Smurfette

Smurfette

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Submitted for the 2026 Halloween Contest

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"Say, since we seem to be getting along ok, would you be interested in getting together again at a party on Halloween?"

Lexi, on only her first formal date with Daniel, suppressed a look of surprise before she answered him. After matching on a dating app, they had met over a cup of coffee and though he didn't set the world on fire, she had cautiously agreed to a dinner date. And it was on that date when he asked her to the party.

After sitting through an entire meal with him, Lexi had decided Daniel was not going to make the cut. Her first impression of him over coffee was decidedly mixed, but at dinner there were too many things about him that seemed off. He wouldn't talk politics at all, which meant he was either on the opposite side of the political spectrum or, perhaps even worse, he simply didn't care about the major issues facing the country. He was vague when talking about his family and his job. He hinted about finance and banking, but quickly changed the subject when she asked him more details. No, the pieces just didn't add up.

But Halloween was rapidly approaching and she had not made plans for what was her second most favorite holiday behind Christmas. 'Maybe I can go and have fun,' she thought. 'Could be fun and maybe he'll loosen up a little.'

"So, what do you say?"

"Ah, I guess so, yeah, sure. I'm in."

"Great! I can't wait to show everyone my new girlfriend."

'Girlfriend? WTF? We hardly know each other,' she fumed silently while debating whether to back out after all. "Ah, we can't really say I'm your girlfriend, now, can we?"

"Oh, I guess not, but I have a good feeling about us, don't you?"

Lexi smiled but didn't answer his question. "Uh, can you give me some of the deets?"

"Uh, yeah. My buddy Andy, Andrew actually, but everyone calls him Andy, is having a party over at The Greens, you know, the hotel. He promised it would be a bash and he's blocked off several rooms for people who don't want to drive home late or who have had too much."

"Sounds nice and thoughtful."

"Yeah, he is. Anyway, I figured we could get a room, too."

"Ah, are you suggesting something?"

"Well, no, though it would be nice to, you know, get to know each other better."

"Dan, let's nip that idea in the bud. I'm willing to go to the party and get to know you better," she lied, "But I'm not ready for sex."

"OK, I get it. Sure. Well, it's Halloween Friday and runs from nine to whenever. When do I pick you up?"

Lexi's warning system went into full alert. No, she would not go to a party with him driving, possibly drinking too much and using it as an excuse to drag her to a hotel room. "Uh, I'll get my own ride, OK?"

"Well, if you insist. The offer's still on the table."

"You know, but with the costume and all that, yeah, I'll get myself there."

After sharing a small dessert, he paid the bill, escorted her to his car and drove her home. It was obvious he wanted to kiss, but she ended up deflecting by kissing him lightly on his cheek before letting herself into her condo.

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Lexi was in her late twenties and had a promising career working as an environmental lawyer for a large nonprofit organization. Although she knew she would never get rich, at least not like those big city lawyers, she had a decent job doing something she cared about. She had gone through several boyfriends over the years and ever since that asshat Jerry dumped her six months prior, she had been on the lookout for a possible replacement. She had signed up for a dating app which emphasized dating and not just hooking up, and on paper, at least, Dan seemed like a decent match. As she thought about things, she knew they would never end up together and she even felt a little guilty about agreeing to the party, knowing she would not let things go any further.

But she loved Halloween. The whole spooky part of it attracted her when she was little and as an adult, she loved the costumes, decorations, parties and the chance to let her hair down. As she got ready for bed, the two competing thoughts in her mind were a sense of shame for leading him on and a sense of excitement about getting a costume and letting loose at a party.

In the light of the next day, she realized what she had done and wasn't too proud of herself for doing it. She had accepted an invitation from someone and had no intention of following up with him afterwards. Ruminating on this gave her a headache, which improved only after a few Tylenol and a ten-minute rest on the sofa in the ladies' room at work. As she lay there, she thought about Dan and how she was playing him. 'I should call and cancel,' she thought. Before she left the room, she dialed his phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Dan, it's me, Lexi."

"Lexi, nice to hear from you. What's up with my little lady?"

'What is with this guy and his possessive attitude?' she asked herself before answering him. "I wanted to, uh," she paused as a brilliant idea, at least she thought it was brilliant, popped into her head, "I, uh, wanted to know more about the party."

"Great. Why don't I text you a copy of the invite and if you have any questions after that, call me back. Uh, you sure I can't bring you?"

"Yeah, no, I'm good. I may be a few minutes late, but I'm definitely game," she lied as her plan quickly evolved in her brain. "I'll call you the day before to touch base, OK?"

"Yeah, that's great. And, Lexi, I'm looking forward to showing you off."

Even though his statement upset her, she put a smile in her voice as she told him goodbye.

Later that evening, she took a glass of wine into her living room and turned on her computer, looking for costume ideas. She wanted to look super sexy and get a lot of guys' attention so she could rub his nose in his callous opinions about women.

'But what can it be? Sexy nurse? No, too cliché. Hooker? No, they look too run down and use too much makeup. Teacher? No, they don't dress up for Halloween.' She ran through dozens of superheros, but was still unable to come up with the right character. By bedtime she had still not come up with a unique and exciting character, a character who would also be so sexy as to make Daniel want her even more.

'I need someone, something that will get him all excited so when I dump him, it will impress on him how much he lost out.'

Lexi realized deep down she was planning something which many would say wasn't very nice, but she was so tired of possessive guys taking over and assuming she would fall at their feet. No, she was particular when it came to men and unless the man ticked all the right boxes, she was not interested. And on that dinner date, Daniel had ticked a few wrong boxes.

The next day at work, she confided to her friend Samantha about her lack of costume ideas.

"Well, what is it you're looking for?"

"I want something super sexy and please, don't tell me about cheerleaders and hookers."

"Lexi, you're so damn good looking that you should do something to emphasize your gorgeous bod. Strip down somehow."

"But, like what?"

"Oh, I know. Body paint. Use body paint."

"What? Like a painted-on bra or something?"

"Yeah, but maybe more. Look, my cousin runs a little costume shop over in The Hills and she does body painting. Maybe she can give you some ideas."

"Thanks. What's her name and how can I get ahold of her?"

Lexi called at lunch, mentioned her co-worker and got an appointment for late afternoon the same day. When she arrived, there were several customers browsing through some rental costumes with the assistance of a young woman.

"Excuse me, are you Maggie?"

"No, she's my boss. That's her office. If the door's open, just knock on the doorframe and say 'Hi'."

"Hello, are you Maggie?"

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Lexi and my friend Samantha recommended you."

"How is Sam doing these days?"

"Good, she's tearing them up at work."

"Glad to hear it. How can I help you?"

"I need the sexiest costume imaginable for Halloween and she said you could come up with something for me."

"I'll be pretty blunt here, but how much skin are you willing to show?"

"A lot, I guess. She said you do body painting, too?"

"Yes, and that's where my dirty little mind is taking me. Here, close the door and let me see what you've got."

"Right now?"

"Sure, just us girls here, right?"

Lexi slipped off her jeans and blouse before turning to Maggie. "They've gotta come off, too, if I'm going to body paint you. Let me see all of you."

Once she had stripped, with a racing heart and a nervous tremor, Lexi did a three-sixty turn before facing Maggie.

"Hmm, very nice. You know, you're quite good looking and the best part is that everything's firm. Boobs don't droop, thighs are thin and don't rub when you stand there and, hmm, let me look, nope, your inner lips are hidden. You'd be a great one for a total body painting."

"Naked? Totally nude?"

"Sure. You want it to be sexy, right?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"I know it will take some getting used to, but once you're painted, you'll look fabulous. Here, look at these photos of some of my prior customers and you'll see."

Lexi couldn't believe it. The women, along with a few men, looked great. At first glance, you couldn't even tell they were naked. Most had bathing suit patterns, but some were painted wearing costumes.

"This one looks like Batwoman."

"It is. Now she absolutely refused to go full starkers and ended up wearing a tiny shield over her puss because her lips were too long, but most of these other women are completely nude."

"You can't even tell it."

"No, and that's the fun part of this. Some of these gals have told me they've been at parties and only after a while do others realize what's really going on. Uh, go ahead and get dressed and let's do some planning."

Once she had her clothes on, Lexi waited for Maggie to begin.

"OK, so you want sexy and I can deliver sexy. But tell me why."

"Oh, it's a long story and I kinda feel guilty about it, but you see..."

Once Lexi had explained everything, Maggie's face lit up with a big grin. "You know, you're kinda evil, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I guess, but he is so possessive and assumes I'm going to be with him that I want to show him what he's going to miss out on."

"I remember my dating days and I have to agree, something like this could certainly get a guy's attention, especially if another guy comes onto you and you leave with him."

"Oh, wouldn't that be a hoot? I know I couldn't do that not knowing the new guy, but it would really get this loser's goat."

"But what do we choose for you, hmm?"

"I've thought about all the sultry and sexy options, but somehow an innocent figure would be pretty cool."

"Snow White? No, that won't work. No one will know who you are. Same thing with Cinderella."

"What about something more modern?"

"Like what?"

"I dunno, uh, like, uh, maybe Daphne Blake from Scooby-doo."

"Lexi, I'm afraid very few would know who she is."

