An orgasm was approaching, and only that focused all my attention ...

- A-aa!

Powerfully flinching all over, I finished.

Recovering, I saw stunned Anton, with a brush in his hand. Looking at myself, I found that almost my whole body was painted with white paint.

“How will I wash now,” I thought lazily.

I climbed up the stairs.

- Wow! - impressed by what he saw, said Anton.

- Cool? Yes? - I asked.

- Yeah! Come to our bachelor party.

- So. You go again?

- Well, come? - he pleaded.

“Nooo ...,” I replied.

“I think you have no option, Chris,” said Anton in some other tone.

“Look,” he added, pointing to the window.

- Where to look? - I did not understand.

He took the phone in his hand and dialed the number.

“Dimonych, blink the light,” he asked into the phone, and then, turning to me again, “you see in the opposite window.”

Anton showed me the window across the street opposite the house. There suddenly a ray of light caught fire and blinking several times, went out.

- What is it? - I asked, not yet understanding anything.

- This, Dimonych shined the light of his camcorder ...

Some vague bad suspicions began to emerge in my head, but Anton was ahead of them.

- My friend Dimka, filmed the whole show on a video camera. And his camera is expensive, with a good zoom ...

I got cold inside ...

- Well, and you bastard! - From resentment, I was ready to cry.

- Write down my number, - said Anton, - I have it simple. Apartment number, house number and school number ...

I didn't listen to him ...

Grabbing my things, I rushed to the front door. Without dressing, taking in my hands boots, a jacket and a bag with purchased things, I, as I was, naked and covered in paint, went out into the stairwell.

“Come on Saturday night,” Anton managed to say next to me before I slammed the door behind me.

It was already quite late and, thank God, nobody met me on the stairs. Going down one floor, I was at the door to my apartment. While I was looking for the keys in my purse, I realized that I was smearing both my jacket and boots in the paint. Well, that new dress and shoes were in the package.

Once in the apartment and turning on the light in the hallway, I saw myself in the mirror ... Almost all of my body was smeared with white paint, especially my breasts, legs and pisechka ... I looked very unusual. And what is most interesting, I did not look naked, despite the fact that I was completely naked. This fact surprised me a lot ...

The paint was already starting to dry out and unpleasantly tightened the skin - it was necessary to rinse it off urgently.

Climbing into the bath and turning on the water, I began to finish myself. The paint departed very reluctantly and I already began to worry if I could wash it at all. I did not regret the soap, but my soft washcloth did not cope well with the paint. I guessed to take a sponge for dishes and began to rub the rough side - that's when the paint began to move away. But it was quite painful to rub the body with such a sponge, especially when I washed such delicate places like breasts and pussy. The breasts reddened, the nipples swelled and itched unpleasantly. Most of all I suffered, of course, with my wrinkles, scrubbing with a sponge, almost turning the pussy inside out.

But inside it still failed to wash. I looked around, and my gaze stumbled upon a toothbrush. “This is an option,” I thought.

Soaping the brush, I began to scrub the inner walls of the vagina. It was painful and unpleasant.

As the blood rushed to my genitals, the pain gradually dulled and gave way to growing excitement.I already more boldly worked with a brush and my poor pussy just burned with fire.

Finally, I washed my body of paint. The skin on the body in places where I rubbed most intensely reddened and itched - I was all in red spots. By this time, I was already so tired that I no longer had the strength to wash off my jacket and boots ... I had to sleep.

The rest of the time until Saturday I spent in different feelings: on the one hand, I really wanted to go to the wedding. Wanted it like it's my wedding! I really wanted to wear my new dress, my little white shoes and ... And don’t wear anything else! Only a light satin dress with a large neckline and shoes! I imagined how I would look cool, what my feelings would be and I wanted the Saturday to come sooner.

I didn’t expect to see my friends at this wedding, and the fact that I wouldn’t have to justify anyone for my appearance would attract me. And Roma will only be happy if I am so lightly dressed.

On the other hand, I really did not want to go to Anton to the party, knowing full well what was waiting for me there. A group of young, drunken scumbags from whom you can expect anything.

And I was also worried that the sponge marks on my body would not pass until Saturday, and then “my” wedding was crying ...

But I worried in vain - on the third day there were no signs left and I began to actively prepare for the wedding.

In the salon I underwent a course of hair removal, did a manicure on the arms and legs, went to the solarium. Perhaps the bride for her wedding is not preparing as much as I was preparing. I terribly wanted to appear in my new dress, in shoes, but even more I wanted that there was nothing else out of the clothes on me except for shoes and dresses. I was just eager to appear in such a half-dressed, defiant form with a large gathering of people. The most amazing thing about this was that nobody knew me there! I was already anticipating general attention to my person, to my side, and imagining this picture, I already felt a pleasant familiar excitement in my naked pussy.

We agreed with Roma that in the morning he would drive straight to the entrance, and I would go out in the form that we dreamed of. Only a dress and shoes - no more clothes on me!

I spent the night restless - excitement did not allow me to fall asleep. In anticipation of tomorrow, I even forgot about the blackmail of Anton. And it was precisely for tomorrow that he invited me to his bachelor party. But I didn’t want to think about it at that moment.

In the morning I got up before the alarm clock rang, and began to clean up. I was waiting for Roma by the window. It was warm outside - the thermometer outside the window showed 0 degrees. The sky was covered with clouds, and snow fell from this gray darkness with large snowflakes. I imagined how I would go outside, how I would feel these falling, heavy snowflakes on my body ... Feeling the excitement growing in my pussy, I could hardly restrain myself not to leave the house earlier.

Finally, a familiar nine rolled up to the entrance.

- And here is Roma! - I cried happily, and taking in her handbag, hurried to the exit.

Having jumped into the car, and smacking Romik, I began to sit down on the seat, trying to straighten the dress.

- Yes, you're just a beauty today! - Roma delightedly said.

- Thank! And you, I look, look gorgeous! - I replied.

Roma was dressed in a dark suit that looked very elegant on his athletic figure.

We went with him to the registry office, in the town near Moscow, where this marriage took place. According to the plan, we had to leave the car there and make all our further movements on the machines ordered by the groom. The final destination of our honeymoon trip was a private house, also somewhere in the area where the table will be laid and where the main solemn part of the wedding was expected.

Romik told me all this on the way to the registry office. The snow continued to fall, spilling drifts. The cars drove neatly and in spite of Saturday there were a lot of them. I was paid attention and it inspired me - ...