1. Exhibition Opening


    Date: 5/21/2016, Categories: Anal, Author: CandiBlower, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    Our eyes meet as you walk through the door. I wasn’t sure you were coming, but still I’m not surprised to see you there. I live my life expecting to see you everywhere. You must have come directly after the meeting. You’re still wearing a formal shirt and tie; your jacket must have been discarded in the car. Of course, you came with your friends and we have to keep up appearances. The whole group descends on me, and there’s a flurry of greetings all around. We’re all old friends. “Hi,” you kiss me on the cheek. “Hey there, yourself. Welcome.” I respond. “I didn’t know you were back,” I say, pretending not to have received your itinerary before you even stepped on the plane. “Yeah, we’re here on vacation for a while,” you say. “Vicky didn’t come?” I ask. Your wife. “No,” you reply. “She stayed home with the kids.” “Well, you guys take a look around. I’ll be right back. Enjoy!” And I walk as fast as I can to the back of the room and escape through the door. On the right, I go into the bathroom and check myself in the mirror. Is my face flushed? Does it show how hard my heart is beating? Is the tingling of my cheek where you kissed me visible? No. My eyes are bright with excitement, but that’s mainly because of the event going on. I love exhibition openings. Each artist brings their own vibe with them to the floor, but I especially like the work currently on display. It has an erotic undercurrent which you can taste on the air all around the art gallery. I check my makeup and ...
    check if the girls are not doing a Picasso on me. The black dress I’m wearing clings to all my curves, showing off my breasts and my ass. It’s an understated look, very sensual. Just the way you like it. Exiting the bathroom, I take a different route through the crowd on the patio outside. People are standing around in groups; the hum of voices is electric. I pass by the bar to make sure the wine is flowing as it should. Making my way back inside, I see you standing in the gallery with our friends. You give me the tiniest nod and I smile. Tonight’s going to be very satisfying, I now know for sure. My boss gives the indication that we’re about to start and we usher everyone outside on the patio. I fulfill my duties as Gallery Assistant, taking pictures, skirting the edge of the crowd. I slip in besides you and I feel your body tensing. “Having fun?” I ask in a low voice. “Not yet,” you reply. “Anything I can do to help?” “I’m sure you have something in mind,” you respond. I take some more pictures and then turn to you. “Front door, fifteen minutes.” The smile you have on your face is a devilish one. You love the way my dirty mind works. As the opening words are done and the artist gets his turn at the microphone, I make another round taking some more pictures. After the speeches, the guests are file back inside to take a close look at the beautiful artwork on display. The interested ones contact me quietly and we fill in the paperwork necessary for the sale. After ten minutes, I ...
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