Samantha's brow furrowed in response to Howie's question. "What do you mean? This isn't going to hurt is it?" she asked scrunching up her face as well.

"No! Samantha I would never, even in fun, do anything that might hurt you!" he replied kissing her wrinkled brow. "I just need for you to take off your shirt-but I want you to keep the blindfold on-which is why I wanted to make sure you trusted me, you know." he explained brushing his lips to hers.

"Is that all? I thought you were going to tattoo me or pierce a body part or something!" she responded taking the tail of her T-shirt and carefully pulling it over her head so as not to disturb the mask.

Howie took the shirt from her and tossed it off the bed. He then took a moment to savor the sight of her bare breasts before allowing the game to progress. He leaned down and in turn took each breast into his mouth, teasing Samantha's already erect nipples to even higher peaks. Samantha felt the now familiar butterflies begin their dance inside her abdomen. Howie placed a quick kiss in the valley between her breasts before giving her instructions for the next phase of the game. Setting one bowl on the floor and the other beside him he explained the next phase of his game to Samantha. "For this part of the game I need for you to lie down on your back." he directed noting the strain of the fabric near his groin.

'I am loving this game!' Samantha thought as she scooted down flat on to the bed. 'Howie has been planning this longer than a day I think. I just wish I could see his face though. I am positive he has that cute little boy look I adore so much on his face right now!' Once in position she decided to ask "Howie...how much longer do I need to wear this blindfold? I want to see your eyes!"

Howie smiled down at Samantha and replied "Not much longer. This is the last part of the game I want to surprise you with." He thought for a second and then added "It isn't too tight is it?" When Samantha shook her head no, he proceeded to explain what he was going to do and what he wanted her to do. "I am going paint a picture on you and I want you to guess what it is and also what my 'paint' is made of." he stated a grin spreading over his face. "Are you up for the challenge?" he inquired.

"So you are an visual artist as well as a musical artist? My aren't you the talented one!" Samantha teased. "Paint away!" she answered enthusiastically.

"I didn't say I could paint well!" Howie laughed dipping his brush into his 'paint'. "Oh! The pictures form a sentence when completed." he added. He then proceeded to draw an arc on the upper portion of Samantha's stomach. He dipped his brush back into the dish and painted another arc going the opposite way on the lower portion of her stomach, connecting the 2 where the ends of the sections met.

Samantha giggled softly. "Quit moving!" Howie teased "I can't paint on a canvas that moves!" Samantha scrunched up her eyes beneath the mask and bit her lip. "But you are tickling me!" she replied with another giggle.

Howie kissed her stomach between the 2 arcs, sending her into another series of giggles. He took the paintbrush and painted a half circle on the left side of the shape, connecting the upper and lower portions of the arcs. He then repeated the procedure on the right side. Lastly, he painted a ring around Samantha's bellybutton and filled it in with paint. He sat back and looked at his work before asking "Do you know what I painted?"

Samantha reviewed Howie's strokes in her head. She pursed her lips and then hesitantly replied "I think it was either the sun or an eyeball..."

"The sun?" Howie laughed and Samantha shrugged her shoulders. "I'll erase the canvas and go on to the next word. It should help you get the first word." Howie set the bowl carefully on the bed beside him and then reached into the bowl on the floor and took out a piece of ice. He trailed it along his painting. Samantha shrieked when the cold ice came in contact with her warm skin. Howie lowered his body so his head was even with his 'canvas'. Slowly, he used his tongue to trail the ice around his painting, he licked away all of the 'paint' he had just used to create his first picture, pausing periodically to place kisses on Samantha's chest and stomach. 'She has an incredibly sexy tummy!' he thought as he worked his way around, making sure he removed every drop of 'paint'.

Samantha tried not to laugh as Howie licked the 'paint' off of her. 'This is actually an extremely erotic experience!' she thought as Howie's tongue caressed her body turning the cold ice trail into a warm passionate trail full of kisses. She thought she was going to implode when he ran his tongue around the inside of her bellybutton, sucking the 'paint' out of the small hole. Without realizing it, she moaned softly "Mmmm."

Howie took Samantha's little moan as a signal his game was having the desired results on her. 'She probably has no idea how close she made me come to forgetting the game and simply ravaging her body!' he thought. 'Seeing her squirm with delight is too visually stimulating to give up yet though!' He picked up his brush and began his next picture. He started his stroke just left of the center of her chest, making a circle about 2 inches in diameter. He filled it in with 'paint'. He then made an identical circle to the right of center. Howie then loaded his brush with 'paint' and joined the 2 circles bring then to a point at Samantha's bellybutton. He sat up and once again admired his creativity before asking her what she thought the picture was.

"I know this one!" Samantha replied excitedly. "You painted a heart!"

"Very good!" Howie smiled and kissed her. "Now I get to clean up the canvas again!" he added raising his eyebrows and eagerly grabbing another piece of ice and lowering his mouth back to Samantha's stomach. He vigorously lapped up the water and 'paint' suddenly wanting this part of the game to end so they could move on to the final portion. He dipped the brush into the bowl and began his final picture. "This last one is an easy one." he said as he made a horseshoe shaped symbol. He added a line running down the right side of the symbol and pronounced his painting complete. "Well" he asked with some trepidation "Do you know the words in my painting?"

Samantha smiled up at the man she was so enamored with and replied softly "I Love You too!" Howie grabbed another piece of ice and finished cleaning his canvas. Samantha was becoming incredibly aroused by the cold and hot sensations Howie was creating while erasing his painting. She reached out in front of her and grabbed a hold of Howie's shirt, pulling him down to kiss him. She parted her lips and was instantly greeted by Howie's tongue. She broke the kiss and muttered softly "Strawberries...your paint was made of strawberries." She resumed the kiss, sucking Howie's tongue back into her mouth.