Greg visits an Art exhibition and experiences Art
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Entering the front door to Nichola’s condo I could hear soft soothing music coming from within the house. Experience has taught me that this is one of those divine times where she would not be disturbed. All her energy is concentrated on her work at time like this and any disturbance could lead to a woman out of hell.
We met at an art gallery in the City where she was exhibiting her work. I was bent over low to read the name of the artist of the particular work and an intoxicating voice said: “Nic, short for Nichola”. My eyes first caught the heels, then the stockings with a little rose gracing a very slender ankle. As my eyes traversed upwards I took everything in. The calves, the knees and a bit of thigh interrupted by a little black cocktail dress.
Slender fingers held a glass of red wine extended to my hand…I was at a loss for words but not oblivious to the petite dark headed woman offering me a glass of wine. Gently taking it from her, my eyes flashed toward her torso, taking in a very well rounded pair and then it only dawned on me to make eye contact. “Greg, nice meeting you” I stammered back
“Enjoy what you see?”
“Yes, it’s a magnificent piece”, I stammered, not really knowing whether it be the painting or the woman out of my most sacred dreams that is being referred to.
Her eyes were like emeralds, her nose a well placed gem on her face with a full set of lips to accentuate it.
We made small talk about her collection, moving from one art work to another.
“You are one very sexy woman” it dropped out of my mouth without me even considering the words or the possible consequences. “Thank you” came the well articulated reply between lips that showed a hint of a smile and was supported by a glint in her eyes.
She was talking about the different styles and disciplines, from the Renaissance all the way to the contemporary trends but I did not hear a word. I was hanging on her mouth…not her lips.
“Excuse me,” she said suddenly, “but do I have ‘fuck me’ written all over my face”. Without thinking my sharp wit answered on my behalf. “Sorry, I am illiterate; you’ll have to show me”.
She took me by the hand and lead me to a secluded spot where you could see over a partition but not what was on the floor behind it. She kissed me passionately and I answered with a duelling tongue in her hot wet mouth. A few short minutes left us both breathless and we stared into each others eyes for what seemed like eternity. I slipped my left hand around her slim waist, feeling the heat radiated from her body through her cocktail dress. My right hand instinctively covered her 36D left breast and I lightly squeezed. A slight gasp left her mouth and our lips locked again.
The next moment I felt a small but knowing hand rubbing my rock hard cock through my pants. She unbuckled my belt and deftly removed my pulsing manhood from my trousers.
“This is going to be my best art exhibition ever”, she gasped, looking me straight in the eyes while feeling my hot, pulsating cock.
Without wasting any further effort she knelt in front of me and started licking up and down my shaft. I was in another world; I mean anybody could come around the corner any moment. As for me, I was gonna come around the corner soon. And that predicament she could read in my eyes all the time while teasing and sucking me.
She moved further down and gently sucked first one testicle and then another. I silently thanked my stars for shaving by cock and sack as far down as possible. I was as smooth as a mirror and very sensitive under the ministrations of her super hot, wet tongue.
She replaced her mouth with her soft hands and licked further of my shaft, getting to the top, gently nibbling my crown then teasing my slit with her tongue. All the time while grinning like a Cheshire Cat. She licked in circles around my glistening knob, teasing the pre-cum with the tip of her tongue. Then she engulfed me taking the first half of my stiff cock deep in her throat. I could feel I was right past her reflux as she swallowed twice, gripping my crown in her throat and gently squeezing my testicles. Momentarily she came up and went down again, this time sucking as if her life depended on it. She looked up and she could see the lust burning in my eyes. She could also see that it was not going to be long before I started painting her throat with my hot, creamy cum.
Sensing my concern about being discovered, she came up. “warn me if anybody comes”, then dipped down again and sucked for effect. “Does that include me?” I asked before she could engulf my whole shaft.
“Hmmm” and I felt the vibrations running up my shaft right into my testicles. She sensed I was close and started seriously massaging my testicles while sucking furiously on my cock.
I could feel my nuts starting to burn, a scratching sensation moving up my cock as the cum started racing toward the tip of my cock. I clenched my teeth, trying not to make a sound for fear of being heard. “NNNNGGGGG” was all I could muster and my balls exploded inside her throat, She moved up and the next two squirts of hot, creamy cum filled her mouth, a small stream escaping the corner of her mouth. She put up her best effort and continued to swallow all I had to give her. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, she completely sucked all the cum out of me. She let my still hard cock out of her mouth with a plop and smiled, “no, it does not include you”.
