0 comments/ 4947 views/ 1 favorites Art Gallery By: dtatheizan As I waited in line I could see her, a few groups of people ahead. As the line slowly snaked forward letting in the critics and patrons alike, I could see her beautiful red hair shimmer in the neon lights of downtown. The reds, yellows and blues highlighting her luscious red locks in the dark night. I could see her gorgeous figure through the long skin tight dress she was wearing. She wasn't skinny by any means, but she had a figure, a gorgeous one, and as my eyes slipped down her body, I found the curve of her gorgeous ass, protruding through the white fabric that clung to her like cellophane. My girlfriend's voice brought me back to reality and out of the daze I had found myself in... What had she said? "Yeah babe it definitely is cold outside." I replied back nonchalantly. I broke my stare to look back at the girl by my side, and in turn lost sight of the girl I couldn't help but stare at. Girl? By no means was the female in front of me a girl, she was a woman. The way she walked and carried herself, with pride, confidence and a swagger that dripped sex appeal. We moved to the front of the line and the attendant checked our IDs and checked us off the list, and into the art show we plunged. My good friend had an exhibit here tonight, and I was here to support him, but my concentration was fragmented. Part of me wanted to refocus on my intended purpose, part of me could not stop lusting after the gorgeous specimen I had just seen in line. We rounded the first area, a depiction of the naked female form. Some more covered than others, some baring it all, all beautiful, intriguing and exciting. Just what I needed, I could feel my cock stir in my pants, I was already excited just from my view in line. I let my eyes wander over the different pieces and then I saw her. Not her, not the her that was here in her dress tonight, but the same creature, featured in this particular painting, naked, bare, exposed, and yet wrapped up in her own essence, her own form. She was amazing. From her foot going up the curve of her ass, her long legs extended into the rest of her beauty and as I followed the curve of her body up to her back, my eyes meet hers in the painting, looking back at me over her shoulder, asking me to come forward, follow her into oblivion. "Babe! You are staring!!" She chastised me. No not she, but the other girl I was with. I wasn't with her, she was merely present. And she was right, I was staring. I couldn't look away. "Yeah you are right. Sorry. I couldn't help it. Alright, enough I need a break from art. Let's grab a drink. We went to the bar and she had a glass of wine. A beer for myself. It felt good to have a cool drink. I was beginning to feel flush back there. We sat and chatted for a moment, discussing this gorgeous woman from the painting, my merely present companion felt that she was plain, lackluster. How misinformed she was. I tried to explain the attractiveness of subtly, but the analogy was lost on her. After a few moments of futile effort I moved us away from the bar and we began to wander around the exhibit again. I felt the heat of a glare looking down on me, and instinctively I turned and looked up to the balcony level surrounding the floor. There she was in her flowing white dress, looking down at me, not at me, more like into me. Her eyes were the same deep inviting eyes from the picture begging me to come forward, to follow her into oblivion. Her stare was intoxicating, undressing me, seeing through me. Her eyes held a wanton hungry look. She was on the prowl, and had just found her prey. I subconsciously took a drink of my beer, gulping and welcoming the cold liquid. Our eyes still locked, she motioned towards the left side of the room, almost so slight it was unnoticeable. But we shared a mutual understanding. I saw the look in her eyes, and she saw in reciprocated in mine. I managed to mumble out something about the bathroom as I walked away from the person I was merely present with. I saw her unlock arms with a man I can only assume was her present companion. Where we were headed to was a different place, a more primeval, carnal place. I followed her around the balcony, and as I looked up through the metal grating of the industrial building we were in I could see her, see directly up to her, she was wet, moist and glistening. The hunger in her eyes was not the only hunger she possessed. I stared up at her watching her walk and move, catlike and lithe. She walked down the stairs, lifting the corner of her dress to allow her stride to accommodate her restrictive clothing. She rounded the corner, heading towards the back of the building. I followed a few feet behind. My beer finished, but the bottle, held loosely in my hand, no sure what to do with it. She rounded the corner and my heart speed up. I couldn't afford to lose her from my sight, surely she would disappear like an apparition into the night. And as I rounded the corner into the darkness I could she her there, staring back at me. She had turned back to face me, but still