1 comments/ 2985 views/ 2 favorites Art in Reality Ch. 03-06 By: Paul_Clowell This is part two of an ongoing story. I think/hope you could make sense of it as a stand alone submission, but I recommend you read chapters one and two first, to get a better feel for the narrative. I hope you enjoy it. - - - - - Chapter 3 ~ He stirred. She reached up and gently ran a hand through his hair. He opened his eyes and saw her propped up on one elbow alongside him. Her eyes twinkled in the half light. 'Hello, sleepy,' she whispered. 'Hmmm' is all he could manage. His senses were dominated by the feel of her warm, soft skin pressing against him. 'I thought I was dreaming,' he murmured. She broke into a broad smile, teeth flashing. She slid a hand across his abdomen to embrace him as she lowered her head onto his chest. She half heard, half felt, his heart beating slowly and firmly. 'How did this happen?' he asked. 'I don't know.' ~ She gently rose away from him. 'Hmmm,' he complained, frowning. 'I'm going to make breakfast,' she said as she swept his shirt up from the floor before standing. He quickly gazed up and down the spectacular full length of her body. Her luscious hair hung across her shoulders and down between her shoulder blades. Her spine arrowed down her back; her curvy torso swept in at the waist and then dramatically back out at the hips. Two perfect dimples shadowed her lower back. The cheeks of her bottom arched outwards, forming two perfectly smooth, tight spheres. The centre line crease of her bum led the eye down to the enticing gap between her inner thighs. Long legs of toned, slender muscle, wrapped in silky smooth skin, completed the lines of her exquisite body. She slipped the shirt up her arms and pulled it around her torso. 'I was enjoying that,' he said. She looked over her shoulder. 'You might have another opportunity later,' she said, 'if you're lucky.' ~ She walked through to the kitchen, buttoning up the shirt. The light poured in through the windows suggesting it was quite late in the morning. They had both slept long and well. In the kitchen, she took a glass off the shelf and filled it with water. She sipped slowly, contemplating breakfast. He ambled in, wearing a pair of tight stretchy boxer shorts. She overtly ran her eyes up and down. 'Hello,' she purred. He sat at the kitchen table. 'My stomach heard a rumour there was food in the offing and nagged me to come and investigate,' he smiled. 'Hold tight. I just need to find some things', she replied. 'What are you after?' he asked and moved to rise. 'Stay put. I'll manage.' ~ She moved to the nearest cupboard and opened the door. 'Hmmm, nothing interesting here,' she commented. She looked up and opened a higher cupboard. 'Hmmm, nor here. But maybe behind these.' She reached up and pushed a couple of tins about. As she stretched up, the hem of the shirt rose to reveal the lower curves of her bottom and the tantalising shadow between her inner thighs. He did not fail to notice. 'No good. What about this one?' She moved to a lower cupboard and opened the door. 'Damn, I can't see into the back.' Angling herself carefully, she slowly bent forward at the waist, keeping her legs straight. The shirt glided up, revealing a full side view of her thighs and bum. 'No, nothing interesting in here,' she said as she returned to standing. 'Maybe this one,' she commented as she moved to another high cupboard. She rose onto tiptoes, outlining all the muscles in her calves, thighs and clenched bum. Stretching up as far as she could pulled the shirt high up her waist. He gazed from dimples to toes, and at everything in between. 'Oh, silly me. There's the bread bin, on the counter,' she stated coyly, sinking back down. She took out a loaf of bread, picked up a cutting board and knife, and placed the items on the kitchen table, in front of him. She stood on the opposite side of the table, forcing herself to lean a long way over to reach the bread. She had left the top few buttons of the shirt undone. As she leant in, right across the table, the shirt hung forward and offered him a clear view down to her breasts, suspended below her chest. She set about cutting slices of bread. The deliberately exaggerated movement caused her bosoms, despite their firmness, to jiggle slightly from side to side. She looked up, into his eyes, not quite managing to keep a straight face. 'Is there anything you fancy?' she asked. 'There are a couple of things I fancy getting my lips around. But I'm happy to see what you come up with,' he replied. She failed to stifle a small giggle. 'You're in a mischievous mood,' he smiled. 'Something got into me last night,' she grinned and span to the fridge. She pulled a few things out. Apple juice followed by eggs, butter and cream. 'Brrrrr. I'm getting goose pimples,' she looked over her shoulder, 'all over.' She placed the bread under the grill to toast, whisked eggs and started scrambling them in a pan. He watched her every movement. 'Oh no,' she said, 'I'm too hot now, slaving over this cooker.' She had her back to him, but by the movement of her arms he could clearly tell she was unbuttoning the shirt. She dished the eggs and toast onto plates and turned towards him at the table. She had undone all but the lowest two buttons, exposing her torso from neck to naval and revealing the inner curves of each breast. The material was pulled in only just enough to hide each of her nipples, and the buttons just about covered her groin. 'Breakfast is served,' she said and sat opposite him. 'Oh I forgot the juice.' 'I'll get it,' he replied and jumped to his feet before she could move. He went to the counter and poured two glasses. Approaching her from behind, he leant over and placed a glass next to her plate. He tilted his head down and laid a gentle kiss on her neck, then quickly slid a hand down inside the shirt and squeezed one of her breasts. She shrieked, 'cold hands, get off!' He jumped back, dodging her arm swinging to slap him away, and retook his seat opposite her. 