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Good walls make good nighbors, Part 4

Date: 10/20/2017, Categories: Voyeur, Author: SirSpewalot, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

family background and home life and the basic history, but not anything so smart she'd think I wasn't there by accident. I'll tell you about the conversation later maybe, when you're more interested in, um, intellectual matters," and we laughed. "So, this happened the next two days, and on the third day she asked me if I wanted to see her gallery. I of course acted coy for a second and said yes, and she smiled and stared at me as she adjusted a bra strap, oh, rather more slowly than she needed to. She said she had to get back and expected me at 3 and gave me her card with the address, and I said I was looking forward to it and spent the next hour and a half hoping I wasn't blushing as I imagined slowly undressing her. "I left in a leisurely fashion and went in the gallery a couple of minutes after three. Her gallery was often pretty empty in the afternoons during summer, she said, and it was dead that day, so she had sent home her part-time help and was going to close up." I said, "Yeah, it's like that sometimes at the museum. A likely story." She laughed at my ironic tone and said, "Yes, it could have been completely true, but I was pretty sure it wasn't the full reason." We laughed again and she curled up closer to me to caress my chest and neck. She continued, "She didn't bother turning over the closed sign, and she locked the door and said I'd get the personal tour. The first ten minutes she showed me around the front room, and since there was a big window looking out ... on the sidewalk we were very restrained. I noticed she seemed to be in a bit of a rush though," and we chuckled, "and when we went into the back exhibition space the tour slowed down and felt much more personal. She would hold my shoulders to position me to see the art, or stand rather closer to me than in the front room, and of course I leaned towards her more. "After three or four minutes, she had taken to standing right next to me on my right, a little behind me, and often pressed her breast into my arm. We walked around the back space that way, and when we reached the door to her office I could scarcely breathe, much less talk. My head was swimming with all the possibilities, and she was subdued as well. "Her office was small but very comfortable. She had a small desk on one side facing the door and a couch behind the door. She waved me to sit on the couch, and she took off her suit jacket and went to turn out the lights in the exhibition spaces. That took a couple of minutes, and I looked a bit around the office. I was looking at a small drawing on the wall, a female nude, when she came back in, and she came up behind me and looked over my shoulder. I felt the tips of her breasts brush against my back while she did that and I leaned back a little. "I said, 'She's beautiful.' "'She is.' "'Who's the model?' "'She was my second lover.' "I felt her put her left hand on my waist, and somehow I managed to say, 'You're very lucky.' "She said, 'Yes,' and I felt her breath on the ...