached up and John slid between her arms. They pulled each other into a loving embrace. John was shocked when Jenny released the tie on the left side of her thong bottom. Her hands pulled him between her legs and they made slow passionate love.
That evening John reflected on the day as Jenny slept peacefully next to him. They had never made love in such a public place before as they had on the beach and it had been fantastic. John felt certain that they had been watched for the last 15 to 20 minutes of their beach lovemaking, but whoever it was had remained discrete. Maybe Jenny was ready for what he had planned for the next day.
"Wake up sleepy head. Time to rise and shine."
Jenny opened her eyes to John's deep voice. She looked out the cabin's window and saw it was still dark. "John, it's the middle of the night. Come back to bed." From the look in her eyes John felt she had other things in mind than sleep. He pulled Jenny from the bed and paused to take in her nude form. It was unusual for her to sleep in less than pajamas or a nightgown.
"I have a surprise for you. Here." John handed her a long terrycloth robe. "You'll only need this." Jenny pulled the robe over her shoulders and pulled it closed as John shuffled her out onto the patio. She was confused but permitted John to move her out to some type of storage building passed the pool. On entering the building Jenny blinked at bright lights arranged around a pool recliner. A dark skinned, middle-aged native woman wore a paint smeared smock. The women bowed to them.
John turned to Jenny and explained. "The magazine plans to do some bodypainting like used in the last Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. Miss Domingo is a gifted local artist we can use. If this works out she will assist an artist we bring down from the States."
"But... but" Jenny stammered, "those models wore ONLY body paint in some of those photographs!"
"Don't worry; only Miss Domingo and I will see you. Relax. Take a nap. Even for this test it will take three or four hours to paint you. Just lean back. Let me take that robe."
Jenny held the robe tightly to her body. John looked at her patiently and finally she allowed him to take it. She was so comfortable on the beach yesterday, but she felt very self-conscious in front of this woman. John sat off to the side, reading a book and giving Jenny supportive looks. Miss Domingo asked Jenny to rub her skin with a cleansing lotion that dried in a few minutes. Jenny was then positioned on her back as the artist went to work. Jenny found herself yawning as she realized she had only had about two hours sleep last night. She found herself falling off to sleep.
After two hours Jenny's front was done. An amazingly believable bikini in blues and yellows was painted across Jenny breasts, around her waist and between her legs. Miss Domingo stretched and left to stretch as the paint finished drying. She would then do Jenny's back and bottom. It would not take much longer as the back of the painted bikini bottom would be little more than a stripe across the back and down between her buns. Jenny slept on her back with her legs on either side of the recliner. Her arms lay on the recliner's arms.
There was a knock on the door. John jumped up and, seeing that Jenny was still asleep, he opened the door and slipped out. There was a call for John from the States that he could take on a lobby phone. John rushed off to take the call.
The dawn was glaring through some high windows. As the sun moved the bright tropical light struck Jenny's face and woke her. She stretched, looked down and saw the painted blue and yellow bikini. It was a good illusion, but Jenny felt very naked. Jenny heard a key in the lock to the building front door. Her usual paranoia struck causing her to jump up and hide behind some crates. The men walked over, picked up the crate in front of the one she was hiding behind and carried it out of the building. Fearing they would take her crate, Jenny looked behind her and saw another door. She moved to the door, opened it and stepped through.
Jenny heard the door's lock click as she realized she was outside the building. A nearby tree was too small to hide her. She looked around and saw the empty path that led to the boat dock. Fearing she would be spotted at any moment she steeled her courage and walked down the path. "From a distance the paint will look like a real bikini," thought Jenny. She did not realize that no paint had been applied in back. From behind her naked butt bounced enticingly as she quickly walked.
Jenny kept her arms at her sides and tried to walk naturally. When a couple appeared around a curve in the path not fifteen feet in front of her Jenny maintained her pace. The other woman said "Hi" as they passed. Jenny stammered "Hello" and continued walking. Jenny heard a giggle anda gasp after the couple passed her, but she kept walking. She did not seethe couple stop and stand in the middle of the path smiling as Jenny's receding naked backside passed out of sight around the curve.
Jenny stopped after rounding the curve. "Why am I going this way? I fooled that couple. I bet if I keep my distance and was careful, I can walk right back to my room." Screwing up her courage, Jenny turned and walked towards the hotel and cabin area. She would need to walk right alongside the pool to take the quickest route back to her cabin.
As Jenny approached the pool everything seemed fine. After passing a few people she noticed they seemed to be reacting to something behind her. She turned to look and the remaining people at the pool saw Jenny's naked firm butt. Jenny knew something was wrong and felt her anxiety building quickly. She turned and ran along the side of the pool. She slid on part of the wet decking and fell sideways into the deep end of the pool.
