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Exhibitions Ch. 01

By: annanova



A brief explanation to those who recognize this. Yes, this story used to be called Art Show. After what amounts to pages of e-mails sent back and forth with my handsome and talented editor, stevieraygovan, I decided there was more to this story than what was here before. As the new title indicates, there will be a few chapters to follow. I hope you enjoy. I have. 

All rights reserved, annanova, 2010



"Where is my damn phone?" Anna screamed to the walls. It had been ringing on and off for the past two hours. She could hear it, yet it was nowhere to be found.

Her missing cell phone wouldn't normally be a problem since she hated using the thing anyway. Unfortunately, she was in the middle of getting ready for a trip and was going to need it while she was on the road.

Finally the ringing stopped. "So, do I keep looking, or get back to work?" she pondered. Her portfolio was spread out over her small studio in preparation for a show in Montreal, and she knew very well the phone wasn't going to leave her alone.

Figuring it was under a pile of photos, there was really no choice but to return to work. Twenty minutes later, the pictures and notes were nearly organized when her phone rang again.

"Why are you annoying me so?" she grumbled in fluent French. "You stupid thing." Moving one last group of files, she found her phone merrily charging away, pretty much where she had dropped it the night before. Resisting the temptation to tell her caller off, she responded professionally.

"Bliss Photography, this is Anna."

"It's about time. I was starting to worry about you."

It always surprised her, how wet she got just hearing his voice.

"Have you been trying to call me for the last hour or so?" she laughed.

"Yes. Where were you?"

"Looking for my phone and prepping my photos, you ass," she teased. "Why didn't you just call my landline?"

"I can never remember that number. Besides, I know you have to leave in a few hours. I didn't want to distract you, knowing you're probably not ready." She whimpered at that, and he laughed, asking, "Well, are you ready?"

"Nearly."

"What are you wearing for the show?"

"That depends. I've got the private thing tomorrow night, and the official exhibit opening the following night."

"Neither of which answers my question, Anna."

"Will you be there?"

"I've got my ticket now."

"Hmm." She thought of his strong hands caressing her thighs. "Maybe I'll go naked then."

"By the way, Anna, I've got Paul in the car with me. I just thought you'd like to know that, before you get too crazy with the sexy talk," Van smirked.

Snickering, she asked, "Do you want to take me off the speaker now?"

"Sorry babe, I'm driving. I do like the way you think, though."

"Hi, Anna!" Paul crowed.

"Hi there, Paul! I'm sorry about the too-much-info business."

"No problemo, Anna. Please, don't mind me. Listening to you is better than sports talk or Rush Limbaugh any day of the week," grinned Paul.

She knew the two men were good friends, so she figured she'd just keep teasing Van. "You know, Van, you could warn a girl, at least if you ever want her to suck your cock again."

Trying to keep the conversation from devolving much further, Van interrupted. "Anna, you still haven't told me what you're wearing for the gallery function tomorrow."

"And I'm not going to. Maybe you'll just have to spank me later."

She heard Paul laugh. "It sounds like you kinda like that idea, Anna."

"Paul, I'm a quick learner. Just ask Van," she giggled, teasing him right back. "As for your question, monsieur, I've got two amazing outfits that you'll just have to wait and see for yourself. You'll love them, trust me."

Four hours later, she was on her flight to Montreal.

After clearing customs, she found a car waiting to take her to the hotel. Knowing that she would be busy giving final touches at the gallery the next day, Anna drew a hot bath, wanting a nice long soak.

Her cell rang just as she was getting ready to slide into its soothing warmth. With a sigh, she stalked into the bedroom to retrieve her phone. A quick glance at the screen told her this was going to be a good chat.

"Hello there," she purred.

"That was mean, making me think about you sucking my cock while I was driving."

Giggling mischievously, she teased, "Well, I'm about to get meaner."

"How so?"

"I'm completely naked right now. You caught me as I was about to get in the tub. Care to join me?"

"As great as that sounds," he said, hearing the water sloshing as she settled in, "I'll have to take a rain check. It was a busy day, and I should finish packing."

"Tell me about your day?"

He told her about the progress two of his smaller projects were making and about the successful meeting he had that afternoon for a substantially larger project. "I was actually on my way to that when we were on the phone," he said. "They'll call me in the morning with a decision, so I may owe you some thanks."

"Why is that?"

"Let me explain it later, okay?"

"So long as you don't blame me if it doesn't work out."

"Why would I blame you for anything?"

"I'm not sure. Hey Van, I need to let you go so I can shave my legs. Any requests?"

"You're an evil woman. Nah, no special requests for you this time."

"I'll let it be a surprise then," she laughed. Getting serious she added, "What time are you getting in tomorrow?"

He quickly checked his itinerary. "I should be landing around 8pm if everything goes as scheduled. Should I go to the hotel first, or come straight to the gallery?"

"Do you want to drag your bags to the gallery? I'd go to the hotel. In fact, the event tomorrow night is formal, so be prepared for that."

"How formal do you mean?"

"You'll probably be safe with a nice suit."

"I can do that. Babe, remind me where I'm going?"

"I've got a room at the Hotel de Montreal on rue Stanley, and the show is at Galerie Lamarque which should be just around the corner." She spelled both names out for him. "I'll let the hotel know I'm expecting you so you can just give them my name when you get in."

"Thanks. You know, I'm really proud of you for getting in on this show. Your photos are great, and it's about time more people got to see them."

"Thank you." They chatted a few more minutes before hanging up.

As Anna finished her bath, she thought about some of the next day's details. She knew she still had a lot to do, so she climbed out of the tub and dried herself before digging out her favorite lotion. Once it was rubbed in, she slid between the sheets and was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The next morning, she drew on a pair of well-worn jeans and a snug t-shirt before heading downstairs for the hotel's continental breakfast. Eating for a busy day of work in the gallery, she tried to keep Van from her thoughts, wanting to focus on work instead. It wasn't an entirely successful effort as she felt her pussy becoming damp in spite of herself. It had been far too long since she last saw him.

Walking to the gallery, she enjoyed the warmth of the late spring morning, knowing she was lucky to be in Montreal for such good weather in May. She was excited at the prospect of showing Van around some of the more interesting parts of the city, especially La Vielle Ville, knowing how much he would appreciate the beauty and variety of the architecture there. In the meantime, she was there to work.

In the gallery, things were well organized, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that her favorite photos had been selected for the show. Believing she was a good photographer and having others see it also were different things, so it was gratifying for her to get such recognition.

"Anna, ma chérie, je crois que vos photos sont superbe," gushed Antoine, the gallery's director.

She had learned he had a tendency to be overly enthusiastic at times, yet he also knew his art. After a brief conversation in French, he reminded her that the gallery's donors would start arriving at seven that night, and he hoped that she would be there to help greet them. He was quite excited about her potential; of all the artists exhibiting, he felt it important for some of the donors to meet her in particular.

"I'll be here at 6:30," she promised, leaving him with the standard double-cheeked kiss.

She spent the next two hours walking through a park near her hotel, enjoying the sun and randomly snapping pictures of people. Anna loved them all; the children with their uninhibited joy, the young lovers holding hands, and especially the older people with their incredible character.

All too soon, it was time to return to the hotel and prepare for the show. After a quick shower, she rubbed lotion into her arms and legs and dressed in an outfit she knew would amaze and frustrate her sexy lover. Sometimes, she enjoyed teasing him far too much.

It was 9:00 before he cleared customs and found a taxi, and his flight had actually been early. Van wondered if the Montreal airport was always such a mess; he intended to ask Anna about it. He was a little concerned about making it to the gallery before it became too late, yet he needed to stop at the hotel first.

After half an hour in the taxi, he arrived at the hotel, where he wanted to drop his bag and change his shirt. Checking the gallery name again, he asked the concierge how far it was. When he felt sure he understood the direction he needed to go, he thanked the man and headed out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, he was calling Anna.

"Bliss Photography."

"Hey babe, what did you say this place was called?"

"Galerie Lamarque. Why?"

"Because I can't find it."

She giggled softly as she asked, "Where are you?"

"I'm outside some warehouse on Stanley, staring at a tree."

"Turn around."

He turned to see her, cell phone to her ear, holding up her other hand and waving her fingers at him like a gleeful child.

"Brat," he laughed at her, waving back before clicking his phone off.

She was stunning in the gallery's lighting. His eyes skimmed upward, taking in her outfit. Knowing she was meeting with some important donors, she had made an effort to balance professionalism with an artistic eye.

Anna's long legs were covered by a pair of deep blue silk pants. She had specially tailored them so the low waist rode snugly, yet as the fabric reached the widest part of her hips it draped smoothly over her ass, falling to just above the tips of her shoes. He recognized them immediately as her dancing pants with small diamond cutouts from her hip to her knee. As she walked through the gallery with her hips swaying easily, he realized that the silk was translucent in the subdued lighting, granting him hints of her slender legs and the treasure between her firm thighs.

Her blouse seemed to be less a shirt and more in the style of a vest. This time in a cream-colored silk, the loose fabric enhanced the weight and movement of her unfettered breasts. Van was sure that when he stood near her he would be able to determine the state of those beautiful, pale pink nipples he loved licking.

They met at the door where she kissed him tenderly before dragging him into the gallery.

"I thought I mentioned it wasn't an easy place to find," she whispered.

"You did, but don't worry about it." He brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek, marveling at her excitement. "You look amazing."

"Thank you. I wasn't sure you'd like this."

"No? Well, I know why you thought I wouldn't be crazy about the pants. You still look amazing." He kissed her again, whispering into her ear, "I have something for you."

"Aren't you sweet? You didn't have to get me anything, you know."

"I know," he shrugged. "I saw this a few days ago and thought of you."

She grinned at him as he reached into a pocket. The long, silver chain he pulled out took her breath away. The pendant was striking in its simplicity; two silver ovals carefully entwined, yet distinct.

"Oh, god, it's beautiful. You shouldn't have."

He held the necklace up and draped it over her head, guiding it to hang delicately about her elegant neck. The pendant fell perfectly between her breasts.

"Maybe I shouldn't have, but I did anyway."

"Thank you, really, it's beautiful," Anna whispered as she reached up, taking the chain in her hands. "I'm just going to make one adjustment if you don't mind."

She slid the chain under the collar of her top, twisting it to place the pendant behind her. Dropping the ovals down her back, she smiled seductively as she looked into his green eyes. "Let me know what you think."

When she turned around, all Van could see was the smooth skin of her bare back. Her necklace was highlighting the pale cream tones of her warm flesh.

Reaching forward, he took hold of her hips and drew her back so his lips were at the edge of her ear. With a playful nibble he whispered, "It looks fantastic, and you look good enough to eat."

"I'm going to hold you to that," she murmured as she brushed her hand as lightly as a butterfly's wings over his trouser-covered cock.

Suddenly she stepped back and grasped his hand. "Come over here, hon. I want you to meet some people."

For the next hour she worked the room, chatting with other artists, soothing Antoine and flattering donors. It actually surprised her how good she was with the donors, since she'd never liked being part of fundraisers. Yet underlying it all was the steady, subtle dance of seduction she was enjoying with a lover who was just as good at dishing it out.

Every so often she would pass in front of him and twist her hips in a slow figure-eight pattern, lightly pressing against his crotch as he gently caressed her hips or a thigh. One time she snuck up on him when he was seated with an older sculptor who was reminiscing about Montreal in the early '70s. Excusing herself, she brushed her breasts against his shoulder while leaning in to nibble at his ear.

"I hope you're having fun, Van," she whispered before wandering away to chat with some of the donors.

Naturally, he had to do something to tease her in return, and that smooth, bare back of hers was too tempting to pass up.

He decided to wander the room looking at the art and visiting with people, waiting until she was once again talking with Antoine. When he was sure that the seductive redhead was sufficiently distracted, he picked up a champagne flute from the open bar. The bartender offered a fresh glass, but he wanted one with plenty of condensation coating the sides.

As he approached, he caught Antoine's eye and signaled that he wanted to surprise Anna. With an idea of what the younger man was doing, the director kept her talking. Not that it was a difficult task; he enjoyed the spark in her personality and her fascination in describing the various pictures she wanted to get in the Vieille Ville.

It wasn't until she felt his hand on her side, just above her waist, that she realized Van was joining them. Suddenly there was a wet chill on her back, causing her to jump slightly and twist away from it. However in trying to get away from the glass, she moved exactly the way he had hoped; he slid his hand easily into the gap in the side of her blouse, cupping her breast and toying with the nipple.

All Antoine could do was laugh at the happy pair. Lowering his voice, he suggested that they could leave if they wanted.

Without letting her go, Van handed the older man his champagne glass and thanked him for his hospitality. He leaned in to lick the side of his captive's neck, causing her to break into giggles. She twisted away from his playful hand while remaining within his arms to kiss him passionately.

As she broke the kiss, she looked into his eyes and whispered, "I've been dying to get out of here since you showed up."

Gathering their things, he couldn't resist nibbling on Anna's ear as he held her coat open for her. Before slipping it on, she reached up to the fine chain around her neck, retrieving the pendant so it fell provocatively between her breasts.

With a final peal of giggles from the slender redhead, they stepped into the warm Montreal night. Deciding against a cab, they slowly walked to the hotel. Their trip would have been considerably faster had he not pressed her into every recessed doorway they encountered for a long, deep kiss and the occasional nibble on her silk-covered breasts or her long, graceful neck.

She realized how serious he was about teasing her when, instead of using the next empty doorway, he spun her around and pressed her against the window of a nearly full restaurant. She gasped at the sensation of the cold glass on her highly excited nipples, one of which was fully exposed, her breast having partially escaped her blouse. Knowing many of the diners were watching, she surrendered to the enjoyment of the moment.

With the little temptress pressed to the glass, he reached up and pulled the clip from her hair, allowing the silky tresses to fall about her shoulders. He knew she hated having her thick hair against her neck, yet he loved when she allowed the auburn waves to frame her face and tickle her upper back.

Slipping the clip into a pocket of his jacket, he set about beginning her torment. Trailing kisses across her shoulders and down her neck, he reached around her waist to cup her pussy through her pants. Van found the seam and gently drew it back and forth over her clit while drinking in her smooth back. He never let his actions with Anna's clit become enough to fully arouse her, and he knew he was succeeding upon hearing the frustration in her moans.

She found herself contorting salaciously, trying to press into the window as well as further into his hand. She felt as if she were dancing around a crowded room, yet somehow never touching anyone there. Damn this torture; she hadn't been this bad to him, had she?

Taking a peek into the restaurant, she noticed an elegant, older woman carefully watching her. Seated alone and in the corner, the woman had a playful sparkle in her eye, appearing to be amused by the younger woman's predicament. She seemed to understand what the young redhead was experiencing, and with a wry grin she raised her wine glass. Anna's sense of adventure kicked into high gear with their connection, and she smiled back at the woman as if promising to allow her to feel some of the excitement her sexy man was creating.

Standing behind his squirming woman, he had a strong desire to go ahead and ravish her; it still wasn't quite what he wanted. Kissing the junction of her neck and shoulder, he spied the object with which he was going to push her closer to the precipice. With a step back, he allowed her to come off the glass just enough to reach his other hand around her torso to take hold of the pendant. She cried out when he traced it along the underside of her well-chilled nipple.

However, his intentions were still to tantalize, the way she had done earlier. When he realized that she was approaching a small orgasm, he pulled away before turning her around again, teasing her with a series of glancing kisses. Her agonized moans simply added fuel to his fire as he took her hand and started to lead her back to their hotel. Before leaving, she turned quickly and waved a rueful yet cheerful farewell to the woman in the restaurant.

Knowing how close to the brink he had brought her, Van couldn't resist a couple more playful stops in doorways before arriving at the hotel.

There is a certain romance to the city of Montreal, as well as in the hotel she had been placed in for the show, yet a large part of that romance is lost when not with a lover. Her first day in town had only served to remind her of this. With her lover finally there, Anna's room took on a warmer feel.

After pushing her coat to the floor, Van cupped his hands around her face. Drawing her in, he kissed her, sucking on her lower lip, nipping her nose and pulling his fingers through her hair. Before she could fully respond, he stepped back and removed his coat. Laying it over the back of a small armchair, he sat down to look at the surprised woman before him.


Exhibitions Ch. 01



With an amused expression, he uttered one word: "Strip."

"What?"

"You heard me, Anna. I want you to undress, now... and slowly."

He slipped off his shoes, getting comfortable while watching her puzzlement.

"Are you serious?"

His response was merely to raise an eyebrow at her while smirking.

"This is because I wore pants tonight?"

He stretched his arms and back, settling into the chair.

She laughed in disbelief, never taking her eyes from his face. As she gathered her wits, a slow, sensuous smile played on her lips. "Well, if that's how you want to do this, let's have some fun."

Gently swaying her hips, Anna slowly skimmed her hands over the outer edges of her breasts before running them seductively through her hair. With one hand holding her thick mane off her shoulders, she displayed the inviting contours of her lithe, elegant neck. Her other hand went to the buttons at the front of her blouse, which she coyly began popping open... teasing him... torturing him. Still moving her hips in a sinuous dance, she loosened the final closure.

With a gentle shake of her shoulders, she allowed the silk vest to fall to the floor. Smiling sexily, she stood before him with her arms at her sides, waiting for his reaction. Her smile grew as he groaned and rubbed his cock once through his pants. Slowly bringing her hands forward, she let them skim down her body, brushing her fingers back over her breasts and giggling as he groaned again.

In all that time, her hips had never ceased in their slow movements, causing him to wonder what the music in her head was. He was entranced by the soft bounce of her breasts, how freely her hips moved... how they seemed to be telling him to touch himself. Doing his best to resist, Van looked pointedly at the silk blouse lying at her feet.

Catching her lower lip between her teeth as she turned during her little dance, she slowly slipped her fingers under her waistband, her palms flat against her skin. Arching her back, she raised her ass slightly while her hips maintained the figure-eight movement she had been teasing him with all night.

"Fuck," he groaned from his seat behind her. "Anna, you're just being cruel now."

With a seductive grin, she glanced back at him, slowly sliding her hands further into her pants. She knew he was an ass man. As she bent slightly forward, she drew her hands out to undo the buttons. "Hmm, is this what you were wanting?"

"You know what I want."

"Don't be so sure, Van. Maybe I need you to tell me what you want."

The silk of her pants was creeping down her hips as she teased him with her sultry voice.

"I've already told you that I want you to strip. How was that unclear?" As the crack of her ass came into view, his throat went dry, straining his voice. "You are such a damn tease."

She laughed; a gorgeous, throaty sound. "That may be, but you've never complained about it before."

Turning to face him, she let her slacks fall to the floor before stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. His eyes raked in the view of her slender body, amused that she still had her shoes on, and appreciative of the expanse of her smooth skin. 

With a subtle movement of his chin, he indicated that he wanted her to stay where she was. He didn't get to see her as often as he would like, so this was for himself. His eyes wandered from her sexy high heels up her long, shapely legs. He wondered about the scar on her shin, though he wasn't going to let it stop him from exploring the rest of her body.

Anna walked toward him then, her hips nearly singing. She placed her hands on the armrests of his chair and leaned in to kiss him just as he pressed the ball of his thumb to the birthmark next to her gleaming slit. Squirming lightly against his thumb, she teased him with her kiss, tracing the tip of her tongue along the outline of his lips, nuzzling her nose against his.

