There was something about the warm night air, the soft glow of the lighting, the wine being catered, the rumbling murmur of the crowd milling about the exhibit. New to town, I was stretching my socializing skills, hoping to meet a buyer for my paintings and had been happening upon open (and closed) exhibits throughout the area.
My curiosity in buyers was not straight forward since I didn’t have any pieces hung in any of the local shows; rather, my plan was to approach parties interested in pieces similar to my own style and discuss the work.
We hadn’t met before that night, but I’d seen you at another show across town the weekend before. I tried to reign in my imagination before it painted your silhouette, but I wasn’t quick enough. A well balanced women, not stilted on heels, not overdone in makeup, not necessarily even focused on the art in front of her. I approached in my usual way, but you had none of it. The frame of the painting was what caught your eye; perhaps a frame would better suit the seller. I enjoyed musing with you, exploring the often neglected ideas that generic crowds repeat at every show. Coffee sounded nice; you agreed.
Rain chased us down the block, splattering paving stones, passing taxis, and our somewhat protected heads. Sanctuary was found in an overhang to a café; a “closed” sign greeted us.
You live only a couple blocks away? I couldn’t impose on your hospitality, then again it would be obscene to refuse.
Upstairs we strip our wet jackets, puddles collecting around our feet as I take in the photographs lining the walls. My style. I comment on the aspect and lines and lighting and anything else I can think of to normalize the fact that you were the center subject, in all of them. Not all were clothed, not all were sexualized; however, it seemed you were more comfortable in your body than I had ever imagined being in mine.
Restraint led the way. We set a proper date for the following weekend.
Dinner was nice, we had gotten dressed up.
I saw a vent on the ground blowing air up and walked you past it. I smiled, thinking how great it would have been to lead you across it. Since you were wearing a cute light blue dress, and had informed me you were wearing black lace panties, I would have gotten a sneak peek from the air blowing straight up.
You had been frisky all night. Running your hand up my thigh while we were in the dark movie theatre, running your fingers dangerously close to my crotch. I had leaned in and told you to trace the outline of my cock and you humored me. Sex was on the horizon. If there hadn’t been other people in the theatre I would have made a move on you then and there. You had teased me continuously for the hour and a half and I was becoming ravenous.
You led me up our front steps, your ass bouncing slightly with each step under the dress. I held you back at the doorstep and made an act of an exaggerated goodbye. I pulled your hips to mine, looking into your dark grey eyes. Leaning forward 90% I made it clear I was coming in for a kiss, you met the last 10%. I held you in my arms for a moment, taking in your beauty.
The front door shut behind us and as it did so I turned, took both your hands in mine and pushed your back against the door. Putting your hands above your head and holding them with my left hand, a kissed you. You reciprocated. My tongue traced along your teeth and inside your mouth, dancing with your tongue.
My free hand slid down and felt your chest. The soft feeling of what lay behind your bra aroused me. You were changing the blood flow from my brain down to my other head. Pinning you against the wall and feeling you up was turning me on. I felt my face getting warm and my breathing deepen. My hand went further and further down, along the side of your hips. I lifted the bottom of your dress and traced the outline of your black lace panties with my right hand. Taking my time at the point of the triangle that met between your thighs. My heart was pounding. I hooked my index finger in your panties and snapped them. Both of my hands were now feeling you up, but you kept your hands high, wrapped them loosely around my neck, grabbing my hair, letting me explore your body. My focus was split between your lips, your your breasts, your upper thighs and lower stomach. I let my fingers barely touch your black lace, building your excitement steadily. Your kissing became rougher. You were biting more often, procuring a mumbled of “oh god” from me.
I reached around you, undid your dress and slid it off. Leaving you standing in your black lingerie. You pulled at my blue tie, tore off my white shirt, and let my pants hit the floor. I had forgotten how perfectly your ass cheeks fit in my hands. Reaching around you I snuck my fingers along the backside of your thong, glancing your asshole with a finger and moving down until I felt my fingers slip in wetness. Your back arched, encouraging me to go further towards your clit. I took my left hand and put pressure on your pussy from the front. Upon releasing you, I unclasped your bra and slipped it off your bare shoulders. I stepped back and looked at the ground. Retrieving my blue necktie that lay at your feet I asked you to give me your hands.
