Loading...Tonight was the first ‘culture night’ that Lee suggested they add to their dating routine. Annika had agreed, but she was less enthusiastic than Lee. She preferred going to bars or dance clubs. In fact, that’s where they had met five months ago.
The initial activity was the offbeat Artomatic exhibit. It was a Washington, DC open admission art event.
Each year it was located in a different building in the Metro area that was empty and scheduled for renovation or demolition. The unusual location of the free show was part of the attraction and was as out there as much of the art. This year over 1000 ‘artists’ were on display scattered throughout eleven floors of a building in the lively Crystal City area of Arlington, VA. The venue offered unique settings for the art. Former offices. Hallways. Empty conference rooms. Large open bays. Tiny closets. A cornucopia of spaces would be a descriptive understatement. Many painted over, decorated or transformed to reflect the artist work.
Running for five weeks, Artomatic attracted a diverse crowd. The attendees skewed young, artsy and professional, but with it’s share of young families and mature attendees.
This Thursday bands of thunderstorms brought strong winds and intermittent heavy rains to prematurely darken the June skies and pelt the large glass windows. The storm and the weeknight combined to keep the crowd down to a trickle.
Lee had walked in the Underground from her nearby job with a government contractor. As she waited for Annika to arrive from the Metro, she sat in the lobby and responded to texts and emails.
Annika blew in like a fresh breeze. Thin and pale, she had a somewhat French look. Perhaps it was her narrow ingenue face framed by frizzy hair in a loose bunch with random strands escaping. A bright red, sleeveless sundress clung to her waifish frame and accented her figure. It was a simple design, but low cut and more than a bit flirty. It’s short length swung freely from her narrow hips. Despite her lean build, she moved with an electric energy and projected a confident air.
Her overall appearance seemed casual and easy. In fact, she was one of those people who could make any look seem simple. Lee knew better. It took a lot of practice, expertise and effort to constantly look so casually elegant.
They exchanged a hug and a chaste kiss in greeting. “You look great, Anni.” Lee offered as she touched Annika’s uncovered forearm.
“Thanks. You too, girl.” Annika returned the compliment.
Lee appreciated the comment, but knew she wasn’t as attractive as Anni. In contrast to her taller friend, Lee was of average height and weight. The benefit was she did have shapely curves. Dark bangs covered her forehead, yet the rest of her hair was styled short for summer coolness and ease of maintenance.
Her outfit reflected that she’d come directly from work. A light-weight, waist-length blue jacket covered a sleeveless, white blouse. Her knee-length skirt was professional in contrast to Annika’s playful mini. However, it’s high waist and deep blue diagonal stripes with thin white accents tended to draw eyes to her chest when the jacket came off. The outfit was comfortably fitted without being overly clingy or suggestive. Lee wore a simple silver necklace and a watch. Annika a colorful necklace of natural beads and a series of disparate bracelets.
The girls approached the entrance table. After an ID check, each got a yellow wristband clearing them to buy drinks at the bars set up throughout the building.
Riding the elevator to the top, they exited at the 11th floor and started browsing in a large open area that stretched two-thirds of the building. The open-registration and low fee for the participants meant the artwork was a very eclectic mix. Some was crap, mundane or amateurish. Others were artistically impressive or undeniably creative. The wide range made the show fascinating. There were surprises around every corner. A significant percentage was bizarrely interesting or interestingly bizarre.
The pair wandered in and out of offices converted to temporary galleries. At some stations, they laughed at the quality or the subject matter. At others, they rolled their eyes or looked at each other with blank “is this really art” expressions. Then, they’d come upon some paintings or sculptures that were so stunningly beautiful that they wished they could afford them.
As they wandered, they kibitzed about work and bantered easily with compatible senses of humor. The show allowed them to learn more about each other’s tastes. It was just the sort of shared experience Lee hoped for when she’d suggested these nights out.
On each floor, a volunteer was seated in the corridor near the elevators. Otherwise, they encountered only a handful of other attendees. It was like a private gallery showing.
While some spaces were dimmed to highlight the artwork, most were lit with standard overhead fluorescent lighting. This made the inside bright in contrast to the darkening skies outside. On the East side of the building, they paused at the floor to ceiling windows to enjoy the view of the DC monuments in the distance. Closer was the Potomac River and planes arriving and departing from National Airport. An occasional lighting bolt illuminated the towering thunder clouds.