Slipping her tongue into his mouth, she drew her hands up his arms to start unbuttoning his shirt. She opened it slowly, bending down to kiss, lick and nibble her way around his chest. When he finally groaned again from her renewed teasing, she knelt between his legs with her hands flat on his knees.

"Vaaaan," she murmured in a sort of sing-song lilt. "Do you like this? Do you like me on my knees in front of you?"

Her hands were slowly caressing his thighs in small circles, making their way up from his knees as she continued her cooing. She looked up at him, her green eyes glinting as her fingers reached for the button on his slacks. "Hmm, whatever could I do from here, Vaaaan?"

She stretched up to kiss him, and when she pulled back he was surprised to note how easily she had opened his pants. And she hadn't just unbuttoned them. She had opened them wide enough to have reached in and brought his achingly hard cock out while her hand played with the soft curls at its base.

"How did you do that?" he wondered aloud.

"I'm good," she teased, her eyes locked on his. "You've apparently forgotten that."

As she spoke, she lowered her head so that with her final word, she delivered a feather-light kiss to the tip of his cock. He half-gasped, half-groaned her name as her soft, full lips briefly enveloped the head. She flicked her tongue along the underside of his tip, teasing him again before she pulled her head back and whispered, her breath floating over his highly sensitive skin.

"Are you starting to remember now?"

In response, he merely groaned and slid forward in his chair.

She wondered if he knew how much she loved sucking his cock. Deciding it didn't matter, she resumed licking and flicking her tongue at the ridges of his swelling tip. Hearing him moan again, she looked up at him with a devilish gleam in her eye. Maintaining that gaze, she nibbled, licked and kissed her way up and down his thick shaft.

Noticing his breathing quickening, she wrapped her forefinger and thumb around the base of his heavy cock, raising it enough that she could easily run the flat of her tongue over the top of his balls. When he tensed slightly, she blew a stream of cool air over the area she had just licked. Dipping her head, she laved his balls gently but firmly. She was dropping random kisses as she moved, and he could only watch in awe. Finally, she slowly nibbled her way back up his cock before completely enveloping it in her loving mouth.

"Oh, god," he murmured as he reached to push her hair from her forehead.

Feeling his hand on her head, she rubbed her cheek on his inner thigh. With her eyes still on his, she rose to kiss his belly; leaning forward, she captured his cock between her breasts. As she slowly moved against him, she giggled from deep in her chest. 

"What is it?" Van caressed her cheek with his thumb, enjoying the vibrations caused by her laughter.

"I'm debating what I want to do next."

"Hmm, sounds like an interesting discussion. Care to fill me in on the options?"

"Well," she drawled, "I don't know." Anna pulled back just enough to run her warm, wet tongue around the head of his cock before returning his tantalizing shaft to the deep valley of her cleavage. "I'm trying to decide if I want to finish you here, or go for a change of scenery. And if I decide to finish you here, I'm also considering how I want to do that."

It wasn't quite a look of confusion that crossed his face, but she still thought it adorable. "What do you mean... finish?"

With an easy grasp on his shaft, she brought his cockhead to her lips, using it to lightly trace them. "I think you're worrying about something that really doesn't matter in the end." She winked at him playfully before gracefully engulfing him again and slowly bobbing up and down, humming around his thick cock.

When he felt her fingers' delicate dance over his balls, he gasped, "Oh god... Anna...." Realizing she had resolved her internal debate, he relaxed and let her direct things for the time being. Between her mouth and her hands, he wasn't going to last much longer anyway.

Taking a quick peek up his body, she could tell he was getting close. She slowed her movements, smiling at him with her mouth full. Moaning almost hungrily, she withdrew to a point where she could speak, yet still trace her tongue around that wonderful cock.

"Cum for me," she whispered. "Let me taste you, Van. I want to taste you."

'Well, that's hard to resist,' he thought. Still, it was the look in her eyes that finally sent him over the edge.

Even though she was expecting it, his first blast caught her by surprise, hitting toward the back of her mouth. She adjusted the angle of her head on his cock, not wanting to miss any of his cum. A second and third creamy jet pulsed into her waiting smile as she closed her eyes, sighing happily.

As the pulsing slowed, she slowly drew back. Just before she reached his head, however, she allowed her lips to break their hold, letting some of the thick cum dribble from her mouth along his shaft. He mumbled something, and she looked up at him, smiling without really hearing what he might have said. She sat back and swallowed before returning to lick his cock clean.

She sat back on her heels, licked her lips with a grin and murmured, "Yummy."

Leaning back in his chair, he smiled. "You're going to have to give me a few minutes here. In the meantime, you need to check out the balcony."

"Ooh, is there something special I should see out there?" Her tone was gentle and teasing, knowing he simply wanted her on the balcony.

"No, it's more that I want to see you there."

Her thoughts confirmed, she laughed softly. Anna stood slowly and reached for a light sweater.

"No, babe, drop the sweater."

"Why am I not surprised?" she teased.

Her room was on the third floor, and the balcony faced into a courtyard which was open to all the hotel's guests. Being centrally located on the floor, she recognized almost immediately that the people across the way would be able to see her balcony. Additionally, any curious souls whose rooms were along the sides of the courtyard might also catch a glimpse if they were watching. She wondered then if anyone walking past below would be able to see.

A slow, sensual smile made its way into her eyes at the thought. "Feeling like showing off, is that it, Van?" Her voice was low and playful as she slunk across the room toward him. "But what do you want to show off, baby?"

He laughed softly before standing and taking her into his arms. "You're over-thinking this, sexy lady. Right now," he growled, leaning in to nibble just below her ear, "I just want to see you out on that balcony."

Wanting her to remain on her feet, he took hold of her hips, smiling as she leaned in for a kiss. He was still going to prolong their pleasure. After enjoying the slow play of their tongues, he slowly marched her backward. "The balcony, Anna.... Get your naked self out to the balcony."

With a playful pout, she whispered, "Fine, I'm going."

Turning on the balls of her feet, she walked away, sensuously rolling her hips with all the skill she had gained from her years of dance training. When she got to the door, she paused long enough to look over her shoulder and sing, "Don't keep me waiting too long."

Once she was on the balcony, she took a look around. While the peaceful courtyard was currently empty, there was some activity in the rooms she could see from her vantage point at the rail. There were a few couples enjoying the quiet evening on their balconies, four rooms with solo businessmen at their laptops or watching TV, and three other occupied rooms with their light curtains drawn. No one seemed to have noticed her yet.

She wanted to play; she was pretty sure that was what he wanted as well.

Taking a chair near the small table, Anna turned it to face Van before sitting to look in their room. She leaned back as comfortably as she could and draped one leg over the padded arm. Her other leg stayed down, but she moved it in close. Knowing she was proudly splayed open, a slow smile came to her shining face. With his green eyes locked on her every movement, she placed her hands on her knees.

Sighing in anticipation, she drew her fingertips along her inner thighs. Inch by inch, they crept up her long legs, taking a turn to the tops of her thighs. Smiling at his reaction, she let her hands continue their exploration, moving over her hips, across her belly... between her breasts.

"Touch yourself," he mouthed from his seat.

She blew him a kiss.

Anna ran her fingers through her hair, piling it atop her head before shaking it back down, laughing as she did so. The clear sound pierced him, dancing in his ears, filling his mind with lurid visions. Her fingers were tracing the sides of her face, and she sucked the tip of one into her mouth as she continued to watch him.

Shedding his shirt, he crossed the room while watching her fingers trail down her throat. He noticed her breathing had become a bit heavier as her hands flattened to skim her breasts. She cupped them for him, raising them slightly so he could see the creamy white flesh surrounding the pale pink nipples that had already begun to deepen in color, tightening and rising in expectation of his loving mouth.

She watched him open the patio door and step onto the balcony with her, yet he didn't move toward her. He stood, silently watching while she palmed her nipples into excited pebbles. Moaning, she slid one hand down her belly to stroke her landing strip.

He leaned against the door frame, the corner of his mouth curling into a sexy smirk. Nodding, he urged her to continue. As much as he was looking forward to finally entering her, he remained strangely relaxed... content to watch.

Having a very good idea of what he wanted, she spread her fingers to caress the smooth, bare skin on either side of her pussy. Her other hand was still occupied, gently kneading at her breast. She watched his face as she whispered, her voice hoarse with need, "This is what you want, isn't it?"

When he tore his eyes from her face, he saw that both hands were at her pussy, gently pulling her swollen outer lips aside. It was taking all his willpower, but there was still one thing he wanted to see from her.

Spreading her tender folds, showing him the moisture running along her full inner lips, she was still whispering. "This is it, isn't it, baby? Do you see how wet I am? I know you can see how much I want you." Her voice shaking with hunger, she sent a finger deep into her dripping hole.

"Mmmnh, it isn't enough, Van. I need more." She slowly withdrew her finger, and he could see it glistening with her copious juices.

Again, her green eyes locked onto his. Anna slid her finger into her mouth, moaning as she sucked it clean. "God, it tastes so much better with you too."

In two steps he was before her, pulling her to her feet and into his arms, delivering a crushing kiss. Hands were groping, tongues sliding as their passions rose. When he felt her hands at his waist, trying to press his pants down, he pulled back and turned her around. With a last nibble at the side of her neck he murmured, "Go and stand at the rail."

Nearly melting with anticipation, she stepped away from her lover to stand, quaking, where he had directed. She took a deep, calming breath and faced the courtyard. By then a few more of the rooms in her view were showing activity, which strangely served to channel her nerves.

He moved behind her, slowly drawing his fingers up the backs of her thighs. She shivered under the sensation and came close to collapsing when he took hold of her hips, kneading them gently. Once he felt her gaining some control over herself again, he bent over her body, kissing her shoulders and running his fingers over her lower back and ass with a soft pressure.

Her flawless skin was like a drug to him; the way she felt under his hands, under his mouth, made him feel... invincible. Inhaling her scent, he continued kissing his way down her back as he caressed her waist, hips and thighs. He slid a knee between her legs, nudging them further apart. When her feet were shoulder-width apart, he knelt behind her, never stopping his kissing and caressing of her ass and thighs.

While she was aware of the fact that they were standing on the balcony, in full view of anyone who might look in their direction, the moment Van's tongue touched the soft flesh between her inner thigh and her pussy, nobody else mattered. They could have been alone on a tropical island, or standing on the pitcher's mound in a packed Wrigley Field for all she cared. That tantalizing tongue, teasing her, yet never actually touching her aching pussy, was the only thing tying her to the earth.

All sense of time was gone.

It wasn't until he finally drew his tongue along the split of her inner lips that he noticed her breathing seemed wrong. "Anna?" He rose behind her; molding his body to her, he murmured in her ear, "Anna, what is it?"

She fought back a sob as she twisted in his arms and nestled her head into the junction of his neck and shoulder. "I don't know why, but suddenly I'm afraid."

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her closer and kissed her neck. "What are you afraid of?" he asked softly, trying to soothe her.

"I don't know."

Cupping the back of her head with one hand, he gently tilted her head to nibble along her jaw. He reached her lips and whispered, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please Van, don't stop."

With a slight grin, he leaned in to kiss her, sliding the tip of his tongue across her lower lip. Her hands moved down to cup his ass as she accepted his tongue into her mouth. They stood kissing on the balcony, his other hand tangled in her rich, red hair, while she caressed and squeezed his ass. Suddenly she pulled back, a question in her mirthful eyes.

"Why are your pants still on?"

"Because they haven't come off yet," he teased. "Don't worry... I'll take them off when the time is right."

Slowly turning her body back around, he resumed caressing her hips, all the while calmly whispering encouragement. He knew she had closed her eyes to focus, so he painted the scene with his words.

"There are two men in the rooms across from us, a couple in the corner who are having drinks on the balcony, a woman in the room next to them and another man across from her. Most of them are trying to be subtle about it, but I know they're looking over here. They want to see you, to hear your voice; they want to see how you'll react when I fuck you right in front of them.

"You're so beautiful, Anna. Your skin is so warm, so soft... I love touching you." He drew a hand up her abdomen to cup one of her full breasts, while his other hand snaked down to play with the neatly trimmed line of hair above her slit. "Do you know how gorgeous your breasts are?"

With a little pressure from his shoulders he twisted her torso just enough that he could reach down to the breast he was holding and take the puckering aureole into his mouth. As he licked and sucked at the nipple, he inched his other hand lower to cup her pussy, pulling her against him. Although his pants were still on, they were also wide open, allowing him to rub his cock lengthwise through the split of her ass.

Her soft moans were echoing in his ears, reminding him that she was capable of intense passion. His hand at her pussy took up a gentle stroking motion, trying to avoid her slit in order to tease her a little more. However, he found that his earlier teasing had been more effective than he had realized; her lips were already slick with her juices, and two fingers were pulled irresistibly into her warm opening.

Once he began slowly finger-fucking her, she grasped the balcony rail more firmly, leaning into it for stability. The heel of his hand pressed just above her clit, and she cried out one time, sharply. When he checked again, he saw that they had the full attention of her audience, then he heard her whisper something he couldn't make out.




Exhibitions Ch. 01



"What is it, babe? You have to speak up," he breathed in her ear while seeking her elusive G-spot. "I can't hear you, Anna."

"Please, Van, I need you inside me."

Her words came rushing out in a jumble; her voice was strained, yet clear enough to carry across the courtyard. In the corner of his eye, he caught movement from one of the businessmen vying for a better position to see Anna. She turned her face toward him, nuzzling his jaw as she spoke. "You've been teasing me since we left the gallery. Please, just fuck me."

"Here, where all those people can see you?"

"Yes, here, and right now. And if you don't fill me with that thick cock of yours, I'm sure one of those men over there will be able to figure out which room this is, and he'll fuck me."

She waved vaguely toward the anonymous men across the courtyard.

Smiling gently at the sound of desperation in her voice, he pulled back, releasing her breast and placing that hand on her hip. With his other hand, he lowered his pants to his knees. Before she could respond, he was sliding his cock along her dripping and swollen inner lips, preparing to grant them both the pleasure they had been hinting at all night.

As he slipped the throbbing mushroom head of his cock into her slit, she groaned deeply and leaned forward, taking hold of the railing for support. He held still for a moment, relishing in the heat coming from her body. Finally he withdrew, just a fraction, before plunging his full length into the welcoming embrace of her warm, silky depths.

Her joyous cry echoed in the empty courtyard. She pressed her hips against him, spreading her feet just that little bit wider. Now with better balance she stood, wanting to feel as much of his body as she could.

With his hands on her hips, he traced his mouth from her ear, down her neck to the junction with her shoulder, where he gently bit her fragrant skin. He tilted his hips as he started a slow pumping, watching her breasts begin to bounce freely on her chest. Gasping lightly, she dropped one arm to take hold of his thigh, pressing her fingers into the flexing muscle she found there.

She raised her other arm with a graceful, languid motion, reaching for the back of his head. Feeling the light pressure from her hand, he maneuvered to kiss her, nipping at her lips before thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. He caught her sigh in his mouth and adjusted his kiss to mirror their actions as they fucked.

Pulling her against him, a groan rumbled deep in his chest. His voice was hoarse and strained as he spoke into her hair, "Oh my god, they're watching you, Anna."

"Us," she rasped, panting.

"No, baby, they're watching you. You're right in front of me, so they couldn't see me if they wanted to. Besides, you're so amazing, why would they want to watch me?"

She needed to feel him more deeply. Because of all the teasing they'd both done all night, her orgasm was already on edge. Raising one foot, she stepped on the lower rail of the balcony, granting his cock a new angle and greater access. He quickly took advantage of her slight movement, driving into her as fully as he could.

"Oh god, yes, Van!" she called out into the night air.

Although her eyes were wide open, he knew she wasn't seeing anything. Wanting to enhance her excitement, he started describing their audience for her. He told her about the man across from them who was slowly stroking his cock, and the man to the side who was masturbating as quickly as he could.

"The woman across from him is kneading her tits, while the woman on the balcony is being eaten to the climax of her life. Anna, my god, you're turning them all on so much." His voice was husky and strained in her ear. He could feel her body shaking under his hands and knew she was close, yet he continued with his long, slow thrusts into her sodden pussy.

"Ooohhhh!" she cried. "Please, touch me." She was straining to maintain as much physical contact with him as possible. Her voice dropped as she pleaded, "Please, let me cum now, Van. Touch me."

He leaned down to nibble on her neck and shoulders again, chuckling quietly at her frustrated groan when neither of his hands moved from her hips. When she tried to slam her ass back to him, he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her against him. His other hand came to her face where his fingertips caressed her lower lip for just a moment.

She moaned something that sounded like a 'yes' before sucking two of his fingers into her mouth, wetting them. When he was satisfied they were wet enough, he slowly tugged them from her lips and slid his hand down her body until his fingertips were barely brushing over her engorged clit. At the same time, he began pumping his cock into her pussy with increasing speed.

"Unnnhhhh. Oh god, I'm cumming!" Her cry rose up the scale as her orgasm hit, and her body shook in his arms. "Van, yes!"

He felt her velvet walls clamping on his cock even as his hand was being soaked by her gushing cum. Two more strokes and his straining cock bathed her womb with its own thick release. "Oh, fuck, Anna," he sighed into the side of her neck.

They stood, still coupled, panting for a few moments when he felt her knees buckle. As his softening cock slid from her, he turned her in his arms and drew her to his chest, supporting her with his own body.

Looking up with a soft smile, she wrapped her arms around his waist and raised her lips to his. That was one of the parts of sex she enjoyed the most; a truly good kiss in the soft afterglow was incredibly underrated and far too often ignored. Fortunately, she knew that he agreed with her.

Quietly, tenderly, they came together with nibbling lips and caressing tongues. As it progressed, their kiss seemed to send strength back to her knees. She sighed into his mouth and brought one hand up to comb her nails back through his hair.

"Remind me that I'm treating you to a manicure tomorrow," his breath tickling her lips as he spoke.

"You don't like my long nails?" she teased, starting to shiver in the light breeze.

He laughed and gently bit her chin, telling her, "I guess it depends on where you've got those nails of yours and what they're doing to me." Noticing her trembling, he asked, "Are you cold?"

"A little bit, yes."

Hugging her to him tightly, he whispered, "Let's go inside then. I think we've lost our audience anyway."

They both looked out across the courtyard. Most of the people had gone in, except for the older of the two men across from them and the woman in the corner. Anna blushed and waved at them, smiling at the thought of how thoroughly fucked she had just been. "Yes, let's go in."

Once in the room, she went to wash her face and brush her teeth before slipping between the sheets of the large bed. She heard Van hang up the phone, and she asked him what was going on as he walked through the room to the bathroom.

"I wanted to check on something for tomorrow," he teased. "For now, just get comfortable, and I'll be right with you."

She lay back against the pillows, listening to some soft jazz as he prepared for bed. When he joined her, they lay on their sides so they could gently touch each other. Soon he was pressing her to her back and slowly sliding his rock-hard cock into her silky depths.

After being apart for far too long, they were finally in each others' arms again, and they spent the rest of the night making slow, perfect love.




Thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope you'll take the time to vote and/or comment. I do respond to private comments if they have a valid e-mail address. Please be patient, as I'm going to be busy over the holidays. The second chapter will be submitted in the first week of January.

Thank you again and Merry Christmas,

annanova



Exhibitions Ch. 02



Thanks to litfan10 for letting me borrow Holly and the Forbes Erotic Art Gallery. The ball is now in your court. Huge thanks, as always, to stevieraygovan for the editing. I don't know what I'd do without you, my friend.