'You shouldn't assault the waiting staff like that,' she chided. ~ They enjoyed their breakfast in silence; disturbing their eating only to smile at each other. ~ 'What happens today?' she asked, as she put her fork down. 'What would you like?' he asked in return. 'Although, erm, after last night, do we need to pop to a pharmacy?' 'Oh, no, we're okay. I'm on birth control.' 'Oh right, I wondered that...you don't have any of your stuff here...' 'I'm on the injections,' she said. 'One every six months.' 'Oh I see. Well then, what would you like to do today.' 'Well, I don't want to go back to reality. But I've only got knickers from the day before yesterday.' 'I don't see that as a problem.' 'Are you keeping me a slave here?' 'Yep.' 'I guess I have to go back to my little holiday house.' 'Right,' he hid his disappointment. 'I can drive you?' 'Oh your car,' she suddenly remembered. 'Is it still stuck?' 'No, I sorted it yesterday, whilst you were painting. I called Terry. He's over on the farm that way,' he gestured. 'He pulled it out and was kind enough to drop it off. It's outside.' 'Oh, so you can chauffeur me,' she said brightly. 'If you don't mind?' 'Of course not. Do you want to hop in the shower first?' 'No you go first. I'll tidy up here.' 'No you don't have to do that, I'll do it.' 'I want to. Off you go.' ~ Reluctantly he left her, and headed for the bathroom. Inside he turned on the shower and stripped off his boxer shorts. His penis was heavy. Not erect, but engorged with blood. Having breakfast opposite a beautiful, half naked woman had made an impression. He stepped into the shower and reflected on the morning so far. The water running over his body and the thoughts running through his head quickly stimulated him to full arousal. He looked down at his erection, and thought he may well be stuck like that all day if he was spending it with Katie. ~ She peaked around the bathroom door and saw Peter still in the shower. She watched the water running down his back and legs. 'Hmmm, hello,' she whispered. She slipped in quietly, slid the shirt off and stepped into the shower behind him. 'Shit!' he jumped, as her hands slid across his stomach and her arms wrapped around him. 'You nearly jumped out of your skin,' Katie said laughing. 'Were you thinking naughty thoughts?' She slid one hand down his abdomen, brushed through his pubic hair and made contact with his penis. 'Ooooh, you were,' she said as she wrapped her fingers and hand around his erection, giving it a gentle squeeze. 'Who are you and how did you get into my house?' he asked without turning around. 'Do I not feel familiar?' she asked and pushed her body against his. One hand held his penis as the other slid up and down his torso. 'Hmmmm, I think I need a look at you to double check,' he said. 'Well, okay, but I should warn you, having seen how easily shocked you are,' she replied. 'I'm naked.' 'Okay, I'll try not to look; much.' He turned on the spot and blatantly looked her up and down, watching the torrents of water running down her body. She angled her head up towards his. He tilted down slightly and kissed her lips. She leant in towards him and deepened the kiss. Her breasts bounced gently against his chest. He placed his hands on her hips, holding her firmly and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced, playing with each other, twisting and turning. ~ Slowly, her hand began sliding along his erection. He broke the kiss, leant back slightly and looked into her eyes. She looked back and smiled. His eyes rolled down her body, enjoying the shiny wetness of her skin highlighting her curves. He looked down to her hand, sliding up and down his cock. He leant in for another kiss. She glided her free hand around his waist and grabbed one of his buttocks. She gradually sped up the rhythm of her pumping motion. ~ He ran his hands upwards. They curved in around her waist, slipping easily along her wet skin. They continued upwards, gliding out around her rib cage. They brushed up along the outer edges of her breasts. He pushed them together slightly, squeezing her breasts towards each other. He extended his thumbs inwards and rubbed them across her nipples; tracing small circles around them and rubbing across them. Each nipple contracted and stiffened, reaching out for his stimulation. He arched in and kissed her hungrily. ~ She released his bottom, pulled her hand around and down to his legs. It ran up his inner thighs, then lifted his balls, cupping them in the palm of her hand. She slid her fingers behind his scrotum and used her nails, ever so gently, to stroke light scratches across his perineum. He had to stop kissing now, his body was twitching, his heart rate was increasing and his breathing was erratic. Her hand pumped his erection. ~ His penis swelled harder in her hand. 'I'm...' he gasped 'going...too...' 