The show had already begun. You were here already, at one of the largest art exhibitions in the area, and it was your work that was on display, front and center, for all to see. The sun had already long since set, but the lighting on each piece of art was just right. You are here as part of the “Young Artists Showcase”, where you and a few others get to catch the eyes of the area’s foremost art collectors, who are looking for the next big artist’s work.
I make it into the building a few minutes later than I wanted to, but I see you right away, lit up from above as though you were a piece of art in your own right. You are wearing burgundy and gold, in the form of a loose, flowing dress, short enough to show your brown boots, and a big smile with unusually intense lips, which I love.
I get to you, and we hug for a second longer than is appropriate in public. You’re nervous, and I said I’d be here for you so that you have a friendly face in the room whenever you need one. We chat briefly, and I move in to give you a quick kiss. You giggle and move away quickly with a coy, “I’m working; don’t mess up my makeup!” and a little shove.
I’m not here to buy, mostly because I know you’d give me anything I wanted if I asked, so I watch your work be admired by others.
As you run off to be a professional artist, I sit and admire your work. You started out as an easy, romantic painter in watercolor, but your recent work is getting more edgy, as if inspired from a different place. There are more reds and blacks and grays, more silhouettes of women and their curves, some in positions that are less than modest.
Every now and then, you get a break from talking and selling and I take the opportunity to slide by and plant a few words in your ear in a whisper. The first time, it’s “What I wouldn’t give to kiss you right now.” The second time, it’s “I want to touch every last inch of your body.” By the time I’m ready for the third, you find me and run your fingernails across the back of my neck, making me shiver deeply, whispering, “Two can play at this game, my dear.”
The night wears on, but it’s going very well for you. Sold stickers are on almost all of your works and the crowd is starting to thin. I am ready to leave, but you have to stay a bit longer, so we part with a hug and one last whisper from me: “Imagine what we can do without all of these people around.” As those words are spoken, a copy of my hotel room key passes into your hand, and I whisper the name and room number in place of a goodbye. We’ve been on dates before, but this one is going to be very different.
A bit later, I’ve made it back to the room, and I hear the click I’ve been waiting for at the door. There you are, in all of your successful glory, smiling ear to ear and ready to finish what we started.
I’m already lying on the bed, so you climb on top with the incredible comfort of familiarity, and start talking about your evening with your body strategically placed so that your legs are on either side of me and the rest of you is right where it needs to be. While you chat away gleefully, you make a production of spreading your dress out just perfectly to show me that you know that there’s nothing between your body and my pants but a whisper of fabric, and you hope that I can feel your excitement. I’m almost certain that you can feel mine, since I’ve been in that state of partial arousal for hours now and your mounting my body easily finishes the job.
When you pause to take a breath from your happy descriptions of the evening, you lean over me, showing your breasts to me as your dress opens at the top, and breathy and excited, you say, “You can mess up my makeup now. Please mess up my makeup now.”
With that, we kiss, harder than usual, a product of the energy of the day along with passion that we’ve never quite been able to express. While our lips are exploring one another, your hips start to move, my body responds, and we are cursing those layers of clothing between us.
But soon, they will be gone, and a long, beautiful night begins….
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5c91zg/mixing_business_and_pleasure_mf
Nice build up…