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The Art Museum
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Subject: The Art Museum...
They stood side by side, his arm still trapped in her folded elbows, as
she
slowly relaxed from the orgasm which the touch of his delicate fingers
had
just given her. Slowly she leaned over and placed her head against his
shoulder, resting.
He was stunned and stirred and the blood coursed through him, moving
steadily
to his trobbing organ which now threatened to erupt from it's covering
beneath his belt. But he was also pleased at having provided some
pleasure
for this beautiful and mysterious woman, and giddy with the thought of
what
might follow. It did not take long for him to find out, for she suddenly
straightened herself, sighed and turned to look back down the long, now
deserted hallway toward the junction some yards distant. The sounds of
footsteps were less frequent now, as the museum was preparing to close,
and
patrons were moving away, toward the distant entrances, slipping out of
the
building, down the steps and into the rain soaked streets of the city.
He
realized that their time was growing short, and he felt a surge of
disappointment that this wonderful, unexpected interlude might shortly
come
to an end and he might never see this amazing woman again.
And as if she sensed his fears, she quickly clasped his hand and moved
toward
the near end of the hall, pulling him along with her, to where a small
nitch
cut into the wall, practically masking all view of what might go on
within it
from distant, prying eyes. Quickly spinning him and pressing his back
against
the wall of the nitch, her fingers reached down and found his belt,
swiftly
and expertly opening it, running the zipper down and, with a sharp tug,
the
burning cock leapt forth, stabbing upward into the air. She took it in
her
hand and stroked it, leaning in to kiss him, hard, almost violently, her
tongue darting into his mouth, finding, capturing and sucking on his own
tongue. He felt the tingling beginning to rise within him and strained
to
fight it back, to keep from exploding in her hand. But then she pulled
her
mouth back and her eyes locked on his, desperately, urgently.
She pressed herself close, their stomachs touching and he felt her left
leg
suddenly raised, the slim calf dragging up across his buttocks and
gripping
his waist. Then her hand tipped his organ outwards from between them and
she
rose up on her tiptoes, working it outwards, until he could feel the
head of
his organ placed between the now warm, wet lips between her legs. She
tipped
her hips forward to recieve him and then lowered herself, stabbing the
cock
into herself, turning her hips forward, opening to him, feeling him
slide
into her. When the base of his cock ground against her own pubic hair,
she
released the organ and wrapped both arms around his neck, leaning back,
dangerously. He quickly took her waist and steadied her, and then she
was
moving, rocking slowly back and forth, grinding the organ from side to
side
within herself, riding it, straining to bathe every part of her insides
with
it's touch. He began to roll his hips forward and back, withdrawing his
cock
until it almost slipped from her, then stabbing forward to impale her
once
more. In moments he could feel his climax begin to build in the
tormented
cock but the moan that escaped her told him she was also approaching her
own
orgasm and he changed his motion to sharp thrusts against her, stabbing
her,
straining to fill her...
Soon she jolted in his arms and leaned up to wrap her arms tightly
around his
neck and shuddered against him. He could feel the moisture of her swell,
feel
it leak from their joined bodies, feel the slipperiness of it as it
coated
her upper thighs, and the short, sharp contractions of her insides as
they
gripped him, milking him. Yet he felt his own need subsiding, ebbing
away in
the wonder of having fulfilled her yet again.
And then he felt her leg slide down his back and his cock slipped from
her as
she stepped back slightly, still holding him, struggling to maintain her
balance.
Again, her mouth found his and this time the kiss was deep and full,
their
tongues dancing equally together, their fluids mixing, their bodies
tingling
and fulfilled.
Before he could speak, however, she pulled herself free from him and
turned,
suddenly pressing her backside against his crotch, her hands already
folding
up the skirt out of the way, revealing the round, soft flesh of her to
him.
And then she bent from the waist, her ass sliding up slightly, the head
of
his cock coming to rest between the cheeks. Then her hand reached
around,
took the organ in delicate fingertips and tipped to toward the tiny,
tight
opening that was now opened to him as she spread her legs and leaned
forward
with the other hand to brace herself against the base of a statue.
He stood totally still, unsure of hurting her, but she positioned the
head of
his cock against her opening, and pushed back with her hips, slowly,
steadily. The organ strained against her, threatening to slip aside, and
then
the tip slipped into her tightness, spreading her slightly as it
entered. He
heard her gasp but she did not stop pressing back and slowly, tightly,
he
slipped into her, inch by inch, until he was nestled deep within her
bowels.
He felt her free hand reach between her legs and lightly stroke at the
base
of his cock for only a moment, before it's fingertips turned their
attention
to her own burning clit. And he stood perfectly still, absorbing the
incredible sensation of her tightness and allowing her to set the tempo
of
the act. She began to swing her hips, slowly, side to side, her insides
performing a maddening, lust driven dance around his organ, swabbing
itself
with him. And he leaned back, closing his eyes and wallowing in the
smell and
feel and wonder of her.
In a few moments, he heard her breathing become a series of sharp gasps,
and
could feel the pressure of the fingers between her legs as the worked
the
clit hard. Then he felt his own pleasure throb from within his cock and
knew
he could hold back no longer. Almost without thought he pulled his hips
back,
almost withdrawing from her, then pushed forward, sinking deep inside.
And
the gasp this drew from her caused him to repeat the move, then again,
and
again. And then he felt the tickling, tingling rush of sensation explode
from
his cock and swell throughout his body, and then the spurting began,
deep
into her, and he heard her cry out as her own orgasm answered his wet
summons. They twitched and shuddered, their bodies joined, their minds
drifting on a sea of pure sensation as they stood, coupled and mated and
fucked and raped each other for one brief, heavenly moment. And then she
was
still, and he could feel the clenching of her around him in small spasms
as
the tingling ebbed away through his body.
She was just straightening up when they heard the footsteps, far down
the
connecting hall, out where the world was. Quickly she straightened up
and let
her skirt drop demurely back, covering her still trobbing sex. He turned
quickly to the nitch and pulled up his trousers, snapping and zipping
them
and looping the belt as she stood before him, masking him from sight.
Then he
turned to see the Security Guard enter the distant end of the hall and
start
towrad them. Casually they stepped away from the nitch and watched as he
approached.
"Excuse me" they heard him call. "The museum's closing, folks. You'll
have to
leave now."
"Yes, of course" he called back, hoping his voice was not quavering like
the
rest of his body and mind. "Thank you."
He turned and smiled at her, the smile of a shared secret, and it was
with
complete delight that he felt her take his arm and lean in close to him.
"Take me home?" she said, almost shyly.
"Oh, yes" he breathed.
And they began to stroll, slowly, fighting to remain steady, down the
hallway, passed the now stationary guard.
As they passed him, he looked back from where they had come, a puzzled
expression on his face, then turned to them.
"'Scuse me, folks, but are you all right? I thought I heard somebody
yell
back her a minute ago."
She stopped and turned back to the guard, a sly, wicked, amused smile
spreading across her face.
"Maybe it was them" she said, casually, nodding toward the erotic relief
of
the Indian Prince mounting his standing maiden which hung on the wall.
"After all" she said, turning to smile at the man who had filled her
just
moments before... "That looks like fun... doesn't it."
And with that she turned, locking her arm on his and they moved off,
down the
hall, toward other delights...
The End...
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