©2011, all rights reserved

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It was the dull ache of sore muscles that started Van's gradual exit from a peaceful, dreamless sleep. He lay still, wondering why his back hurt until a movement next to him brought him into full awareness.

Anna.

Montreal.

God, he was in Montreal... with Anna.

He rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Their night together had been incredible. Her soft body had been so responsive, so passionate; taking her on the balcony was almost like a dream. Knowing that others in the hotel had enjoyed watching them had served to spur him on that much more.

His cock twitched at the recollection.

From the time they met, he'd known she had an adventurous side. It had taken steady encouragement and persistence before she had started to let it shine through, and last night had been a huge leap forward for her.

He stood in the bathroom's doorway and watched her sleeping for several minutes. She'd rolled over to hug one of the hotel's large pillows; her hips were slightly canted up, facing away from him. It looked fairly awkward from his vantage point, but she was breathing easily and seemed comfortable enough.

Suddenly he wanted to be back in bed, holding her. As his cock stiffened, he padded back to the bed and slowly drew the sheet down her sleeping form before easing himself into position behind her.

Did he want to wake her or not? It was a tough decision, but with the call he'd made the previous night on his mind, he opted to let her sleep... for the time being anyway. He glanced at the bedside clock as he bent to kiss her shoulder. Nearly 9:30 already.

Gently stroking and kissing her smooth back, he knew room service would soon be at the door. Still, it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy a few minutes soaking in the soft fragrance of her skin and the warmth of her body until then. She mumbled incoherently as his hands caressed her curves.

Naturally, the knock at the door came when he reached the small of her back.

Pulling on the pants he had tossed to the floor, he walked as quietly as he could to the door, opening it to invite the bellhop in. The young man entered with his rolling tray, stacked with piping hot croissants. He also had oranges and the equipment necessary to prepare freshly-squeezed orange juice. A carafe and French press were under the top shelf for brewing the hotel's special blend of coffee. 

"Where would you like your breakfast, sir?"

There was a mischievous gleam in Van's eyes as he thought of what was waiting in the other room. "Oh, just take it in. You can set it up next to the little table." He kept his voice light and followed the bellhop into the sleeping area, catching a glimpse of his nametag as he passed - Marcel.

It was the knock at the door that brought Anna fully into wakefulness. She could just make out two voices at the door and was sure her lover was planning something for her. Deciding to let it play out, she lay still, controlling her breathing in the hopes that she would appear to be sleeping.

The entire cart rattled as Marcel stopped in his tracks, stunned at the woman's smooth, bare body lying on the bed in front of him, her rich red hair fanned over the pillow. She was facing the wall but the sheet had been drawn down past her knees, exposing the elegant lines of her back, ass and thighs. He couldn't help but wonder what he had walked into.

Knowing there was a possible new participant in whatever Van was thinking, her curiosity was roused. Who had come in, and what would he or she do? She could hear someone stuttering, presumably in surprise, and from the tone she knew it was a man bringing them breakfast.

'What are you planning, babe?' She shivered with excitement at the thought.

"Don't worry about it," she heard her lover calmly and quietly say to their guest. "You're welcome to enjoy looking at her. What do you normally work on first; the juice, or the coffee?"

'Okay, good, he's setting some boundaries. Does that mean this is it and this guy only gets to look, or will that loon allow him to touch me?' she mused. To play a little and let him know she was aware of his game, she shifted slightly with a soft sigh.

Van sat in one of the chairs next to the table and smiled as the young man seemed to relax under the knowledge that he had a specific task. Glancing at the bed, he noticed Anna's subtle movement and realized she was awake. The bellhop was also eyeing her body and trying to be casual about his ogling while he went about the business of preparing breakfast.

"Umm... I'll start with the coffee. While that's brewing, I'll squeeze the oranges."

As the young man reached for the carafe and French press, Van asked, "That's an interesting way to make coffee. How long does it usually take?" He was hoping to send a message to his little temptress. 'Either she'll keep pretending to sleep,' he thought, 'or she'll wake up to play, depending on how much time he needs for the coffee.'

Checking the water in the carafe and deciding there was enough, Marcel stated, "It depends on how strong you want your coffee, but once I add the water you can let it sit for up to ten minutes, although I recommend you pour it before that long." He looked at the walls for a moment and added, "I just need to bring the water to a boil first."

The electrical outlet was quickly found and the carafe was plugged in to heat the water. 'Qu'est-ce qu'ils font ici? Merde, je ne veux pas des soucis, j'ai tout juste gagne cette position,' he worried to himself as he returned to his cart.

Anna concentrated on the activity behind her. From the way Van's question was phrased, she knew she had about ten minutes to continue playing possum. 'How do I let him know I understand? Hmm, would he believe I'm having a dream?'

A soft sigh and sleepy giggle, both muffled by the pillow, told him that the lithe redhead was aware of at least part of what was going on; grinning to himself, he decided he would follow her lead. Of course, he might direct a few things, but he'd let her have most of the control.

Relaxing into his game, Van watched as the oranges were cut and squeezed and the rinds discarded. It was interesting, seeing the young stranger adjust to his surroundings and especially to the beautiful, nude woman on the bed in front of him. He wondered if anything similar had ever happened to the bellhop before.

While he knew that Anna would have the last word in just how far things went, he was also curious how far their visitor might push, and where she'd decide to draw the line. Taking a sip of the sweetly tart orange juice the bellhop offered him, he realized he wanted her to 'wake up' in order for things to begin moving in whatever direction they were going to take.

At a signal from the carafe, the bellhop turned it off before unplugging it and returning to the cart. Van sat back as the young man poured hot water into the glass of the press and swirled it around, heating the glass before emptying it into a bowl that had been hidden from view.

"That seems like it's an overly complicated way to make coffee."

"Perhaps," Marcel shrugged as he measured out the grounds. "We find that it makes for a fresher cup though." He took his time pouring hot water into the carafe and stirred the mixture before adjusting the press over the top. It already smelled delicious.

"I take my coffee straight, but after she's awake I believe she'll want a couple sugars in hers. Thanks."

"Actually, I take milk in my coffee with one sugar, please. Thank you."

Both men started at the sound of her voice.

With her leg raised and strategically bent at the knee, Anna had rolled to her back, exposing her chest to her lover and their guest. She stretched her arms over her head, smiling sleepily at her captivated audience.

Though she was willing to join Van in the sexy, teasing game he was setting up, she wasn't entirely sure how she wanted to play it. 'Just how far am I ready to go?' the sensuous redhead asked herself. Catching the subtle yet unmistakably pleased look on her lover's face, her decision was easier. 'Okay then, whatever happens, happens. I trust him to look out for me.'

Marcel stared at her in shock, drinking in her smooth skin, the still half-asleep expression in her eyes and the full weight of her breasts with their large, pale pink nipples pointing to the ceiling. Even with her lean thigh obscuring her pussy, she seemed to be sending an invitation to the men to join her in the large bed. His body couldn't help but react, so he moved behind his cart in a failing effort to hide his developing erection.

"How... how much milk do you take?" The words caught in his dry throat. "And do you want skim or two percent?"

Gratified by her gentle smile, he felt a bit more confident as she made her order. "The two percent, please, and you're actually preparing a café crème for me."

Preparing the milk and sugar allowed the bellhop to again focus on a task. It was strange how normal this was beginning to feel, as if he made coffee everyday for attractive, naked women. He could even just forget about... 'Oh yeah, that guy is here. Wait, what is he to her? Where is he anyway?' he wondered.

The sound of someone clearing his throat brought the young man back to the room. "I'm sure you've seen beautiful women before," Van grinned.

Marcel responded with a nervous laugh, "Monsieur, Montreal is home to many beautiful women."

"As well as very handsome men," added Anna, watching as the young man blushed under her gaze.

'Yeah, she's into this now,' Van laughed to himself. Looking across the room, he asked, "So, baby, what do you have on the schedule for today?"

She looked across the room at her lover, silently asking, 'What are you doing?'

'Playing,' his lopsided grin told her.

"Other than the gallery opening tonight, we're free." She sat up a little more in the bed, allowing her breasts to sway before her audience. 'Damn, I think I could get used to this. First there was last night, and now this? Yeah, it could be fun,' she thought.

The look on the young man's face as he watched her full breasts dancing before him was priceless. He was completely mesmerized, and she thought she could make out a nice-sized bulge growing below his belt. She felt her nipples rising under his cautious scrutiny, revealing her arousal to Van.

'How far can I go?' she wondered, lazily running her fingertips along her thigh. 'How far do I want to go?'

'You know what I'd say to that, baby,' his eyes laughed from across the room with his message. 'Go as far as you're comfortable, then push a little further.'

"Speaking of the gallery, Van, I want you to look over what I brought so you can help me get my outfit right."

Anna's voice brought him back to the room. "I thought you said you had an outfit ready?"

"I do," she replied, sighing as her fingers dipped between her thighs to tease the top of her slit. Her leg was still raised enough to block the men from seeing what she was doing, but she knew Van was aware of her actions. "The thing is that I know you didn't really like what I wore last night. I wasn't planning on wearing pants again tonight, but I figured I would at least get your input."

"You did say you had a couple things in mind for tonight." His grin let her know that he was aware of what she was doing. 'So lover, how excited are you right now?'

Her throaty laugh was more than enough answer.

Unfortunately for Marcel, the sensual sound of the woman's laughter was also more than enough to send him over the edge. With a choking gasp, the young bellhop came in his pants. Muttering his apologies in hurried Quebecois, he wished them a good day as he made a hasty retreat, shuffling rather stiffly from the room.

Once he was gone, the slender redhead rose to head into the bathroom.

Van chuckled as he sauntered over and sat on the bed, a cup of coffee in each hand. He waited patiently until she returned and sank back into the pillows next to him. When she took her drink, he teased her, saying, "That was mean of you, Anna, making that poor kid blow like that. It's kind of too bad he left, though. I was curious how far you might have let him go."

She flashed him an impish grin at the implication. "He wouldn't have gotten very far," she giggled before taking a sip. "Mmm, I don't know when you set this up, but thank you."

They remained on the bed for several minutes, relaxing with their coffee. Starting to feel hungry, he got up again to retrieve the croissants. While nibbling at the flaky pastries, they talked about things they might be able to do during the day that would still give her time to prepare for the exhibition.

He wanted to let her wake up a little before beginning their day. Since the photo exhibit was hosting its official opening that night, he knew they'd probably be doing some exploring in the city, although they wouldn't do anything that required them to wander too far from the hotel and gallery.

With a sultry giggle, she nudged him with her elbow and asked, "Did you really want to see me with the bellhop?"

"What would you have done if he'd stayed and approached you?"

She leaned across his chest to set her cup on the nightstand then brought her arm back to run her hand up his side. As she teased his nipples with her fingernails, she murmured, "I would've had to let him know that I'm not interested. Babe, we don't get to see each other that often, and it's been too long since we were together as it is." Dropping a quick kiss on his chin, she added, "I want our time here to be for us. That's what would make me the happiest."

"I can't argue with your happiness."

"You shouldn't even try." She laughed and moved to straddle her charming lover.

Suddenly she stopped, noticing something felt wrong beneath her. "Wait." She glanced down. "Why are you wearing pants? And again, too; you keep wearing pants while I'm naked. What's with that?"

"I didn't feel like flashing room service."

"But you felt like displaying me for him."

"That's different; nobody wants to see me naked."

Nearly tearing his pants open, she purred, "I do."

She scooted down his thighs, tugging his pants down his hips and releasing his erection. Grinning, he bent his knees and lifted enough so that she could remove what there was of his clothing. Once that barrier was gone, she stretched her body along his, lacing her fingers into his hair and pulling his mouth to hers for a searing kiss.

The thing that excited him the most about having her on top was the unrestricted access it gave him in exploring her body. He knew she loved his hands as much as he enjoyed touching her. Hard to go wrong with a situation like that, so he was free to roam her body as far as he could reach, drawing erotic designs across her warm skin.

"And the best part," she whispered, "is that we have all day, if that's how long we want to take."

"Then why are we in such a hurry?" he breathed back.

Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them to their sides. With one hand in her long, red hair, he gently tugged her head back to nibble at her neck. Listening to her sighs, he let his other hand trace its way down her ribcage to her hip, kneading the soft, yielding flesh.

He resumed kissing her, their tongues moving together in their own dance. They lay like that for several minutes, each arousing the other. After long minutes of easy teasing, he took hold of the back of her thigh. Pulling it over his hip, he watched her face as he slid his top leg between hers. The desire he saw amazed him as he took his time caressing the underside of her thigh and rubbing his cock lengthwise along her wet slit.

Briefly closing her eyes, she groaned. When she opened them again, she whispered, "I want you... inside me... now."

He couldn't refuse her.

Bringing their hips closer together, he pressed into her warm, wet folds. Remaining on their sides, he kept his motions slow and steady while he reached up to cup her face. Her eyes softened as he kissed her throat, her chin, the corner of her mouth. There was no hurry, no need to be anywhere; there was only the moment and the soft, firm grip of her silken pussy on his rigid cock.

Her hands were busy creating a new map of his body. First caressing, then lightly scratching, then kneading firmly, she rediscovered his shoulders, back and ass. She enjoyed the way his muscles flexed and contracted under her touch. Leaning in to kiss his neck, she breathed in deeply, relishing the faintly spicy scent of his warm skin.

With an easy sweep, he drew her face back and painted wavy lines from her temple to her chin, staring into her beautiful green eyes all the while. There was awe in his voice as he breathed, "Why me, Anna? You could've asked anyone to join you here, but you asked me. Why?"

"What do you mean, I could've asked anyone? You're the only person I thought of." She traced the line of his ear, whispering to him. "I can't imagine being here with anyone but you."

Their love-making continued, slow and tender because of the position they were in. He realized that he didn't want a fast, hard fuck; he wanted the closeness they were sharing. Reaching to fondle her breast, he laved the enticing pink nipple, causing it to deepen in color. He heard her moan as she began her orgasm, the walls of her pussy clamping down on him.

She pressed her hips more firmly against him as the sensation rose within her. "Van, yes," she sighed into his neck, just below his ear.

Feeling rather than hearing her words, he carefully took hold of the nape of her neck, bringing her head back again. "Let me see you, baby. I want to watch your face."

His whisper came as her climax hit. He was amazed by the way her eyes softened. Everything about her completely let go, yet her smile was radiant while she allowed the bliss to take over her body. Then her fingers dug into his shoulder and waist as she shook in his arms, sending him over the edge as well.

They lay still, arms and legs wrapped around the other's body, riding out the end of their orgasms. She inhaled deeply as he twitched within her once more before slipping from her moist warmth. Nibbling at her lover's lips, she sighed happily.

As they relaxed, sated for the time being, she looked at him, examining his face.

"What is it?" he wondered.

"I'm starving," she confessed.

The bed shook with their laughter.

"It's a good thing I had some breakfast sent up then."

She looked over at the rolling cart with the carafe, pitcher of orange juice and empty plates. "You're thinking that a couple of flaky rolls and a coffee will be enough to keep us going?" Her teasing smile had a warm undertone to it.

"Hell no," he drawled. "That was just to get us started, babe."

Her giggle delighted him. "In that case, maybe we should think about getting ourselves cleaned up and ready to go. If I'm right, we're going to need plenty of energy for today."

"I think we'll manage." He laughed with her, before reaching over to tickle her.

Scrambling away from his talented fingers, she sprang from the bed to snap up her camera. Still laughing, she opened the lens cap and thumbed the camera on in an easy motion. Before he knew it, she had the lens trained on him.

"Anna, what are you doing?" There was a hint of trepidation in his voice.

"I'm taking your picture, silly, so be still." Busying herself with the zoom, she studied the view screen and the room to set up her shots. "No, I want you on your stomach for this."




Exhibitions Ch. 02



He chuckled, yet followed her teasing order and rolled over. "Does this work for you?" he asked, placing his head on his folded arms.

"Lovely, now just relax, babe. This won't take me long." She moved around the bed, snapping off several shots. "Hmm, I love your back. You've got beautiful lines."

The sound of her camera stopped, only to be replaced by a rustling.

"What are you doing now, Anna?"

"Hang on, I'm nearly done."

Her voice came from across the room. After another moment, he felt the gentle pressure of her lips on his ass.

"Perfect," she murmured. A few more clicks and she was bouncing on the bed, giddy with happiness.

"Do I get to see these?" He rolled to his side and looked up at her, smiling at the expression on her face.

"Later. I want to see how they look on the computer." She collapsed next to him with a delighted sigh. "I think they'll be fine, I just want to play with them a little, maybe adjust the color on a few of them."

He glanced over his shoulder, curious how she had marked him. The unmistakable shade of her lipstick was just visible from his angle, peeking up at him from where she had kissed. "You're crazy."

"Only where you're concerned, baby," she whispered, kissing his chin.

"Where's the camera, sexy lady? I'm going to have to get a few shots of you too."

"Mmm, we can do that later too. There are a few more I want of you."

The slow smile she flashed him was playful and sensual, and sent a clear signal straight to his cock. He was sure she knew what she was doing to him... that he was putty in her hands when she looked at him that way. Damn, she knew how to press his buttons, and it didn't matter that they saw each other so rarely. To be honest, when she smiled at him like that, he was ready to chuck everything and move across the country just to be with her.

"What else do you want?" he asked, knowing he would do whatever it was.

"For now, stay put." She rose to her knees and clambered over his legs. Lying on top of him, she molded her hips to his. "I hope this works."

A few more clicks of her camera, then he felt her moving again.

"Okay, lover, to the shower."

He sat up laughing. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed to stand, he reached for her hand, pulling her to him. "A shower sounds like a very good idea," he murmured into her neck.

"That's what I thought." She gasped at the light pressure of his teeth on her collarbone. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she scraped the fingernails of one hand nonchalantly across his lower back. When he jumped, she smiled sweetly and whispered, "Unless you want me to bring my camera, I suggest we move."

Still chuckling, he leaned into her and wrapped his arms around her upper thighs. Lifting her, he walked them into the bathroom. Of course, he had to set her back down in order to turn on the water for their shower, but the camera was safely in the other room.

They stood under the jets of warm water, tenderly holding each other for several minutes. Slowly, Van gathered her hair, pulling it into a loose ponytail high on her head and holding it in one hand. Cupping her neck in his other hand, he tipped her head back and nibbled along her jaw while carefully guiding the water through her auburn tresses.

When he felt her hair was sufficiently wet, he moved to stand behind her and reached for her shampoo bottle. With a final, sucking kiss at the junction of her neck and shoulder, he poured some shampoo into his hand. After rubbing his hands together, he started massaging her scalp.

"Mmm, that feels wonderful," she murmured.

He loved running his hands through her thick hair. Adding the fragrant lather of her shampoo merely allowed another of his senses to join in the fun.

"I think you missed your calling," she teased when he changed the direction of the water, sending it through the hand-held nozzle so he could rinse the soap from her hair more easily.

"Be careful, love. We don't want any shampoo in your eyes."

"No, that wouldn't be any fun." She smiled as she watched him. "Still, you know I love what your fingers can do to me. Having you wash my hair is amazing. Thank you."

He reached in to kiss her once the shampoo was out of her hair. Before he could take hold of her, she surprised him with a washcloth and a small bottle of body gel. Sucking sensually on his lower lip, Anna proceeded to soap up his chest.

"Hey," he laughed, "I haven't been able to wash you yet."

She giggled with him. "Of course you have. It isn't my fault you started with my hair."