A firm, but soft knot now kept your hands together in front of you. Taking the long end of the tie, I led you with me toward the bedroom. I helped you lay down and I placed both your hands above your head. I took another necktie from my closet and returned to tie your ankles together, allowing you free range of spreading and closing your legs.
I wanted to put my mouth on your pussy. I wanted to keep you tied up and tease you to the point of excitement just before orgasm. Again, and again. But first, I had to look at you. I asked you to pose for me while I touched myself. With a smile you brought your legs up to your chest, exposing your pussy and ass to me. My heart was pounding, I could feel my cock pulse with arousal. Spreading your knees apart, your lower lips slowly spread. I wanted to touch you so badly. I wanted to make love to you.
You rolled yourself over, facing away from me, arching your ass up toward me, curving your lower back. With my left hand I wiped some of your wetness and touched the head of my dick, slowly spreading your lubricant down my shaft. I squeezed my dick and forced precum out, mixing our lubricants to please myself.
I took my free hand and caressed your ass, firmly grasping your left hip. Taking both hands I flipped you over onto your back and spread your legs wide. Pushing your legs up, I slipped my head between them and began kissing the insides of your thighs. Reaching around your hips, one of my hands assisted my tongue, massaging your clit and fingering your gspot, while the other reached up across your stomach, up to your soft breasts. I could feel my dick and balls pressing against the bed, and couldn’t help grinding against it as I ate you out. Your bound hands reached down and pushed my face into your clit, needing it to be played with. I slowly circled it with my tongue. Inserting my finger up to the second knuckle inside of you, I felt the ridges along your vaginal wall. I inserted another finger, filling you. I could feel you wall clench down on my fingers as I tongued your clit. You were soaking wet. I wanted to see how wet you were so I took my free hand and traced your lube from your pussy down past your asshole, spreading the wetness over both your ass cheeks. With my fingers covered in your lubricant, I slowly put a third finger into you. Filling you with one finger from my right hand, and two from my left.
I removed all stimulation and let you breath for a second. I escaped from between your legs and swung and shut them. Then I straddled you at your chest, laying my dick between your breasts. Spreading lubricant from a bottle over both of your tits. Once I was satisfied with the feeling, I pressed them together, closing them on my cock. I thrust slowly on your chest, knowing more of my precum was leaking onto your chest with each pump. It was a hot thought to me. The head of my dick peeked out from the top of your tits with each thrust, engorged with arousal.
I slid down to your stomach and massaged your nipples while I leaned forward and kissed you. With your hands still bound, I felt you move them down along my stomach, searching for my cock. When you found it, you took it in both hands and started rubbing blood up the shaft into the head. I let out a moan. You reached down and touched yourself, lubricating your hands. When you placed your hands back on me, the feel of skin on skin wetness set in. You bit my lip and began stroking harder, not faster. As I increased my moans and volume, you started rubbing my length quicker, still squeezing when going up the shaft in order to give me the most pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building. I began telling you that you’re going to make me cum. You’re going to make me cum.
I came all across your chest. It was a huge orgasm. It was so intense that I had to lean over while I thrusted, my hands holding both your breasts. It shot all over your chest and you had my cum dribbling off of your chin from a long shot.
“Now it’s your turn”
I slid back, sitting just below your legs, spreading them and giving myself access to all of you. I turned my attention to your clit. Lightly massaging it while inserting two fingers into you.
“Cum for me. I want you to come on my hand for me.”
Your hips were grinding deeply against my fingers inside you and I was quickening my pace of rubbing your clit. You started moaning:
“Keep going. Oh don’t stop. Oh… oh don’t stop”
You were visibly shaking, and slowly clenching your core more and more as the orgasm built. Your forehead was wrinkled up in pleasure. Your chest was rising. And then your whole body quivered. I felt your walls clenching on my hand and I could see your abdomen flexing in sync with the orgasm.
It lasted close to a lifetime. I fell on top of you cradling your head. Our chests were now both covered with my cum. I kissed you gently. Pulling back to look in your grey-blue eyes.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nfnaf1/from_art_show_to_bedroom_m4f
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