The art covered a wide range of subjects: every kind of painting, many photographs of people and landscapes, trash art, jewelry, primitive sculptures, poetry and protest art, and fine furniture. However, it became apparent a significant percentage focused on nudity or sexual themes. Some male, but largely female. Some artsy. A number erotic. Some just fascinatingly smutty. Simple black and white photos of nudes. Photoshopped naked women superimposed on galaxies and nebulas. Barely clothed Princess Leias. Stone sculptures. Spread-eagle self-portraits by hefty artists. A few were accompanied by social commentary poems or paragraphs, but most stood on their raw merits.
Lee found the emphasis surprising. For Annika, some of the displays were particularly stimulating. Perhaps that was what diverted her attention. She was more a doer than a watcher anyway. She persuaded Lee to stop at one of the bars for a drink and listen to a band. They showed the yellow wrist bands that announced they were of age. Lee ordered a wine. Annika a lite beer.
They leaned on one of the tall tables with a view of the river. As they chatted, Annika patted Lee’s shoulder or touched her hand.
Some looking at the couple might surmise they were work friends enjoying a night out. The more perceptive might pick up the telltale clues that they were young and in lust. The lingering touch. The sincere attention to what the other said. Longish gazes into each other’s eyes.
While Lee described the challenges of a current project, Annika focused on her expressive face. The narrow eyebrows, shaped and dark, that emphatically displayed concern, interest or surprise. The smiling lips that twitched just before emitting a deep laugh. Annika had an impulse to kiss her, but refrained from interrupting the story.
After the drinks, Lee suggested they visit a couple more floors before going out for dinner. Although Annika had enough art for the evening, she agreed to please her friend.
Perhaps, it was the erotic art, or her attraction to Lee. It didn’t take long for Anni’s mind to wander. When it wandered, it often turned to sex. To occupy herself, she decided on some playful seduction.
Annika began by walking closer. Then, there were more touches while making comments about the artwork. The small of the back. The upper arm. Once, smoothing the hair above Lee’s ear.
When Lee, still enthralled by the show, didn’t consciously notice the increased attention, Annika decided to ratchet up the flirtation. Pulling at her bra strap, Annika said, “This is binding. I’m going to get more comfortable.” Stepping into one of the rooms, Annika made a show of removing her bra. She reached inside the top of her dress and opened the front hook. Then she twisted her arms to remove it while keeping her dress in place. Lee tried to ignore her and concentrate on the art. Shaking her freed boobs and stretching her arms over her head in a seductive pose, Annika said, “That’s much better. Do you want to take yours off?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”. Lee replied.
“OK.”. Holding the flimsy red lace bra out to Lee. “Could you put it in your handbag? My clutch is too small.”
With a roll of her eyes, Lee took the warm bra. Annika’s scent lingered on the satiny material. Lee tucked it into her purse assuming her friend was trying to be deliberately salacious. Although she didn’t want to take the bait, there was no denying her animal attraction to Anni’s bod. She couldn’t help but notice Annika’s breasts as her pokies were clearly visible through her dress. The pert B-cups were comely globes. They moved in her dress with every step. Not with a saggy bounce, but with a sexy jiggle.
As they proceeded from one artist’s work to the next, Lee tried to keep focused on the art. But it was a losing battle. They were in the ‘can’t get enough of you’ physical phase of their relationship. Therefore, it didn’t take much for thoughts to turn sexual. Without making eye contact, Annika moved with deliberately provocative intent. Lee noticed the small come-ons: a hand dusting her breasts; an extra sway in the hips; bending forward to ‘examine’ a piece that spilled more of her boobs from her dress.
Annika didn’t know art, but she knew people. While Lee tried to be furtive, Anni was delighted to see her glimpses at her breasts. ‘Got her.’ she thought. Intending to catch her off-guard, she pointed at a cut-out and said, “Lee look at this clever design.”
When Lee stepped forward and leaned in, Annika took her shoulders and pulled her in for a firm and passionate kiss. Startled, Lee dropped her hands and took the kiss. When Annika broke it off with a huge, satisfied smile, Lee was still disconcerted: surprised by the unexpected action, piqued by being tricked, and physically buzzed by the succulent physical contact.
“Wha … what..was that?” Lee stammered.
“That was a kiss, silly.”
“I know that.” Lee emphasized her annoyance with a click of her tongue. “Why here?”
“I couldn’t help myself. All this sexy art and you looking so pretty. It made me horny.” Annika replied with an innocent shrug.
“You’re always horny.”
With a tilt of her head and a coquettish smile, Annica said, “That’s not a bad thing.” Checking to determine if anyone was watching them, Lee exhaled an exasperated sigh, “Well, don’t start. This is not the time nor the place. Especially not for that kind of kiss. You know I can’t resist you when you start kissing me like that.”