"So why aren't you washing my hair?"

"I have my priorities," she purred, slipping the soapy cloth around his waist to rub it in slow circles on his back.

Watching him relax under the steady pressure of her hand on his lower back, she raised her lips to nibble on the underside of his chin. With a quiet moan, he took hold of her hips, drawing her to him, as he slightly twisted his head to be able to kiss her again.

It was remarkable, kissing her in the shower. He'd quite happily kiss her anywhere, but in the shower, with the soap increasing the slippery movements of their bodies as they pressed together; yeah, that was a feeling to die for.

Suddenly, he pulled back from the kiss. Looking at her in astonishment, he growled low in his throat. "Anna, what are you doing, you saucy minx?"

Her gleaming green eyes sparkled. "I told you, I have my priorities. Is there a problem? Or did you want me to leave the lipstick mark on you?"

To his surprise, her hand with the washcloth had migrated to his ass, occasionally slipping through the crack. At the same time, her other hand was lovingly soaping up his thick cock and heavy balls.

"I wouldn't have minded if you had. Still, I think I can live with this," he groaned, feeling himself growing within her delicate grasp. "Ease up a little, babe. Let's keep taking our time today."

"You know, if we keep taking our time, we'll never leave the room, and I did want to take you to a few places today. I know you've wanted to see Montreal for a long time."

He pretended to pout, saying, "But baby, I'm having fun."

"So am I, Van," she murmured, squeezing lightly around the base of his cock to highlight her point. "You know we can't stay in the shower all day."

"I get to finish washing you before we leave though, right?" Going for mildly ominous with his tone, he ended up sounding closer to lecherous.

"What's taking you so long?"

She was beaming as she teased him back, handing him a fresh washcloth and her shower gel. He smiled when he read that it was vanilla-scented... his favorite.

He poured it onto the washcloth while she applied the conditioner to her hair. Before she was finished, he was gently rubbing the cloth over her shoulders, arms and back. Her soft, pleasured moans were music to his ears.

"Lean forward."

His voice sounded odd, she thought. Taking a quick glance around, she realized he was on his knees behind her. "What are you thinking, baby?" she teased.

"I'm thinking that I want to make sure you're all clean for your big day." His tone was light in his reply, teasing her right back, but she caught the serious undertone. "Believe it or not, babe, I am able to occasionally resist your very tempting charms."

As she gazed at him, a warm smile crossed her beautiful face. Silently, she slid her feet forward a few inches then placed her hands on the wall before her, leaning in and slightly arching her back.

He surprised her by running the soft washcloth up the back of her right leg. "Relax," he whispered, watching her quiver under his touch.

"Baby," she panted, "didn't you do this last night?"

The combination of his touch and the memory of leaning against the balcony railing for him the previous night was making her dizzy. She shuddered and realized that she was rapidly becoming wetter than she could ever remember.

"What, wash you? No, I don't remember last night involving us taking a shower together."

His tone was light, yet she could hear a sensual rumble behind his words. That huskiness seemed to speak directly to her knees, their trembling drawn out by Van's soapy caresses.

"Anna, why don't you lean against me for a minute?"

Her legs were shaking so much, he was afraid she would fall. He stood, guiding her back to his chest. Once she was secure, he took hold of the hand unit again and directed the water over her body.

"You know I still have to rinse my hair, right?" she murmured.

"Don't worry. I've got you covered."

He managed to shift his weight, giving himself the space to allow water to flow down her back, rinsing the suds from both their bodies. Cupping his hand on her forehead, he carefully rinsed her hair as well.

"You're spoiling me, you know?"

"If I am, it's not half as much as you're spoiling me, beautiful lady." He bent to kiss her collarbone. "It's also nowhere near as much as you deserve to be spoiled."

While he knew that she trusted people easily, and him completely, he still sought out ways to explore that trust. He wanted to see how far she would let him go before she said, 'No more.'

"There's one more thing to take care of, Anna," he breathed against her ear. "I need to have you sit down."

She allowed herself to be positioned on the edge of the tub. When she was seated, he turned to shut off the shower, changing the water to fill the basin. Turning back to her, he noticed that she was looking up at him with a shy grin.

"Are you really going to do this?" she asked.

He knelt between her thighs and kissed her in response, sending his tongue into her mouth with an easy, steady pressure. When he finally pulled back from her, he turned off the water and reached for her razor. "Yeah," he said, his voice low, "I'm really going to do this."

With a lopsided grin that tugged at him in strange and exciting ways, she extended her left leg, pointing her toes. "Have fun," she teased.

"No, baby," he whispered, licking her ear. "I'm starting from the top."

Having shaved just the other day, she knew there would only be a little bit of clean-up for him to do. Still, the idea of his doing this for her, of trusting him not to nick her knees or ankles when she did it often enough... it was nearly overwhelming. Her smile changed from flirtatious to nervous in the blink of an eye, yet she nodded at him anyway.

She watched him lather her up then run the razor over her legs. The look of intent concentration on his face made her smile. It was exciting, watching him take care of her in such an intimate manner.

He loved the fact that she was allowing him to tend to such a personal thing for her. Knowing she was watching him, he was tempted to peek up and gauge her expression. Instead, he focused on what he was doing, not wanting to harm her.

Leaning back, Anna felt his deft fingers manipulate her sensitive flesh as he guided the razor along her bikini line. They shifted position when he was done so Van could prop himself on the tub, pulling her back against his chest. She reveled in his touch; how it roamed as he shaved her legs.

It was in the recognition that he wanted to do this for her that she was able to relax with him. She had always felt her legs were one of her best features and enjoyed showing them off. His desire to share this experience with her was... a huge turn-on for them both, she realized.

Her head was resting on his shoulder, and she closed her eyes as he continued to run his hands up and down her long, well-toned legs. It was several minutes before she realized that he had put the razor away and was caressing her smooth skin without it.

Drawing one hand up her body, he leaned in to nuzzle her cheek. She hummed in pleasure at the feel of his hand palming her breast then drawing back to tease the nipple. As she turned her head to kiss him, his other hand slid between her thighs to cup her mound.

With his index and ring fingers, Van caressed the bare, silky skin framing her pussy. His middle finger sat atop her dampening slit, waiting for just the right moment. But... groaning she pulled away, rising from his embrace.

"Baby," she said, pouting as she extended both hands to him, "this tub is too damn small. Let's go get comfortable."

The smile she had for him at that last word was beyond inviting. Taking her hands, he stood with her.

"How comfortable do you want to be, lover?" he asked, dabbing a towel at the last of the soap and water on her legs. "I've got some things in mind for you."

Rather than speak, she led him back to their bed. "Knowing how much you like to tease and torture me, I'd rather be here." She lay on her side before adding, "Besides, the mattress is a lot softer and warmer than the bathtub."

"I do want you to at least start out being comfortable."

"What do you --" she started to ask.

She was interrupted by the warmth of his hands on her hips as he directed her to her back and pulled her to the edge of the bed. When he dropped to his knees, he draped her legs over his shoulders. He thought he heard her say something else, but he was too focused on the delights before him to think about it.

Anna nearly cried as he turned his head to kiss the inside of her left knee with almost painfully deliberate care. His progression of licks, nibbles and kisses was slow and achingly light, yet when Van reached her upper thigh, he paused before turning to repeat the treatment on her right leg.

While he varied the pressure of his teasing kisses traveling up her leg, she felt her body become lighter under the combination of his mouth and the way his hands were holding her hips. She thought she would float away. "This is incredible. I hope he never stops."

His kisses had both her legs quivering; with each inch he crept closer to their apex, the sensations raced through her body creating heightened anticipation. Yet he held back, and she knew she would go insane. Protesting the sudden pause, her soft moan sent a new surge to his already firm cock.

Taking just a moment to gaze up her body, he found that her face was already flushed, and the same hint of pink was traveling down her chest. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was working silently, waiting for him to make his next move.

He continued studying her body, his eyes drawn to the beautiful cleft he had been avoiding. Sighing quietly, he bent to kiss the birthmark next to the top of her slit.

Just before the touch of his lips on her heated skin, she felt a soft rush of warm air flowing over her sensitive clit. Her back arched, and she gave a quiet, strangled cry while a new flood of juices filled her pussy.

Glancing down, he watched as the telltale glisten made its way along the edge of her enticing inner lips. He looked back to her face and breathed, "You know I have to taste you now."

She merely grinned and tilted her hips toward his mouth.

With a smile of his own, he returned his gaze to between her alabaster thighs and inhaled her divine scent as deeply as he could. He was sure heaven must smell like that.

Broadening his tongue, he dragged it from the base of her slit to just below the protruding nub, which he carefully swirled around. He listened to her musical moans and nibbled at her silky labia, enjoying her uninhibited reactions to his mouth. Once he had completed his tour of her smooth skin, he slowly dipped his tongue into her warm well, tasting her tangy nectar.

Her gasp spurred him to vary his actions. Shifting his weight to one side, he teased her inner lips by zigzagging his tongue across and up her slit. His free hand caressed the crease of her thigh while his mouth traveled toward its goal. Carefully positioning himself between her thighs, he simultaneously slid a finger into her wetness and took her clit into his mouth. 

"Van!" she cried out.

The force with which her back arched came close to pulling her mound away from his attentions. Recognizing that she was on the edge of an orgasm, he changed direction and started nibbling on her lips, ignoring the insistent pulsing in his cock. He enjoyed drawing things out with her. Although she might later argue that it was a torment, he knew that she loved every minute of it.

With his focus centered on the smooth valley between her thighs, he kneaded her hips while taking his time, licking and nipping at her puffy outer lips. Altering his attack, he gently tugged on her inner lips, slick as they were. Her fragrant juices were flowing freely, so he returned to flicking his tongue around the edges of her hole.

The firm pressure of his tongue caused her to moan and buck against him again, although less forcefully than before. He pressed two fingers into her heated slit while sucking her throbbing clit into his mouth. Finding her G-spot, he stroked it evenly as he flicked his tongue against her.

She moaned from her belly, rolling her hips more insistently, silently begging for more.

Knowing what she wanted and that he could no longer resist, he rose from his knees to stand at the edge of the bed. As he looked upon her flushed body covered in a light sheen of sweat, the desire to never let her leave the hotel room came over him. He pushed it aside and knelt between her knees, adjusting her to lie in the middle of the bed.

Her eyes were locked on him, watching as he bent over her and kissed each erect, rosy nipple. She sighed and reached for him, wrapping her slender hand around his thick shaft. Rubbing his tip against her clit, she murmured, "Van, please, I need you to make love to me."

Unable to wait another second, he allowed her to direct his rigid member to her heated entrance. As she withdrew her hand, he sank into her, both of them gasping at the sensation. Taking a moment to enjoy the silken embrace of her pussy, he kissed his way along the line of her jaw before claiming her mouth.

Recalling that morning's activities -- being displayed for the bellhop, slowly making love while lying on their sides, followed by the eroticism of allowing him to shave her -- had her emotions exploding. She bent her knees, drawing her feet flat along the sheets until her thighs were at his hips.

He felt the smooth, soft skin of her inner thighs caressing him as he withdrew enough to hold just his cockhead inside for a moment before thrusting back into her velvet clutch. "Oh, Anna," he murmured.

Their hips found a rhythm together, ebbing and flowing like the tide. She cupped his face in her hands, bringing him in and teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue before they began a mutual plundering of each other's mouth.

Preceded by the tension built in the bath, it didn't take long before they both felt the stirrings of an orgasm. Using his arms to hold himself steady above her body, he slowly pulled his cock from her until just the head remained inside again. Instead of returning to her full grasp, he pressed inward a few inches then pulled back out, repeatedly dragging his cock over her clit.

The unusual pressure had her moaning, clutching at his hips and trying to draw him back inside.

"Patience, baby," he gasped.

He pumped into her twice, then resumed his teasing of her clit before she sank her fingernails into his ass and cried out. Sheathing himself one last time, he erupted within her as her pussy shuddered around his cock. Finally relaxing his arms, he lay across her body, and they panted together in the afterglow of their orgasms.

"God, baby, the way you were dragging your shaft over my clit... where did that come from?" she sighed.

His grin spread from ear to ear then turned to a laugh when he heard her stomach rumble. "Didn't you say something about being hungry a little earlier?"

"I did," she laughed, "and now I'm starving."

With another loving kiss, they rolled from the bed and started dressing.

"Babe, are we coming back here before the exhibition tonight?" he asked, pausing over his suitcase.




Exhibitions Ch. 02



In the middle of zipping her skirt, Anna looked at the bedside clock, pondering briefly before replying, "Yes, we'll need to. I'm not planning on dressing quite this casually for the show."

He looked at her, watching as she pulled on a light blouse. "I'm not sure why you're bothering to dress at all."

"Sorry, babe. Montreal might be more liberal than where we live, but they still require you to dress when in public. Still...." She smiled and revealed that only two of the buttons on her blouse were fastened. "Does that help you?"

"A little," he chuckled, buttoning his Levis. "So, where do you suggest we eat today?"

"Knowing you, I'm going to want some serious carbs and probably some basic fats, too. I've got just the thing in mind."

"Are you going to tell me?" He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her close and nibbling just below her ear.

Giggling at his light touch, she sighed her answer. "No, I want it to be a surprise." She turned in his arms, kissing him gently before withdrawing from his grasp. "Van, I know you've never been here, so I want to take you to some unique places, have you eat something really different and maybe, just maybe, give each of us a new experience... or two."

"I like that plan. Fine, you know I trust you so I'll follow your lead."

They were slipping on their shoes when a cell phone started to ring. Exchanging a silent question, they both checked their phones.

"Who is it?" he asked.

Glancing at the screen, she shrugged, "I'm not sure, but the ID has me curious." She smiled at him as she spoke into her phone. "Bliss Photography, this is Anna."

"Anna, hello," the strange female voice opened the conversation. "My name is Holly Mason, and I'm the Director of the Forbes Erotic Arts Gallery. I hear you're making quite the splash in Montreal."

"Excuse me?"

"One of our donors is visiting friends in Montreal, and they took him to the private showing at Galerie Lamarque last night. He called me this morning, raving about your photography. After the conversation I had with Antoine, I'd really like to have you send me some examples of your work."

She put her phone on speaker. "Holly, given that you're with an erotic gallery, I'd like to find out a little more of what you're looking for before I send you anything."

"That's understandable, of course. I can't divulge much about the upcoming show, but I can tell you that our donor loved the black and white shot of the nipple. I believe he said it was being lightly gripped between well-manicured nails and tugged just enough, whatever that means."

"I know the one you're talking about." Looking at Van, her eyes were wide with surprise. "Wait, Holly, did you say the Forbes Gallery?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you the gallery I was reading about this summer? I want to say your staff operates in the nude, is that correct?"

"We are." The sound of her clearing her throat was plain over the phone. "I hope this doesn't negatively affect your response."

"Not at all," Anna chuckled. "I had several friends e-mail links to your article to me, each begging me to take them along if I ever do a show there."

The two women laughed together before Holly asked her to take down the necessary contact information. Promising to send several pictures within twenty-four hours, Anna hung up the phone and looked at Van with a look of intense excitement.

"The Forbes Gallery called me about my art."

"I know, I was here," he smirked.

"Do you mind if I send her any of the pictures I took of you this morning?"

"That depends on whether or not you're going to let me eat today, and I want to see them first."

"I've always said you can see them." She bounced off the bed to take his hand. "Come on," she giggled. "There's a chip truck out there with our name on it. You haven't been to Montreal until you've tasted poutine!"

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Thanks for reading. There is more to come for Anna and Van, of course. I mean, she can't promise him poutine and not deliver! Plus, they are in Montreal for the opening of the art show, so that has to be written up.

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Exhibitions Ch. 03



Looking back, I can't believe it's been over a year(!) since I posted chapter two. Fortunately, I have good friends who have kept after me to continue writing. Thanks to my editor, the very patient stevieraygovan, for not giving up on me.

I hope readers enjoy this. If you're new to it, no worries, it isn't entirely necessary to run and find the first two chapters, although I invite you to do so when you've finished here.

(c) 2012, All rights reserved

"There's a chip truck out there with our name on it. You haven't been to Montreal until you've tasted poutine!" Or so the redhead had stated confidently. Van looked at the gloppy, gravy-covered mess before him and wondered what he'd agreed to.

They'd spent much of their time exploring the city. Once in the traditional Vieille Ville, they walked for a while doing some window-shopping before getting lunch. They wandered about, checking out some of the shops, at last ending up in the park Anna had discovered a few days earlier. Finding the chip truck had been easy, but he really wasn't sure when he saw the final product, no matter how much he might find her pronunciation of "Montréal" sexy.

"So, what do you think?"

She watched him carefully consider the flavors and textures of the strange food.

He swallowed and said, "I think I need one more bite."

Knowing that he'd obviously decided he liked the unique dish, her laugh was a clear, light sound that tickled his ears. "Fine, honey, one more taste, then you need to tell me what you think of it."

Reaching into the small paper bowl, she selected a good-sized fry to swirl in the cheese curds, making sure it had plenty of gravy before raising it for her lover to take. With a laugh of his own, he accepted the fry, sucking her fingers into his mouth at the same time.

"Mmm," he sighed before declaring, "yeah, it's definitely better this way. They should always sell Anna-flavored poutine."

~*~*~

They left the hotel in high spirits. Exchanging a knowing glance with Marcel in the lobby, Van pulled Anna close for a lingering kiss. He teasingly reached for her skirt, raising the hem just enough to reveal the beginning curves of her smooth bottom.

Understanding what her man was doing, and why, she wiggled her hips before gently nipping at his lips. "You're so mean," she giggle-whispered.

Excusing herself, she made her way to the front desk where she spoke for several minutes with the clerk. While the young woman checked her computer, Anna turned and flashed a bright smile at her bewildered companion. Five minutes later, her business seemingly complete, she skipped across the lobby and hopped into his arms.

"Ready?"

"I am," he grinned, wrapping an arm around her slender waist.

Walking along Boulevard Levesque, it was already apparent it was going to be a beautiful, late spring day, perfectly suited for their full slate of plans. She wanted to show him around La Vielle Ville, sit in the park, and introduce him to poutine. He wanted to look around and do a little shopping, and he still had it in mind to get her a manicure.

Passing the Place d'Armes, a breeze kicked up, ruffling the hem of her light skirt. It didn't lift high enough to show anything to passersby, yet he was excited to note that she didn't react in panic, such as by using her arms to hold her skirt down. Instead, she continued walking, swinging their clasped hands happily; he thought she was almost singing.

Even in the early afternoon, there exists a magical charm on the narrow, cobbled streets of Old Montreal. Having once visited with some of her family, Anna wanted to share the quainter corners of the city with her lover. Steering him away from the tackier souvenir shops, she watched him discover the beauty of the centuries-old stone buildings.

She pulled out her camera, snapping random angles of ivy streamers, arched entryways and shuttered windows. A couple times, she managed to get glimpses of Van in her shots while he examined the architecture. She wanted to capture the intensity of his expression since she suspected he wasn't likely to be that serious about anything which didn't involve making her scream passionately for the rest of their stay.

"What do you think?"

"This is... amazing," he breathed.

Spring was in full bloom in the French-tinged city, and he was deeply moved by the beauty around him. He spent a few minutes drinking it in, looking for the words to best describe what he was seeing and thinking, knowing that he would fall short.

"It isn't Paris," he finally decided, "but I get the feeling it isn't trying to be, either."