'I want you to,' she interrupted. He flung his arms out to his sides, pressing hard against the walls of the shower cubicle to support himself. She pushed her hand from the head of his cock, along the full length of his shaft and pressed into his torso, then pulled back; pulling out all the way back to the tip. Again. Again. She felt his balls tense and she froze. She held perfectly still, grasping his cock in a tight grip and cupping his testicles. He cried out as he flung his head back. His erection bucked hard against her hand and shot a jet of cum to splatter against her tummy. His abdomen spasmed and his buttocks clenched. He fought to keep his knees locked and standing. His penis pulsed again, ejaculating another load of silky fluid onto her. Now she wrapped her fingers around his sack, gently squeezed his balls, and pulled them slightly down away from his groin. Her other hand, gripping tight, pulled on his dick, then pushed back in time with his next contraction. He cried out again as the third jet of seamen was forced out with a torrent of pleasure. She quickly pulled and then pushed back with each further pulse of orgasm, pumping the cum out of him. His ejaculation ran down her abdomen, across her pubic mound and down her legs. ~ He was spent. She released her hold on his manhood and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, pressing their bodies together. His arms slumped down and then wrapped around her torso, squeezing her tight. They embraced as the hot water poured over them. ~ 'I need a wash,' she said eventually. 'I need a lie down,' he replied. 'Out you go then.' 'But it's nice here.' She relaxed her arms from around him and put her hands on his chest. He refused to slacken his grip on her. 'Off you go,' she said. 'But it's cold out there.' 'You'll have to give yourself a good rub.' 'You've already done that.' 'You'll have to have a go yourself.' 'I couldn't do it as well as you.' 'This shower ain't big enough for the both of us.' 'We'll just have to stay close.' He pulled her tighter against himself. 'I'll turn the shower to cold. Icy.' She reached round to the controls behind him. 'You wouldn't dare.' 'Try me.' 'You can't avoid the water. I'd drag you in with me.' 'I bet I last longer than you.' 'You wouldn't dare.' 'You'd shrivel up and be all embarrassed.' 'Your nipples would pucker up and...' 'Less of your dirty thoughts please, I'm a good girl.' He raised his eyebrows questioningly. 'Five. Four. Three.' She wiggled her little finger in front of him. 'Okay, okay,' he released his hold on her. 'I will have my revenge.' He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel off the rail. As he dried himself he watched her through the glass of the shower cubicle. She dipped her head fully under the shower to soak her hair. The water cascaded down her body. She squirted a large measure of creamy white shower gel into her hand and then began to rub it into her hair. The mixture foamed up; the excess started to run down her neck and shoulders. She positioned herself out of the flow of the water. Having her arms raised up to reach her hair had lifted her breasts high; making them appear even firmer and more prominent. Her hands then worked their way down across her body; spreading shiny, creamy soap across her skin. She rubbed her neck and shoulders, along the length of her arms, around her chest and abdomen and circled around her tummy. She turned her back to him and reached for more soap. Her hands reached round behind her and rubbed the soap into her bottom. She squeezed each cheek as she circled her hands across the tight flesh. Then she rolled forward at the hip; bending down as she ran her hands around her thighs. Her bottom pushed up against the glass door of the shower as she continued down. She reached out to her calves; pushing more of her rear against the door. As she bent over further, the lips of her labia pressed against the glass. She shuddered slightly at the cold, but enjoyed the contrasting sensation. Doubled over, she worked the soap up and down each leg. ~ He stood, open mouthed. Watching her through the glass, his erection sprang up. So close and yet untouchable. His cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat. ~ She rose back up. Standing straight, she squeezed more soap into her hand. She turned to face him, lifting the hand to her neck and pressing the soap to her skin. She spread it out across her collar bones, across her chest, across her breasts. Each of her hands then circled, lifted, rubbed and squeezed her perfect tits. She closed her eyes. Her hands massaged each bosom. Her fingers lingered, tickling and pinching each erect nipple. One hand then glided down across her abdomen, leaving a trail of creamy soap. It circled briefly around her tummy button and then pushed down, combing through her pubic hair. The hand slid between her legs. ~ He could not see the activity of the hand in detail; but he could see it moving. It rocked slowly forwards and backwards. It rippled like the water running down around it. Despite his recent orgasm, his penis was rock hard again; straining for attention. ~ One of her hands massaged her breasts, alternating between the two. The other hand rubbed between her legs. She stopped. Reached out and turned the water off. Stepped out of the shower. She leant in close to him, reached behind and pulled a towel off the rail. Her tummy came within an inch of touching his erection, sticking out from his body, but she was careful that it did not. She planted a quick, small kiss on his cheek, wrapped the towel around herself and walked calmly out of the bathroom. ~ Chapter Four ~ She sat on the sofa, having borrowed another shirt from his wardrobe and put her jeans and jumper over the top. She was combing her fingers through her damp hair. 'Do you want a comb?' he asked from the doorway. She looked round. 'No, I'll go with the scruffy just out of bed look today.' He smiled and padded off to the bedroom to get dressed. ~ 'Are you talking to yourself?' he called from the bedroom. He stuck his head round the door and saw her talking on her mobile. He quietly moved to sit on the sofa next to her. 'What? Really?' she exclaimed. She jumped to her feet and paced around the room. 'When?' She paused. 'Yes, okay. Yes. Right. Thanks.' She slid the phone into her pocket. 'Everything alright?' Peter asked. She turned slowly to him. A huge grin erupted on her face as she leapt onto his lap, straddling him and pulling him into a tight hug. 