steeping away from me, one foot behind the other, backing away, luring me in. My heart quickened as did my pace. In a matter of a few short steps I had moved upon her, my large steps gaining on her short back pedal, she kept moving away from me. I interceded in her motion planting my right foot next to her, our bodies connecting for the first time, just a brush of clothing over the real feeling of skin, gooseflesh began to form on the back of my neck. What was I do here with this woman. It didn't matter, this felt too good. With my foot planted I shifted her weight and pushed her back towards the wall. One step, two, she careened into the wall and my weight was pressed up against hers. Her hands were in my hair and mine were upon her hips, or rather one was, I still held my beer bottle in the other. My hand wandered up her body as my other pulled her in closer, holding her weight against the wall. Her hands descended my body, finding my already hard manhood. Her kiss grew needy and aggressive, as her hands began to reach into my pants she pulled me closer into her. She knew what she wanted and needed. I felt my own inner animal take over as I pushed her hard, back against the wall, flattening her hands. I reached down over her dress cupping her moist pussy. I could feel her heat, and her wetness. She moved as my finger tips caress over her engorged clit. I took my hand up running it through her hair and pulled her into towards me creating a gap between us and the wall we had been sandwiched against a minute ago. As I created that distance, I turned her around, bending her over in front of me. I reached down and lifted up her dress, exposing her now, soaking, visibly wet, almost dripping pussy. I held my hand on the top of her back, holding her dress up from falling down and applying consistent pressure so she could not move or stand back up. In my other hand I held my empty beer bottle. I took the glassy smooth rim and brought it to connect with her mid-thigh. I heard her gasp, a combination of cold glass and the surprise of the unexpected. I ran in up her skin slowly, creating a trail of gooseflesh up until the height of her thigh, as she curved inward towards her woman hood. I placed the cool bottle up against her mound, feeling the slickness of her pussy, I rubbed the ribbed mouth up against her clit. I felt her moved to push back, trying to take more, trying to stand and penetrate, she needed to be filled. But I held her there, her dress pushed all the way up to her neck as she bent over, I intertwined a length of her fiery red hair in my grasp. As I caressed her clit, teasing slowly, I leaned down into her body. My hot breath against her ear and I pulled her head up to meet mine. She moaned as she felt me move closer into her. "Tell me what you want, beg for it... what is it your desire. What is it you need?" She replied back to me, sultry and wanton, the need apparent in her voice, "You. I need you inside of me." "Not yet my dear." And with that I let the tip of the bottle slip into her pussy her juices flowing unending over the glass, I could feel her hot essence coat my hand. She gasped as the bottle filled her up and I began to slowly move in and out of her, working her pussy, bringing her closer to orgasm. Bringing her closer to her release so she could flood her juices all over me; she was already dripping down my hand. She was bent over in front of me, the curve of her luscious, firm ass staring me in the face as I penetrated her in and out, causing her to push back with her hips, hungrily against my thrusts, yearning for more to fill her up. As my hand was on the small of her back, I felt her bend over more, further down, and suddenly the pressure that I had been applying with my hand was no longer needed. She reached back, underneath herself, between her legs, and grabbed the bottle from my grasp. She let her sexy ass sink down to the floor, lowering herself onto her make-shift toy and as she did she dropped below my grasp, below my control. She turned and faced me, looking up into my eyes, our gaze intertwined and connected, her pupils filled with wanton desire, filthy hunger. She placed her hand behind my thighs on either leg and pulled my hips into her face. Through my slacks, my cock was already rock hard and protruding very apparently. As she pulled me in, she let the bottle slide deeper into her, filling her up, giving her, at least part of what she wanted. What she needed now was the raw emotion, the raw hunger, the lust. As she pulled my body in, her teeth found my rock hard cock through the thin fabric of my slacks, and she bite and teased me gently. Her hand came up to my waist, not bothering with button, clasp nor zipper, she reached up and tore my pants down, my erection standing at attention She glared at my large manhood, salivating. She looked up, into my eyes and shone her wicked grin. She licked her lips and in one motion devoured my cock. As she took my head, and then my shaft into her mouth, deep into her throat, she lowered herself onto me, as she let her glass toy slide deeper into her