As Jenny surfaced she noticed that the water around her had a blue and yellow tinge to it. She looked at her breasts bobbing in the water and saw the paint melting from her body. She moved to the side of the pool and pressed her breasts against the pool's wall. She was too embarrassed to realize that the longer she stayed in the pool, the less paint she would have to hide under. The crystal clear pool water left her nude bottom in clear view. The men and women around the pool applauded as Jenny's face became beet red.
After a few minutes of embarrassing comments by the pool patrons, one of the women in a lounge chair said "You can have my towel, but you have to come here to get it." The pool crowd laughed. Jenny hung her head and climbed up the pool steps. No paint remained on her firm flesh. The towel that Jenny was offered was only a hand towel that had no chance of wrapping around either her waist or her chest.
Jenny reverted to her usual flight response and ran. Too late she realized she had run away from her cabin. She doubled back and passed the pool (and more applause) as she raced to her cabin. Of course the door was locked. Jenny hid behind a bush next to the cabin door and prayed for John to appear. After fifteen frantic minutes John, following the description of a naked woman, caught up with Jenny. He spotted her and remained out of sight.
"Why should I waste an opportunity like this?" John's mind ran down some possibilities, but simply remaining out of Jenny's sight seemed the best for now. He retreated and checked that he had plenty of unexposed film.
Fate provided the next factor as a young male housekeeper pushed a cleaning cart toward the door of their cabin. Jenny was forced to retreat or be seen. A panel van was parked behind the cabin. She could see no one in it or in the general area. She ran the few steps to the van and climbed through the open back doors. She slid between some cardboard boxes and sat on the floor leaning against the side of the van. There were no seats behind the front seats. It was clear that this van was used to move supplies around the island. Jenny settled in to wait until the housekeeper had time to clean the cabin. She planned to sneak back out and hide in the bushes after a reasonable time.
The driver's side door opened and a man sat in the driver's seat. Without looking back in the van he started the van and drove off. Jenny stifled her scream as the van gained speed. "Oh no," Jenny thought "I'm getting farther from John and my clothes." She tried to get comfortable, but sitting naked on the hard metal floor of the van she felt every bump in the road. The van drove for several minutes and then pulled off the road and stopped. The man exited the van.
Jenny considered her choices. She was now probably several miles from John and their cabin. She was not even sure which way it was back to the resort. She had no idea if the driver would help or hurt her. She heard another vehicle pull up and held her position on the floor.
Outside the van John exited the cab. He paid the driver and the cab left. The van's driver walked over to John and they walked away from the van and around the corner of the van driver's rural house. John handed the man ten dollars and told him to wait. They peeked around the side of the house and kept an eye on the van. The van creaked to indicate some movement from within the van. After a few minutes the back doors of the van parked and Jenny's head emerged. She looked around and saw no one. As she emerged from the van both John and the van driver saw she had found something to wear that barely covered her most private areas.
Jenny had found a box of four small frilly maid's aprons. Two aprons were tied around her waist, one so that it hung down between her legs in front and one that hung over her butt. Two more aprons were tied across her chest to form a strange looking halter top. The frilly material tickled her in all the most sensitive places and served as a constant reminder of her lack of proper clothes. She had failed to find anything else she could use as clothing in the remaining boxes. John took several more photographs from his hiding place as Jenny turned and looked in every direction. Her expression of severe embarrassment was obvious on her face.
Jenny checked the van, but no keys were in the ignition. Realizing she had few alternatives, Jenny walked to the front door of the house and knocked. The van driver ran to the back and entered the back door while John peeked through a side window. The driver crossed through the house and opened the front door. He smiled as Jenny stood like a deer caught in headlights.
"And what do you want?" the driver asked, smiling.
"I've had a bit of bad luck. Can I use your phone?"
"Well, the phone is out of order."
Jenny thought a moment. Finally she asked "Do you have anything I can wear?"
"I guess I could give you a shirt. What are you willing to do for it?"
"I'm no prostitute."
"Never said you were. I was just about to fix breakfast, but I'm a lousy cook. How about you fix me breakfast? If you do a good enough job, I'll give you that shirt. And I want you to cook naked."
"Well..... okay."
"Stuff's in the kitchen, through there. By the way, I'm Roberto."
Jenny walked back to the kitchen. She found milk, eggs and bacon in the fridge and bread on the counter top. She felt very self-conscious and Roberto sat at the old wooden table and watched Jenny cook.