"Yeah, you're right. I need someone unique, but obvious."

"SpongeBob SquarePants? No, won't work because of the boxy outfit."

"Plus, it's not a female."

"Wait! I've got it. What about a Smurf?"

"Oh, Lexi, I think that's brilliant. Here, let's look up some pics of some Smurfs."

They googled some pictures of Smurfs and simultaneously said, "That's it!" when they saw a picture of Smurfette, a yellow-haired Smurf wearing a short, white smock.

"The nice thing there is I won't have to be naked."

"But the whole point is for you to be super sexy, so, yes, you'll have to be naked."

"But how can we do the white dress thingy?"

"OK, hear me out. We paint you blue down to the upper boobs and below mid-thigh. Everything in between will be white. You dye your hair bright yellow with a temporary dye and we sew one of those silly little hats for you."

"But what about the dress?"

"Hmm, oh, I know. We will make your dress white but out of thin, super thin mesh kinda like a bridal veil so it won't hide a thing."

"You think it will work?"

"I know it will and the nice thing is the painting will be a snap. Won't cost you much because I'll spray it on. No hand painting except for the face and no worrying about how to paint your ass crack or puss or anything."

"I, uh, I guess it will work."

"You know it will and everyone will know who you are and only after a few minutes will anyone figure out you're totally nude. And this guy will just die knowing he's missed out on you."

"Yeah, you're right. OK. I'm in!"

"Great. Now, we need to plan a little. When's the party?"

Twenty minutes later, Lexi left the shop with specific instructions for materials for the 'dress' and cap, how to make them, what dye to use for her hair and how to shave her muff. She was to return late on the Friday of the party for painting and was instructed what materials to put down on the seat of the car to keep the paint intact.

The next day she was able to find some thin veil material with a large mesh. It was as close to wearing nothing that she could find. She fashioned a simple smock which would slip over her head and be held in place by an elastic band right above her boobs. The plan was to wear it before the painting so Maggie would know where to stop the blue and start the white paint. The hat took a little more work, but with the help of a friend's aunt who was a seamstress, a white, floppy Smurf hat which could be pinned to her was fashioned.

At last, she was ready for the big night. She had refused to tell Daniel what her costume was, preferring to tease him that he would not recognize her. He continued to push for a night at the hotel, which only made her more certain she had made the right choice.

On Friday afternoon, she went to her usual beauty salon for a temporary hair coloring. Though her hairdresser tried to tone things down to a blonde color, Lexi convinced her to use a temporary bright yellow dye. It was shocking to look at, but it matched Smurfette's color exactly.

Shortly after dinner, she took the 'dress,' hat and white clogs to Maggie's shop. Up front there were dozens of people getting their last-minute costumes, but once Maggie saw her, she was greeted with a hearty, "There's our Smurfette. Come on back and I'll let Ash and Traci take care of these folks here."

The 'paint room' was a small, well-ventilated room with racks of specialized paint, a sprayer and various paint brushes.

"OK, Lexi, here's what we'll do. After you strip and put on the dress, I'll mark where we have the blue-white borders. Then we'll spray you and let the colors dry for a few minutes. After that, I hand paint the face."

"Why not spray the face?"

"No, don't want you getting it in your eyes accidentally or inhaling it. Plus, I can do some fun things with your lips and around the eyes by hand. Ready?"

"I guess. I'm a little nervous, though."

"Once you see yourself in the mirror, you'll forget all about being nervous. OK, clothes off and put them in this bag."

"Uh, what about removing the paint?"

"It's a special paint that is one hundred percent water-based and when it gets wet, by that I mean totally wet, it will soften up and wash away with soap and water. Most people soak it off in a tub."

"Glad I don't sweat too much," she said as she pulled off her clothes.

"So am I. Uh, don't forget to be careful when you go to the bathroom. Keep the lips spread and dab yourself dry. Shouldn't be a problem."

"Well, here's your canvas," she giggled.

"And a nice canvas you are. OK, let's see you in the dress."

Once she had the limits of the dress, Maggie readied the paint. "We'll do the white first 'cause blue will cover it at the edges. This spray has virtually no aerosolization, but I still like to keep the room well ventilated. OK, here goes."

At first, she thought the spraying went remarkably fast but realized it was only the first coat. Once she had her entire torso done, Maggie stopped for a few minutes before applying a second coat. Next came the two coats of blue paint.

"OK, now we need to do the face. Have a glass of water to hydrate before I start."

With her hair pulled up in a bun to expose the face and neck, Lexi sat on a rotating stool in front of Maggie, who used two different brushes to paint the skin. The larger one took care of wider skin while the small brush was used around the eyes, ears, nose and lips. At the end, Maggie brought out some deep red paint to fashion large lips and yellow to highlight the eyes.

"OK, we're done. Check it out in the mirror."

Lexi stared at herself in awe. Sure, she recognized her general figure and facial features, but she was a completely different person, no, a completely different being. She was a smurf. She was Smurfette!

"Wow, I can't believe it. You, uh, this is phenomenal!"

"Yeah, I'm pretty happy with how you turned out. Put on your dress and clogs and drop your hair. Then let me look at you."

And it was even better! The dress was see-through but gave enough shape to make it look like Smurfette's real dress. Yes, this was the best costume idea ever. "I, uh, I can't thank you enough. This is so cool."

"Glad you like it. Let me get a couple of quick photos with your face turned away so I can show it to other customers." Once she had posed for the photos, Lexi got ready to leave.

"Good luck. Here, put all your clothes in this bag and here, I've got a loaner purse for you. Keep your keys and wallet in it and you can bring it back anytime next week."

"Maggie, that's so cool. The white matches perfectly. You're sure about loaning it. I can pay for it."

"No, I'm using it to get you back in here because I want to know how your night went. Take care and drive safe. You don't want to be stopped by the police!" she laughed as she ushered Lexi from the shop.

And everything was fine until she left the building and started walking to her car. Out of nowhere, she became embarrassed and nervous; her heart raced, she could feel her hands shake and her mouth was as dry as a desert.

'No one has even seen me! Why am I so nervous?' she thought as she tried to calm herself. Once she settled in the car, her nerves settled down. She drove carefully to the hotel, but once she arrived, her nerves kicked up again. After she parked, she had a long internal debate about going through with things.

As she was thinking things over, she received a text.

when r u getting here I want to show u off

The pushy, almost obnoxious text was all it took to nudge her out the door. 'I am not someone he can show off, dammit. And I'll do the showing off, not him.'

With a deep breath, she took the purse, stepped out of the car and slowly walked towards the hotel entrance. Inside was a sign pointing down one hallway for the Halloween party. She turned away from the main lobby which was crowded with people and to her surprise, not one person said anything about her costume.

'Maybe they just assume it is some tight-fitting outfit. That's not gonna last once I'm close up to people.'

When she arrived at the party, a young man at a desk checked her name off a list, but gave no indication he realized what she was wearing. Inside the door, the party was in full swing. There were costumes of every type and description, many of which showed a lot of skin. There were the usual hookers, cheerleaders and nurses, each revealing to a more or less degree. There was even a sexy witch wearing black tights under a dress with a plunging neckline and a hem barely below her ass. Many of these women had the attention of several men and Lexi knew once they realized what she was wearing, she might receive equal attention.

Costumes of super heroes seemed to be the most popular with the men. One could easily see how some of them featured fake muscular torsos, though there were a few men who clearly didn't need any help along those lines. After scanning the crowd, she finally spotted Daniel, who not surprisingly, was wearing a Hulk costume with a fake torso. She noted he kept looking at the door and his eyes seemed to slide right over her. He didn't even recognize her! This was getting interesting.

A waitress carrying a tray of drinks offered her a glass of wine while another offered her a small slider wrapped in a napkin. Neither commented on her costume. Armed with food and drink, she decided to mingle and see what might happen.

The first group she chose to approach consisted of three women: a prostitute, a belly dancer and a cheerleader. They were standing loosely apart and when Lexi approached, they looked at her and smiled.

"Care to join us?"

"Sure. I like your belly dancing costume."

"To tell you the truth," said the cheerleader, "She truly is a belly dancer. Maybe we can get her lubricated enough to give us a demo."

"Just as long as you don't expect me to give a demo," laughed the prostitute. "Now, who are you?"

"In real life I'm a lawyer. Right now, I am Smurfette."

"Smurfette? Cool idea and I like how you got such a tight-fit outfit on."

"Wait a second," interrupted the cheerleader, "That's not clothing. You're painted!"

"Yep, got me there."

The three quickly became very interested, asking numerous questions about the costume, how it felt being naked, who painted her and so forth. After talking with them and answering their questions, the belly dancer asked, "Who are you with?"

"Well, Daniel asked me here and..."

"Oh, God, not Daniel. Oh, sorry, I shouldn't talk about him that way to his date."

"I'm not really his date, though he asked me here. We met online and went out once, where he invited me to this party."

"So, you two aren't together?"

"No. As a matter of fact, he kinda put out some possessive vibes, so I chose to let him see what he's gonna miss."

"Oh, that's great. You see, he's a bit of a lech at work and none of us like him. He'll be so pissed. Can't wait to watch when he sees you."

"He already has, but he didn't recognize me."