swollen pussy. She had never had a cock inside of her and in her mouth, and she savored the moment of being filled so completely. She moaned on my cock as she accommodated the larger girth down below. She bounced up and down on my cock, slurping, bobbing, and sloppily giving her mouth to me. She gagged and chocked as my cock slid up and down her throat. She gobbled my cock taking me in all the way down to my trimmed pubic hair. Her hands were on the back of thighs, pulling me deeper into mouth, literally fucking me with her face. Dear god, this woman was so amazingly kinky, seductive and sexual. Her mouth sent shivers down my spine. She pulled back, coming up for air and our eyes locked. She looked up at me, holding my stare with her eyes, and my saliva covered cock in her hand. She reached down between her legs, and retrieved the innocent beer bottle, now defiled. She picked it up bringing it above my cock. She tilted it and poured out the remnants; her juices that had slowly filled the bottle as she pleasured herself with the glass toy. She poured her juices onto my cock, coating it in her warm clear cum. She used her hand to work her cum up and down my rock hard cock. I was more turned on than I had ever been in my entire life. "Now! Now, I need you now or I am going to explode!" She cried, practically screamed, lustily, begging me. She turned and bent back towards the wall, still holding my cock in her hand she guided my cock into her soaking, sweet pussy. I slide into her easily, she was so wet and excited, between her saliva and her cum, my dick slide all the way into her, hitting her cervix, bottoming out and making her gasp at how deeply I had penetrated her. She screamed, bucking back against me, trying to get me deeper inside of her. She pushed back taking control, fucking me as she bent over in front of me, both dominant and submissive. She felt so good. I grabbed a hold of her red locks in the dark, the tone of her hair barely visible in the corridor. I pulled her hair from the back her head, at the roots, pulling her back onto me, deeper into her. My other hand on her hip; guiding her tight cunt back onto my cock. She reached back and moaned, her hand caressing my stomach. "Oh god, your cock is going to make me cum!" And with that I grabbed both of her hips, and let the full length of my shaft slide almost all the way in and out of her, at first slowly. Then as she begged for more, I picked up the pace. I could feel my own orgasm building. "Oh fuck! Pound me, please, let me cum. I'm going to cover your cock in my juices!" I was pounding her deep and hard now, and her pussy started to tighten down on my hard cock as I could feel her orgasm building. Mine was building too, I felt like I was going to blow my load through the wall, she had me so worked up. "I'm going to cum!" I gasped as my hips bucked into her ass, her flesh rippling with the force of my thrusts. My hands wrapped around her hips holding her in place. "Oh god, I'm cumming. Don't stop! Fill me up, fill me with your cum!" She cried in ecstasy. I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. Her pussy squeezed down on my cock and as she came, and I felt her hot juices coating me, running down my balls and down my thighs. She was gushing, with no end in sight. I pounded her harder, my orgasm imminent. "Ohhhh gooodddd I'm cuuuummmmmiiinnnnggg....!" She screamed out, gasping for air, unable to complete her sentence. Her knees started to buckle, unable to hold her own weight as she came. Luckily my hands were wrapped around her, and as she fell to her knees, I continued to pound her, her body shaking and quivering as my cock slide in and out of her, my balls about to burst. I gave her everything I had, and then I came, filling her up, relentlessly, unable to stop as a shot burst after burst of cum into already dripping pussy. We both lay the shaking.; both of our juices spilling out of her, on me, onto the floor. I lay there for a moment, unable to move, my now only semi-hard cock still inside her. I felt her legs quivering, her half naked body basking in the afterglow. Basking in, what was for me, one of the most satisfying orgasms of my life, and for her, I could only imagine the same. Art Gallery Blow Job November can be unpredictable in these parts, and while our original plan was to take a nice long walk along the waterfront, the clear skies quickly turned black, and rain began to pour, forcing us to take cover in the lobby of an art gallery. As we stood in the lobby looking out to the rain drops bouncing off of the pavement of the parking lot, drops of water fell from our rain-soaked coats onto the floor where we stood creating a ring-shaped puddle around our feet. We looked at each other and laughed at the sorry sight that we were. "I don't think this is going to let up for a while," I said, wishing that I had taken the umbrella out of the trunk of my car before setting out on our walk, "Why don't we go into the gallery while we wait this out?" "That could be fun!" She said as we both turned to head up the stairs into the gallery where a