Quiet Sunday Afternoon

I sighed happily to myself and did my best to mask the grin on my face. But I just couldn't I was visiting my favorite place in the entire world-The National Gallery in London.

Even better-it was a quiet day at the gallery which meant that I could play one of my favorite games. For whatever reason, I enjoyed peering out at old portraits from around corners. So, I could see them but they couldn't see me.

*laugh* It was a habit that I developed when I was much younger. Back then, I thought that all of the distinguished ladies in portraits would take offense if they realized I was staring at them. So, I'd thought that I had better not be caught doing it.

I know better now, of course. But I still think that it's the best way to view a painting.

So, I strolled across the floor until I found the prefect target. It was a lesser known Rembrandt. Just a gentle portrait of his wife. But her smile intrigued me. So, I stole around the corner for a better look.

The lighting was simplistic compared some of his other portraits, but her silhouette still radiated across the room. I stared at her with wide eyes. Her dress was plain and her face unremarkable. But nonetheless something kept drawing me to her.

Maybe it was the care which Rembrandt painted her. *sigh* I could tell that he loved her because he painted that love in her eyes. That was what made her beautiful.

I would have stare at her longer, but my gaze shifted the man who had just approached her portrait.

I grinned. I knew him, of course. He was my boyfriend. But sometimes I liked to pretend that I didn't. In my mind, we weren't some nice couple who went the gallery on rainy afternoons. We were strangers happening upon each other at the perfect moment.

If nothing else, it gave me an excuse to stare at him as though I had never realized how handsome he was before. Something I delighted in doing.

So, I let my eyes linger on his body for far too long, but I didn't care. There was just something about his posture. The way he stood firm with his hand behind his back that made me wish that he would just lay me down across one the benches.

I felt myself blush and my eyes slow trailed up so that I was back to looking at his face instead of his ass. I sighed. He was still enamored with Rembrandt's portrait of his wife. As I stared at him, I couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about me while he looked at her.

*laugh* I'd have to ask him later when we weren't strangers anymore.

Right now, I had something a little different in mind. My plan was risky, but. as I stared at him. I knew that I just couldn't wait. I wanted him so badly. And I had thought him bending me over a bench nearly every time we had come here.

And this afternoon we finally had our chance. Nobody else was around. There wasn't a guard in site.

(seductively) So, I felt daring.

I snuck out for my hiding place and slowly crept toward him. I knew that I had to be quiet. i wanted to surprise him. So, I made sure to walk on the ball of my feet so that my heels wouldn't clack on the floor.

I held my breath for fear that it might give me away as well. And I willed my body to move as slightly as it could.

With each step, I was convinced that he would turn around and find me. But he never did.

Slowly, I kept moving-step after step. Until I finally got close to enough to grab him.

My hand slowly reached out and...

(surprised) He grabbed my wrist and whirled me around in his arms.

Then, he pulled me into a passionate kiss and I felt blood rush to my lips.

*moaning for around 15 seconds*

I grumbled. I was annoyed at myself for getting turned on. I wanted to pretend like I was irritated with him. He always caught me every time I tried to sneak up on him. And it drove me crazy.

I wanted to tell him that it wasn't fair. But his eyes....his eyes just melted me.

He laughed and wrapped his arms around me. And I couldn't stop myself from looking up at him.

I sighed. His lips were twisted into a shy sexy smile. I knew he was proud to have outsmarted me once again.

Part of me wanted to punch him, but instead I kissed again. Just so I could get that sly smile to leave his face.

*kissing for around 30 seconds*

Thankfully, it worked. But the time that I done with him that sly smile had been replace with a much more...lustful grin.

He gave me another long kiss.

*kissing for around 30 seconds*

Then, with a quick wink, he turned to shut the door to gallery room.

As it closed with a click, he turned back to me and looked me and up. He stood confident and proud as he stare straight at me. The look in his eyes told me that he knew exactly what he wanted to do with me.

And I....*seductive laugh* I was more than willing to give him anything that he wanted.

I felt my body shiver with excitement as he walked back me. It was like he was stranger taking me for the first time.

As he took me in his arms again, I felt my temperature rise and a blush of lust spread across my cheeks. I tried to hid it from him. But he was all I wanted in that moment. He knew that as much as I did.

I shivered as I felt his fingertips graze my back. But he didn't stop until he was clutching my ass.

*sigh* I felt my muscles tighten in response, but I didn't dare move his hand away. He felt far too good.

Then without a word, he scoop me up in his arms and carried me the bench the in center of the gallery floor.

He laid me down on the bench and stood over me. My breath quickened as I stared back at him with a mixture of excitement and just a tiny bit of fear. I wanted him to do what ever he wanted to me, but I was a little afraid of what that might be.

Then, he leaned down and whispered in my ear 'do you want me?'.

I moaned as felt myself get wet at the mere suggestion. The simple sound of his voice sent waves of pleasure to my pussy and I was powerless to stop it. So, I let the wetness flow over me as felt my pussy tense in anticipation.

I bit my lip and nodded at him. But he chuckled and told me that I hadn't answered his question.

So he bent down to ask again, 'do you want me?'.

This time I screamed 'yes'. And he started to undue the buttons on my shirt before I could even finish the word.

I reached down to try to help him, but he grabbed my arm and pinned it over my head. His eyes dared me to try to struggle, but I knew better than to try it. Besides, my body wanted him to be in control.

Once he got me out of my shirt, he crawled over me and began planting kisses all along my neck. I gasped as I felt my body tease and relax with each kiss. My panties were slowly becoming soaked. I sighed.