"Oh, this is sounding better by the second. Maybe the four of us can plan the big reveal."

As they put their heads together, Lexi realized they were neat women. Although their costumes were racy and sexy, they each seemed to be down-to-earth types and she enjoyed talking with them. The four laughed and giggled as they planned how to reveal Lexi to Daniel.

"I've got it," said the prostitute, "I'll take you with me and tell him I've got a new sex worker and would he be interested. As long as you don't talk, he may not recognize you and once he puts the moves on you, which I'm sure he will, you can say something loud and dramatic so everyone can hear."

"Like what?"

"Dan, don't you even recognize your date? I've put on a special outfit just for you and you... blah, blah, blah. You can wing it, can't you, Lexi?"

"Yeah, I'm a lawyer and I can ad lib like the best of them. Speaking of the best of them, who is that wonderful piece of flesh over there?" she asked of a well-built man wearing only a grass skirt and carrying an unlit tiki torch.

After sneaking peeks, the three heads turned back to Lexi, each with a sad and even wistful look. "Wy, short for Wyoming, would be God's gift to women, if he would only loosen up. He has turned down more proposals than you would believe."

"And I can't believe he wore that to this party," said another while the third nodded in agreement.

"Think I'd have a chance with him?"

"Nope. He turns everyone down, even the few gay guys who have hit on him."

"Then my mission is clear. I need to get his attention and have him with me when I go to Daniel."

"Oooh, Girl, you are borderline evil."

"Not evil, just want to make the best of the opportunity. Does Wy work with you all?"

"Yeah, he's in sales while we're in the business office."

"He's the best salesman at the firm, mainly because his female clients roll over and buy everything from him, hoping to get his attention."

"OK, ladies, here I go. Wish me luck."

"Are you kidding? I hope you fail like all of us have," laughed the prostitute as the other two joined in.

Lexi walked over to Wy, who was talking with Batman, and tapped him on the elbow. "Excuse me for interrupting, Batman, but I had a question for Tikiman here."

"Sure. See you later, Wy," said Batman as he turned towards the bar.

"Uh, do I know you?"

"Probably not."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Smurfette."

"Smurfette? Like with the Smurfs?"

"Yes, exactly."

"Your costume is uh, super snug, if you ask me."

"You sure about that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look closer."

"Oh, shit, it's just paint!"

"Bingo. Good work. Now, do you know Daniel?"

"Yeah, I do. Bit of a pill. Our boss keeps him on for reasons I don't understand, but I guess someone has to be the facilities maintenance engineer."

"It sounds vaguely like an all-around fix-it guy, to me."

"And gofer."

"That lying son of a ..."

"Why? What'd he lie to you about?"

"I met him on a dating app and he did not impress me on our first date. Implied he's in finance or something. Long story short, he invited me to this party to 'show me off' as his girlfriend and I almost didn't come."

"But you're here."

"Yeah, I decided if he wanted to show me off that I'd do the showing and he'd realize what he missed out on."

"Phew. Remind me to never piss you off."

"Now, Wy, are you implying we might meet each other again after tonight?" she smiled.

"From what I've seen, and I've seen a lot," he chuckled, "I might be interested."

"The girls said you have turned them all down."

"Workplace romances. Bad idea. I avoid them."

"Gotta girlfriend or boyfriend now?"

"Only go for the girls and no, no girlfriend."

"Hmm, might need to work on that. But first, are you willing to help me with Daniel?"

"Sure. Whatdya want me to do?"

"Just be there with me and ad lib along with me."

"OK, will do."

They wandered over to Daniel, who raised his eyes to them with an irritated look on his face. "Wy. Who's your new friend?"

"Dan. Don't you recognize me? I'm here like you requested so you can show me off."

"What? Is that you?"

"Yup."

"I didn't recognize you. Uh, what are you?"

"Smurfette. Like it?"

"You, you're naked!"

"Naked? Do I look naked, Wy?"

"No, not to me, you don't."

"But I can see everything. It's just paint."

"You can see everything?" she asked. "Well, what about tan lines; do I have any?"

"I can't tell."

"Then I must not be naked. Plus, I have this cute little smock..."

"I can see right through it."

"Well, you wanted to show me off, so here's your chance."

"I'm not going to be seen with a slut."

"Whoa, hold on a sec, Dan," cautioned Wy. "Let's not be using that term with this nice lady."

"I get it now. Wy here wants to get in your pants."

"Now, now, Dan. Something here doesn't add up. First, you claim I'm naked, which I'm not, and then you say he wants to get in my pants. If I have pants, I'm not naked. You can't have it both ways."

"You know what I mean. Jeez, give me a break," he nearly shouted as he turned away.

A few seconds later, Lexi turned to Wy, saying it went about as well as she had hoped. "And thanks for coming over here with me. Is he still looking at me?"

After looking over her head at Dan, Wy nodded 'yes.'

"Then give me a kiss, a big wet, long lovers' kiss."

"You sure?"

She did not answer verbally but brought her lips up towards his. Wy bent down to her and met her lips with his. It took a few seconds for her to get comfortable with him, but after those few seconds, she found herself liking the kiss, enjoying the kiss and wanting it to last all night.

Wy's lips were not too soft and not too hard. The pressure was just right. He let his mouth open slightly but did not cram his tongue down her throat; indeed, she needed to start the tongue wrestling. But once she did, his tongue teased and darted.

'Damn, this is perfect,' she thought, 'And it's only to show off. I wonder what his real kiss would be like.'

Slowly, but at the same time way too fast, Wy eased the pressure and began to break the kiss. Lexi pulled at him, resisting him, but to no avail. Once their lips parted, she opened her eyes and looked up at him only to see him looking behind her.

"He see us?"

"Yeah, and he looks pissed. Just what you wanted, eh?"

"No, not necessarily, but I wanted him to realize what he missed out on."

"It seems to have worked."

Her eyes sparkled with merriment as she said, "Uh, if I can be so bold, maybe we need to do it again to rub it in?"

"If you insist."

"I do."

This second kiss was as stimulating as the first and like the first, it was over far too soon.

"Mmm, nice," she whispered.

"Yeah, not bad for a fake one."

"Hey," she said as she playfully slapped him on the chest, "That's no way to talk to a lady."

"You're no lady..."

"Oh? Calling me a slut or something?" she interrupted, laughing.

"No. I'm calling you Smurfette."

"Good. That's better"

"Sure. Say, uh, can I get you another drink?"

"I appreciate the offer, but no. One's my limit. But..." she paused for emphasis, "You are more than welcome to get me another snack."

"Coming right up."

Once Wy had returned, they sat together and chatted about some local news and the semipro ball team's lackluster season. Eventually, Lexi was done with her snack, looked at Wy and asked, "What's it take to get asked to dance, anyway?"

"Uh, would you like to have your toes stepped on repeatedly in an attempt to move seductively to some background music?"

"When you put it that way, I'm not so sure," she laughed. "But maybe we can give it a whirl."

Wy was a fabulous dancer. Not once did he come anywhere near her toes, he had a great sense of rhythm, and he didn't rub up against her or feel her ass. 'Nice guy,' she thought.

After a couple of dances, she felt herself getting wetter by the minute. Normally, this would be no problem, but she began to worry any excess moisture could cause a 'wardrobe malfunction' around her girl parts. "Ah, I have to use the ladies' room."

"Be my guest."

After she had finished and was washing her hands, she ran into the three women she met when she first arrived. They had several questions about her meeting with Dan, laughed at what she described and expressed envy at her kissing Wy.

"What I wouldn't do for a kiss like that from him," one of them said.

"Yeah, me, too."

They kept laughing and talking and before she knew it, Lexi had been gone for nearly twenty minutes. When she went back to the party, Wy was dancing with the witch in a micromini dress that barely covered her ass. She was obviously doing everything she could to get his attention by rubbing up against him and thrusting her pelvis against his.

Though Lexi couldn't be sure, she felt he wasn't resisting very hard. 'Hmm, maybe it was wishful thinking on my part,' she thought as she watched them. 'Since I don't know anyone here, might as well go home.'

She skirted around the far side of the large room, let herself out the door, walked to her car and drove home with a sense of disappointment in her mind. Yes, she showed Dan a thing or two, but honestly, it didn't give her the satisfaction she had hoped for. The thing that totally upset her was Wy's apparent disinterest in her after those totally hot kisses, or was it that she had spent too much time in the ladies' room?

In any event, she decided to have a glass of wine while she soaked in her tub to remove the paint. After cleaning up, she crashed into bed with a wish for a better Halloween the following year.

-----

"Fuck! Where is Smurfette?" Wy asked himself as he danced with a 'witch' he knew from work. She was super attractive, beautiful even, but he was never going to get involved in a workplace romance. On the other hand, Smurfette was something special. She seemed to be a decent person and although she had nothing on but paint, somehow her costume wasn't lewd or vulgar. And could she kiss.

But then she had gone to the bathroom and seemed to be gone forever. When Samantha, dressed in a ridiculous 'witch' costume, insisted he dance with her, he complied. He must have been distracted and missed Smurfette leaving. He never saw her return from the bathroom and before he left, he asked another woman to check. There was no Smurfette to be seen.