new art exhibit had just opened the day prior. As she walked up the stairs ahead of me I watched her nicely shaped buttocks which was tightly wrapped in a pair of black yoga pants. The material hugged her curves in a way that showed off her beautiful figure without coming off as slutty. As she climbed the stairs she removed her coat which was heavy with rain water, but the form fitting t-shirt below was surprisingly dry. As she turned on a landing before heading up the next short flight of stairs, I felt a warmth building inside me as I admired her profile from her right side. The little pink t-shirt stretched over her breasts, and clung tightly to her abdomen, and the bottom hem fell short of meeting the band of her yoga pants, offering a sexy glimpse of her soft, white skin. She shook her hand through her auburn coloured hair, spraying a mist of water around her as she continued up the stairs. As we entered the gallery, she set her coat on the back of a folding chair, and she pressed her hand into mine. Our fingers interlaced as we walked across the creaky wooden floors of the gallery sending a tingle through my body. Though we had been getting together regularly for the last two months, we weren't really dating. Our relationship was largely sexual, and was mostly contained between the walls of my bedroom, so we had never talked about things like love, or partnership, and we certainly hadn't held hands in a public place as we were doing then. Though I had no desire to move toward an actual relationship, the feeling of her soft, thin hand in mine, stirred feelings in me that I didn't want to entertain at the time, but those feelings were causing a hardening between my legs as we wandered the gallery. As far as I could tell, the exhibit lacked a formal theme – unless the theme was a group of local artists from various disciplines, and a wide range of styles piling their work into the two large rooms of the gallery in a disjointed, and uncoordinated fashion. Still, the patchwork of colours had an interesting effect, and as rain continued to knock against the windows of the gallery, it was a nice way to pass the time. Her grip on my hand tightened as we approached one particularly large painting. Stopping in front of it, she turned and looked at me with her large green eyes, and smiled. "It is beautiful!" She said, "It is kinda vaginal though, don't you think?" I stepped back a little for a better view of the painting which was of a large, pinkish-red flower in full bloom. I don't know flowers well, so I had no idea what type of flower it was supposed to be, but she was right, there was certainly a sexy, vaginal quality to the folds of the petals on the flower. If it was intentional, it was very well done, and if not, it was certainly a happy accident. "It makes me think of how amazing you are at licking my pussy," she whispered in my ear. There was no need to whisper, as we were the only people in the gallery, but the feeling of her hot breath on my neck as she whispered in my ear further hardened my already throbbing cock. We continued through the exhibit, taking in the wide range of water colours, oils, sketches, and even a few small sculptures which were encased in glass boxes in the centre of the gallery. After we had seen the entire exhibit we found ourselves back in front of the painting which we now jokingly referred to as the "pussy-flower." Again her fingers tightened around my own, and she smiled at me as she said that the painting made her horny. Then she tugged on my arm and said "Let's go." We exited the gallery and were heading down the hallway toward the stairs. We didn't reach the stairs however as when we were passing the door to the men's room, she pushed into me with her shoulder, and said "Let's slip in here." The large door slowly closed behind us, and we were alone in an empty, and surprisingly clean public washroom. She tugged on my arm again, and pulled me toward one of the stalls. Once inside, she closed and locked the door before pressing her lips to mine. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, and her breathing became heavy. "I hope you don't mind, but that painting has me so distracted. All I can think about is how incredible it feels with your lips and tongue on my pussy," she said as she pushed my hand into her yoga pants. She wasn't wearing panties, and as my hand slid lower I could feel her swollen, soaking wet lips, and she moaned softly. "So, I thought maybe I could thank you for how wonderfully you treat my pussy by giving you a blow job," her green eyes looked deeply into mine. "Here?" I asked, somewhat surprised at her suggestion. "Why not? There's nobody here, I'm horny as hell, and you sir, are hard as a rock," she said as her hand rested on the front of my pants. Though not convinced that this was a good place to carry out such an act, the feeling of her hand tightening on my hard manhood as she again kissed me deeply, convinced me that I should just let go, and enjoy the moment. She undid my belt buckle, unzipped my pants and let them fall around my ankles as she lowered