"Damn!" muttered Jenny as she jumped back from the stove. Roberto took satisfaction in the way her firm ass and breast bounced. She had never thought about the bacon popping hot grease between her legs. It stung! Standing back from the stove as far as could she finished the bacon and eggs just as the toaster popped up two dark pieces of charred toast. Jenny refused to look at the man as he took in her every movement. She scooped the eggs and bacon on to a plate and buttered the toast and placed it on the side of the plate. She set the plate on the table and filled a glass with cold milk. Jenny sat at the table opposite Roberto and folded her arms across her chest.
"Now, now, let's not get modest now. Put those arms down." Jenny dropped her arms reluctantly as Roberto stared at her impressive breasts. Jenny's nipples were very hard and stood out prominently from her breasts. Finally he started eating the food.
From the window John had snapped off two full rolls of film. Jenny looked magnificent, humiliated and frustrated.
"Hmmmm, not bad at all." Jenny was not sure if Roberto was commenting on the food or her. "The toast is awful, but I guess you've done okay." He stood and left the kitchen. He returned in moments with a raggedy but clean shirt. She remained seated and pulled it on. She slowly rose from her chair and found that the tails of the shirt covered her adequately. Her facial expression visibly relaxed, but her blush remained.
"Thank you so much. Can you direct me back to my resort?"
"I can do better than that. I can give you a ride... for the right price."
"What do you have in mind?" Jenny pained expression returned in full force.
"Don't get or panties in a knot. Oh, I guess you can't since you haven't any. I just want to see you squirm a bit more. The cost for the ride is that shirt. I want you to ride next to me in the front of the van. And I don't want you to cover up, so I want to tie your hands behind your back for that ride. Is it agreed?"
Jenny was very suspicious, but Roberto had already seen her, so how bad could it get. She would end up still naked, but at least she would be back at the resort. "Okay. But you have to promise to drive straight there. I want there to be no side trips or stops along the way. Agreed?"
"Agreed. Get that the shirt off so I can tie your wrists and we will be on the way in no time."
Jenny surrendered her shirt and Roberto tied her wrist behind her back with some nylon rope. He then pulled the rope around her waist and tied it in front below her breast. With rope to spare he criss-crossed the ropes between her breasts and knotted it behind her neck. Jenny's arms were tightly pulled against her back. She felt a tingle where the ropes pressed against the inside and bottom of her breasts. She felt a strange calming at her own helplessness that surprised Jenny.
Jenny thought to herself. "I'll have to tell Jackie about this when we next meet. I bet she's been in a similar bind back in her wild college years."
John took two more quick pictures and ran for the van. He sat where Jenny had earlier. When Roberto opened the passenger side door, he winked an eye at John. Roberto helped Jenny into the seat without letting her look around the inside of the van. Once seated Roberto fastened her seatbelt, locking her securely in place. Roberto crossed in front of the van and started it. He kept his word and made no extra stops although he did keep his eyes on Jenny more than the road. Within minutes the van pulled into the resort and Jenny directed Roberto over to her cabin. He parked behind the cabin and walked to Jenny's side of the van. He opened the door and released Jenny's seatbelt.
"As agreed, delivered almost to your door."
Jenny stepped out, but Roberto made no move to untie the rope. With one last look up and down her body he walked back to and sat in the driver's seat.
"Aren't you going to untie me?" Jenny almost pleaded.
"That wasn't part of the deal." The motor started and the van pulled away. Jenny wanted to chase after him, but she did not want do draw the attention of anyone else. She scurried to the bush near the front door where she had been hiding earlier. She did not see that van stop up the road or see John step out the back door.
"That's some woman you got there. You better go and rescue before she gets in even more trouble. Can I get a print of some of those pictures you took?"
"It's a deal. Come around tomorrow morning and I'll get your address and phone. I gotta run."
John walked around the front of the cabin to the front door. As he opened the door Jenny lunged from the bushes and ran passed John. "And what have you been up to young lady? I've been looking all over for you for over an hour." Jenny dropped on the bed and rolled onto her side
"John, please, untie me first."
"It looks like you don't have many options." John walked around the room closing all the curtains. He walked over to Jenny and lay next to her on the bed. "You look helpless and frustrated."
"I'll show you frustrated." Jenny sat up and threw one leg over John, sitting across his stomach. She scooted downward and, catching the side of his shorts with the insides of her thighs, pulled his shorts down. John was not wearing underwear and his penis jumped to attention. Jenny's denied frustration and lust took over as she impaled herself on him.
Thirty minutes later John took a deep breath and snuggled up against the still bound Jenny. He yawned and fell asleep.
Jenny smiled devilishly with her thoughts. "You better get your sleep now, buster. I saw you at the window while I was cooking. When you are awake and I am untied I WILL have my revenge".