Frustrated, he went to the three women who had been with her early on and after some good old-fashioned teasing, they all reported none of them knew anything about her; no name or any other identifying info was available.

It was getting late when he swallowed his pride and went over to Dan. It was immediately apparent Dan was wasted. He could barely stand and was slurring his speech. Wy, glad that there were rooms available for those who were too drunk to drive, tapped Dan on the shoulder.

"Say, Dan, you OK?"

"Yesh, why?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just thought you might want to get a room for the night."

"Got one."

"Good. Say, uh, that gal with the paint, you know her?"

"That bitch? Fuck no."

"It seemed she knew you, though."

"We dated once, then she embarrashes me."

"What's her name?"

"I told you. Itsh 'Bitch'."

"No, her real name."

"Why?"

"I, uh, I wanted to ask her a question and it seems she's taken off."

"Fuck her. No, wait. I get it. You wanna fuck her."

"No, I had a simple question for her," Wy lied.

"No. Uh-uh. You wanna fuck her and I'm not tellin'."

"Come on, Dan. Just give me her name."

"Fuck no. You and your high 'n' mighty friendsh can jusht go fuck, uh..."

Wy watched as Dan slumped to the floor and seemed to pass out. After calling for help, he and several others dragged Dan to a room, placed him on his side to sleep things off and left a message for him to call once he was awake.

The next morning came and went with no call and by afternoon when Wy got nervous about Dan, he called the hotel. Yes, Dan had checked out. Wy had no way to track down Dan and preferred to wait until they met at work. Maybe a casual 'oh, by the way' request would be better received.

It was late the following week when the two met in a hallway at work.

"Hey, Dan, how are you doing?"

"Fine, fine. Why?"

"Just curious. You looked a little rough around the edges at the party."

"Oh, maybe I had one too many, but it was nothing."

"Glad to hear it. Uh, that gal who was there with the blue costume..."

"You mean the paint job?"

"Yeah, her. Uh, what's her name, anyway?"

"Like I'm gonna tell you? Hell no. If you wanna get laid, you'll have to do it on your own. Count me out."

"Now, look, Dan, I just wanted to-"

"You wanna fuck her," Dan interrupted, "And I'm not helping you. Find her on your own."

Later that evening, Wy thought about Smurfette. She was majorly attractive, but more importantly, she had spark. She was funny. She obviously had enough feminist spunk to goad the pathetic POS Dan after the way he had treated her. But what was her name? How could he find her? How had Dan found her?

'It had to be online,' Wy thought, 'But with all the dating apps out there, it could take me forever to find her, if I could even recognize her without the blue and white paint.'

After a week slipped by, Wy found himself daydreaming about Smurfette once again. If there was only some way to track her down! Wy wasn't stupid. Surely, he could figure out something.

He decided to write down everything he knew about her. Skin and hair color? No idea. Height? About six inches shorter than him. Weight? No idea, but certainly not too skinny or too fat. Eye color? Now that, he knew; blue. Teeth? Straight, normal.

'So, I've got an average-weight five-foot six female with blue eyes and normal teeth. That sure narrows the field,' he groaned as the futility of finding her in a city of nearly three million people finally sank in.

'But wait! The paint job. It appeared to be professionally done. Maybe, just maybe...'

Over the next few evenings, Wy searched for all potential businesses which might be involved in body painting. He tracked down three and visited each one of them over the next week. Not one of them admitted to painting someone blue and white on Halloween.

Wy next spoke again to each of the three women who had been with her and even after careful questioning, none had any clues, even tiny clues, to give to him.

The woman who had been wearing the prostitute outfit finished up by suggesting she would be willing to paint herself blue if he would take her out. "Sorry, but you know my feelings about workplace dating, Vanessa," he responded.

"A girl can always try," she snickered.

Another few weeks slipped by and Smurfette still plagued his mind. Where was she? Who was she? Who else might have painted her? Where would someone go on Halloween to get painted?

Then, it hit him. 'A costume shop! Maybe she went to a costume shop. Maybe someone there painted her.'

He frantically searched for all party and costume shops in the city, knowing full well most Halloween seasonal shops were long gone and wouldn't be back until next Halloween. With the list in hand, he decided to go to each shop personally. A phone call might appear to be from a stalker and if he went in person, he might be able to look them in the eye to see if they were hiding something.

Time after time, he came up empty. Most shops did not even feature body painting and one that did, believably denied doing any Smurfette work on Halloween.

When he arrived at the last shop on his list, he was ready to throw in the towel and almost didn't go in. As he stood at the door, a cute clerk came to switch the 'Open' sign to 'Closed.' She smiled at him, cracked the door and asked if she could help.

"Uh, yeah, maybe. Uh, do you guys do body painting?"

"Yeah, sometimes. Maggie, my boss, does it. Why?"

"I'll be one hundred percent honest. I met someone at Halloween and we seemed to hit it off, but it was a big to-do and we didn't get to swap deets. I kinda wanted to get ahold of her, you know, maybe to ask her out for coffee or something."

"Let me ask Maggie about this. Come on in and wait in the chair."

A few minutes later, she returned with a serious-looking face. "I, uh, Maggie says she can't help you. Her clients are private and the information about them is privileged."

"Look, I get it that you don't know me and I could be a big-time stalker or even worse, but is there any way I could even find out if this woman was in here that night? No names or anything, just yes or no. Because if not, I'll keep looking other places."

"Let me ask her again."

When the clerk returned, she invited Wy to the back office.

"Hi, I'm Maggie and I understand you're looking for someone. I hope you realize I can't give you any information about my clients."

"I get that. Uh, how about you answer this: Did you paint someone on Halloween to look like Smurfette?"

There was a definite, involuntary dropping of her eyelids before she looked up at him again.

"I, uh, I can't discuss this at all with you. I'm sorry."

"Maggie, that's your name, right? Maggie, I believe it was you. I've played enough poker to recognize a tell, and you had one. Now, I'm not going to ask you for her name or anything. But I am going to ask you a favor."

"What's that?"

Wy was secretly elated. Maggie's answer essentially confirmed he had been correct. If she had again denied painting a Smurfette, it would have been a dead end, but her response was to ask what the favor would be.

"I am going to give you my business card and here on the back I'm going to write my personal cell number and a message. If you painted a Smurfette on Halloween, I only ask that you give her this card. She can toss it or do whatever she wants with it, but I truly would like to meet her again. It's entirely up to her."

"Uh, Mr..."

"Wy. I'm called Wy."

"OK, Wy, if I painted a Smurfette on Halloween and if I know who it was and if she is willing to take the card and if she is willing to call you, then you might get a call. But don't count on it."

"I won't, but I believe deep down she'll call. Thank you very much, Maggie. It's been a pleasure meeting you. I'll show myself out."

-----

Lexi was stunned beyond belief when she received an envelope with no return address and inside was a simple business card with Wyoming's name and business information on the front and a brief note on the back.

Tiki man here wanting to ask Smurfette to give me a call. This is my personal number.

She had found him! Or rather, he had found her! Wy had tracked her down. How, she did not know, but he had, nonetheless. She had been attracted to him, but when she found him dancing with the 'witch,' Lexi figured she was just another piece of ass in his eyes. But he apparently wanted to get together with her. Maybe those two kisses meant something to him, too.

For two days, she stewed about her next step before she decided to text him. If he responded correctly, she would call him.

What is blue all over and likes to kiss

Smurfette

Correct How many times did she kiss

2 or should I say 2 few

Correct Can u talk

Y

With trembling fingers, she punched in his number.

"Hello?"

"Uh, Hi. This is Smurfette calling. Are you Wy?"

"Yes. Phew. It took forever to track you down."

"How'd you do it?"

"Talked to each and every body painting business in the city, then to every costume shop. The last one seems to have been the one."

"She gave you my name and address?"

"No! And I still don't know your name. She said if she did paint someone, she'd mail them my card. Never admitted she did the painting."

"Good. So, you still don't know who I am."

"No, but I've got your number now," he chuckled, "So, you might as well give me your name."

"Lexi."

"Lexi? Nice. Like it."

"Not as unique as Wy, but it's all I've known."

After a few second pause, Wy cleared his throat and asked, "Would you like to get together for a cup of coffee sometime?"

"Uh, yeah. I would."

They settled on a time and location before he broke the call. "I'm looking forward to this, Lexi."

"Me, too. But don't expect me to be dressed like I was back then."

"Don't you mean undressed?"

"You rat. You know what I mean."

Lexi was seated at a small table in the crowded coffee house when Wy came through the door. He paused and scanned the room several times before she gave him a little wave. When he reached her, he leaned over to give her a tiny one-armed hug.

"You didn't recognize me, did you?"

"How could I? I had no clue as to your hair color or anything."

"Like the real me?"

"I do. Say, I'm going to grab a latte. Be right back. Can I get you anything else?"

"No, I'm good."

Although she was a little nervous, his calm, pleasant and polite demeanor when he first came in reassured her. He was also dressed nicely, though she did miss seeing his nice muscles above the Halloween grass skirt.

Once he returned and sat down, they began to chat. Lexi was glad to learn more about him, as they had exchanged precious little info at the party. Wy was apparently successful at his sales management job and seemingly was climbing the corporate ladder quickly. And unlike Dan, Wy was totally open about himself and his work. He asked simple questions of her without appearing to be too nosy or probing. After they finished their drinks, Wy appeared to be slightly nervous before he took in a deep breath and asked, "Would you, maybe, you know, like to get together again?"