"You're right about that." Her smile said she knew exactly what he meant. "Part of the thing with Montreal is that the French were originally here to trade, then after the British took it over and a bunch of fires, it became considerably less... French. They've done a lot in the last twenty or thirty years to bring that back."

"Well, I love it anyway. Thanks again for asking me to come up here with you." He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. "This has been an incredible trip, even after only one night, and I can't wait to see what you've got planned for me today."

Leaning in for a kiss, he teased her lips for a moment before pressing his tongue into her mouth to play. She responded fully, melding her body to his and smiling when she felt him stiffening between their bodies.

"Baby," she purred, walking her fingers over the button on the waistband of his jeans, "I thought you said you wanted to see the city."

"I did say that." He rubbed himself against her while reaching to squeeze her ass. "However, this isn't an either/or situation."

He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so happy. Just walking down the street, knowing Anna was beside him made him feel ten feet tall. He took her hand, and she twined her fingers through his without missing a step.

His mood was infectious; she reached across her body to wrap her free hand around his arm just above his elbow. She pulled herself to his side and rubbed her cheek on his shoulder. "Have I told you how happy I am that we're here together?"

"You may have mentioned it."

"Really, it's a great city and I love being here, but... when you arrived at the gallery last night... it got immeasurably better."

"Did it?" He stopped, pulling her into another warm embrace. "Everything last night got better?"

A warm, teasing grin began to play on the corners of her mouth. "Well, I don't know about everything." Her voice was a low purr.

He saw a fire in her eyes and met it with a flash in his own. 'Damn,' he thought to himself, wondering whether she knew what she was capable of doing to him. Dropping his hands from her lower back to the upper curve of her ass, he held her hips to his.

Gently flexing his fingers on her hips, he covered her lips with his, brushing over them without entering into a full kiss. Going back to how she had greeted him at the gallery, he brought one hand skimming up her ribs. She gasped at the nearly imperceptible pressure of his hand as he stroked his thumb over her nipple.

"Oh, Van," she breathed.

He grinned. "I believe that we had some plans?" Remembering how she had teased him so mercilessly, he was prepared to draw things out with her for as long as possible. Since she had mentioned being hungry before they left their room, he decided to look for a likely restaurant for a light lunch.

Leaving their sightseeing behind for the time being, they headed toward the waterfront. It didn't take long for Van to realize that he wasn't going to find what he wanted on the water, so although the river was beautiful, he turned their wanderings back to the row of buildings immediately facing the docks.

"Are you looking for anything in particular?" she wondered.

"Not really." He had scanned a few of the menus outside doors as they walked past, but nothing was piquing his interest. "I'm thinking maybe something French, something... local."

"Oh, that should be easy enough." With a laugh, she added, "If you can't find an appealing French place here, you're not looking hard enough."

Out of the corner of her eye, Anna saw an alleyway that looked vaguely familiar.

"Let's try this," she suggested, tugging at his arm.

Van was briefly skeptical. "Here... are you sure?" The alley was narrow and dark; if he stretched his imagination, it could lead to an interesting little spot, or a true dive. He knew she'd been to the city before, so if she said to walk down a poorly marked alley, he'd give it a shot. Sure, there was a scrap of poster on the wall, but it was faded and in French, so he couldn't read it.

"Did you leave your spirit of adventure at the hotel?" She gave him a flirtatious wink and pulled him around the corner.

With a grin and a slow shake of his head, he followed, then laughed aloud. He should have known better than to question her instincts, for she was standing proudly before a small, intimate restaurant.

"Does this look like what you had in mind?"

"Perfect, Anna... it looks perfect. How did you know it was here?"

Tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow, she shrugged, saying, "I was in the city a few years ago with some friends. We never stopped here, but I thought I remembered it as being the kind of place I'd like to visit with the right person."

They were greeted by what might have been the perfect caricature of a French maitre d', were it not for his smiling grey eyes. "B'jour, mes amis. Bienvenue et..." he said, taking Anna's free hand and raising it for a respectful kiss, "...enchanté."

Before either man could react, she spoke. "Bon jour, m'sieur. J'ai voulu passer un bon après-midi avec mon amant, et nous avons besoin d'une petite table, assez tranquille, où nous pouvons être ensemble et... quel est le mot... uninterrupted."

"But of course, mademoiselle." He was immediately all business, yet still unfailingly polite; nevertheless she observed a slight change in his demeanor. "If you will come with me, I have just the table for your rendezvous."

Gathering a pair of menus, he led the grinning couple to a patio table. Set in the corner, it was also somewhat screened by a small cart. The maitre d' noticed the blond man's expression and shrugged nonchalantly. "It is a slow time of day... we won't need to move this cart. Also, you are not in view of the entry."

"It's perfect, thank you," replied Anna, nearly glowing with happiness.

Once they were seated with their menus, Van watched the staff scatter to their respective posts. He turned to his amused lover and shook his head. "Okay, spill it. What did you say to him?"

She flashed a coy grin. "Nothing special. I told him I wanted to spend an afternoon with my lover and that we needed a quiet, out of the way table."

Gazing across the small table, he took her hand. "You told him I'm your lover?"

"Well, aren't you?" She threaded her fingers through his once again.

"No wonder his attitude changed," he chuckled. With a light squeeze of her fingers, he added, "You're a remarkable woman."

A brunette appeared with glasses of water, asking if they wanted to order.

"I'm good with water," Van decided. "I'd like to start with the French Onion soup, but I'm not sure if I want anything else."

"Et, toi, ma belle? C'est quoi, ton plaisir?"

She flashed the waitress a lopsided grin and responded in French. "I'll have a kir and the small plate with four oysters. After, we'd like a carafe of water and... perhaps...." Looking across the table she asked, "What do you think? Do you want something light, or shall we go for something that'll stick with us during the day?"

"Let's keep it light, for now," he grinned. "I know you had something else in mind for later, so we don't need to load up right away. Besides, weren't we talking about doing some shopping?"

"Oh, thanks for reminding me." Ready to complete their order, she turned her bright smile back to Giselle, the pretty server. "We'll share the gibiers salad with a light vinaigrette. Merci."

"Excellente, c'est notre specialty," she declared, gathering the menus. "And your accent is really très mignonne." Offering a slight bow, the shorter, curvy woman tried to hide a flirtatious grin before taking their order to the kitchen.

"Do you want to tell me what you've ordered?"

She batted her eyes. "You don't want to be surprised?"

"I'm guessing you've ordered some sort of salad with a vinaigrette dressing, but the rest... I have no idea."

"Really, the rest of it was my appetizer and a light cocktail, although you're more than welcome to share with me."

He laughed at that, teasing her about how she was trying to trick him into eating something really disgusting. That only got her laughing to the point the enclosing walls rang with the delightful sound.

The interior courtyard, protected from direct heat by the surrounding building, was sufficiently warm for the spring day. Plenty of indirect lighting set a relaxed atmosphere for any diners who might discover the not-quite-hidden restaurant.

She wasn't sure what was driving her, but from somewhere within she could feel an immense energy roiling, ready to surface and push her to new limits. It was difficult to pinpoint what was behind her sudden desire for adventure, considering the roller coaster of the last twenty-four hours. Teasing and being teased in the gallery; the way he'd kept her on edge all evening, even pressing her to the restaurant window on the walk to their hotel; being displayed and fucked on the balcony in front of other guests – that was only the beginning.

That morning, she awoke to find that not only was there another man in the room, but he was being freely encouraged to ogle her naked body; an experience so far removed from her usual reality, it had initially frightened her. While there had been a brief moment of panic, wondering what was going to happen, her instinct had kicked in, telling her that Van would never let anyone hurt her, or ask her to do anything she wasn't willing to do.

He might press on his own behalf, but 'no' had always meant 'no' for them. It was the freedom he gave her that allowed her, in turn, the ability to explore some of the avenues he would suggest, but also to rediscover the fantasies she had hidden away. Despite a wild streak as a child, she had learned that her conservative community would only allow so much. So, in an effort to blend in, she had tried to bury her burgeoning sexuality.

Photography was one way she'd found to release herself. Interestingly, while she had started with, and still focused on, nature and cityscapes, she also knew she would never leave the erotic side of her art.

She recalled that it had been on a hiking trip with a cousin, the free-spirit of the family, when she realized it was normal to be curious about sex.

Thinking back, she remembered that Jessie had decided to take a break on the trail. Looking around, she declared, "It's damn hot, and there's no one around for miles." Much to Anna's shock, her cousin whipped off her sweaty t-shirt and stood with arms outstretched, back arched and face to the sky, letting the sun shine on her small breasts.

Dumbfounded, she let her cousin talk her into making the next leg of their hike topless. By the time they stopped for lunch, she was eager to join the other girl in stripping completely in the small clearing. They ate, drank their water and talked.

She could still clearly hear Jessie's suggestion to cool off in the creek, including, "Maybe you could get your camera, Anna, and we can take some pictures."

Anna would always regard some of those shots as her most treasured.

"Earth to Anna." His voice cut through her reverie. "You still with me, babe?"

A smile of secrets yet untold played on her lips. "I'm sorry about that. What were you saying?"

He watched her reach for the wineglass that had appeared while she was adrift in her past. "It was nothing, really. Where were you?"

Fully in the moment again and fired with the sudden notion that she needed to make that day one worth living, she looked into his warm, green eyes. "I was remembering my cousin Jessica."

"You were a million miles away just then. What were you two doing in this memory to have you so distracted?" He took a sip of his water.

"Oh, nothing much, just going on a long hike." They paused as his soup and her oysters were placed before them.

"Really? You ordered oysters?" he smirked.

With a playful grin, she stuck the tip of her tongue out. After the server left, she finished answering his earlier question. "She talked me into hiking topless."

"Excuse me?"

Preparing her appetizer, she took some time to consider her carefree cousin and how best to respond. "I'm pretty sure you heard me," she finally said before raising a half shell to her lips and tipping the briny treat back. Swallowing and smiling, she added, "It was a hot day, and when we stopped for a break she talked me into joining her in a topless hike until we stopped for lunch. How's your soup?"

He was amused at how easily she changed the topic. "It's great. How are your oysters?"

"They're good, so far. Would you like one?"

He thought for a moment. "Sure... are they that different from west coast oysters?"

"They can be." She watched as he swallowed, then asked, "What did you think?"

"They're milder than the last ones I had. And I like the sauce, too. Do you want a taste of the soup?"

"Sure," she grinned. "How do you like it?"

"They are sweeter onions than I'm used to, but I like it." He started to pass the bowl to her before changing his mind. "Come here."

He delighted in her sultry giggle, then watched with a sharp eye as she placed her hands on the table. She rose and leaned forward, intentionally offering him a luscious view down her blouse while accepting a spoonful of his savory soup.

"Delicious." She licked her lips, enjoying the tang of the onion contrasting with the sharper cheese topping. "I almost wish I'd ordered it."

Before she could sit again, he reached up and flipped her top button open. "Okay, now you're done."

Sharing a laugh, they continued eating and basking in the warmth of the day and each other's company. When she took hold of her final oyster, Van sat back to watch her prepare it. He loved the way she moved, regardless of what she was doing. Brushing her teeth, writhing beneath him or studying an image before capturing it with her camera, he loved the grace of her body and the way it permeated all that she did.

"Babe, tell me about Jessica."

"What do you want to know?" Her arm paused with the oyster shell halfway to her mouth.

"I saw something in your expression when you said you were thinking of her." He shrugged, eloquently. "She obviously meant a lot to you, and I'd like to hear about her, especially if she can talk you into running naked through the woods."

Her calm demeanor was a bit surprising. Remaining quiet, she swallowed her oyster and set the shell on her otherwise empty plate before carefully wiping her hands with the citrus-scented moist towelette provided by the restaurant. With her eyes on his, she sat back in her chair, appearing to cross her ankles under the table, "What would you like to know?"

"You already asked that."

She briefly glanced away, sighing around a pensive smile. "Jess was... fun. I wanted to be more like her, but she wanted to be me when she was ready to grow up." There was a light laugh at that thought, and she continued, "While we didn't grow up together, we had a lot in common. Which still surprises me since my parents were so... conservative, compared to her mother."

"What do you mean?" He watched her sip the last of her wine and wondered where her tale would take them.




Exhibitions Ch. 03



Setting her glass back on the table, she shrugged casually. "You know how parents tend to tell their toddlers, 'Don't touch yourself like that, it's dirty.'?" He nodded, and she continued, "Jess's mom told her not to get caught doing it at school... or in public."

His laughter rang off the walls.

"I know," she grinned. "Growing up with a mother like that, it's not hard to believe she turned out to be so open about her body and sexuality." After describing the hiking trip, she shook her head in wonder. "It was largely because of that day with her that I realized it was okay to be a sexual person... to enjoy my body, and that it didn't mean I was terrible for it."

"Anna, I'm not sure anyone would ever think you were terrible for wanting to ex –" His face froze in amazement. Her foot was toying with him, flirting with his ankles and legs. He had become so wrapped up in her story, he'd lost track of what she was doing.

It must have been her years of dance training, because she had strangely strong toes. They were also very flexible, and he was being vividly reminded of that fact since they were suddenly pressing his cock through his jeans.

He took hold of her slender ankle at the moment Giselle arrived with their salad.

"Is everything bien ici?" the young woman asked, clearing the empty appetizer dishes from the table.

"Everything is very good, thank you." She spoke in English for Van's benefit, smiling at the warmth of his hand on her leg.

Apparently ignoring what the couple was doing, Giselle set their food, extra plates and the carafe of water before them. "Bon appétit," she murmured. "Enjoy." Glancing at Anna, she whispered, "Et ton homme, il est bon?"

"No," was the murmured response. "He's wonderful."

"I believe it. Does he speak...?"

"No, he only speaks English."

"Too bad, he's kinda hot."

"Merci... he makes me happy. And he made me happy many times last night."

"Hmm, encore, je te crois." The waitress glanced over to smile at Van while asking Anna, "Est-ce qu'il aime... jouer?"

Anna's eyes popped at the thought before she finally laughed and teased, "Ça dépendrait sur les gens qui sont inclus, mais avec lui, on ne sait jamais."

With a slight wink, the grinning Giselle turned and walked away while the devious redhead flexed her foot in her lover's lap. A bemused Van caressed her ankle, smirking. "I'm not sure what you're playing at, but I'm enjoying it."

"Let me know what you think of that salad," she smiled.

There was nothing he didn't like about their discovery. From the secluded corner of the courtyard, to the politely discreet service, to the well-prepared and delicious food, it was a perfect choice. Having the foot of a beautiful woman steadily yet gently slipping between his thighs was a bonus.

"So, what is this meat in the salad? How did you say it?"

She carefully pronounced the name, 'gibiers,' again. "In general it refers to game meat, but in most cases, they use boar."

There were a few more diners in the small courtyard. While Van and Anna were partially hidden by the small cart, they could easily hear snippets of conversation around them. He listened to the couples on the other side of their improvised screen and smiled. He had no idea what they were saying, but the musical tones of the accents intrigued him. They also reminded him of something he wanted to ask.

"So, what were you and the lovely Giselle discussing?"

She grinned wryly from across the table, teasing him. "Couldn't you figure it out?"

"From my position, the two of you seemed to be flirting."

Her smile lit up the entire courtyard. "Mm-hmm, that's my love... always thinking with his small brain." They laughed together before she could continue. "As a matter of fact, we sort of were. She thinks you're hot. Later, she was asking me about you... if you speak French, if you like to... play."

He choked on his water at that. Laughing while she mopped at the table, she waited for him to recover.

"What did you tell her?" he finally gasped.

An impish glow danced in her sparkling green eyes. "Oh, nothing special... it wouldn't surprise me if you did, but... that it would depend on who wanted to play."

His roar of laughter caught the attention of some nearby diners and the maitre d', who peeked in on them just as Van teased, "It sounds to me like you're the one who wants to play, Anna."

"For now, I'm having fun keeping it to simply playing with you." When she leaned back in her chair, he noticed she'd been quietly undoing all but two of the buttons on her blouse.

Sitting quietly, he let his eyes drink in the twin vees of smooth skin showing above and below the still-fastened buttons of her wispy blouse. He could almost feel the gentle swells of her firm breasts. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to leave.

Apparently anticipating Van's unspoken call, the curious maitre d' approached the table. "Would you like some dessert, or un petit café?"

"Just the bill, please."

"Of course, one moment please."

They both heard the mild disappointment in the man's voice, yet neither could move. Something in the weight of the other's stare kept them in their seats. Finally, Giselle returned with the bill, plugging Van's credit card into the tableside reader when he held it up to her without a word.

"Please, come again," she told them with a knowing wink, discreetly leaving the standard chocolate mints and a business card on the table.

~*~*~

In somewhat of a haze, the lovers wandered toward the waterfront, holding hands. The river was peaceful, bringing them back to the moment. Watching the afternoon sunlight dancing on the current, he gave her hand a light squeeze.

"What is in your hand?" he wondered.

She looked, discovering the card Giselle had left.

"I'm not sure." Bringing it up, she read the brief note and laughed. "Take a look... she wasn't kidding about wanting to play."

Written on the back of the restaurant's card was her name and cell number.

"Shall we call her tonight?"

"It's up to you, Anna," he breathed, his lips traveling along the outer edge of her ear. "If you want to play... that's what we'll do."

She turned in his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist. They stood on the pier, simply holding each other – not speaking, just breathing and being there, sharing their warmth. Finally she whispered, "We can't stay here all day."

Knowing she was right, he took her hand again and started walking back to the buildings. It had been his intention to take her shopping, and the activity might distract them both from thinking too much about the flirtatious brunette they'd left at the restaurant.

They returned to wandering the charming streets of Old Montreal, checking out random stores whenever he saw something he wanted her to try on. The various dresses, skirts and tops he chose for her were all, without fail, beautiful and made her feel sexy; she just decided against all but one dress and two tops.

Shoes were a different story. Normally she hated trying on shoes, but with him there it took on a different feel. She thought of it as a game with him watching, waiting to see how far up her lean thighs her skirt would creep. How long would it take for the sales clerk to notice that she wasn't fighting the skirt...?

Once she found a shop she liked, they wandered in, looking over the stylish selection. They each chose two pair for her to try on and went to sit.

There were two clerks behind the counter: an imperiously bored older woman and a man in his mid-twenties who gave every indication of already being henpecked.

"Allez," the woman intoned. "Go, help them."

From the moment she walked in, it was obvious the man would be helping her. Madame didn't leave the impression she'd be willing to get her hands dirty. If anything, she was accustomed to giving the orders. Her too-red lipstick and the affected streak in her over-processed hair made that clear. Anna thought the older woman was trying for a look like the French actress, Fanny Ardant, but completely lacking her warmth.

The young man approached with a tired yet sincere smile. "How may I help you today, miss?"

Based on his pale, freckled skin and reddish-blond hair, he was most likely of Irish descent and definitely didn't sound like a Francophone, which would make things easier for Van to play along, she realized. "I need something for an event tonight and think one of these might work. If you have them in a thirty-seven or thirty-eight, that would be perfect."

She watched him head for the storage area before turning to Van, who was looking at her with a puzzled expression. "Thirty-seven or thirty-eight... you've got bigger feet than I thought."

"Hush," she giggled. "I noticed they have European sizes here. If I remember correctly, that's about where I fall, depending on the shoe."

He glanced at the counter, then the curtain their salesman had disappeared behind. Whoever the woman behind the counter was didn't seem to be paying any attention to them at all, so he whispered in Anna's ear, "How much do you want to play here?"