herself to her knees. It took everything I had to not moan loudly as she took the head of my cock into her mouth. Slowly she swirled her tongue around my cock head as she looked up at me with those intoxicating green eyes. As she treated my cock head to a wonderful tongue massage, she began slowly stroking my shaft with one hand, and with the other she gently fondled my balls. I moaned. I thought I had moaned softly, but the sound bounced off the steel walls of the stall, and I tensed briefly, again wondering if we should be doing what we were doing, in the place we were doing it in. She coated my cock in saliva as she began taking my full length deep into her mouth. With her thumb and her index finger she circled my cock and stroked me as she bobbed her head up and down on my hardness. I placed a hand on her still rain-soaked hair, causing a muffled groaning sound to escape her cock-filled mouth. With my hand on her head, she increased her pace, sucking and stroking with a controlled rhythm that created a sensation that words simply cannot describe. My head was lost in the moment until I heard the door to the restroom open. She heard it as well, causing us both to freeze. Neither of us moved. She didn't even pull my cock out of her mouth, and we tried to remain as silent as we could. The person that had entered the restroom, used a urinal, and left without washing his hands – or noticing the four feet on the floor of our little stall. As the door began closing behind him, she resumed her sucking and stroking. I wanted desperately to have her stand up so that I could slide my cock inside her wetness, but it was clear that she wanted to suck me until I exploded. Suddenly she pulled my hard shaft from her mouth and looked up and me. "This isn't exactly comfortable," she laughed and she stood up and sat on the toilet seat and turned me around to face her. Once she was comfortable in the seated position, she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing cock and began stroking me. As she stroked she leaned in and licked the length of my shaft, leaving behind a trail of thick, warm saliva which she used to lubricate my cock as she stroked it. I put both of my hands on her head as she was once again taking me fully into her mouth. "Mmm hmmm," she moaned with my cock still in her mouth, "Yeah, fuck my face." I held her head tightly as I began thrusting in and out of her mouth which was opened widely creating an extraordinarily stimulating loose, wet opening for my cock to slip in and out of. As stimulating as it was, I wanted to again feel her mouth wrapped tightly around my shaft. I grabbed a clump of her hair in my right hand, and I pushed hard on the back of her head with my other hand, and with a groan of excitement, her mouth tightened around my cock, and she sucked tightly as I continued to fuck her glorious mouth, just as I had her pussy before we had gotten out of bed that morning. I was getting close to exploding, and from each of us, the moans and grunts were becoming louder, neither of us any longer concerned with the possibility of being caught. My shaft hardened further, and my balls tensed as the explosion began. She drove my cock deep into her mouth, and I could feel her tongue pressing on the underside of my shaft as pulse after pulse of my hot, sticky fluid drove toward the opening of her throat. She sucked tightly around my shaft as she slowly pulled my still throbbing member out of her mouth. She paused as the head of my cock was slipping from her lips and she ran her tongue over, and over the sensitive slit in my cock causing me to moan with satisfaction once again. She smiled as she stood up and our eyes met. "Was that a nice thank you for all of the times you have made my pussy explode with your wonderful mouth?" She asked as she kissed me deeply, her tongue dancing in my mouth. "It certainly was," I said with a smile, "Now let's get you back to my place so I can put my mouth to work on you." "Why can't you do that here?" she asked teasingly. "Well...uhh..I suppose I ....." Before I could finish she began pulling down her tight pants, revealing her hard, well toned lower body. She reached over my shoulder to place her pants on the hook on the stall door, before she stood on the toilet, placing her feet on either side of the toilet seat which spread her legs nicely. I lowered my hand to her steaming wetness and gently stroked a finger back and forth along her clit. Her hands clung to the tops of the walls on either side of the stall, and she moaned as I slid my finger inside her. My finger massaged her favourite spot as I kissed my way down her body, while my other hand massaged her right breast. When I reached her crotch, which she always kept shaved bald, I kissed the area around her swollen, pink lips as I increased the pace with my finger. An excited yelp escaped her lips as my tongue found her wet lips, and I began flicking her clit with my tongue. "Oh God yes, lick my pussy. Oh please lick my pussy the way that you do," she said while breathing heavily. Slowly I lengthened the strokes of my