'What's going on?' he smiled. She pulled back; sitting on his lap with her hands braced on his shoulders. 'That was my agent, in London, he's landed me a meeting with Lancour, not the gallery, Lancour himself, he wants to meet me, Lancour, in person.' She was flushed with excitement. 'Lancour of the Lancour Gallery I presume?' he asked. 'Yes,' she squeaked and threw her arms back around him, hugging him tight again. 'Brilliant. When?' he asked. 'Tomorrow.' She sat back up suddenly. 'Oh, tomorrow.' The smile faded from her lips, 'I'll have to leave today.' 'Right. Well no time like the present, I guess.' 'He's only in London today and tomorrow,' she whispered. He could see the torment written plainly across her face. 'You can visit me again, whenever you like. I'd like you to,' he said. 'You don't mind?' she asked. 'Of course not. This is a great opportunity. Even I've heard of Lancour and I'm an ignorant peasant of the art world.' 'No you're not. There's good work hanging on these walls.' They looked into each other's eyes. Both struggling with joy and sadness. 'Come with me,' Katie suddenly said. 'Okay.' 'What?' 'Okay' 'You're coming with me?' 'If you want me to.' 'To London. With me?' 'If you want me to.' 'You can stay with me.' 'Is that an invitation?' 'Yes.' 'Then I would be most pleased to accept.' She leapt up and span in circles on the spot; dancing like a child. She threw herself back onto his lap and flung her arms around him. 'But your work?' she asked, arching back to look at him again. 'It'll wait.' 'London's a long way.' 'I have written a book on geography. You can chauffeur me.' She squeaked out a giggle and pushed a hard, overexcited kiss onto his lips. ~ Chapter Five ~ 'Welcome to my humble abode' Katie declared as she swung open the door and switched on the lights. Peter stepped in a cast his eyes over the converted Victorian warehouse. ~ Katie lived in an open plan apartment. The large floor area was dominated by a working area, filled with canvases and painting paraphernalia. There was a kitchen and small sitting area to one side and a door leading to a bathroom. A stunning wrought iron spiral staircase wound up to a mezzanine level bedroom that overlooked the whole space. Huge windows spanned one entire wall. Through them, the city lights twinkled in the dark. Art in Reality Ch. 03-06 ~ 'You live in a film set,' he exclaimed. 'This is gorgeous.' 'It costs me a fortune in rent. But worth it, I think. It's so lovely to be able to work whenever I need to. Without leaving home I mean. It's a lovely space to work in.' She dropped her clothes bag at the bottom of the staircase and her bags of painting gear alongside a table in the middle of the work space. 'Would you like something to eat?' she asked. 'Though I'm not sure what I left in the fridge.' 'I'm okay thanks. I'm still trying to recover from that meal at the motorway services,' he grinned. 'Oh God yes. How do they manage it?' 'Tan it under a hot lamp for several days. What time is it?' he glanced at his watch. 'Seven thirty.' 'I suppose if I were a good host,' she said, 'I'd should show you a night on the town. The thrills of London. That drive has wiped me out.' 'Don't be daft. I don't need entertaining.' 'It's too early to go to bed.' 'Oh I don't know,' he replied slyly, taking a couple of steps towards her. 'Oh, well, maybe not.' She reached out and took his hand. 'Oh no. There's only one bed in this little apartment though.' She pulled him to the bottom of the staircase and stepped up onto the bottom step. She turned to face him. 'You'll have to sleep on the sofa,' she stated. 'I come all this way, as your guest, and I get the sofa?' he frowned. 'Well okay, you can come...' 'You can sleep on the sofa,' he interrupted. 'What?' 'I don't see any other alternative. Unless. No,' he sucked air in through his teeth. 'Well, unless we both sleep in the bed?' She rolled her eyes up and around. 'Well. I suppose we could. Provided you promise to behave like a gentleman?' 'I never make promises I can't keep.' 'So you might not behave like a gentleman?' she asked coyly. 'I might not.' 'Sounds good to me.' She turned and took a few steps up, pulling him by the hand behind her. 'Oh wait,' she stopped and looked round to him. 'Wait here a minute.' She sprang up the rest of the stairs. He waited. He heard ruffling sounds. After a minute he called up, 'are you abandoning me to the sofa?' 'No. Just a sec.' 'What are you up to?' 'Changing the bed.' 'Oh you don't have to worry...' he took a step up. 'Yes I do.' He reached the top of the stairs and saw her putting the last pillow into a new case. 'A respectable girl can't invite a gentleman into week-old sheets.' He walked slowly towards her. As he made contact he wrapped his arms around her and continued to walk, pushing her backwards towards the bed. He laid her gently down onto the soft cotton and leant in to kiss her. 'I can't believe you're here,' she whispered. 'I can't believe I'm this lucky,' he replied. She smiled, then snapped a quick kiss up onto his lips. He paused, looked across her beautiful features, then drifted forwards into a deep, passionate kiss. ~ She was pinned under the weight of his body as he kissed her. His tongue brushed gently across her lips. She opened her mouth to allow him in. Their tongues danced with each other as their lips swirled back and forth. ~ He arched upwards and reached for the edge of her jumper. She raised her arms above her head. He pulled the jumper up over her torso, over her head and along her arms. She left her arms above her head; leaving her body open and inviting his exploration. He leant back in and planted kisses along her neck. He undid the top button of her shirt and laid a kiss on the skin between her collar bones. As he undid the next button, he gained more access to her chest. With each button released he laid a