"I'm really not sure," she murmured. Not wanting to get the young man in trouble, they were both keeping their voices down. "I wouldn't want him to lose his job, or anything. Do you think we can manage to keep things low-key?"

"You have good instincts, babe, and a good heart. You'll know how far you can go." Hearing footsteps behind them, he whispered, "Trust yourself... it'll be fine."

She smiled knowingly at her lover before turning her attention to the tired young salesman taking his seat before her. Spying his nametag while he was busy arranging boxes on the floor, she asked, "So, Sean, what do you have for me?"

Recognizing her flirty entendre, Van smirked to himself before moving away, feigning interest in the small display of men's shoes.

"Umm, we didn't have the higher heel in your size." Sean's eyes briefly followed the blond man, wondering what he was doing, but immediately came back to the radiant redhead in the chair. "I hope that's not a problem."

"Not at all," she smiled, quietly slipping her feet out of her shoes. The slight movement caused her skirt to drift up her thighs, but she ignored it. "I think I'd like to try that one first, if you don't mind." She pointed to the dark grey ballet flats.

"Why not start with the heel, Anna?"

His voice came from behind her, and Anna watched the young salesman glance up at him curiously, as if wondering what he might do. Choosing her words carefully and keeping her voice calm, she stated, "I'm working my way up, baby."

She kept her eyes on the blushing Sean, letting him go about his job without making an issue of his obvious embarrassment. Offering him a smile, she subtly raised her legs to allow him to slip the shoes on her feet. With the first pair, she was sure he hadn't seen anything up her skirt, but the moisture was certainly collecting between her thighs.

Standing and spinning enough to flare her skirt just a bit, she skipped across the small boutique to check the fit and feel of the shoes. "These work," she declared, pointing each foot in turn for her bemused lover. "In fact, I have just the jeans to wear them with."

Sean smiled, realizing he'd be able to get the harpy he worked for off his back. Slow days were bad enough but having the boss in the store only made things worse. A casual bystander would think she'd be harmless, reading her magazines in the background, while anyone in the retail industry recognized her as the type who would continue reading with a store full of customers.

He took another look at his customer, showing the flats to the man she'd walked in with. There was no knowing what was under that skirt, but it was clear her barely buttoned blouse was the only thing holding her full breasts. "Would you like to try any of the others, miss?"

Looking over her shoulder, Anna flashed him a brilliant smile. "The red heels, I think."

She turned back to Van and kissed his chin while he asked, "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"Not in the least," she murmured, "but I'm loving it just the same."

"And why did you button your blouse?"

He was right; she had closed two of the buttons. "Silly, I don't need to have it all on display." Winking coyly, she spun about with another flare of her skirt.

Anna returned to her chair and removed her shoes, grinning at both men. Casually arranging her skirt, she raised one leg level with the seat and gracefully extended her newly bare foot to Sean. "I'll take the flats, but I want to try the others, too. Do you like the red ones?"

"I think they'll look incredible on you," he admitted.

With her foot still poised in the air, she gave him a gentle smile before he finally took the hint. Shaking the cobwebs from his brain, he reached forward to take hold of her ankle. Her soft, smooth skin was intoxicating, and he thought the man with her had to be the luckiest devil in the world.

The woman seated before him seemed to have stepped from every erotic dream he'd ever had, every story he'd ever read. Her long, slim legs begged for his touch – or so he wanted to imagine. Having the other man there meant he'd have to be happy with the incidental whispered touches that came with the job.

She extended her foot, smiling her permission to wrap his hand around her ankle. At the same time, he watched the filmy fabric of her skirt float up her thighs. It occurred to him that the day just might be getting better.

Holding one of the heels for her examination, he happened to catch a flash of bare skin toward the mysterious junction of her legs. He watched the redhead lean back in her seat while he slid the red shoe into place.

"Do you like your job, Sean?"

The low, evenly modulated voice crept in and suffused his eardrums with the sound of seduction.

He looked into her eyes, seeing the simple question. Something in her gaze let him know she wasn't interested in judging him; her goal was to have a good day, and if he could enjoy it, so much the better.

"Like most jobs, there are good and bad days."

She smiled again, setting one foot on the floor while raising the other for its shoe. "I hope today is a good day."

"It's getting better."

"I'm glad to hear that." Shifting to her left, she allowed him to fasten the straps. 

He could hear the couple talking... something about an exhibit and photography... but it didn't matter. Was that...? Yes, out of the corner of her eye, she was winking at him.

Essentially having been given her approval, he cast his eyes over the woman reclining in the chair before him. He could tell that she was enjoying herself; her posture was completely relaxed, her banter with the blond man both lighthearted and loving.

Knowing the shoes were ready to try out, she brought her foot back to the ground, yet her skirt remained gathered low on her hips. The excitement was getting to her; she could feel the slickness on her inner thighs.

The redhead rose from her seat, casually picking her way through the boxes in order to walk around the store. He watched her examine her feet in the mirror. When her lover approached her, presumably to talk about the shoes, he decided to risk looking to see what his boss was up to.

At the counter, the Wicked Witch of Montreal still appeared to be engrossed in her magazines. "Thank goodness," he thought, turning back to his customers who were returning to the chairs.

"Anna," the other man was saying, "these are nice, but I think the others will go better with the outfit you're wearing tonight."

"You're right, babe," she agreed.

A soft smile highlighted her warm green eyes when she resumed her sexy pose in the seat. "Well, Sean, I'm going to pass on these, but I do want to see that silver pair."

"Allow me," he grinned. A glance at her lightly toned thighs showed him that her skirt was still sitting higher than would have been considered normal. He quickly had her out of the red sandals and ready for the silver heels.

It amused her greatly to realize that the young man's gentle touch and warm hands were increasingly turning her on. Being with Van was generally enough to excite her. The added incentive of flirting with him all over romantic Old Montreal had her aroused to a new level. Having him nearby while they shared in slowly showing her off to their shoe salesman?

She just knew that she'd be dripping down her legs before they left.

Once the first shoe was on, she placed her foot on the floor, setting the other on the young man's thigh. Anna looked at the design of the shoe, admiring the slim strap that crossed over her porcelain skin, finally wrapping around her ankle. There was a certain elegance in the way it curved; she knew this was the pair for the dress she'd be wearing that night.

He was surprised when she left her foot on the middle of his leg and turned her face to her lover, asking his opinion of the strappy heels. Even considering that the shoe pressing on his thigh was a four-inch heel, there was no pain. Sean took a quick look and noticed she was performing a strange balancing act in keeping her weight off that foot.

Adjusting the second sandal, merely as a reason to touch her again, he gave the area just below her calf a light squeeze. "Tell me what you think of these."

Without missing a beat, she raised the foot which had been resting on his leg, pointed her toes and asked her lover, "Well, do you like them?"

"Looks good to me," he chuckled. "What do you think, Sean?"

The young salesman was stunned. Her actions had brought gravity into play upon her skirt, laying bare her smooth, enticingly pink pussy. The glorious display glistened before him in the soft light. After so many brief flashes, it was an open invitation to dream.

"Beautiful," he breathed, in stunned reverence. "Just... perfect."

"Absolutely," added Van, nodding in admiration.

"I'd like to walk around in them before you two make a decision for me," she laughed while heading for the mirror for a look. She knew she would take them, but she also had to tease the men a little more before leaving.

Watching Anna with a knowing grin, Van said, "She'll definitely take those, and I know she wanted the flats. Can you ring everything up for us?"

Sean gathered the boxes and made his way to the register while Van walked to the gleeful woman in front of the mirror. "How are you, babe?"

Trying to keep her voice fairly even, she looked at him, her eyes flashing a low fire. "God, Van, I'm so excited." She reached for his hands, needing something to anchor her. "I can't remember being this... god, is this what it's like to feel high?"

He wrapped his arms around her to find her entire being was thrumming with energy. "Are you going to be okay?"

Using the solid pressure of his body against hers as a point of reference, she slowly regained some semblance of calmness. "Whatever else you do, my love, don't let me disappear."

"Never." He nuzzled her nose, giving her whatever she needed to come back to him. Once he could feel her breathing even out, he gave her a gentle squeeze. "Now, let's go pay for your shoes. Also, it seems to me that you were threatening me with some sort of local... delicacy?"

Releasing her with a touch of regret, he led her to the counter. Sean had boxed the shoes she'd walked in with, so after the paperwork was taken care of, they left the small store with a happy farewell to the amazed young man.

Outside the door, she turned to her lover and asked, "So, shall we find that poutine?"

~*~*~

"That was mean of you, you know?"

They had finished the messy fries and were seated on the ground below a flowering chestnut tree. She slipped into his lap, straddling him while wrapping her graceful arms around his neck.




Exhibitions Ch. 03



"What are you talking about, Anna?"

"The way you were teasing me all day... it was mean of you."

"Funny, I thought it was very mutual. Besides, I have a clear memory of you doing most of the teasing, in French, over lunch. Or is that wrong?" He caught her playfully pouting lower lip between gentle teeth and ran the tip of his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth. She moaned, kissing him while lightly scratching the back of his neck.

"Hmm, well that was fun, but I wasn't really teasing you."

His hands slid under her light blouse, relishing the smooth warmth of her back. "No? Okay, if you want to say you were teasing Giselle, I can live with that, but what about Sean?"

"He's busy," she sighed, nibbling at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

"Yes, but you were teasing him." Giving the edge of her ear a quick lick, he added, "Not to mention how fun it was watching you absolutely make his day."

She nuzzled his neck with her cheek. "You really liked that, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." A subtle movement on his part brought her mouth back to his. He brushed his lips over hers while whispering, "I love watching you let yourself go."

Their kiss progressed to a smooth duel of tongues, enhanced by the soft, slightly juicy smacks of separating and rejoining lips.

Suddenly, he shifted.

"Anna... what are you doing?"

"Hmm?" Her eyes were wide with a coy charm, but he knew better.

"Your hands, baby, what are they doing?"

"Would you believe me if I told you they slipped?"

"They... slipped." He laughed while she nodded. "Your hands..." he brought one to his lips, kissing her knuckles, "... slipped, and just happened to open my fly?"

"Umm... oops?" she grinned.

"Interesting."

"It is unusual, don't you think?" She reached over to kiss his thumb, sucking it into her mouth when he pressed it between her lips.

"Very unusual." His voice deepened, catching slightly at the touch of her soft, wet tongue running around his thumb. He knew she wished it was his cock.

"Anna...."

She had been inching closer to him throughout their bantering. With only one hand, she freed him from the confines of his jeans and subtly – so subtly he hadn't noticed – canted her hips toward him.

"Hush," she sighed, silencing his questions while imperceptibly guiding his throbbing tip to her welcoming hole.

Before he knew it, he was inside her. Those smooth, velvety walls were massaging his length with a deliberation he'd rarely known from her.

"Oh wow," he mused. "What is she doing? We're in a park, in the middle of the day... in a foreign country. There are people all over the place... and she's... riding me... in a public park." He wrapped one arm around her waist and sank the fingers of his other hand into her thick, silky hair, drawing her head back. Nibbling the column of her exposed throat, he growled, "Who are you, and what have you done with my Anna?"

"Do you mind?" she asked, keeping her voice low.

"Mind? I love it." He knew what she was thinking, that she didn't want to draw any attention to them. It was still surprising that she would take such a blatantly exhibitionistic step without any prompting. "I'm just amazed that you're the one initiating this, is all."

"I'm a little nervous about it," she admitted. "Well, a lot nervous, so please, try not to move too much. This isn't like when we were on the balcony."

His responding chuckle came from deep in his throat. "Don't move? Anna...." His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, "You're incredible. We're... fucking in a park... and you don't want me to move?"

"Well, not just yet." She smiled with a soft expression. "Please, let me do this for now."

He answered by cupping her face in his hands and pulling her in for a hot kiss.

"Good answer," she thought.

There was a low level of squirming in his lap she felt comfortable with, so most of their motion would have to be either very subtle or internal. She grinned, thinking of the glass egg he'd sent her for Christmas. Proving the gift had been an excellent idea, she flexed her kegel muscles and was rewarded by his soft moan.

The heat of his hands on her sides seemed to correspond directly to the dampness of her pussy. Feeling the slight roughness of his palms as they crept up her back made her hum with pleasure.

Watching her eyes, he slid his hands around to the sides of her breasts and bent to rest his forehead on her chest. Slightly opening his mouth, he kissed the top of her cleavage, relishing the fragrant warmth of her body. Given the position they were in, he almost felt his cock was melding to her pussy walls with the way she was using her muscles to massage him.

She nuzzled the top of his head, gasping when his hands pressed into the sides of her breasts, raising them to his mouth. Suddenly, being in the park was a terrible idea; she wanted to cry, to scream at the top of her lungs, to writhe against him with all the passion she possessed. Instead, she clutched his hips with her thighs, wanting to feel him more deeply inside her while trying to keep from drawing too much attention from any park visitors.

His need for her was peaking. Rubbing small circles on the outsides of her breasts, he drank in their warmth through the thin fabric of her blouse. Limited in just what he could do, he remained bent over her chest, kissing her breasts and using them to stroke his face while he listened to her breath catch.

"Anna," he murmured, "you're amazing. I can't hold back much longer."

"Let it go, baby. Please, let go."

When he exploded inside her, she found it a struggle to remain still, let alone not cry out. She bit her tongue while pressing her face to his neck, rocking against him just enough to maintain some friction. Each of the lovers began whispering, their soft words and sighs caressing the other's ear. 

The nearly-empty poutine container sat abandoned on the grass next to her knee. She leaned over to pick it up, angling herself around the thick cock still buried inside her pussy. However, his sudden groan at the new pressure on his head thrilled her, and she could feel a new delicious warmth radiating from the unique contact.

"I see you weren't quite finished!" she giggled teasingly, offering him another gravy-covered fry.

Playfully accepting it, he grinned, "I'll never be finished with you." His tone was simple, honest. Staring at her as she returned to her upright position, he cupped her chin in one hand, bringing her in for a tender kiss. "We need to head back, don't we."

Several minutes later, with her skirt trailing over her hips and ass, she carefully, slowly, rose from his lap. It took some effort to make it look natural, but somehow she managed it. Under the cover of her skirt, he tucked himself away and closed his pants.

Making their way out of the park, they tossed the garbage from their late snack. Anna took his hand, twining her fingers through his and resting her head on his shoulder while they walked. With a happy sigh, she teased, "Do you know what my favorite thing about Montreal is? It's such a fun city, don't you think?"

Thank you for reading. At this point, I am planning an epilogue, which is already half-written in my head. Isn't there an app for that yet?

Please vote and/or leave a comment. I enjoy hearing from readers. 



Exhibitions Ch. 04



It wasn't my intention to have such a lengthy wait between chapters, yet we all know how the song goes... 'Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.' There will be one more chapter which takes Anna and Van away from the city. Thanks, as always, to my wonderful editor for helping me with the details, and to the great Lit readers who've been so patient.

© annanova, 2013

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"Seriously, can you believe how well the show went?"

Anna hadn't been able to stop chattering about her first international photography exhibit. She had slowed a little over breakfast, but not by much.

"Yes, babe," Van grinned. No matter how many times she said it, he was still excited for her. "You might have mentioned something about it this morning."

She laughed at his tone and turned to watch the passing Quebec countryside. They were following up on an offer from Antoine, the manager of Galerie Lamarque, the location of the photo exhibit.

"Okay, maybe I'm going a little overboard, but I have another show coming as a result of this one and I sold five of my pictures. Five, Van, five! Antoine said that hardly ever happens... especially for someone that they'd never heard of."

The late spring sun warmed the car, somehow even making his laughter sound happier to her ears.

"I was standing right behind you, Anna, I heard everything he said." Reaching over to squeeze her thigh, he smiled before casually tracing the delicate line of her chin. "I'm proud of you. I know you've been working toward this for a long time."

She laughed at his statement, recalling what he'd been doing during her discussion with the gallery manager. "You were standing right behind me and listening? Yeah, sure you were," she teased. "I kind of think that your ears have migrated because you seemed to be more occupied with my ass than my conversation."

His grin spread into a full smile. "Well, you can't blame me for that... you kept teasing me with it, and you have such a great ass."

~*~*~

In her excitement about the show, they'd arrived early. Two of the young assistants had been stunned into near-submission at the view of Anna's hem fluttering around her thighs in the draft of the closing door. She had turned to take her lover's hand, so the men caught a glimpse of the sweet crease at the junction of her ass and thigh.

Hearing one man gasp, Van smiled while squeezing her hand. "See?" he whispered. "It's already working."

Antoine swooped in and the young men snapped into preparation mode. He caught Anna's free hand and gave her his usual greeting of a kiss on each cheek, before standing back to take a good look at what had so distracted his workers. "My dear, you're not supposed to compete with the art on the walls," he laughed. Spinning her like a dancer and watching her hem rise again, he continued to laugh and told Van, "She's enough to make me wish I could give you a run for your money."

Simple yet elegant, her dress flowed enticingly over her beautiful body. Extending to just below her exquisite ass was a semi-sheer sheath in cream overlaid by a slightly longer, finely-knit coverlet that clasped over one shoulder, leaving the other bare. Also in cream, decorated in a paisley design of teal, green and gold, the tapered material vividly described her sensual curves while lending an evocative touch of her Celtic heritage to the Urban Sophisticate oeuvre she maintained for professional events. With the classic silver heels she'd purchased earlier that day providing the perfect complement to her smooth, sculpted legs, she knew she was ready to impress.

Once the show started, the gallery was packed. Thrilled for Antoine at the incredible turn-out, Anna was a little nervous, too. It was her first international showing and following the call she'd received from the Forbes Erotic Arts Gallery, she recognized the opportunities opening before her.

She just had to be brave enough to take them.

"There you are, ma belle." The manager handed her a glass of champagne, toasting the exhibition's success. "But... where is your handsome man?"

"I think he might be assigning himself the job of my promoter," she giggled. "I saw him in front of 'Masques' a few minutes ago, talking it up to a few people."

"That will be an easy job for him." Tipping his glass to hers again, Antoine confided, "That photo will sell tonight. The textures make an intriguing subject for our clientele, who tend to appreciate the abstract... and the erotic."

"Oh, I don't know about —"

"No... you will be quite successful with your photography, Anna. What we have seen here, I am sure, is only an amuse-bouche. Or, what you call, a taste."

A light blush coloring her cheeks, she smiled. "Merci, Antoine. I appreciate how much you've done to support me through this show. I just hope people will like what I've tried to do."

"I have already heard good things. In fact," he leaned in, conspiratorially, "a little bird told me that you had a very interesting phone call today."

Somehow, she wasn't surprised that he knew. "Have you ever worked with them?"

"Well, one of their major donors is also very active with our gallery, so it isn't unheard of that we share talent. I have been hearing only good things from them." He set his empty glass on a nearby table then stood back, crossing his arms to watch her reaction. "Do you have anything in mind for the people at the Forbes?"

She took a moment to think, finally saying, "Holly told me that one of their donors mentioned the nipple shot to her, so I'd want to take that one."

They discussed the intricacies of the art world for several minutes before Antoine reminded her how he had advised her when she had initially signed on for the show at Lamarque. She had consulted with an attorney friend about withholding a few pieces to build a personal collection and developing other shots as limited edition printings, which would help her availability. It wasn't until she thought of the pictures she'd taken in the hotel room that she felt a pair of warm, familiar arms take their place around her waist.