"Yes, Wy, I would. What do you have in mind?"

"Uh, maybe dinner?"

"Sounds good. You have my number and once you've set something up, let me know. I'm available any evening after six."

"Great. Any preferences?"

"Yes. I am allergic to," she said as she paused for dramatic effect, "I am allergic to bad food."

"Oh, you had me going there for a second. OK, I will avoid bad food. Uh, look, it's been nice meeting you again..."

"Even though I am overdressed compared to last time?" she interrupted.

"Even though. I'll give you a call and we can work out the deets. OK?"

"Yes, definitely OK."

When they went to part, Lexi turned to him with a sly grin, went up on her tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek.

"Not as fun as last time," he teased.

"Maybe not, but it's a teaser for what may come."

"Good. I look forward to it."

-----

Wy was on cloud nine all the way home. He had met her and she exceeded his expectations. Her personality was still sparkling and she looked even better dressed than as a Smurfette, if that was even possible. She had light brunette hair down to her breasts, a pleasing smile and clothes which accented her sexy figure without being too revealing or lewd. All in all, he was excited to have met her again and was looking forward to a dinner date.

He picked her up at five thirty the following Friday and escorted her to Maya's Bistro, a funky little restaurant run and operated by a solo chef. When he escorted her in, conversation at the other tables seemed to pause as everyone looked up at Lexi.

And she deserved it. Her hair was flowing freely, her little black dress was sexy but not lewdly revealing and her shapely legs stood out above black, high-heeled pumps. It made him feel so proud to know others appreciated her beauty as did he.

Maya came over to escort them to their table and gave them the single-page menu for the evening.

"Is this the entire menu?" Lexi asked of him.

"Yeah. She does all the cooking, so she limits things to a few items each evening."

"Where's her help?"

"Doesn't have any. She does everything."

"Are you serious?"

"Yep. Just watch. She has it all in control. Wine?"

"Sure. I'm thinking I'll go with the scallops, so white for me."

"We think alike. I'll order a bottle."

The meal was wonderful, Maya's service was impeccable and Dan found himself enjoying her company immensely. Lexi was an amazing woman. Besides her attractiveness, she was intelligent, honest and funny. What more could a guy want? He couldn't believe she hadn't been snatched up years before.

As he drove her home, she was a little less talkative and intermittently seemed to hum softly to herself.

"What are you humming?"

"Oh, just a little tune. I do that when I am happy or when I've had a wonderful meal."

"Which is it?"

"Both. This was really nice, Wy, and I appreciated it."

"Want to do it again?"

"Yeah, but aren't you going to escort me to my door and try to weasel your way in and take me to bed?"

"Is that what usually happens?"

"More often than you'd think."

"Well, to answer your question, no. I'm not going to try and seduce you tonight."

"Could I interest you in a little kiss?"

"Oh, yeah. I remember those from October and I'd like a repeat."

"Me, too, and thanks for being a gentleman. Not too many of you around anymore."

Their kisses by her door were as wonderful as on Halloween, if not even better. They weren't trying to shock or embarrass another guy; they were merely trying to connect. And connect they did.

As they parted, her hand held his loosely until he turned to go. "Night," she whispered, "Had fun."

"Good night. Me, too."

-----

Lexi drifted into her place on cloud nine. God, he was wonderful. Good-looking, though she knew that from Halloween. Smart. Funny. Humble. And he didn't try to push his way into her bed. He was a classic gentleman and for a few seconds her mind began to worry. 'How can someone so good not be already snatched up? Maybe he's lying. Maybe he's cheating on his SO or wife or whatever.' But there had been nothing at all to suggest he was anything other than what he seemed: a genuinely nice guy.

Although she intellectually appreciated him not trying to bed her, in the back of her mind she almost wished he had. If his bedroom skills were anything like his people skills, she might have missed out on a wonderful romp in the sack. But then she would have had to look at herself in the morning and wonder why she did what she did.

Lexi delighted in sex. She enjoyed the teasing and play that went with a good partner. She savored the taste of a clean, uncut cock and relished having her own girl parts under the control of a well-trained tongue. She liked the feel of a hard cock sliding into her and she loved grinding herself on a guy while she rode him.

But most of all, it was the sense of closeness, particularly on the morning after, that she held most dear. And she knew if she had tried to seduce him (after all, he didn't seduce her, did he?), that sense of closeness could have been missing. No, she, well, they had made the right decision.

But she was still horny. As she stood in only her panties in front of the mirror while brushing her teeth, she saw the reflection of someone who was unfulfilled, someone who still needed one final physical release to make the evening if not complete, at least make it finish on a high note.

After crawling into bed and turning out the light, that sense of unfulfillment kept gnawing at her. It was almost as if her hand had a mind of its own as it reached over to her bedside table, slid open the drawer and pulled out a black, velvet bag with a golden drawstring.

'Hello, Peter,' her mind said, using her private name for her favorite toy, a hot-pink rabbit with dual motors and twelve different vibratory settings. 'Long time, no see.'

She shimmied her panties down, let her knees splay open and punched the power button. Peter sprang to life, humming wavelike from soft to heavy and back again as the small arm swayed back and forth. This was not a night for gentle teasing and arousal; no, this was a night for a fast release. And in her mind, she was already halfway home. Leaving the lubricant in the drawer, she teased the tip of the larger arm quickly down across her pearl, gently nudged her inner lips open and slid it home.

Within seconds, she was off to the races. The varying vibrations ricocheting through her pelvis stimulated her hungry clit from within, but once the little arm made contact with her pearl, as she called it, she was off to the races. Memories of his brawny torso at the Halloween party competed with fantasies of him dining downtown with his tongue licking and teasing her. As her mind filled with these wonderful images, extreme sensations of pleasure rocketed up from her pelvis to her brain, a brain which rushed to its subsequent release of the tension built up in her body.

She cried out, saw colors behind her closed eyes, heard a roar in her ears, writhed and thrashed on the bed as her orgasm surged through her. Peter kept vibrating, the images kept flitting through her mind and the surges of her orgasm kept pulsating and pulsating and pulsating...

When she woke up as light crept into the room, Lexi rolled over, only to feel a hard lump in the bed press into her flank. Confused, she reached down and found Peter digging into her. 'Where did that come from?' she wondered, 'And where is my nightgown?'

It all came rushing back to her. She had a great date with what appeared to be a fabulous guy and when she returned home, simple lust won out and she engaged in a 'mènage á moi' to relieve the pent-up stress. And her 'O' was a big one, no, a huge one, which apparently caused her to lose consciousness as she fell asleep.

She pressed the power button on Peter only to find him dead. 'Need to get him recharged,' she chuckled to herself. After sitting up in bed, she got her bearings and went to the bathroom and on to the kitchen. Once her coffee was brewing, she stumbled back to the bedroom to get dressed.

After coffee and breakfast, Lexi lay around the house in a half-daze, unable to log on for her morning hit of news or even to continue reading a favorite book she had been working on. By midafternoon, she had recovered enough to do some light chores around the house, but all the while her brain kept looping back to her wonderful evening with Wy and the wild session dancing the two-fingered tango.

Lexi was no stranger to masturbation, but the episode the night before was certainly unique. Usually, she would fantasize about a burly Scotsman from one of her romance novels or even an up-and-coming star featured on the cover of a tabloid at her grocery store checkout counter. But she could never recall getting off to images of a guy she knew and was falling for, or at least a guy she was lusting after.

'If I feel this good with a simple date and some masturbation, I wonder how I'll feel if we do things up right,' she asked herself more than once.

-----

Wy spent his Sunday working on some small tasks around the house, but all the while he kept thinking about Lexi. She was definitely hot, no argument there, and she was smart and funny, to boot. He had even taken care of business thinking about her the previous night before he could fall asleep.

But one little thought kept niggling around in his mind: if she was so great, why hadn't she been taken off the market by now? Was she some weird psycho who hid her true personality until she had her claws sunk into him? Did she have a psychiatric condition which kept her from settling down with anyone? Was she a dud in the sack? All of these questions kept zinging through his mind, but deep down, he got the sense she was the genuine article.

How would she be in bed, anyway? He wondered. He had been with several women over the years and had come to appreciate a woman who was modestly reserved in public, but was willing to let loose in private, like in the old C&W song 'Behind Closed Doors.' Here Lexi had certainly not been reserved in public at the Halloween party, though she was at the coffee shop and on their dinner date. Yeah, Wy figured she had to be more interesting in private than she was in public.

He sent her a quick text that evening.

Had fun, Tx

Me too

Sleep tight

Zzzzz

Not wanting to appear overeager, he waited until Tuesday to give her a call. She answered with a smile in her voice.

"I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten me," she teased.

"Didn't want to appear desperate and scare you off."

"Men are always desperate," she laughed, "But I'm glad you called. What's up?"

"I, uh, this is the call after the first date to see if you might be interested in another one."

"Maybe. What'd you have in mind?"

"I dunno. I'm open to ideas."

"How about something outdoorsy? You know, visit a park or do a hike."