kiss. She was breathing deeply. The motion raised and lowered her breasts in front of his eyes. As he unfastened another button and pulled the shirt a little further apart it became clear she was naked beneath. No bra. He leant in to plant his next kiss. His cheeks passed close by the inner curves of each of her breasts and felt the heat of her body. He continued his journey down across her torso; unbuttoning and laying kisses as he went down across her abdomen, until the shirt rested undone across her. He ran his hands under the material, from her hips up towards her rib cage. He enjoyed the smooth softness of her skin. The shirt parted and fell to her sides as he traveled. His fingertips reached the lower curve of her bosoms. He slowed down. His hands arched up over her breasts, gently pressing down into the firm but yielding flesh. Then his fingers brushed over her nipples. Each was hard and standing proud. As the palms of his hands grazed across them she let out a long sigh of pleasure. ~ She looked up at him. He was straddled across her. He was handsome, calm and confident. Her body was eager for his touch. Between her legs she could feel warm moisture building in anticipation. Her nipples felt tight; straining and reaching out in arousal. ~ He looked her up and down. She was stretched out in front of him. Arms relaxed; laid out above her head. Her body was open for his next move. He lunged forward and suctioned his lips around one of her nipples. She cried out a small yelp of surprise. Her arms rose involuntarily, before she forced them to relax back down as she gave in to the assault on her senses. He rolled his tongue across one nipple, pressing hard against it and flicking it from side to side. He pulled up and quickly switched to the other breast, whilst raising a hand to cup and massage the one he had left behind. He enjoyed the feel of his nose pressing into her soft bosom, and the smell of her skin, as his teeth gently nibbled on the nub of flesh in his mouth. His penis was straining against his jeans as his body switched on to the erotic pleasure. ~ He slid down the bed; laying kisses on her chest and abdomen as he went. He lingered at length on her tummy button; kissing and gently probing it with his tongue. Moving on, his eyes drew level with her belt. He pushed himself up and unfastened the buckle. He undid the button on the jeans and slowly pulled down the zip, to reveal short curls of pubic hair. No knickers. 'I thought you said you were a good girl?' he looked up at her. 'Not when you're around,' she replied. 'Oh. I'm a bad influence on you,' he said as he climbed off her to stand at the foot of the bed. 'No. A good one,' she smiled. He reached forward and took hold of the bottom of the jeans, by her ankles. He tugged, dragging her whole body down the bed. She squeaked a giggle, reached down, lifted her hips and ran her hands across her bottom to ease the jeans away from their grip on her. With his second pull, the jeans slid down her legs until they were free. She was completely naked. He dropped the jeans to the floor and looked her up and down. 'Damn, you are beautiful,' he whispered. Even now she blushed and turned her head to one side. Standing at the foot of the bed he began to pull off his clothes. The movement caught her eye and she turned to look back at him. He pulled his jumper quickly up over his head and dropped it to the floor. He slid his socks from his feet. He tugged at his belt, pulling it free, unzipped his fly, popped the button and dropped his jeans to the floor. He lifted his lean legs out of the jeans as he began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Button by button he revealed his chest and abdomen; not overly muscled, by taught. He rapidly flicked the shirt away from his shoulders, leaving him standing in nothing but a pair of tight boxer shorts; his penis clearly straining at the fabric. He leant forward towards the bed. 'Ah ah aah,' she chided. 'I want to see what's about to come.' She raised her eyebrows and flicked her eyes downwards to his groin. He stood back straight. Sliding one hand down the front of his shorts, he pushed the material away from himself, freeing it from his erection. With the other hand he hooked the waistband and pulled the underwear down his thighs and then dropped it free-fall to the floor. His cock stood stiff and proud. He stood squarely in front of her. 'Seen enough?' he asked. 'No. But carry on,' she replied. He crouched down at the foot of the bed and reached out towards her. He ran the back of his fingers across the soles of her feet; the nails gently grazed across her skin. She yelped and snatched her legs up away from him. 'Tickles,' she said. He stretched out and took hold of each of her feet, and pulled them back towards himself, stretching her legs back out. He bent forwards, crouching on the foot of the bed, and laid a soft kiss on the bottom of one foot. He looked up to her. She purred, 'better.' He planted more kisses. Swapping from foot to foot. Gradually he moved around her feet, up to her ankles and now on to her shins. His hands slid up her legs in advance of his lips; smoothly gliding along her long limbs. He worked his way up, shuffling further onto the bed and further up her body. As his lips kissed her thighs his hands reached her hips. He swept them around her lower abdomen, brushing occasionally through the small patch of hair over her pubic mound. ~ She was twitching now, as excited tension built through her body; her muscles, unable to remain still, were releasing little snaps of energy. He had kissed his way up the full length of her legs. He arched up and slid his hands down each of her thighs. He lifted and pushed each of her legs apart; exposing a full and unrestricted view of her most intimate area. Laying on