Leaning into Van's chest, she smiled while continuing her conversation. "As a matter of fact, I took a few shots this morning that might work for a future show. Maybe you could take a look and let me know what you think."

"If you want to use any of those... you're definitely taking me with you to that show." His breath tickled her ear. Drinking in her low laugh, he kissed the side of her neck.

"She took pictures of you?" The gallery manager arched an eyebrow in amused curiosity. "Yes, I'll be happy to take a look and give you an opinion, Anna. He'd make a wonderful subject."

"I want to play some more with the color and tones on a few of them, but I was happy with how they turned out the first time I ran them through the program." They agreed to meet the following morning for a professional evaluation, then returned to mingling with the audience.

Much as he had during the private showing the previous night, Van found himself hanging back to watch Anna chat. He was impressed by how she moved seamlessly from one guest to another, chatting with each and making him or her feel they'd been focused on to the exclusion of anyone else. Watching each person she spoke with after she'd walked away, he could see they were thinking about what she'd said. They would also turn back to her work, looking at it anew as if seeking clues that had been dropped in conversation.

Anna had turned, thinking to grab a glass of water when she bumped into a guest.

"Oh, excuse me!" she apologized. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Van observing her. Pushing him to the back of her mind, she tried to talk with the man upon whom she'd spilled her water.

"Please, it's quite alright."

There was something vaguely familiar about the older man with his warm smile and thick white hair. His friendly eyes seemed to indicate they shared a secret.

He helped her pat his coat dry, chuckling at the confused expression on her face. Before she could ask, he told her, "No, we haven't met... yet we're not completely strangers, either." Laughing at her puzzlement, he added, "I'm... staying at the Hotel de Montréal."

Realization dawned, and she flushed multiple tones of red. "So you're...."

"I'm Rob. My room is on the courtyard," he nodded, with a knowing smile. Before she could do anything, he took her hand. "No, please, you shouldn't be embarrassed by it. You're a beautiful young woman, and it was an honor to have been allowed to witness your joy."

"Well... thank you," she murmured. Pulling her professionalism to the fore, she grinned, "So then, Rob, what brings you to the gallery tonight?"

He noted to himself that she hadn't released his hand. "I mentioned something about being a hobbyist photographer to the concierge in our hotel, and he directed me here. I've taken landscapes for years and have experimented with portraits, although I'm generally not lucky enough to get shots like these." With a subtle nod, he indicated the picture they were standing in front of. "How did you manage this?"

It was a black and white treatment of a woman's shapely leg embraced by a silk stocking attached to a garter belt. Just below the clasp, a man's hand could be seen caressing her thigh.

"Believe it or not, it wasn't easy," Anna laughed. "I was playing around with a few ideas I had about lighting and texture. The real trick was finding just the right hand."

"I can't imagine that you wouldn't have had dozens of volunteers. I certainly would've been happy to have you take a picture of my hand on the leg of a beautiful woman."

"Thank you again. I think you understand what I was looking for, though." She turned to demonstrate on the picture itself. "Just because you have a sexy leg and a man's hand, it doesn't mean they'll be right together. What is the feeling I want to impart to the viewer? What kind of man owns that hand? How did they come to be together?"

"Yes, I see what you mean," the man agreed. "The question then becomes whether you'd be able to find a story for a hand like mine."

"Hmm, I like that." Her smile was warm. Raising his hand, she studied it intently, holding it to the light.

"What do you see, Anna?"

"I see that I don't need to find a story for you... your hand has many already." Turning her shining green eyes to his, she added, "The real question is, which of those stories would you like to tell?"

"How often do you have to use such diplomacy in your work?" he laughed.

Noticing Van approaching, he faced the younger man, offering a firm, friendly handshake. "You're a lucky man."

"Thank you. I think I am, too."

Anna caught the flicker of confusion in his eyes and stepped in. "Babe, this is Rob. He's staying in the same hotel. Rob, this is Van."

Recognition hit. "Ah... yes, you... stayed with us last night, as it were," he chuckled.

After the men exchanged their acknowledgements, she realized that Van was using the evening and her provocative dress as an opportunity to tease her to new heights. Even while talking photography with Rob, he was subtly kneading her hips. It was just a light pressure, but it was driving her wild.

Quite certain that he knew exactly what he was doing, she bit her lower lip when she felt his thumb slip below her hem and trace teasing circles over the sensitive flesh describing the base of her ass. "Ah, there he goes," she thought, struggling to maintain her composure and continue her conversation. She had always been extremely ticklish, so not dancing away when he feathered his fingertips just inside her soft upper thigh was a huge challenge.

Looking up, she realized that Rob had disappeared and Van had managed to maneuver her into an alcove just off the main gallery. If anyone were to notice them, it would appear that they were simply studying an etching. As long as she was able to remain quiet, the other gallery guests would never suspect the sexy game she and Van were playing.

Standing before the etching, she realized her focus was waning in direct correlation to her moistening pussy. Van's fingers were skimming over her smooth outer lips.

"Don't say anything," he whispered, feather-stroking his fingertips across the slickness coating the tempting ridges of her inner labia. He wanted so much to drink from them, but knew the pleasure would be greater after all the prolonged agony.

It was a struggle for her not to freeze when he let his fingers brush her clit then slip through her folds. Her body shook and her breath caught, but she fought to remain calm. She could feel the flush spreading across her cheeks, over her chest, and god, even her ears were burning. Licking her lips, she turned her head to speak to her bedeviling lover.

Before she could say anything, he raised an eyebrow. "So, tell me about this piece. Is the artist here?" He whispered, knowing exactly what he was doing to her.

"Belanger is talking to Antoine right now," she gasped, trying not to wriggle on his hand. "You would pick this one... it's probably my favorite of the stuff he has here."

With a sly movement, he shifted his wrist to press his thumb just inside her pussy while teasing her clit between two fingers.

"Why is it your favorite, Anna?"

She whimpered lightly, but kept up the conversation. "It's hopeful, or at least, I think it is."

"Yes," he chuckled, "I can understand why you would see it that way." His fingers were insistent, drawing out her arousal until he could feel her pussy sucking at his thumb.

"No, look at it. Really look at it in comparison to the others in the series," she said. His comment seemed to give her focus, even while she knew she was dripping her juices over his hand. "The others seem to show the figures in conflict with their surroundings... they're trapped by the box he's placed them in. This one... the child is looking ahead, young enough to still have big, free dreams about her future."

He leaned in, kissing the tender flesh below her ear. "And what is she dreaming of?"

"It could be anything. We're all so... no." Anna turned her head, brushing her lips over the corner of his mouth. "Not yet, please... not here."

"No? Are you sure?" The way she had jumped when he pulled his hand back hadn't surprised him. Still, she hadn't moved away, so he allowed his thumb to press against her rosebud once more as if letting her know he could.

She breathed his name in a rush while he withdrew his hand from beneath her skirt. "Why don't you show me around some more, and we'll see what kind of trouble we can get into." He teased her a bit further by trailing his slickened fingers over her lips, letting her lick the juices from them before sharing a tender kiss.

A devilish grin of her own rising, she took his hand and led him across the room. "C'mon, there's a sculptor over here who's been asking about you."

~*~*~

Several hours later they left, intending to return directly to the hotel. That had been the plan, at least until Van saw a small patisserie across the street. He turned abruptly, dragging her with him while she laughed in mock protest.

It was a quiet place with a warm, comforting ambiance. The small space boasted several tables with banquette seating and a few cozy booths. While the overall lighting was dim, perhaps in deference to the late hour, the display case and cashier's counter were bright and cheery.

"You know," he murmured in her ear, "this has been sort of a dream of mine since you asked if I wanted to join you here."

"What has?" she asked.

"You'll see."

"Maybe I don't want to wait."

"Since we're in this shop, you really don't have to," he chuckled.

He scanned both the menu and the display before approaching the grandmotherly cashier. Grateful when she greeted him in English, he requested two hot chocolates and two éclairs. "Could we get one of those to go, please?"

"One of each?" the woman wondered.

"No, just one of the éclairs, thank you."

Anna had to laugh; it amused her to think of what Van might have dreamed up. Whatever it was, it was likely to be something that would push her comfort level further than anything she would come up with.

It wasn't always easy to play together. The fact of living in different cities didn't help, but they were both creative people and managed where they could. When they found their moments, they always made the most of them.

Hot drinks in hand, he led her to one of the more secluded booths. The cashier sent an assistant after them with the éclairs, one pastry neatly wrapped for later.

Suddenly she giggled. "You know, I'm less concerned with what you might be thinking for the one that is leaving with us."

His smirk told her she was right to wonder. However, he was willing to let her stew for the time being. They scooted into the booth, snuggling and enjoying a quiet breath after the hectic pace of the show.

After a sip of her drink she asked, "So, how are you? Are you having a good time in Montréal?"

"It's a beautiful city, and I love that I'm getting to see it with you."

"Did you follow my suggestion about leaving through Ottawa in two days?" She was leaning against him, happy and feeling more relaxed every minute.

"I did, so you've got me for the duration." He nibbled her ear, adding, "I just hope I've packed for whatever you've planned."

Twisting against his chest, she kissed him. It started as a light brush of lips and deepened into a slow, sensuous melding of tender passion and heated desire. She could feel him seeking a more comfortable position under her.

"Are we getting a little... cramped?" she teased, her voice light and playful as it frequently was whenever they snuggled.

"A little, maybe."

"Somehow, I'm sure you have a plan for dealing with that." Knowing that she would be a crucial component in that plan, she nibbled along the line of his jaw.

His gentle hand kneaded her hip, slipping beneath her dress to soak in the warmth of her skin.

"I knew there was a reason you liked this dress," she purred, licking his ear.

In a low chuckle, he teased her about how she really wasn't helping his situation and only sort of threatened her with, "Maybe you'll have to help me with this sooner than I'd thought."

She realized that she knew exactly what he was thinking. Sitting up, she played coy. "Help you? I'm not sure how I could do that here."

He took her hand and guided it over the firm bulge in his pants. "I guess we need to find you some... extra motivation."

She started to laugh, gently kneading at what she could feel of his lengthening shaft through the fabric of his slacks. "Why would you think I'd need that?"

Cupping his hand around the base of her head and digging his fingers into the thick waves of her hair, he pulled her in for an intense kiss. His other hand, still under her dress, drifted to caress her soft inner thigh. She allowed the feel of his hand to pull her close enough that he could brush his fingertips over the sensitive ridges lining her slit.

"God, you're already so wet. How do you get to be so incredibly wet?"

She could only moan in response, her body already humming and on edge. With a shuddering breath, she closed her eyes, ready for him to tease her even further.

Instead, he withdrew his fingers and took the éclair from the plate. "I've been looking forward to one of these all day," he sighed, just before taking a bite.

A blob of the custard filling threatened to spill out, but he managed to catch it with his tongue. Swiping the remainder from his lower lip, he gazed into her green eyes and grinned just before smearing it on the tip of her nose. She burst into delighted giggles, pretending to fight him off.

"Look at you... you're getting to be a mess," he whispered, swooping in to lick the custard from her nose. "Hmm, do you make it taste better, or does it accentuate you? I might have to try this out further."




Exhibitions Ch. 04



"Or you could let me try." She took her own small bite of the éclair, grinning around it as she sank her teeth in. Her laughter at his grimace nearly choked her, and some of the custard was pushed onto her chin.

Van laughed watching her try to reach it with her tongue. She finally gave up and used her finger instead. Her smile grew with the idea developing in her imagination.

"You know," she started, "you tasted this off me... maybe I should try it the way you did... see if your theory is correct."

Even as she was speaking, she placed a dab of the sweet filling on his nose. Her eyes were warm and dancing when she brought her face to his and licked his nose clean. "Hmm, not bad, but I think it could be better...."

Without bothering to finish her thought, she picked up her spoon and used the edge to scrape the rest of the custard off her finger. Quickly wiping her finger dry, she reached down to open his pants. Locking her eyes on his, she had his cock out and was stroking it with her soft hand before he could say anything.

It didn't take long for her to bring him back to the full rigidity he'd had while teasing her at the gallery. He watched her, wondering if she really would do what she'd hinted at. When she reached for her spoon and gathered the filling from it, he knew what she was thinking. Feeling the cool, almost liquid texture being spread over his cockhead, he leaned back in his seat, sighing in contentment.

There were times he was surprised by her initiative; she had just added to them.

Anna rearranged herself to be able to lean down and lick the delicate custard from the tip of his cock. He had gasped at the initial chill on his head. When her warm breath wafted over him, immediately followed by her dancing tongue, he sank further into the seat and moaned.

"Enjoying that, are you?" she murmured.

"Very much. In fact, you don't have to stop there."

Laughing, she sat up long enough to pick up the éclair and fork. "Yeah, that's what I thought." Her happy face was glowing with excitement, nerves and lust.

Carefully perforating the pastry lengthwise with the fork, she managed to split it open. Somehow, she was able to get an almost equal amount of filling on each half.

"Impressive," he teased.

"That's nothing."

He smiled, watching her scoop the gooey insides from the shell, then he shuddered just a bit when she smeared a neat line of the stuff along the underside of his rigid cock. "Oh... god, that's... amazing."

"I'm only getting started."

Much like a cat, she flicked the tip of her tongue at the base of his shaft, just above his balls, lapping at the cream she'd deposited. With careful, deliberate motions, she made her way up his cock before finally swirling her tongue around the crown. Once that was gone, she gathered more filling and placed a series of random dots on his cock, watching it twitch with each touch.

When at last she took him into her mouth, she could feel him shudder again in relief and anticipation. She loved knowing she was able to do that -- to give him so much pleasure. Hoping to increase the sensation, she began caressing his balls while kneading his hip. He groaned, but there was something else entering into her consciousness.

From somewhere behind her, she could hear approaching footsteps followed by the voice of the patisserie assistant, starting to ask if they needed anything. Van's hand stroked her hair while he let the young man know they were fine. Her goofball lover then proceeded to carry on a conversation with him which, strangely, caused Anna to stop in place where she giggled around the thick shaft, rather than pull off.

"You okay down there?"

Rising, she laughed. "You're the only man I know who could treat this like an everyday thing."

"If it isn't, it should be." He pulled her to him, hungrily kissing her.

"I think we need to get back to the hotel," she whispered against his mouth. "I need you."

"Then we should leave," he agreed.

For a short time, he kidded with her about taking a scenic route. Instead, they hurried back to their room where they nearly fell to the floor in their efforts to kick their shoes off.

With a giggle, she teased him, "Maybe we should move closer to the window in case Rob is watching again."

"Or we could really give him a show and call your new friend, Gisele."

Having finally managed to get his shirt unbuttoned, she was pulling the tails from his pants. "Would you like to do that?" she wondered, nuzzling his chest. "Do you want to play with her?"

"It isn't for me, Anna," he murmured into her fragrant hair, "it would be completely for you. She wanted to play with you."

"I don't know about that. Remember, she thought you were hot."

"I seriously doubt that." His lips brushed the tender skin below her ear and the vibrations from his lowered voice rolled through her body. "I know that's how you translated it, but she was flirting with you... and you were flirting right back."

She trembled at the slight friction caused when the soft fabric of her dress brushed over her nipples on its way to the floor. In the blink of an eye, she was standing naked before him.

The lovers remained still for a moment, simply allowing their hands to enjoy the feel of the other's skin. Wanting more, he drew her body to his, wrapping his arms around her and covering her mouth with a hungry kiss. At her sigh, he held her tighter, losing himself in the sweet caresses of her tongue on his and the gentle pressure of her hands on his back. He shifted to trail kisses along her jaw and down the graceful column of her throat.

"Van," she whispered, a question in her tone.

"Yes?" The short word was muffled by the fact that his mouth was exploring her collarbone.

There was the briefest hesitation before she asked, "Do you want for us to call Gisele?"

Curious, he left her shoulders to look into her green eyes. Seeing their apprehension, he reached to stroke her hair. "What do you mean?"

She took a steeling breath and dove in. "Do you want to see me with her?"

Stunned, he paused. "Do you want to be with her? Or... do you think that's what I want?"

"I'm not sure what you want."

Chuckling softly, he murmured while dropping little love bites on the sides of her neck. "Anna, sweet Anna... I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. I want you to... be happy."

His attentions sent a shiver through her body. "I am happy," she sighed. "I just thought...."

"I know what you were thinking." One strong hand drifted up her ribs to cup her breast. "If you don't want —"

"No," she decided. "It isn't that she wasn't a lot of fun, and I'm sure we'd all get along, but... okay, now you're just trying to distract me."

He was licking the soft, fragrant valley between her breasts. "Oh, please continue," he teased. Instead of relenting, he kissed his way to a nipple and grinned at her resultant gasp.

After a few nibbles, he asked her again about Gisele. "Remember, I'm only bringing it up because you seemed to be having a lot of fun flirting with her."

Sighing briefly she thought before saying, "I understand that. Anything that might happen with her would be by my choice." She caressed his shoulders while she spoke, hoping that would help get her point across. "The thing is... you and I really don't get to see each other that much. Sue me if it's selfish, but I just don't want to share you."

With one hand holding his chin, she tilted his view up to her eyes. "Baby, I want the time we have together to be for us. We can call her, but only to let her know that we're thinking of her and if we're up here again, we'd like to see her."

"I can live with that." He stood and gently kissed the tip of her nose before returning his attentions to her tight, rosy nipples.

"That feels good, babe."

"That's why I do it," he chuckled. "Now, what were you saying?"

"I don't remember," she sighed, looking down her body to see him pull up. "Why are you stopping?"

He glanced around, acting like something was wrong.

"What is it?" A bit of worry crept into her voice.

She watched him move about the room, looking for something. Why he wasn't still raising her temperature by caressing her breasts, she wasn't sure. Not knowing what he was seeking, she couldn't help.

"Ah," he held up a little white bag, "here it is."

The bag looked vaguely familiar, but his next words took any memory of it out of her head.

"You know, I think we've got some new neighbors... and Rob might like another show." His eyes were glowing with mischief. "Do you think the balcony table will be big enough for you, Anna?"

Her jaw dropped, but she recovered quickly and laughed. "You just really can't get enough of showing off, can you."

"We've been over this, sexy lady. Between the two of us, all anyone wants to see is you. So..." he waved in the general direction of the door, as if he were a butler showing her the way to go, "is the table out there big enough for you to lie across?"

"What's in the bag?"

"I didn't get to finish my dessert," he shrugged.

"Dessert?"

"Éclair a la Anna... al fresco."

Before she knew it, he had taken the cushions from one of the chairs and she was stretched out over them on their balcony's mid-size table. He stood near her hip, calmly watching her giggle at the ridiculous situation. After a few minutes of her laughter, he held up the pastry bag and removed the éclair he'd requested as a take-out item.

"You see," he told her, "when I told you that having one of these with you was a dream of mine, I didn't mention that I had a rather specific idea of how I wanted to... enjoy it."

She felt a chill of excitement run through her body.

He stood still, savoring the moment. The whisper of a warm breeze floated over her body, raising goosebumps and further tightening her already taut nipples. How would it feel to be that wind and touch her so completely, he wondered.

She trembled when the breeze passed, so he placed a hand just above her mound. "Relax, beautiful," he murmured. "It won't be long." He leaned over to kiss the base of the throat then smiled. "I've been wanting to try this for a long time."

"Are they...." she whispered.

"Are they, what, Anna? You'll have to speak up so I can hear you." His grin let her know he was teasing, mostly.