"Sounds good. Saturday?"

"Sure."

"Let me come up with something and I'll get back to you."

"Can't wait."

He kicked around a few ideas in his mind but was concerned about the weather. It was still cold and there had been a recent snowstorm in the mountains. A hike or a visit to a park could end up being no fun at all.

'Maybe we could embrace the cold,' he thought, turning his thinking in a completely new direction. After some online research, he stumbled onto a cool idea, no pun intended. He checked for reservations and made a modest deposit payment before calling her the next evening.

"Hi, Wy. What have you come up with?"

"How about a sleigh ride?"

"A sleigh ride? Are you serious?"

"Yeah. We drive up to Twisted Butte and we take a sleigh up an old logging road to a tiny café where we can warm up with hot drinks and sit by the fireplace. Once we're warm, we ride back down."

"So, we get to freeze twice?" she laughed.

"Yeah, pretty much. Interested?"

"Yes, I am. Sounds fun."

"I'll pick you up around eight, we drive up there and our sleigh ride starts at elevenish. Lunch and hot drinks at the café. They told me we need to dress super warmly and it's better to have too many clothes than too little."

"Don't they provide a blanket or something?"

"Apparently, but we're just sitting there so we need to bundle up."

"Sounds interesting. See you Saturday at eight, right?"

"Yep. Until then. Nite."

"Good night, Wy. Sweet dreams."

'If only she knew what I will be dreaming about,' he thought after they hung up.

When Wy picked her up, he was impressed with her clothing. She had the layering thing down pat with a windproof parka over a down coat over several layers below that. The only down side was her usual attractive curves were completely hidden. She greeted him with a quick kiss before they hopped in the car and headed up to the foothills.

The sleigh ride was fabulous. The weather was crisp and chilly but not bitterly cold, though they were both glad to have dressed warmly. Their sleigh driver was Ashley, a cute college student who was putting in a few hours on the weekend to earn some spending money. She regaled them with tales about the sleigh, the route and the surrounding hills as the team briskly trotted up the road. When they arrived at the café, there was no one to greet them.

"Uh, I thought we'd be having lunch," he said.

"We are," answered Ashley. "Once I wash my hands, I am your chef and sommelier. The heat was turned up remotely so it should be nice and toasty inside. Here, let me tie the two up to the hitching rail and then we'll get warm."

Inside it was warm and cozy and the two thawed out as Ashley went about prepping their lunch. They each had a small glass of white wine while engaging her with questions about the ranch, the café and her. Lunch featured a spicy soup and grilled cheese sandwiches made with an exotic European cheese melted over assorted grilled vegetables. It was simple, but oh so good.

After the meal, they helped clean up, but as they got ready to leave, Ashley told them there was no rush. "Usually, we have four or even six guests here and we're lucky if we can get out of here by two. With just the two of you, well, we've got nearly an hour before we need to head down. You can play outside or keep warm in here."

The two decided to simply relax and enjoy the peace and quiet. Wy fell asleep reading an old magazine only to be woken up by the laughing women.

"Ash, here I'm on a hot date and I can't even keep him awake."

"Yeah, men are like that a lot. He's not the only one. The invigorating cold must have something to do with it."

"Well, I didn't fall asleep," Lexi said.

"Something about men, I guess," giggled Ashley.

"I should've known you two would gang up on me," he muttered once he was wide awake.

"But you're so easy to pick on," chortled Lexi.

After the laughter settled down, the three relaxed some more while talking about various topics. Eventually, Ashley told them they needed to head back down. The ride was brisk as the sun had slid behind the hills, it was all downhill and the horses, sensing they were returning to their stable, picked up the pace.

Wy invited Lexi for a quick meal at a roadside inn on the way back to the city and once they were done, it was Lexi who snoozed in the car as Wy drove. When they arrived at her place, he teased her like he had been teased up the mountain.

"You're just glad you could get back at me," she laughed.

"What's fair for the gander is fair for the goose."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Uh, care to come in for a nightcap?"

"Sure, for a few minutes, yeah."

"I can brew a mean decaf coffee and I have some biscotti to go with it."

"Sounds good."

Once they had their drinks, they sat on a small sofa in front of her gas fireplace. "I like this because it looks pretty natural and I don't have to light a fire and deal with the dirt and dust from bringing in wood."

"Looks good."

After talking for a few minutes, she slid over to him, pulled his free arm around her shoulder and dropped her head to him. It was nice. Cozy. Close. Warm.

'I could get used to this,' he thought as she reached around, moved his nearly empty coffee cup to the coffee table and nuzzled into him. He gently rubbed her shoulder as they looked at the fire. There was no need to talk; their actions were saying it all. The two were finding themselves getting closer by the day.

-----

After Wy eventually excused himself, a slightly frustrated Lexi got ready for bed. As she brushed her teeth, she looked into the mirror. 'What's wrong with him? Why doesn't he try anything? I'm ready for some major action between the sheets and he won't tumble.'

She kept thinking back to how she tried to subtly start something, but he didn't seem to pick up on it. After she nuzzled up to him, he rubbed her shoulder and eventually they began to kiss. And, God, could he kiss! Right as she was getting seriously turned on, he pulled back and went to leave. It had been so frustrating.

Lexi considered herself modest when it came to sex. She usually waited before hopping in the sack, but Wy was so damn sexy that she found herself dropping all reservations. And for the first time in her life, she understood how a woman could jump in the sack early in a relationship. Online dating and hook-ups had never been for her and the bad experience with Dan only proved it. She wanted to know the guy first and only then would she consider the horizontal polka, but with Wy, she knew enough and wanted him, wanted him in the worst way.

Before he left, he mentioned he was looking forward to their next time together and even suggested she be the one to plan any activities. And as she finished brushing, she made up her mind. Lexi was going to pull out all stops. Lexi was going to make it impossible for him to resist. And Lexi was going to get laid!

Her phone pinged with an incoming text the next day.

had fun

me 2

any ideas 4 next time

Y

what

u will c

And even though he tried to get her to tell, she refused to do so, mainly because she was still trying to figure out how she was going to seduce him.

On Monday afternoon, inspiration hit! Smurfette! She met him first when she was a Smurfette and maybe she could do it again. She called and was relieved to hear she could schedule another painting session on Friday afternoon. She quickly texted him.

dinner my place Fri pm

no can do

?

big meeting w food

when done?

8

c u at 8 for dessert She added an emoji featuring a big wink and a sly grin.

'If that doesn't give him a signal, nothing will,' she thought as she began planning their 'date'.

Late Friday afternoon, she went back to the costume shop where Maggie let her in and locked the door behind them.

"You don't have to close on my account."

"No, it's fine. This time of the year there's very little business, not like at Halloween. This way I don't have to keep worrying about the door. Come on back to the studio, strip, well, you know the routine."

"Yeah, I do."

"And you want to be Smurfette again?"

"Yeah."

"Wait a minute. Does this have anything to do with that guy who was trying to track you down a while back?"

"Mmm-maybe," she giggled.

"Does he have a thing about Smurfette?"

"No, I don't think so. It's just that he's such a gentleman and I need something to kickstart his libido."

"You've got the hots for him?"

"Oh, God, yes, but he's such a damn gentleman. We've gone out several times and he won't make a move. I'm hoping this will do the job."

"I'll do my best, OK?"

Since this was a repeat body painting, things went quicker and before she knew it, Lexi slipped on a light coat after her paint dried. At home, she grabbed a sandwich and a pop for dinner, tidied up in the kitchen, chilled a bottle of wine, changed the sheets on the bed and lit a scented candle in the bedroom.

As the clock neared eight p. m., she pulled on a Smurfette wig and the see-through smock. 'This should do it and if it doesn't get him going, nothing will,' she mused. She sat on a clean towel and read her notebook until the doorbell rang.

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After he rang the doorbell, Wy wondered, as he had all day, what Lexi had planned. She had mentioned 'dessert' and he figured, hoped at least, sex might be on the table. Wy was fairly conservative when it came to sleeping with someone; he didn't believe in casual sex and wanted to know the woman first before hopping into the sack with her. And he figured he knew Lexi well enough. She was attractive, funny, smart and, most importantly, she did not work with him. Quite frankly, he was tired of his coworkers hitting on him.

After he heard the door chain slide over, words spoken through a crack in the door startled him. "Eyes closed. I have a surprise for you."

'Wonder what it is?' he asked himself as he obeyed her instructions.

He felt her hand grab his and lead him into her apartment. He could smell the exotic scent from what was probably a candle, but otherwise his senses failed to pick up on anything new.

"You ready?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

"OK. On the count of three... one... two... three!"

He opened his eyes to the most unexpected sight. Smurfette was there with him. As before, she was completely naked except for a see-through smock and a gaudy, yellow wig instead of the dyed hair she had previously. The dark blue and white paint covered her from head to toe.

"You like?"

"Uh, well, uh, surprised, that's for sure."

"Are you saying you don't like your little Smurfette?" she asked coyly as she slowly turned around, letting his eyes linger on her sexy and svelte torso.

"No, I do. I do. Whatever caused you to do this, anyways?"

"I thought maybe for dessert you could have something special," she laughed as she approached him and tipped her head up for a kiss. As his eyes closed, he leaned over to meet her lips.