her back, arms stretched out above her head, legs spread wide, naked; a tide of self-consciousness rose within her. She tensed muscles in preparation to close herself up. In that instant he pulled up away from her; kneeling between her ankles but putting some distance between himself and her. He looked into her eyes. She saw calmness. And care. A surge of trust washed over her, followed rapidly by a tide of erotic passion. She fully stretched her arms out above her head; took a deep breath, expanding her chest, pushing her breasts outwards. She fractionally rolled her pelvis, tilting her vulva upwards towards him and spread her legs slightly further apart. ~ He leant in and laid down on his front between her legs. He did not touch her as he softly wriggled into a comfortable position. His arms were folded beneath his chest, supporting his torso as his head hovered between her legs. He slowly lowered his face towards her flower and breathed in its scent. The petal-like lips of her labia were blossoming and a glint of moisture was forming as her arousal was made manifest. He breathed deeply; gently puffing warm air onto her. His warm breath was matched by the growing warmth she felt building deep inside her. Then he alternated his breathing, switching between warm, open-mouthed puffs of breath and closing his lips together to shoot little focused jets of cold air against her womanhood. The sensation tingled her skin. It was like he was touching her without touching her. Her breathing deepened and she felt her temperature rise. Blood flowed to the skin on her face and chest, giving her a warm glow. ~ He held his breath. He looked up over her body, past her tummy, between her breasts, into her eyes. She gazed into his eyes, peeking up from between her legs. He extended his tongue and placed it softly onto her perineum. She shuddered. She fought against the whole of her body shaking, to maintain eye contact with him. He smoothly glided the flat of his tongue up across her labia, sliding slippery wet across the full length of her vulva. The sensation was so intense she lost her battle; her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her head dropped and pushed down into the bed as her spine arched up. A tiny spasm inside her released a small wash of moisture; she felt it spreading inside her vagina. ~ He retracted his tongue. Tasting her. Waiting. He watched her panting breath gradually ease back to a deep rhythm. ~ He extended his tongue again and, with the lightest touch he could manage, slid the tip of it over the skin surrounding her lips. He slid it across the very tops of her inner thighs, rolling over the tendons that join legs with torso. Across the tiny bulges of buttock cheeks that he could reach down where her bottom rested on the bed. Across the smooth skin to each side of her pubic mound, admiring the sexy jutting bones of her hips and the flat expanse of her abdomen as he went. He ran his tongue over everything within its reach. Everything except her flower of sexuality. ~ She had never experienced sensation like it. The suspense was agonising. She was desperate to feel his touch on the centre of her arousal again. She could have screamed; demanding he lick her again. She could have grabbed his hair, thrust his mouth upon her and rubbed herself against him. But the suspense was intoxicating. Her most sensitive area was tingling with anticipation. It was exciting. Thrillingly erotic. ~ He arched back away from her groin. He looked over her body, laid out before him. An exquisite vista of soft curves, rippling with tiny movements, pulsing with energy, glowing with the heat of arousal. He took a deep breath. He blew a thin jet of air from between his lips as he lowered his head back down towards her. She felt the pressure wave of cool air increase as he grew closer. He stopped and held still, as close to her as he could get without touching. He extended his tongue, in a firm point, and slid it directly into the opening of her vagina. She gasped and fought hard to remain still. He thrusted then, with his tongue. It was not long or hard enough to penetrate her, but it pressed firmly, straining against the tight aperture of her opening. ~ Her arousal soared with the knowledge of what he was doing to her, in combination with the rhythmic physical sensation. She rode the waves of pleasure as they flowed outwards from her core. Images, memories, of this man flashed through her mind. She had known him for so little time, yet he dominated her mind. She saw him for the first time; handsome and mysterious, surrounded by the swirling storm. She saw him in the firelight as they talked, cosy in his home. She saw him next to her as she awoke from deep, untroubled sleep. She saw him in the corner of her eye as he watched her paint. She saw him as they kissed the first time, in the sunset light on the cliff top. She saw him as she sucked on his penis; delighting in the exquisite pleasure in his expression. She saw him as he awoke, peaceful and content. She saw him as he stood naked at the foot of the bed, ready to pleasure her. Echoes of present and past pleasures rolled through her body. An orgasm surged through her. ~ He could see, feel, smell, hear and taste every intimate detail of her body as it climaxed. He swelled with satisfaction. ~ As he sensed her orgasm recede, he adjusted his activity. He slid his tongue around in small circles, reaching wider with each revolution. He rolled his tongue across the tight lips of her labia, bringing new ripples of physical stimulation to her. He looked up across her body. Between each rise and fall of her chest he saw her head resting down on the bed as she gazed up at the ceiling. Her breasts formed two extraordinary curves from this angle; each one dotted at the top with a dark, pointy