This happened a few months ago and I was feeling to relive the moment through writing. So I wrote a success story about my encounter.

It’s been a while since I had an encounter. I was feeling the need and made a post. I had several inquiries. Most people flaked out. There was one person who seemed eager to have an encounter. We exchanged numerous messages about what we both wanted and it seemed like a mutual match.

I wanted to meet up before had at a bar to see how we clicked. The person, I’ll call him R, chose several cocktail bars near my hotel. We settled on one small one in a hotel. However, there was no seating and a last minute change was required. We finally settled on the alternate cocktail bar. I wore a black skirt, with tan hosiery, black heels, a cute ruffled front button down shirt, and my make up was nicely done. I got a lot of compliments throughout the day on great my make up looked. Most people commented on my eyes shadow. For the evening, I decided to spruce is up with some red lipstick. I got there earlier than R and waited for him before ordering any drinks. R finally arrived. He was exactly as described.

We started a bit of small talk before talking a bit sexy with “how was your day?” Than we started to spice up our conversation with, “how do you like my outfit?, “how do you like my make up?” The question that got him excited was when I asked him, “Do you think you can decorate my well done make up face?” He obliged.

We continue a bit of this chat while sipping our drinks. We only had one drink a each when I asked him if he wanted to go some where more “private.” I went to use the bath room to freshen up my make up. R was nice enough to take care of the bill before we headed out. The night was cool and comfortable. I could feel the air up my skirt. The clicking side of my heels against the sidewalk made me feel sexy with each stride as we walked back to my hotel. We had to take the elevator up to my hotel room and we shared the elevator with another couple. Little did they know what would be of nicely done make up face. When we got to my room, I directed R to the couch where there was ample room for the two of us. I sat next to him with my legs crossed and placed one of my tan cladded hosiery leg over his leg and asked him if that was alright. He said “sure.” He then caressed my leg a bit. I then whispered stuff into his ear. Asking him if he is turned on. I started to ask him if he wanted to shoot a load on my face in a begging type manner. I then reached over and felt his bulge through his pants. He was aroused from the sexy talk and my hosiery cladded leg over his leg. At some point, I asked him if I could change into the sexy lingerie I was planning to wear when he decorated my pretty make up face. I walked to the bathroom where I got out of my outfit and changed into a black lacy body suit with long sleeves. I paired the outfit with a nice black thong, fishnet thigh highs, and four inch ankle strap pointy toe heels. I made my way out of the bathroom in a sexy strutting fashion. I sat next to R on the couch again with my one of my fishnet legs over his leg. He caressed the fishnet leg and said he loved the sexy look of the fishnets. I thank him.

We continued our dirty talk and ensured his paintbrush that was going to decorate my face was aroused. I could feel it through his pants. At some point, I sat on his hard brush and I could feel it hard like the handle of a real paint brush. I started making circular motions. I motioned for his hand to grab my hips and he started to dry hump me to ensure his paint brush was at full attention. I asked if wanted to get more comfortable and take off his pants. It was the first sight of his paint brush. The object that I would be milking to extract as much paint to coat my nicely done make up face.

To me, there’s something erotic when there’s a hot load on a nicely done make up face. I’ve been complimented many times from women about how great my make up looks. The women love how my eyes look. I just love the feeling of getting compliments like that from women is like validation that I’m doing it right. I feel good, I feel I’m expressing my feminine side well, I feel like I have a connection to other women through make up.

He was nicely trimmed down there and was still aroused. This was strictly a hand job, I caressed his paint brush and slowly stroked it. His head was perched back on the back of the couch and was in pure state of bliss. I then moved my fingers tips to the balls and fondled them a bit, which he stated it felt good. I asked him if I could apply some lube. He replied “sure.”

I reached over to the side of the couch where I had positioned a container of lube before I headed out to meet R. I applied a few drops on his paint brush and continued to slowly stroke it. I never went fast as I wanted to edge him. I don’t think I was successful. After a short while he said he was going to cum. I was surprised and asked “really?” R stood up and got into position where I got on my knees and knelt back so that my face would be well position to receive his load. I placed his paint brush near my face so that I wouldn’t miss a drop. I didn’t feel initial rope nor did it feel like a lot. I felt the warmth of his load and when R was all done with his cum release. He fell back on the couch in a pure state of euphoria. He looked like he was spent and used.

I quickly got up and went to the bathroom where the lighting was better. To my very surprise, it was a lot of cum on my nicely done make up face. The consistency wasn’t watery, but more of a medium consistency. I had a nice rope across one of my cheeks. I could see some cum over my false eye lashes, which looked hot. There was another string of cum across my nice red lipstick stained lips. I felt absolutely hot and slutty at the same time.

The act of stroking R and milking for his cum was hot. R stated in his message, he could definitely go two rounds. I got back on my knees and applied a bit more lube to his paint brush. He got a bit aroused. I then started to fondle his balls. I switched between the two places, but R was done. The one explosion I caused had R completely drained.

I sat there on the couch in my sexy lacy lingerie, fishnet legs crossed, and with a nicely painted face. I could feel the cum drying and cooling on my face. R was collecting himself and his belongings getting ready to leave.

After he left, I sat there basking in my glory. I visited the mirror again to look at my painted face. I definitely got what I wanted.