Taking the remark as a compliment, Anni nodded with a devilish gleam in her eyes and said, “I know.”
“Ohhhhh.” Lee exhaled, clenched her fists and strode to the next stand.
Even her annoyed departure was stimulating for Annika. She watched the bare legs below the neat skirt. How Lee’s hand rested on the back of her leg just where it became her behind. Then, unintentionally keeping Anni’s eyes riveted on her tushy by toying with the fabric of her dress. The feminine sway of her lush cheeks.
Lee wanted to be angry at Annika. She was the shyer of the two and not given to public displays. But, she was flattered by Annika’s sexual interest and attention. And, her body betrayed her. She recognized all the symptoms of falling under Anni’s wicked spell. Again. Triggered by the luscious kiss and the frank expression of affection. There was a warm stirring between her legs. She couldn’t deny that Annika’s overt feminine sexuality was part of the attraction for Lee.
That notwithstanding, she blushed at the thought of getting into a public kissing fest. Even in a semi-deserted gallery. She decided to cut the show short. Speaking over her shoulder, she said, “We’ll go after this floor.”
In an attempt to distract Anni’s lustful mental wanderings, Lee nodded to a painting of a bucolic forest and river scene and asked, “What does that picture remind you of?”
“A vagina.”.
“It does not!”
“That’s what I see. The hills are the lips. The forest is the hair. The river is the slit. It’s obvious.”
“That doesn’t look anything like a vagina.” Lee replied emphatically, then blushed at her loud voice. She noticed a nearby couple turning to look at her and reddened further. She turned away and shot Anni an ‘I could kill you’ look. Annika shrugged, then they both tittered like naughty schoolgirls.
Lee gave up. She despaired of Annika ever having more than a passing interest in art. But, she loved her insatiable interest in sex. She was very good and sharing. Lee had learned more, and enjoyed it more, in the last 5 months than in her previous 24 years.
Shaking her head, Lee decided to go with the flow. Strolling next to Anni, she pointed at the most prosaic still life of flowers she could find and asked, “I suppose that looks like a vagina to you?”
After a quick glance, Annika pronounced, “Yup. That’s definitely looks like a twat.”
“What?”
“Alright, a pussy.”
“No it’s not.”
“You’re just trying to get me to say ‘cunt’.” Annika teased.
“I am not!”.
“Well, I won’t do it,” Annika said with faux indignation and raising her chin in the air. “That’s just crude.”
“What is the matter with you tonight?”
“Hey, I didn’t pick the show with all the dirty pictures.”
“Rrrrr. Seriously. How can that picture make you think of … a …” Flustered, Lee stumbled over the choice of words and finally whispered “… a vagina?”
Enjoying her ability to discombobulate her lover, Annika explained, “You can see sex in most things if you’re in the mood and you look hard enough.”
Lee folded her arms on her chest and gave her a skeptical expression.
Undeterred, Anni pointed to the still life. “This, for example, is easy. Flowers are often an analogy for a woman’s sex organs. And this one, with the soft petals folding, and the blossoms opening, and the waves of pinks and reds. In fact, the more I look at it the more it reminds me of your sweet cooch. It’s making me hot just to look at it.”. She emphasized the last comment by dropping her hand to her lap and making a salacious rub.
Lee was appalled by Annika’s fixation, but simultaneously impressed with the reflective description. She nonetheless wasn’t ready to concede the larger point. She shook her head and pushed the hair momentarily off her forehead. “That’s just you. Most people would only see beautiful flowers. You just have the mindset of a horny teenage boy.”
Mock offended, Anni replied, “That’s not true. I got through two whole floors. Besides, art is in the eye of the beholder and what your mind is open to. Let me show you.”. She took Lee by the hand and lead her past several artists stations, quickly scanning the work. They stopped in a room with large canvases with colors smeared in abstract designs.
Looking around, Annika seemed pleased. She stepped to the door and closed it. “This will give us privacy for our experiment.”. Lee moved to object. But, before she could speak, Annika put a finger to her lips to silence her. Pointing to the rain pelting the window, she said, “Don’t worry dear. There’s almost no one here. And they won’t miss one room for a couple of minutes.”
Annika took Lee by the shoulders, removed her jacket and placed it with their bags on the chair. “I need you comfortable.” She placed her in front of an unframed painting with bright, multi-layered swirls of thick paint. Predominantly shades of red with an occasional black or white accent. Standing behind her, she pulled Lee’s hair over her ear then leaned forward and spoke with a quiet voice. “I want you to take a minute to gaze into that picture and then tell me what you see.”