nipple. The muscles across her abdomen twitched gently as she wriggled with pleasure. He felt his own body straining with erotic energy. His penis was pressing hard into the mattress below him, with any slight movement he made pushing sensations into the stiff organ. ~ His tongue was running up and down the length of her vulva, exploring every crease and curve. At the top of each stroke he brushed across the hood of skin covering her clitoris, sending a spark of pleasure into the swelling bud of flesh. With each upstroke, he gradually pushed the fold of skin back, revealing more and more of the small hard knot. The sparks became lightning bolts of sensation, lancing into her clit with each flick of his tongue. She felt another orgasm quickly building and panted air in and out of her lungs to fuel the energy. Blood rushed to her face, breasts and groin and a light sheen of sweat spread across her torso. ~ He focused in. His tongue swept like a pendulum between vagina and clitoris. Her second orgasm rushed through her. Her contracting muscles forced her body to buck and writhe. He quickly slid his arms under her thighs and folded his hands down onto her hips. He pushed her down into the bed, pinning her pelvis in place, enabling him to keep his tongue precisely at work. Her orgasm, much stronger than before, reverberated through her. She gasped air with each contraction; almost panicking, she had never felt so present in her body and yet so lacking in control of it. ~ As her orgasm receded he slowed his movement and pressed his lips forward, resting them against her glistening flower. He rested his tongue, whilst gently breathing warm puffs of air against her skin. ~ She managed to lift her head up off the bed. She looked down at the top of his head, across his broad back and tight buttocks. The lower half of his face was buried between her legs. His eyes were gazing up at hers. As she looked into his eyes she found it impossible that she met this man just two days ago. She had opened herself to him in every way. She had never felt so attracted to anyone before, she loved his mind, his heart and his body. ~ He showed no signs of movement, yet a new sensation began to register between her legs. Realisation dawned as the new feeling intensified. He had pressed his lips tight in to the upper parts of her labia, directly over and around her clitoris; and he was sucking. Her clitoris, already hard with arousal, was being sucked, gently but persistently. Her heart pounded in her chest as another orgasm built at terrifying speed. Her whole body tensed and quivered as the orgasm ripped through every inch of her being. Her convulsions broke the suction of his lips, but he did not relent. He quickly slid one arm across her pelvis and pushed his body weight down onto her, holding her down. Her clit was a hard button of flesh, which he stroked rhythmically with his tongue. He brought his other hand round, below his chin and slipped a finger smoothly into her vagina. The finger ran up along the front wall of her channel until it hit the rough walnut mound of her g-spot. She screamed. Her head and chest flew up off the bed as her abdominal muscles contracted uncontrollably. Her arms were flung out to her sides; her fingers grasped handfuls of the bed sheet. All thoughts of individually definable orgasms evaporate as his relentless physical stimulation held her remorselessly in a state of peak climax. The pain of the sensory overload she felt was made bearable only by the matching intensity of pleasure which surged through her. Her mind was blank. There was no time. ~ The sight of her animalistic abandonment pushed him close to climax himself. As he fought to hold her down, he struggled to ignore the feeling of his erection rubbing hard against the cotton sheet below him. He could feel dampness against his stomach as pre-orgasm seamen was forced out of his straining cock. ~ She was barely breathing; as her torso was locked in contraction, her diaphragm fought to pull air into her lungs. Slowly he relented his movement; gently withdrawing his finger from within her and closing in to rest the flat of his tongue stationary against her vaginal lips. As the orgasmic storm subsided she collapsed down to the mattress. The only movement she could manage was long deep breaths of rejuvenation. ~ He pushed himself up onto all fours and crawled gently up the bed. He laid down alongside her, rolling her onto her side, then sliding in next to her, allowing her back to relax, resting against his chest, her bottom pressed against his hips. His penis had slipped in between her legs and strained up against her slippery wet vulva. Art in Reality Ch. 03-06 Gently rocking his hips, he positioned the tip of his penis in the groove at the opening of her vagina. 'Have mercy on me,' she panted. He stopped. Emotions flicked through him; uncertainty, desire, disappointment, desperation. ~ She felt his hesitation. In an instant she realised he was holding himself back, taking her words literally. He respected her so much. She could feel his primal need to take her, and yet, he was holding himself back; for her. His care for her was greater than his biological imperative. She filled with love for him. ~ She twisted her head and looked into his eyes. 