tongue, running it from her clit all the way to the bottom of her pussy, gently and playfully flicking her anus before returning to her gloriously damp lips. I reached behind her with both of my hands so that I could hold her hard ass while pressing her pussy into my face. She responded by gently grinding herself into me as my tongue darted around her. Her dampness increased as she continued to grind, and my tongue dove as deeply inside her as it could. I playfully applied pressure to her clit with a sucking action, and she yelped, more loudly this time as her body began to tremor slightly as she built toward an orgasm. "Oh yeah, that's it, just like that, I am so close," she whispered. I worked my tongue against her swollen pussy and brought my right hand back around so that I could slide two fingers deep inside her. She let go of the stall wall on her right side and held my head tightly, grinding hard into my face as her body tensed and began to shake before a wave of warm fluid began flowing over my open mouth. I drove my fingers deeper inside her and she moaned loudly as her body again began to shake and she released another orgasmic wave upon me. Our movements stopped and we both remained still for a few moments before she climbed down from the toilet and put her pants back on. We exited the stall, and like school kids trying to sneak out of a place they should not have been, we opened the door a crack and peeked out into the hallway. After confirming the coast was clear, we quickly exited the restroom and made our way down the stairs. In the lobby, a gallery worker smiled at us, and said "Careful, it's wet out there today!" "It was pretty wet in there too," she whispered to me as we exited the building, both smiling and giggling at our rainy day adventure. Art Gallery Opening There is a new art gallery opening. The setup is unusual. It's building has many small rooms with nooks and crannies. Not the sort of structure you would imagine for an art gallery but somehow it seems right. The rooms are low lit with accent lighting on each display. The walls are white. The floors are of dark wood with old oriental carpets. There is soft, enticing music playing. There is a smell of musk in the air. The artwork on display is of various mediums by many artists yet there seems to be an unspoken theme. Sensuality seems to permeate the atmosphere. The paintings, sculptures, pots, photographs, everything all has underlying eroticism about them. Some speak their ideas clearly; others require you to let your soul climb into them. You are there, meandering slowly from display to display feeling each one's message. It is late. Most of the visitors have left. There are only a few people remaining in the gallery. You are in a room alone, wandering, hands behind your back. You become engrossed in a painting. It is abstract yet you can almost see a figure in it. A woman. The longer you look, the clearer the image is to you. She is lying down. You stare at this for quite a while as it mesmerizes you. As you gaze into the woman's beautiful, yet distorted face, you feel a presence behind you. You don't move. You smell a hint of lavender. A voice whispers ever so quietly to you. "Don't move. Don't say anything. Keep looking at the beautiful goddess before you." You continue to look upon the woman who now does look like a goddess now. You remain as still as possible. You are intrigued by the mysterious voice. The atmosphere surrounding you has made you slightly aroused. You feel something in your hand, still locked with the other one behind your back. It is soft, light. Spirals are being drawn on your palm, getting larger and larger as they extend up each arm. The feeling forces you to close your eyes, your head slowly falls forward. All of your senses are tuned in to the feather gliding up and down your arms. You feel your nipples become erect. You long to touch them but you cannot move. The feather moves from your arms to your neck. They slither back and forth across the nape, behind your ears, in your ears. As they move to your face, you feel a body press into your back. The smell of lavender becomes stronger. Warm breath caresses your back thru your shirt. Your head falls back and grazes the hair of her. The arms of the silent woman reach under your arms pulling your hands apart. "Don't touch anything" the voice says. Her arms are across your chest as her soft feathers are drawing circles on the front of your neck, making their way higher. They dance lightly on your face. The sensations run deeply throughout your whole body. You shiver. Your head rests on the mystery woman's shoulder, her mouth close to your ears. Your breathing becomes deeper. At that moment, the owner of the gallery is heard politely telling all guests that it is time to close the gallery. The woman grabs both of your hands and pulls them behind your back. She guides you to a door in the corner nearby. "Don't make a sound" she whispers in your ear. She opens the door. It is a small closet. She slips you inside the closet and closes the door. You hear voices from the other