I knew that my pussy was getting ready for him. It began to tingle and throb with longing as the wetness rushed down my lower lips.

But I wanted to move her along even more, so tried reach my hand to play with my clit. But he grabbed my wrist again and gave a firm 'no'.

*giggle* Which of course made her even more excited.

I gasped as I felt a tight contraction followed by another squirt of liquid. It took all my energy to keep my hands back.

But, I didn't fight him even as I felt my clit throb and beg for somebody's touch. I knew that I had to wait until it was his turn.

So, I let him continue to tease me. Slowly, he planted kisses all down my chest. And my body shivered as I felt the warmth of his lips mix with the coolness of the air against my bare skin.

He kissed around my nipples causing my breasts to swell with excitement. I wanted so badly to touch them too, but I knew that he wouldn't let me.

So, I moaned and squirmed as I felt my chest throb. And, just when I thought that I couldn't take it anymore, he finally started sucking them. And I cried with delight as I finally felt each of them grow hard.

And for a brief moment, my body relaxed again. And I enjoyed the gentleness with which he kissed my chest.

*deep signing for about 30 seconds*

But the comfort didn't last long. Soon, my pussy began throbbing again as I felt blood rush to my clit. And I knew that I couldn't wait much longer. Wetness was flowing over me. My pussy was tight. My panties were soaked.

I gasped 'please. my clit. please.'

And he smiled up at me and thankfully didn't feel the need to tease me too much longer.

He slowly removed my skirt and panties. As he did so, I shivered again as my wet pussy felt the cold air hit it. But I knew that he would warm her soon.

After he got my panties off, he crawled back over me and planted gentle kisses all around my clit. I squealed. I could feel myself getting goosebumps as my body anticipated the pleasure.

My pussy throbbed in sheer delight and I felt another waves of wetness slid down my lips.

*gasp*

Finally, his mouth found his way onto my cunt and I felt my entire body tingle with delight. My eyes started to water as I felt my clit finally get what she had been craving so badly.

Blood rushed downward as I felt his wetness met my own.

*moan*

Each flick of his tongue was sheer delight. My clit grew warm and hard. But I knew that I had to push myself further because she was begging for more.

I moaned as I felt myself squirt into his mouth. My pussy began to tingle as she grew warmer and warmer.

My hand gripped the sides of the bench as I began shaking. I knew that I was getting close. I could feel my chest and abs tightening. Wetness kept dripping down my beautiful cunt.

Still, he wanted to go even further. And I was powerless to stop him. I could only gasp as I felt him firmly push his finger inside me.

I cried out before I even knew what was happening. All I could think about was the new pleasure inside me.

I moan as I felt myself contract. My juices flowed over this palm. Tingles flowed up from my pussy over my entire body.

*moaning*

I squirmed in ecstasy as he petted me. He knew every ridge inside me like the back of his hand. Blood rushed through my vag as I felt myself soaking his fingers.

*gasping*

And his tongue keep on flicking my clit until my entire pussy throbbed with delight. And I moaned as I felt every muscle in my body tighten.

Each stoke of his finger. Each lick of tongue...brought me closer. With each flick, I felt myself squirt and tighten.

My cunt felt warm tingling and ready. Ready for the ecstasy that was sure to follow.

My pussy was soaked. My thighs were soaked. The bench was soaked.

The tingles grew more intense. The warmth was overwhelming.

[pause]

Finally, I couldn't stop my body from shaking anymore. I felt the entire bench start to rock.

*thump*

*thump*

*thump*

And *gasp* I gave in.

My fingertips started to tingle. And then my chest. And then my back. And then my ass. Until finally my clit exploded in pleasure.

I gasped as I felt warmth quake outward from my clit. Pulsing through my entire body.

*orgasm sounds at least 30 seconds*

I writhed all over the bench-in so much delight that I was completely unsure what to do with myself.

But he grabbed my hips and held me firmly in place. So, I couldn't escape his tongue or hand.

He knew that I could go further than this and he intended to take me there.

I gasped and cried out, but he wouldn't budge.

And, just when I thought that I had reached my breaking point, the pleasure shifted from my clit to my vag. And i felt my entire body quake again. This time deeper and with more force.

*deeper orgasm at least 30 seconds*

I couldn't stop shaking as I felt my pussy squeeze his finger as tightly as it could. I kept gasping as each contraction brought a stronger wave of pleasure.

I thought each wave would be the last, but they just kept coming.

*gasping with delight*

Eventually, I lost all track of time and space. All I knew was my body and my pleasure.

I gasp. I moaned. I cried. I begged.

And finally, it all became too much. The paintings around the room started to spin. And I felt my body growing tenser than it ever had before.

*gasping*

Finally, it coalesced is a beautiful crescendo. And gasped in pure joy as my body gave into itself.

*powerful orgasm at least 30 seconds*

*panting*

*sigh* When the paintings finally stopped spinning, I looked up to see my boyfriend slowing doing up the buttons on my shirt. I realized I must have been out of a while because he had the time to fully dress me again.

I tried to open my mouth to apologize. But he pressed his finger to my lips and shook his head.

I wanted to argue with him, but I quickly realized that my body too tired to even move.

He smiled at me. And, before I could even worry about how long I would to rest on that bench, he scooped me up into his arms again. And, without a word, he carried me out of the gallery.

Thankfully, we weren't met with any unwelcome stares. Nobody there had guessed what we had been up to.

But I knew. And it made me smile all the way home.