'Come inside me.' His doubt was swept away. He pushed his penis into her in one decisive thrust. Taking her from behind, his jutting cock crashed into her g-spot and scraped across it. Her head snapped forward as she cried out; a primal groan of sound. He rocked his hips back, withdrawing his erection; pulling right out, back to the entrance of her canal. The sensation pushed him to the edge. As his foreskin and frenulum tingled with pleasure, a huge pressure built in the base of his shaft. She sensed the turning point and cried out, "yes!" He thrust into her. Grinding over her g-spot again, triggering a massive explosion in her groin. The shockwaves tore through her savaged body. He filled her completely. Her body contorted under the unbearable pleasure. He tightened his arms around her; restraining her. His cock bucked and rammed his orgasm into her. He felt power and elation as sexual energy thundered out of his cock. She convulsed. Her vagina clamped down hard around his penis as his arms clamped down hard around her body. He gripped her tight against himself, fighting against her contracting muscles. She bit down on a pillow and growled her orgasm through gritted teeth. His second pulse shot another wash of seamen deep into her. Her body gave up. There was no more energy to power her muscles. She went limp. His arms of restraint became arms of support, holding her body together, as her orgasm tried to tear her apart. ~ Their ripples of pleasure synchronised and then gradually diminished together. His penis softened and nestled inside her, bathing in warm fluids and soft tissue. Her body ached with exhaustion, but glowed with pleasant warmth. They were in a dreamlike state. No thoughts interfered with their meditative contentment. ~ Chapter 6 ~ 'Sugar?' Peter asked, as he set a mug of coffee on the table in front of her, squinting slightly against the crisp autumn morning sun. 'Yes. Not sweet enough,' Katie replied. 'I beg to differ.' He passed her the sugar pot as he perched on the arm of the sofa beside her. 'What do you want to do today?' she inquired, stirring the coffee. 'I hadn't really thought that far. I'm here on an impulse you know. What do you need to do before this evening?' 'I have to pop into Gavin's office for a bit, my agent. Get the low down on Lancour. Then, obviously, go shopping for something to wear.' 'Obviously.' 'I hope Gavin can give me some good tips on what to say. It's a bit scary going on my own.' 'Are you sure Lancour will expect you to go alone?' 'I don't know really. It's a business meeting, so I assume so.' She lets lose a huge yawn. 'You were asleep before me yesterday,' he commented. 'Something wore me out yesterday. Can't remember what,' she looked up at him, over her coffee, with big puppy eyes. 'It's a good job you're cute.' 'How cute?' she fluttered her eyelashes. 'Hmmm, five out of ten.' She shoved hard against his hip, pushing him off the arm of the sofa. He landed sprawling on the floor with a yelp. ~ They spent the day together. Separating only when Katie visited her agent, Gavin. Peter filled the time meandering through a few second hand bookshops near Covent Garden. They had a light lunch before hitting the shops with serious intent. After several attempts they found a long navy evening dress. Cut low at the back, it showed off Katie's figure to devastating effect. Katie, with more information from Gavin, had told Peter that Lancour had in fact booked a table for four. After they had ensured Katie was satisfied with her outfit, they sorted out hiring a dinner suit for Peter. ~ As they stepped out of the taxi and into the restaurant, Katie was nervous but radiant in her dress; Peter cut a dashing figure in his dinner jacket, in the way that only a mature, confident man can. The restaurant was expensive, exclusive, glamorous; at 7:30 in the evening it was busy but not overcrowded. Peter held the door for Katie, who stepped in; straight into Gavin. 'Gavin. I didn't realise you...' Katie stammered. 'I told you about Peter,' she gestured round as he followed her through the door. 'What? Gavin exclaimed. He leant in towards Katie in a faux pretence of being heard solely by her, 'Katherine, you do not bring your holiday shag to the most important meeting of your career.' 'Gavin...' Katie was stunned. 'Excuse me?' Peter directed a frown at Gavin. 'I told you he booked a table for four,' Gavin stated to Katie. 'Katie?' Peters turned to her. 'I've made a mis...' Katie began. 'What are you thinking, bringing a country bumpkin bookworm to the...' Gavin was hissing. 'Excuse me,' Peter steps towards Gavin, but then turns towards Katie. 'What have you told him about us? Me?' 'Nothing. I said that you're just...' Katie said. 'Just, what?' Peter exclaimed. 'We don't have time for pissing about with...' Gavin was saying. 'No, not just. I meant. Sorry, I mean...' Katie tried to slow down to explain. 'Shit, Lancour is coming,' Gavin interrupted. 'Now.' 'What do we do?' Katie whispered urgently. 'Bonjour. I am Pierre Lancour. This is my PA, Michelle. I recognise you from your biography photograph, Miss Connell.' He was a man in his sixties. Smartly dressed but understated. His PA was equally smartly dressed, though slightly more daring in her fashion. 'Monsieur Lancour. It is an honour to meet you,' Katie replied. 'This is Gavin Blanscough, my agent. This is; Peter,' she tailed off. 'Bonjour Mr Blanscough, I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I look forward to your views on the Tate's latest travesty. Bonjour; Peter.' His eyes flicked from Katie to Peter to Gavin. 'I have a table for four booked by the fountain.' 'I...erm...' Katie stammered. 'Well now that I have delivered Katherine safely,' Peter cut in, 'I shall leave you to enjoy your meals. It was a pleasure to meet you Monsieur, Miss,' he said smiling and nodding to Lancour and his PA. With that he turned and walked out of the restaurant. ~ Katie checked the time on her phone. 12:36am. She took her keys out of her bag and opened her front door. The lights were off. Flicking them on she immediately noticed her spare keys on the table. She dashed up the stairs to the bedroom; irritated by her dress, holding it up clear of the spiral steps. Peter's bag was gone. Peter was gone. She exhaled, 'Shit.' - - - - - I would be grateful for any feedback comments.