side of the door but you cannot make them out. You don't move, you just barely breathe. It is so dark in the closet. After what seems an eternity, you hear a woman's voice saying good-bye. You hear light footsteps nearing the closet and then the door opens. The room outside the closet is darker than before. The woman reaches in and grabs your hands again and pulls you out. "We are alone now," she tells you. "I have watched you all night. I saw your reaction to everything and I knew I had to have you." She leads you to a large white pedestal that has a bronze figure of a naked woman reaching towards the sky. You remember how that one aroused you. She takes the statue off of the pedestal and places it on another one within your view. She pushes you back so that you are leaning against the sturdy structure. She moves into your chest, close. She is still holding your arms by the wrists. "Close your eyes and don't move, " she commands you. With your eyes closed, you feel the woman's hands start to caress your arms, shoulders and back. They are light caresses that make you tingle. Her hands come down your chest and massage your pectoral muscles. They slink down to your sensitive nipples and pinch them. This arouses you beyond belief. Your penis longs to be touched, to be set free from it's constraints. The fingers continue to move downward. They rub your belly and teasingly peek inside the waist of your pants. Your back arches in anticipation of what's next. The hands unbuckle your belt, slowly and carefully unzip your pants. You are wearing no briefs. Your swollen member springs out. The hands slide your pants down your legs, fingertips grazing your skin. The woman removes your shoes then takes the pants completely off of you. You are naked from the waist down. All you have on is your turtleneck shirt. Your nipples are clearly visible thru it, erect. The woman kneels down in front of you, her face right before your cock. It points directly to her mouth. She takes her fingertips and twirls the tip and the head as her breath flows over it. She sticks her fingers in her mouth and wets them and returns them to the tip. They make it so slippery. Her tongue slowly licks up one side of the head then circles the very tip. Her mouth opens wide and she quickly takes the full length in her mouth. You gasp. The suddenness has surprised you. She stays still, not moving, your cock clasped tightly in her mouth. You want to move it in her mouth but you have been ordered not to. You can feel your penis throbbing in her hot, wet mouth. She slowly starts to pull away, sucking deeply as she does. When she reaches the end, she sucks even harder. As the pressure is released, you ease back down her throat. She performs this three more times. After the last one, she removes her mouth completely. She stands up and starts to remove her clothing. She slips her shirt over her head revealing full, large breasts tightly encased in a lacy black bra. She slides her spandex pants down her round hips and you notice she is not wearing any panties. She is barefoot. She is naked from the waist down just as you are. You cannot hold back any longer and you reach your arms out to her. She falls into your chest. Your bare legs and hips touch. Your cock pushes against her belly. Your hands cup the cheeks of her ass and her hands are on yours. She leans up on her tiptoes and whispers in your ear "I want you, NOW." She pulls you down to the floor lying you down on your back. She stands over you, feet on either side of your hips. Slowly she lowers herself down to your erect cock. She hovers just as it touches the hairs of her vagina. She rotates her hips sliding it around the tip of you. With one hand, she guides you to the opening. She gets down on her knees and when she does that, you slip deeply inside her. You both let out loud, deep breaths. She stays still just for a second as her pussy walls tighten around you. Then she starts to rise and fall slowly. Her hands are on your chest, caressing you. She leans down and kisses you, long deep kisses, as she moves up and down your cock. She clasps her arms around your neck and pulls you up and around. Not losing your rhythm, you both roll over so that she is now underneath. She whispers in your ear again. "Do it hard!" she says. Encouraged, you thrust into her with all your might. She wraps her legs around your waist thrusting her hips to meet yours. The tension builds in you both. She reaches down and fingers herself bringing her close to climax. Her moans and yours echo throughout the gallery. You near orgasm also. You move together as one, in perfect harmony. Feeling your legs tighten and tense up, you both arch your backs and release the pent up climax with such intensity! The screams reverberate. The orgasms seem to last forever. Finally, spent, you collapse on her. You cannot move. You are exhausted. Her arms are still locked around you. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you finally whisper into her ear....."Who are you?" "My name is Kisa" she says. You both lay there until you drift off to sleep.