Yes, her kisses were wonderful. Her lips were soft and accepting, firm and probing, tasty and stimulating. He felt himself drown in her kisses and knew, absolutely knew, he would be taking her to bed for something even more stimulating.

"Here, let me take care of this," she murmured as she leaned back and began to slowly unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. Once she undid the bottom one, she tugged his shirt free and off his torso, followed quickly by his undershirt.

"Now, this will feel much better," she giggled as she pulled her smock off and gave him a big hug. "Now I'll get your pants," she said as she pulled open his belt and unzipped the slacks, which fell to the floor. "Oops, forgot the shoes. Hang on a sec."

Once she had untied and removed his shoes, she pulled the slacks off, leaving him in only his boxers. "OK, time for us to move to Smurf Village." She took his hand and dragged him down a short hallway. And he wanted Lexi, there was no doubt about that in his mind.

But as she turned around and beamed at him, something clicked in his brain. In front of him was a sexy woman with nothing on but blue and white paint, but his brain registered something else. When she began to kiss him anew, that something else became bigger and more powerful and harder to ignore. And another thing began to fade.

He broke the kiss, stepped back and looked at her, his mind racing with decidedly unsexy thoughts.

"What's wrong, Wy?"

"Uh, er, well, look. You're a wonderfully attractive woman, a sexy woman whose kisses are like wonderful and I want you so much. But, uh, uh, something's not right."

"What?"

"This is going to sound, uh, really weird, but I've lost any, uh, my desire."

"Desire? What?"

"Yeah. You see, I, uh, my brain is shutting this down."

"Oh? Why?"

"This is going to sound kinda perverted, but after I came back here with you, I didn't see you, Lexi, I saw a kid. And I can't go there."

"Kid? What do you mean?"

"Well, you're like a young creature, a creature that's childlike."

"But Smurfs are old, hundreds of years old, some of them."

"Even Smurfette?"

"I think so, or maybe she is younger, I'm not sure."

"All I know is somehow my brain registers you as being too young. And dammit, I want you, I do. But my subconscious brain won't let me get past this."

"Even if I crawl on top and put a blindfold on you?" she giggled.

"Probably."

"Hmm. How about a little oral action? Think that might help?"

"Oral sex is great, don't get me wrong, but my brain isn't going to let me do this. Sorry."

"Not as sorry as I am," she lamented.

They stood a few feet apart while sharing a look of frustration. Then a gleam settled in her eyes. "It's water soluble."

"Water soluble?"

"Yeah. Soap and water will remove it."

"Good. Ah, maybe we can take a raincheck and revisit things next time."

"Nope. I'm not letting you go because you and I are going to take a bath together."

"A bath?"

"Yeah. Come look at my tub. Big thing, over six feet long and extra wide with a shower. And you, my good man, are going to give me a bath."

"You sure?"

"Never been surer," she chuckled as she pulled down his boxers, took off her wig and led him to the bathroom. It was as advertised: a big tub/shower combination. She turned on the water, checked the temperature and stepped in. "Come on. Time's a wasting."

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The water felt great streaming over her body. She knew from Halloween that once the paint got wet, simple washing with hand soap would take care of it. She grabbed the washcloth, squeezed some soap on it, handed it to Wy and turned her back to him.

"Wash away."

"Does it take much pressure?"

"Not much, try a little and if it doesn't work, rub harder."

She stood there as he tentatively began to rub the washcloth over her back. He seemed almost timid at first until she reminded him she wasn't fragile and could take it. She felt him work over her shoulders, down the back and eventually across her buttocks.

'Now we're getting somewhere,' she thought. Looking down at her feet confirmed the presence of white and blue-tinged water pouring down the drain.

"How's it looking?"

"Your back is almost clear, but, uh, there's still some paint in your crack."

"That'll wash once I'm sitting in the tub. Work on my legs, now."

He squatted down and slowly washed the back of her legs. Once he had washed them, he coughed softly and asked her to turn around. Her cleft was at his eye level, but like a gentleman, if ever a gentleman ended up washing body paint off a woman's nether regions, he started working on her legs. He slowly washed up her legs until she could feel the washcloth brush her lips.

"Don't be bashful, can't have any paint left there."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." She spread her legs, allowing him full access. He gently washed her outer lips and after they were clean, she reached down with her fingers and spread them apart. "Any more paint?"

"A little, yeah."

"Well, get busy, but be gentle. Pearl is kinda sensitive."

"Pearl?"

"Yeah, Pearl. And she doesn't like a rough washcloth."

"Then what should I use?"

"Think about it," she giggled as she watched him get more nervous.

"I, uh, I guess I'll..." She felt his finger slowly slide inside her cleft, starting below and working up until he touched Pearl.

And did it ever feel good. She let out a little sigh and thrust her pelvis towards him, silently encouraging him further. As his finger slid back and forth over her clit, her legs weakened to the point where she blindly groped for the nearby grab bar to support herself.

"I think all the paint must be gone," she panted.

"No," he teased, "I can still see a little right... there."

It was too much. She was naked in the shower with a gorgeous hunk of a man who was rubbing her clit, sending happy signals to her brain. She knew she was losing control and her only worry was if she would collapse in the shower.

"Oh, God, feels soooo good."

"So, you like?"

"Yesss, but you gotta stop or... I'll... fall."

"Nope. Won't stop, but I'll catch you."

The pressure and tension continued to escalate, her knees shook and moans ricocheted through the bathroom. As the first wave of release ripped through her, her legs lost all strength and she slid down to the tub, her legs splayed wide, exposing herself to him as he continued his digital assault on Pearl.

After what seemed like forever but at the same time what seemed to pass too quickly, her orgasm tapered and faded out, leaving her limp as the shower rained from above.

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Wy was stunned and amazed. A simple little game of washing and touching seemed to send her into orbit. After he had helped her down to the tub, he continued rubbing her until she came again, calling out while holding his fingers tightly to her as if demanding more attention, more pressure and more release.

Once she became a limp dishrag in front of him, he eased off rubbing her clit and picked up the washcloth again.

"Wha...?" she asked.

"We still have some more cleaning to do."

"Mmm. Let me, why don't you?"

"You sure?"

"Umm-hmm. Here." She held her hand out for the washcloth and once he gave it to her, she gave an almost impish grin as she looked him in the eye. "Now you just sit there. OK?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

Wy watched as she took the cloth and began to wash her torso and breasts. She seemed to take way too much time scrubbing them until he realized she was doing this to tease him. She would wash a breast in circles and finish by pinching her nipple before moving to the opposite side.

And her breasts were divine; full, but not monstrous, firm and proud with the cutest little beaded-up nipples imaginable. As her hand ultimately drifted down to wash her belly, Wy realized she was no longer Smurfette. She was a naked, blue-faced woman, a woman in a shower with him, an attractive woman with beautiful breasts and the cutest puss he had ever seen.

And the prior issue affecting him was gone. He felt himself harden, his cock reaching for the sky.

"I guess I don't look like Smurfette anymore," she giggled.

"No, well, except for your face, you don't."

"I know how to get around that."

"How?"

"Watch." She reached over, grabbed his cock and lowered her head to him. And she was right. All he could see was the back of her head and her normal hair. And all he could feel was her lips, tongue and throat as she began to give him the blow job of his life. Below, her hand was making magic, rubbing him up and down in time with her head bobbing. But it was her licking right below his head alternating with deep throating which drove him rapidly to the brink of coming. He tapped her head while warning her of his impending orgasm, but she only nodded and continued her assault.

It was all too much. Wy fell back to the wall of the tub and as water continued raining down from above, he felt the most powerful surges as he emptied himself into her throat. When he was done and he felt her stir, he opened his eyes to a wonderful sight: Smurfette's face was washing away and Lexi's face was emerging as the shower pounded down from above. He pulled her to him, tipped her head up to him and murmured, "Smurfette is washing away, but the most beautiful creature is taking her place." A warm, sexy kiss followed, a kiss interrupted by the sudden cooling of the water.

"Ach! We're out of hot water," she screamed before reaching up and turning off the handles. "Am I clean enough for you?"

"Definitely. There's still a little blue right here by your left ear."

"It won't turn you off, will it?" she teased.

"Nope."

"Then let's get dried off and see what else the former Smurfette might have in store."

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Lexi was thrilled Wy's temporary 'problem' was just that, temporary. She liked giving head. She liked the power and being in control. She liked a man's subtle smell as long as he was reasonably bathed. And surprisingly, she liked the taste of come. It varied from man to man and even from time to time in any given man, but there was always an underlying taste which she enjoyed.

Once the hot water ran out, she pulled him out of the shower and handed him a large bath towel. She playfully slapped his hand when he began to dry himself, proclaiming he was to dry her and she him. "So, get busy."

Wy quickly dried her back and buttocks but seemed to slow down as he took care of her front. He seemed to dawdle over her breasts, but went even slower when he reached her pelvis. She liked the attention, but at the same time, wanted to get into bed and get down to business.

"Alright, already, I'm dry down there."

"I beg to differ. The more I try to dry you, the wetter you get," he laughed.

"Quit sopping up the moisture and you'll be glad later on."

"Promise?"

"Absolutely."

"OK, I pronounce you dry."