Lee sagged her shoulders, “This is silly. It’s not meant to depict anything.”
“I know, but humor me. Remember, this is art appreciation night.”
Lee noted the subtle dig that it was her idea to come to the show. She closed her eyes, shook her head to help clear her mind and then examined the painting. She took in the details of the strong colors and the bold brush strokes. Then, she stopped thinking and let her mind wander over the canvas and take in the entire expanse.
After a minute, she formed an impression. She was hesitant to say anything. Annika could have a sharp wit. In her current mood, she might just laugh and dismiss anything she said as pretentious posturing. Lee decided to take a chance. She spoke softly and said, “I imagine a turbulent and storm tossed sea. It is mostly blood red because of the sunset light. The black highlights give it a sense of foreboding.”
The room was silent. Annika stared at the picture over her shoulder. Lee bit her lip and listened to Anni’s breathing. After an eternity of seconds, Annika tilted her head against Lee’s and said seriously, “Yes. I can see that. If you stare deeply, you can almost feel the power of the waves that could sweep you away. You have a wonderful imagination. Thanks for sharing.”
Lee relaxed and exhaled a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her fondness for her lover expanded with the open-minded and intimate exchange of perceptions of the colored goop smeared on a canvas. She leaned into Annika’s warm embrace.
After a few seconds, Annika spoke, “Now, honey, I want you to see it through my eyes. First, we need to clear your mind. Close your eyes again.”.
As Lee did, Annika turned her around and brought her close. She dropped her face and let their lips barely touch. As they exchanged breathes, Annika dropped one hand to the small of Lee’s back and pulled her closer so their chests rubbed. At the same time, she pressed her lips more firmly and moved from a gentle peck to a passionate lip caress.
Lee was taken off guard. But, their previous verbal foreplay had its effect. She kept her eyes closed and melted into Anni’s embrace. Within seconds, her mind was empty of conscious thought and was lost in the ride of sensations racing through her nerves. Her hands fluttered and settled on Annika’s hips. She appreciated anew Anni’s enticing cologne.
They remained locked for long moments. When she broke the kiss, Annika whispered, “Keep your eyes closed, dear.”. She gently turned Lee back to face the picture. Shifting her grip, she gave Lee a looser, but just as sensual hug from behind.
Her cheek leaned against Lee’s and stroked it like a kitten rubbing your leg. Her right arm folded lightly across Lee’s chest with her palm resting on the outside of her left tit. Her left hand touched Lee’s hip and her fingertips played with the soft fabric of the grey skirt.
Immersed in a mellow and amorous feeling, Lee felt light-headed. A sense of warmth and security washed over her body and a squishy tingle began to spread in her belly.
“I want you to look at the picture again and think of us together.” Annika murmured.
Lee didn’t want to open her eyes and break the cozy spell. But, like a hypnotist’s subject, she followed directions and lifted her heavy lids while squirming more tightly into Anni’s arms. Her eyes rested lazily on the thick swirls of color.
Before Lee could form a new impression, Annika began to softly describe a different view of the painting. “Look at the bright reds and vibrant pinks. Brilliant colors. Very alive. Passionate.” As she talked, her hands started to massage Lee’s body.
Lee’s eyes stared at the picture, but they were more unfocused than concentrating. She was more attuned to the pleasant signals emanating from her body. As Anni’s hand drifted across her breasts, her nipples aroused and tightened.
“In my mind, those are feminine colors. Prom dress red. Girly, innocent pink. Powerful, but at the same time romantic. Sultry and steamy.”
Lee was swept up in the romantic moment. Her body and mind responded. The magnetic attraction between them smoldered. She moved her hand back and felt for Annika’s buttocks. Finding it, she rubbed and squeezed the tight muscle.
“Look at the waves and folds of color. My favorite reds. Blood red, like you said. It reminds me that I’m wearing my red lace thong that you love.” The warm and buttery feeling expanded in Lee’s loins as the irrepressible image popped into her mind of the red panties in front of her face when she had recently eaten Annika. Flushed, she said with a catch in her throat, “Oh, Anni. Let’s go home.”
“Not yet, dear. Keep looking at the picture. It looks excited. Engorged. Lusting. Just like you make me feel.” As her voice mesmerized Lee, Annika’s hand went to the buttons on her companion’s blouse and opened several.