Blushing, she cleared her throat before asking, "Are they watching us, baby?"

"Do you want them to?"

"Maybe." She managed to sound coy.

"You're becoming quite the little exhibitionist."

"If I am, it's because you bring it out in me."

"Then why don't we see how far you want to go tonight."

Her only answer was a gasp and a smile, followed by a long sigh.

Bending down, he gave her a deeply passionate yet tender kiss. When he again stood straight, Van held up the éclair. Never taking his gaze from her face, he swiped his finger over the chocolate frosting, removing a small portion of it.

"You know," he told her, "the little bit of this that I had before was really good. I just think it would be better if it tasted more like you."

He took his time painting the deepening rose tint of her nipples with the chocolate. By the time he'd removed the frosting from the pastry, he'd dabbed it down her sternum, around her navel and along the creases of her thighs.

"Yeah, that should do," he breathed, examining his work carefully, making sure everything was just as he wanted.

Her body continued to quiver with excitement and anticipation. She knew well how his imagination ran and was curious what he intended with the rest of his éclair.

Before doing anything else, he put the pastry aside. It would be needed later. With a warm smile, he kissed his flame-haired lover, silently assuring her that she was going to enjoy the remainder of the evening. Then, not giving her time to respond, he started very slowly licking the frosting from the nipple closest to him.

"So far... I was right," he declared. "At least the chocolate tastes better with you."

He moved over her torso, licking and sucking chocolate from her body without an apparent pattern. Anna closed her eyes, wanting to let his movements be a surprise, and allowed herself to float on the incredible sensations his mouth inspired. She could feel her desire working overtime as another breeze danced across her slick folds.

Through her mental fog, she could hear his whisper. "Well babe, you got your wish... we have our audience."

"Tell me," she breathed, not wanting to risk taking herself out of the moment by looking.

Snickering, he glanced over the railing. "We seem to have the couple in the corner and the single woman across the way." He walked around the table to stand between her legs, gently spreading them wider. "Oh, and your buddy Rob is at his window, too."

"What are they doing?" she moaned; a long, low sound that caused his already rigid cock to jerk in response.

"No, you'll either have to look or use your imagination. I'm going to be busy."

She heard the scrape of a chair moving on the tiles of the balcony and realized he was sitting between her splayed legs. Her body shuddered again while she whimpered in spite of herself.

Caressing the insides of her thighs with slow circles, Van took the time to watch her body. He could see the clear evidence of where he'd been; large, uneven wet patches left on her smooth skin, caused by his removal of the chocolate stains. There were even a few traces where he might have sucked on her just a little too hard, but it would be tricky for her to see the small raspberry forming on the underside of one of her full breasts.

His gaze swept down her body, seeing it shiver in anticipation rather than from the cold or from fear. Knowing that she was excited about what they were doing relaxed him. Leaving one hand on her thigh, he drew his fingers over her light landing strip, spreading them when he got to her slit. He didn't want to touch her just yet.

Instead, he leaned in to kiss and nibble his way from the side of her knee to the middle of her thigh. Alternating between her legs, he heard her moan, feigning complaint, but it had no effect on his actions. That wasn't to say that it didn't affect him, it simply didn't change how he intended to proceed with the passionate woman spread out in front of him.

He took his time with her lean thighs, getting them nearly as wet as he'd left her upper body. Letting his hands wander over her hips and waist, he found little ways to distract her long enough to start licking the chocolate he'd left along the creases where her thighs joined her torso.

There was something magical about the way her pale skin twitched for him. Interestingly, he was also noticing that her intrinsic scent increased not only through his proximity to her glistening pussy, but apparently there was a connection between those fragrant juices and how much she quivered. Yet rather than explore that, he decided he was more interested in seeing just how much she changed the flavor of the éclair.

"Are you ready, baby?" he whispered, barely raising his lips from the side of her pussy. When no verbal response came, he decided to take her quiet gasp as agreement.

Without moving his face from between her thighs, he reached for the éclair. The hand still on her body had been performing a slow massage of her mound. Once he was holding the bare pastry, he slid his other hand along her smooth outer lips.

Carefully spreading them, he extended his tongue and traced the edges of her inner lips with the lightest pressure he could manage and still allow her to feel him. He made a full circuit of her slit before flicking under her clit to watch her jump. Unable to resist, he slid his tongue into her juicy treasure for a quick taste while she whimpered for want of more from him.

"You're so good," he murmured.

"Baby, please, I need you," she gasped.

"I'm not finished."

She'd forgotten about the éclair until she felt it brushing across her engorged and dripping pussy. Since he was already holding her open, it was easy enough to slip the rounded end of the pastry into her well. It felt different, obviously not as firm, but there was a pressure and she gasped at the shallow penetration.

His intention wasn't to fuck her that way; what he wanted was to get some of her flavor to mix with the cake. He watched her juices darken the end before pulling it out and taking a bite. "Mmm, that's delicious, Anna, just like I knew it would be."

In the patisserie, his plan had been to bring her back to the hotel and decorate her body with the custard before licking her clean, much as she'd done to him already. Having her spread out before him — glistening, quivering and incredibly fragrant — he couldn't deny his desire any longer. He dropped the éclair and sat between her long legs to breathe in her intoxicating aroma until his nose was twitching, wanting to nuzzle her dewy folds.

He was in heaven.

In his mind, her lips were made for playful nibbling; so he did just that. Up one side and down the other, he tugged at them, flicking his tongue over them and slowly torturing her with furtive penetrations. He wanted simply to hold her hips and plant his mouth over her pussy in order to drink to his heart's content.

She rolled her hips to his mouth, but he withdrew just far enough to place a series of gentle bites on her inner thighs. The pale flesh twitched at the light pressure of his teeth, and he watched in fascination before tracing the faint marks with his tongue.

While her hips twitched, he held a thumb to her gleaming lips, wetting it with her copious juices. Wanting to remind her of what she'd refused at the gallery earlier that night, he resumed nibbling and sucking on her inner thighs and let his thumb wander to circle her tiny star before easing it in to the first knuckle.

The moan that followed echoed around the courtyard.

With his other hand, he curled two fingers into the roof of her sex, all the while sucking hard on the apex of her slit. He never stopped squeezing her ass, holding it in place. His goal was to make her hips dance. He smiled against her clit when her lovely hips rolled to his mouth, seeming desperate to keep his devilish fingers inside.

She came with a cry, soaking his hand and flooding his mouth with the tangy sweetness that was uniquely hers.

While she rode out the orgasm, he relaxed but left his mouth and hand in place. The way her clit pulsed against his tongue sent vibrations directly to his cock, aching and still trapped in his slacks. He felt her thighs flex around his head before they stilled, and she sighed.

"Baby?"

Her whisper came to him on the wind. He watched her hand clench weakly, signaling her desire for him. She was gasping in quiet breaths until he took her hand. Squeezing his fingers as he raised hers for a soft kiss, she smiled.

"Do you want this," he asked.

"Always."

From his vantage point between her bent knees, Van opened his pants and let them fall. The sound of the fabric whispering down his thighs made her lick her lips in an unexpected show of nerves.

He noticed and stepped forward. His throbbing shaft bumped against her as it came to rest on her mound. "Anna," he breathed.

She knew what he was asking, but wasn't sure how to reassure him. On instinct, her arm rose languidly, her hand reaching for him. When she spoke, her quiet voice was full of longing.

"Yes... please, I need you. Oh, god, I need you, Van."

Lining himself up with the shining pink of her inviting entrance, he slowly pressed in. He couldn't help but watch while her pussy swallowed his steel cock. Once he was seated, he bent over her supine form and kissed her.

She wrapped her long legs around his hips, pulling him further into her warmth. Their tongues tangled in a desperate dance, each wanting to please the other, while their hands roamed heated skin.




Exhibitions Ch. 04



Their day had been one long seduction. Starting with being displayed before Marcel, the young bellhop; flirting with Gisele at lunch; remembering her free-spirited cousin; then finally showing off in the shoe store before riding Van in the middle of a park, Anna was nearing the peak of a sexual frenzy. She needed to feel her lover.

Almost in desperation, she tipped her hips up, taking him deeper, deeper, until the base of his cock was nestled against her mound. Her smooth thighs wrapped around his waist, tightly clasping him, putting him in a heightened state of arousal.

He withdrew and drove back into her, loving how she pulsed around him. Reflected in her eyes, he could see his own desire and it inspired him to thrust as fully as he could before holding still for the length of three heartbeats.

Van drew her down the table so she was just at the edge. With her hips closer to him, he repositioned himself in order to drag his shaft over her clit with each stroke. The light, steady pressure tantalized and promised so much, and then....

It hit her like a bolt of lightning -- an orgasm more powerful than anything she'd experienced before. She was wracked by incredible waves of... she didn't even know how to describe it. Screaming his name, she then lapsed into incoherent babbling, writhing and thrashing on the table, held down only by the thick cock driving into her molten pussy.

He couldn't believe the volume of juices flowing from her. His pubic hair was already matted and his lower body was shiny with her fluids. He glanced down, entranced by the gleam of her dusky pink lips flush with arousal as they gripped him, appearing not to want to let him go.

With a last drive forward, he let loose a torrent of cum into her waiting body, somewhat surprised that he had it in him after all he'd cum that day. He gasped her name and held himself above her, watching the astonishing display.

Anna was in a state of continuous shivering after the intense orgasm, incapable of doing anything but murmur what seemed like nonsense syllables. Van wrapped his arms around her, tenderly raising and carrying her to bed. Warming her with his body, he cooed to her until she quieted enough to sleep.

He'd make sure she was alright in the morning.

~*~*~

Opening his eyes, he found himself watching a still sleeping Anna. Her breathing was quiet and even and she looked peaceful. He wondered how much longer she'd be out when she started to stir.

"Good morning, baby," she whispered in a voice soft with sleep.

"Good morning, yourself." He smiled, relieved that she seemed okay. "I was worried about you for a while, lady." Propping himself up on one elbow, he caressed her cheek with his fingertips. "You gave me quite a scare."

"Why? What happened?" she asked with a small yawn.

Brushing a tendril of hair from her forehead, he leaned in to kiss her before answering. "Do you remember any of last night?"

"I remember you going nuts on me out on the balcony."

"Anything else?" His voice was as gentle as the hand he had lazily rubbing her stomach.

She ran a hand over her forehead as if thinking. "Not really. I remember you starting to fuck me, but it gets fuzzy after that."

Smiling again, he was more than happy to listen to her breathing and the drowsy tones of her words. Her body was already responding to his touch. "You really don't remember?"

"No, I don't... and I'm beginning to think I missed out on something." She twisted to him, smiling sleepily.

He reached for her waist, pulling her to him as he resumed kissing her. When his hand molded itself to her mound, she squirmed away and murmured, "I'd really love to, but I have to visit the little girls' room first."

"What if I don't let you go?"

"I'll be very uncomfortable and won't enjoy it."

"That's a good argument," he laughed.

Letting her up, he stretched and smiled, thinking about the previous night. It was incredible, watching her become more comfortable with her exhibitionism. He only wished that he could be with her more often to share in her joy.

With a growing smile, he thought back to her responsiveness on the balcony. Having spent much of the day building up their combined tension, he'd been ready to take her at the gallery; and he would have, if not for the repeated interruptions from Antoine. Still, it turned out for the best for Anna, especially if she hoped to make a living through her art.

He shivered at the physical memory of the cold custard she'd taken from the éclair they shared at the bakery, relishing again how she'd taken him into her mouth in their little booth. Hearing her move around the bathroom, he plumped up the pillows in anticipation of her return to bed. When he looked up, she was standing in the doorway, a seductive smile on her face.

"What's the smile for?"

"Something for you to think about." She sauntered across the room, allowing him free rein to enjoy the way her lightly toned muscles moved under her pale skin.

"Maybe I'd rather think about what I'm going to do to you," he teased.

Laughing and slipping under the sheet he was holding open for her, she agreed. "Well, you were the man with a plan this morning."

"Yes, and you sort of interrupted it." His tone had changed to one of light menace, but she could hear so much more behind it. "I think you were rather naughty."

"Yes... no more hot chocolate before bed for me." Her contrite act wasn't fooling anyone.

His hand had returned to its earlier position over her mound, but with his mention of 'naughty' he surprised her by nuzzling the glorious valley between her breasts. It was always incredible to him, seeing how wet she could get from his playing with her breasts.

He licked the inner curve of one before taking a circuitous path to the rosy nipple already waiting for his mouth. With a small grin, he flicked his tongue over the hard little bud and smiled when she jumped. He gently bit down and slid two fingers into her drenched pussy at her moan. Between his fingers and mouth, it didn't take long for her walls to clench on the stroking digits inside her, and she came again.

Before she could completely crest the waves of her pleasure, he knelt between her knees and placed the head of his cock, slick with pre-cum, at her welcoming entrance. It was so warm, so easy being inside her.

They made love, nuzzling the other's nose or chin and slowly rocking together, whispering gentle words of endearment. When they came, it was in a quiet series of ripples that bound them, holding them still until the tide finally ebbed. He stayed within her, talking about everything and nothing while they continued their loving caresses and kisses.

And then her phone rang.

Two hours later, they were comfortably seated in a quiet corner of an otherwise busy brunch hotspot with Antoine. Talking about her professional portfolio and his opinion of the shots she'd taken the day before of Van, was an enlightening experience for the lovers. The gallery manager was full of helpful advice, capped off by his unexpected recommendation.

"If you two have time and are interested in seeing some countryside, I've got a small place you could use over in Ontario."

Anna laughed. "It's funny you should say that. I was planning on showing him some of the Algonquin area and we're leaving through Ottawa."

"Well that's perfect, because my place is between the park and the Madawaska Lakes."

After some further discussion and polite, "Oh, we couldn't," demurring, it wasn't long before they were walking back to the gallery where Antoine handed over the key and a map to his cabin. An hour later, they were checked out of the hotel and driving through the Quebec countryside.

Under normal circumstances, the drive from Montréal to the forest took about five hours based on what they'd been told. With their playful and frequent stops for lunch, photo shoots and basic fooling around, it had taken nearly double that. At one point, Anna had joked about pharmaceutical companies needing to test the air quality, because they both seemed constantly ready for whatever the other might have in mind.

"No, babe, it's just you," he laughed, tweaking her nipple.

It was a fun drive. They both enjoyed road trips, so while there were no issues about needing to stop, there was an unspoken agreement that any stops might include more than simple teasing.

He had expected to see changes in the road signs when they left Quebec for Ontario. Other than the "Welcome to Ontario" sign, he was a little disappointed at how similar things were.

"What do you mean?" she wondered.

"I thought Ontario was English-speaking, so why are there still signs in French?"

"No, they did change some." She pointed to the exit announcement and said, "We're near Ottawa and there are the two official governmental languages, so we're seeing both now instead of just French. In other areas, we'll see only English signs."

"That reminds me... what did the stop signs say back there, and is that what they say in France?"

"You'd think," she giggled. "They said 'arrêt,' which is French for 'stop,' as you figured out. Interestingly, no, in France they say 'stop.'"

"Why?"

"No clue, but one of my theories is that it was to remind British tourists to drive on the right."

They laughed about that, but he kept watching the signs. Noticing one that appealed to his sense of whimsy, he pulled over and drove around for a few minutes before finding a quiet park where he pulled Anna into the back seat.

It wasn't until they were half an hour past Ottawa that they took a good look at both Antoine's directions and the clock. What had been described to them as a four-and-a-half hour drive, plus time for lunch, had already taken eight, and the map showed they had another ninety minutes before reaching the cabin. Getting serious for a moment, they agreed that it wouldn't be wise to end up in a situation where they were wandering around narrow, unlit country roads in search of a cabin they'd never seen. They also weren't sure what the pantry might look like, so an agreement was made to drive straight through in order to arrive before it was pitch-dark outside.

"Besides, there could be bears up there," Anna pointed out. "Or moose... and we don't want to run into either."

"Aren't moose harmless?"

"Not to a car they aren't. That said, I think we could stand a better chance of seeing moose than bears, especially if we're careful about any garbage we create."

Dusk was falling when they pulled up to the cabin. In the muted light, it looked like something from a dream. From the front, it was a small building with shutters and tidy window boxes that were waiting for seasonal annuals to spring forth. Even to Van's untrained eye, the garden appeared to have been well planned, although there wasn't enough light to tell what the various plants might be. Except for the fact that the door was a standard shape and size, the small niche it was set in gave the sense that it led to a hobbit home.

The key slid in smoothly, and with a slight flick of the wrist the door opened into a dustcover enshrouded living area highlighted by a stone-walled fireplace. On the credenza near the door was a flashlight which quickly proved to be nearly enough to light up the chilly room.

"It's beautiful... I can't believe he's letting us use this."

"It's cold," was his more pressing thought. "I think Antoine said there was firewood in the shed, so I'll get some if you want to find the breaker and turn on the power."

"That sounds good, and then we can check on dinner."

Fortunately, their host was exceptionally organized so the power was on quickly and Van soon had a good supply of firewood stacked and ready to go. They'd need to pick up some groceries the next day, at least enough for another night and to replace what was taken for their first meal. In short order, they'd managed a quick tour of the pantry and decided that dinner would be a light affair, allowing them to explore the area and shop in daylight. Some pasta with canned vegetables was soon served up and eaten in front of a crackling fire.

They enjoyed the cozy room and the warmth of the fire by teasing each other, feeding small bites using forks or, more often than not, avoiding them. Anna had once told him that food generally tasted better when eaten off a lover's fingers, and he was always happy to test that theory.

Feeding her a last chunk of cheese, he left his fingers in her mouth and pulled her in for a tender kiss. It wasn't long before they were lying in front of the fire, caressing increasingly bare skin. He pressed his hand down her body and between her firm thighs, marveling at how easily aroused she became for him.

"You're always so wet," he breathed.

"Because you're so good." Inflamed by his sigh as he moved between her legs, she breathed, "How do you do this to me every time, babe?"

He sank his full aching length into her silken grip, relishing her warmth. They held their gaze steady, breathing in sync while rocking together in a shared passion.

Her melodic hums kept him moving, kept him brushing against her soft skin, against the hard, red nipples that teased his own with every move. He rose, thrusting deeper into her, watching her green eyes darken as she drew closer to her orgasm.

Feeling the unmistakable pressure building, he withdrew, leaving only the head inside. While she stretched her neck up to kiss him, he dipped his hips, pushing another inch or two of his shaft in, before pulling back to rub her G-spot with the end of his cock. Once her walls were more firmly massaging him, he thrust in again, letting her copious juices soak him, easing the way for his own release.

Sated at last, they lay together before the fireplace in the nest they'd created of blankets. Tenderly kissing, they spoke quietly of nothing, sharing the moment until she took a good look at the fireplace.

"Babe, did you notice a screen for that?"

"No, but it's dying down anyway."

He got up to bank what was left of the fire, while she carried the scraps of their meal into the kitchen. Once he was sure there would be no danger to the cabin from flying sparks, he walked to the kitchen and stood in the door, just watching her tidy up. When she turned around, she blushed at the intensity of his gaze, even as she smiled with the knowledge that it was enough for him merely to watch her for the moment and that there would soon be more to come.

"I'll race you."

Both laughing their heads off, they ran down the hall and fell into bed, wrapped in each other's arms. They didn't make love; they were content instead to share the closeness and when they finally fell asleep, it was to the sound of their hearts beating.

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