"Forgot my hair. Here, let me." She grabbed the towel and worked vigorously, trying to dry it while he quickly finished toweling himself off. A few minutes later, she proclaimed herself 'dry enough,' grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine and led him to the bed.

As they sat there chatting, she was pleased to see Wy was not a one-and-done kind of guy. His generous cock was straining upward almost as if he hadn't recently come in her mouth. 'Maybe he's good for another round or two,' she mused.

"Ah, my hair's pretty much dry so I can lie down and not get the pillow wet," she said before adding, "Hint, hint. And I'm clean and on the pill."

"Me, too, that is, clean."

"Good. So, uh, is this where you try to charm me out of my knickers?"

"Since you're already out of your knickers, I'd have to say 'No,' but I would add that this is where I ask for another kiss."

She was secretly thrilled. Even though they had already used fingers and mouths on each other, he was still polite enough to ask for the next step. She scooted over to him, took the glass from his fingers and tipped her head up. The kiss was sweet. The kiss was teasing. The kiss was arousing. The kiss was simply wonderful.

And so was the next one. And the next. Before she knew it, she found herself turned on and ready for what was to come next. She reached down and gently rubbed his penis using some of his pre-come for lubrication with one hand while she guided his hand to her lips with her other hand. She was pleased he took the hint and began to stimulate Pearl with exactly the right amount of pressure and frequency.

It wasn't long until she realized she wanted him, needed him in her. She nudged him over onto his back and crawled on him while grabbing his wonderful cock.

"I want him in me. Interested?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Good. Now you lie there and I'll do all the work."

"Can't I touch you?"

"God, yes. Touch, feel, rub. And don't forget the girls," she said as she slid herself down and began to rub Pearl on him. She liked forward and backward thrusts followed by circular gyrations, all of which sent wonderful happy zings right to her brain. And Wy didn't disappoint. He let one hand rub around her butt and even teasingly close to her rosebud while the other stroked her nipples, first one and then the other.

"A little harder on the nips would be ok," she hissed. If nothing else, Wy knew how to follow instructions and before she knew it, she was racing towards another orgasm. When it hit, her mind lit up like a fireworks display as waves of ecstasy rocked her from pelvis to brain. She was vaguely aware of Wy thrusting vigorously into her as she climaxed.

Once her climax subsided, she collapsed on him, gasping for air while enjoying his loving caresses on her back. Eventually, she pulled back and reached for a kiss. The kiss was seemingly perfect; warm, tender, emotional and connecting. 'I could go for his kisses a lot more,' she thought.

A few minutes later, she crawled off him and lay on her side next to him. She lightly rubbed his chest while his arms kept her cradled. 'This is so nice, this is just the way it ought to be and...'

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Wy became aware of a gradual lightening in the room, a lightening which told him day was dawning. As he lay there curled up behind her, he relived the evening before. Lexi was a fantastic woman and a wonderful lover, a lover who didn't seem to have any immediate, major hangups. She was obviously proud of her sexy body and even did the Smurfette thing again for him, although that caused a major hiccup in his libido until she washed the paint away. It had been kinda funny, in retrospect. He had never had trouble with his erections before, but there was something in her outfit, or lack of outfit, that looked waaay too young. The thing that pleased him the most was her simply taking care of the problem without making a big deal of it or teasing him. She merely dealt with the issue and before he knew it, they were both having wonderful sex together.

All of these memories racing through his brain, along with the feel of her tush up against his pelvis, resulted in a natural masculine phenomenon. As his cock began to swell, he gently pulled himself back a few inches to give himself some room.

"Oh, no you don't," came a soft whisper, "You get back here."

"Morning."

"It's a good morning any time I wake up with two wonderful guys in bed with me."

"Two?"

"Yeah. You and little you, though he's not that little," she giggled.

"Thanks, but he's about average."

"Sir, if that is average, I'm not sure I'd be up for big." She pulled his arm tightly to her chest, allowing his fingers to rub her wonderful boob, which only further enhanced his erection. As her nipples beaded up, she relaxed her hold on his hand while sighing softly. Wy began to slide his hand down her belly and once it reached the promised land, her legs inched apart, allowing him access. A quick trip down her pelvis led to Pearl and her slit. He retrieved some moisture from below and began to rub tiny circles over her clit to her obvious delight.

After a minute or two of her squirming deliciously, she pulled away and turned to face him, asking for a kiss. Wy was always aware of morning mouth, but she did not seem to be bothered as she attacked his mouth with hers.

She broke the kiss and whispered, "You're on top, OK?"

Wy nodded yes, she stretched out on her back and reached one hand around his back and the other found his erect cock. She stroked it a few times between her lips and once she was satisfied, she centered it and asked him to push.

As he slid in, he was again struck by how wonderful she felt. Sure, a lot of the sensation was simple nerve endings responding to the oldest dance of time, but somehow this was more than that. This was a closeness and a bonding of two souls, sensations he had never had before. And those sensations were simply beyond belief.

Following her verbal instructions and nonverbal clues, Wy found himself thrusting slowly in and out, enjoying every millimeter as he pushed in and the same millimeters as he withdrew. Her arms around his low back pulled at him when he withdrew and the rhythmic squelching noise of his thrusting was music to his ears, outdone only by her soft moans of desire.

On and on he thrust. On and on she counterthrust. As his speed picked up and her moans became louder, he began to experience an unwanted urgency, an urgency that could result in one very frustrated woman.

He did what he could to distract his mind, but with no success, so he sank into her and remained still for a few seconds.

"Noooo. What's wrong?" she asked.

"Uh, ah, a little too close, I'm afraid."

"But I'm getting closer, too. Here, let me do this."

He felt her hand slide down between them and a few seconds later, he could tell her hand was making rhythmic motions.

"OK, now start up again," she whispered.

Wy began thrusting in and out again as she rubbed herself, seemingly in time with his thrusts. Not having to worry about her pleasure made things so much more comfortable for him and he was able to continue without pausing. After several minutes, her breathing accelerated and her moans became louder. It was clear she was getting far more excited which pleased him and allowed him to concentrate more on his own pleasure.

After another minute or so, she arched her back, her breathing became erratic and her moans turned into cries of release, causing him to follow with his own orgasm, an orgasm that simply blew his mind. He had had many orgasms previously with other women and by his own hand, but this one seemed to be particularly powerful, particularly strong and particularly meaningful.

After he collapsed on her, they exchanged gentle kisses and murmured 'sweet nothings' into each other's ears. A few minutes later, he gently rolled off her and pulled her to him in a close, loving hug.

"That was nice, super nice," she whispered.

"Even though you had to help yourself?"

"Are you upset... or embarrassed?"

"A little mad with myself, I guess."

"Listen, you, let me tell you something right now. It is harder for women, for me, to come in that position and helping myself is just a means to an end. It still feels great having you inside me, you know, thrusting and all and it feels waaaay better than when I jill off by myself. So don't be mad at yourself. Be happy that I'm happy. And I am very, very happy with you."

"You mean it?"

"Heck, yeah, I mean it. I can't remember when I've ever felt so good."

"You know, it's kinda erotic, for me at least, watching a woman do herself."

"Well, if you're good, maybe some day I'll let you watch me," she giggled. "Do I use one finger or two? One hand inside or not? Toys? Well, of course I use toys, but which ones? Ass play? Yeah, I think it'd be fun to tease you with it, you know, me playing sexual solitaire while I make you sit across the room and watch."

"As long as I get to play with you at the end."

"Hmm, maybe I'd leave you high and dry. How would you like that?"

"Jeez, you almost sound sadistic," he chuckled.

"Nope. It would just give me a chance to watch you, too."

"What have I gotten myself into?"

"Honey, if the past few months and the last eighteen hours have told me anything, it's that I think we've both gotten ourselves into something very, very nice."

"Yeah, I kinda agree," he said as he tipped his head over for a warm, loving kiss.

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Eighteen months later

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"Phew! That was wild," she said as she tried to catch her breath.

"Like it?"

"God, yes! And that thing you did with your tongue at the end, oh sweet Jesus, did it ever send me."

"I guess you are proof that the old saying about a wedding cake lowering a woman's libido is not correct."

"Oh, it definitely is not correct. In fact, all I could think about while Reverend Michael was blabbing on and on was this; us, in bed together, tonight."

"But at that point you still hadn't had the cake."

"True, but I did have some later and after that, well, the reception dragged on way too long."

"So, you still have a healthy appetite."

"For what you just did to me? Hell yes, I have an appetite and I'll keep having an appetite."

"Good, 'cause I don't want to be seen as always pushing too much for sex."

"Honey, I don't see that happening and even if it does, I know how I can stop you."

"What? 'Not tonight, Dear, I have a headache.'?"

"No, I've got a better way."

"What's that?"

"I'll just paint myself blue and white," she giggled.

"Come here, you little stinker," he responded as he chased her across the bed.

"Help! Help!" she laughed, "A big ol' mean man is going... Mmm." A minute later she broke the kiss and looked up at him, "With kisses like yours, I'll never need any paint at all."

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Trionyx -- Halloween 2026

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A story of a woman using masturbation to please her man can be found at Ladies Come First

Another story of a man not rising to the occasion can be found at Nude on the Job