To be continued…? Well, you decide…
Entering the front door to Nichola’s condo I could hear soft soothing music coming from within the house. Experience has taught me that this is one of those divine times where she would not be disturbed. All her energy is concentrated on her work at time like this and any disturbance could lead to a woman out of hell.
We met at an art gallery in the City where she was exhibiting her work. I was bent over low to read the name of the artist of the particular work and an intoxicating voice said: “Nic, short for Nichola”. My eyes first caught the heels, then the stockings with a little rose gracing a very slender ankle. As my eyes traversed upwards I took everything in. The calves, the knees and a bit of thigh interrupted by a little black cocktail dress.
Slender fingers held a glass of red wine extended to my hand…I was at a loss for words but not oblivious to the petite dark headed woman offering me a glass of wine. Gently taking it from her, my eyes flashed toward her torso, taking in a very well rounded pair and then it only dawned on me to make eye contact. “Greg, nice meeting you” I stammered back
“Enjoy what you see?”
“Yes, it’s a magnificent piece”, I stammered, not really knowing whether it be the painting or the woman out of my most sacred dreams that is being referred to.
Her eyes were like emeralds, her nose a well placed gem on her face with a full set of lips to accentuate it.
We made small talk about her collection, moving from one art work to another.
“You are one very sexy woman” it dropped out of my mouth without me even considering the words or the possible consequences. “Thank you” came the well articulated reply between lips that showed a hint of a smile and was supported by a glint in her eyes.
She was talking about the different styles and disciplines, from the Renaissance all the way to the contemporary trends but I did not hear a word. I was hanging on her mouth…not her lips.
“Excuse me,” she said suddenly, “but do I have ‘fuck me’ written all over my face”. Without thinking my sharp wit answered on my behalf. “Sorry, I am illiterate; you’ll have to show me”.
She took me by the hand and lead me to a secluded spot where you could see over a partition but not what was on the floor behind it. She kissed me passionately and I answered with a duelling tongue in her hot wet mouth. A few short minutes left us both breathless and we stared into each others eyes for what seemed like eternity. I slipped my left hand around her slim waist, feeling the heat radiated from her body through her cocktail dress. My right hand instinctively covered her 36D left breast and I lightly squeezed. A slight gasp left her mouth and our lips locked again.
The next moment I felt a small but knowing hand rubbing my rock hard cock through my pants. She unbuckled my belt and deftly removed my pulsing manhood from my trousers.
“This is going to be my best art exhibition ever”, she gasped, looking me straight in the eyes while feeling my hot, pulsating cock.
Without wasting any further effort she knelt in front of me and started licking up and down my shaft. I was in another world; I mean anybody could come around the corner any moment. As for me, I was gonna come around the corner soon. And that predicament she could read in my eyes all the time while teasing and sucking me.
She moved further down and gently sucked first one testicle and then another. I silently thanked my stars for shaving by cock and sack as far down as possible. I was as smooth as a mirror and very sensitive under the ministrations of her super hot, wet tongue.
She replaced her mouth with her soft hands and licked further of my shaft, getting to the top, gently nibbling my crown then teasing my slit with her tongue. All the time while grinning like a Cheshire Cat. She licked in circles around my glistening knob, teasing the pre-cum with the tip of her tongue. Then she engulfed me taking the first half of my stiff cock deep in her throat. I could feel I was right past her reflux as she swallowed twice, gripping my crown in her throat and gently squeezing my testicles. Momentarily she came up and went down again, this time sucking as if her life depended on it. She looked up and she could see the lust burning in my eyes. She could also see that it was not going to be long before I started painting her throat with my hot, creamy cum.
Sensing my concern about being discovered, she came up. “warn me if anybody comes”, then dipped down again and sucked for effect. “Does that include me?” I asked before she could engulf my whole shaft.
“Hmmm” and I felt the vibrations running up my shaft right into my testicles. She sensed I was close and started seriously massaging my testicles while sucking furiously on my cock.
I could feel my nuts starting to burn, a scratching sensation moving up my cock as the cum started racing toward the tip of my cock. I clenched my teeth, trying not to make a sound for fear of being heard. “NNNNGGGGG” was all I could muster and my balls exploded inside her throat, She moved up and the next two squirts of hot, creamy cum filled her mouth, a small stream escaping the corner of her mouth. She put up her best effort and continued to swallow all I had to give her. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, she completely sucked all the cum out of me. She let my still hard cock out of her mouth with a plop and smiled, “no, it does not include you”.
To be continued…? Well, you decide…
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