In a low voice, Lee objected, “No.”. But, her hands and body didn’t resist.
“Shhhh. It’s OK, my sweet.” Anni said while kissing her ear and slipping a hand inside the opening. She caressed the warm flesh of Lee’s breast through her bra. Lee inhaled a deep aroused breath and rolled her head back against Anni’s shoulder.
“Now look closely at the swirls and folds. I see a vagina. Warm and red and welcoming. An excited physical expression of desire and love. Do you see it, Lee?”
Her eyes were fuzzy, but her perceptions were shaped by Anni’s erotic description and the wanton signals coming from her own pussy. In a dreamy voice, she mumbled, “Yes.”
“Tell me what you see, honey. Say it.”
Wrapped in the sensuous moment, it seemed too much effort to speak. Lee preferred to let her body responded wordlessly. She reached for Anni’s hand and brought it to her lips for a kiss.
Annika smiled and kissed Lee’s bliss touched face. “What do you see, dear?”
Lee found the energy to say, “A vagina. I see a beautiful vagina.”. With that, she turned from the picture and looked lovingly into Annika’s eyes. Her hands moved to Anni’s breasts and the silky material over the hard nipples.
“Yes. That’s right, luv. A beautiful vagina. But, I see more than that. I see your beautiful vagina. The darker reds and the black are the deeper clefts and the deepest tunnel of your womanhood.”.
Lee could see the genuine affection in Annika’s eyes. It was a complement to her lusty cravings. It made Lee feel fortunate and deepened her attachment.
Annika continued her seduction. “That’s what I see as I nestle my head between your thighs. Folds of pinks and reds. Your beautiful cunt. Growing and changing as you squirm beneath my tongue. Opening up your flower as I taste your honey nectar.”
Lee succumbed completely to Annika. Her inhibitions and sense of public propriety abandoned her. As her body tingled from Annika’s bawdy descriptions and physical contact, she only wanted to hold her and have her entirely.
Annika reached for the switch and extinguished the lights. In the darkness, lightning in the distance seemed more pronounced and cinematic. It sparked and arced like their bodies. Through the floor, they could feel a rhythmic thumping of bass music from one of the stages below. It resonated deep in their cells. Standing in front of the near invisible window with the storm raging, they felt one with nature.
Lee entwined her hand with Annika’s, kissed her cheek and leaned her head on her shoulder. She moved into her ‘loving place’. A warm, cozy, comfortable and safe place. Usually in the confines of her bedroom. But, with Annika, increasingly it was anywhere their spirits connected. In the past, or with someone else, she’d have been flustered being romantic in a semi-public place. Now, it was exciting. Lee was surprised by how easily Anni was able to release her repressed emotions and guide her into previously taboo conduct. She was almost embarrassed by how much she enjoyed it.
Annika nuzzled her neck. She said, “You make me quiver.”
There it was. Such a simple, open, sincere expression. It made Lee swoon. Since their first blush of nascent ardor, Lee was putty in Annika’s hands. She responded wordlessly by embracing her paramour and crushing their bodies together. Lee wanted to make love to Anni.
Annika wiggled within the hug. The frisson between their breasts was delicious. She kissed Lee’s lips both for the pleasure of the touch and to convey her joy. In the dim light, their eyes caught for a moment. They each conveyed a similar wanton desire. Pausing a moment in naughty anticipation, larger smiles spread on their faces.
They moved into more heated action. Annika went low grabbing the full cheeks of Lee’s ass. Lee went high. First, holding Annika’s hair to accent a kiss. Then, dropping her hands to caress breasts and excited nipples.
Their young energy and reservoir of sexual tension burst forth. The earlier itch Anni got in her snatch from mild arousal turned to a throbbing excitement. Lee’s exploration of Annika’s body moved from tentative to feral. As Anni’s breathing deepened from the delightful massage, she loosened her grip and finished unbuttoning Lee’s blouse. She had to taste her. She leaned forward and planted a slow salacious lick across the top of Lee’s bosoms. They heaved beneath the moist attention.
Not to be outdone, Lee pushed the straps off Annika’s shoulders and the top of her dress floated to her waist. She was unfazed by her nakedness and continued planting feathery kisses on Lee’s neck and face. The fingers on both of Lee’s hands traced the line of Anni’s breast bone until they rested in the space between her tits. Then in a dance like move, separated and grasped each mound.
Closing her eyes in enjoyment, Annika thought, not for the first time, that her lover had the softest hands and the most erotic touch of anyone she’d slept with. She arched her back, thrusting her chest higher and more firmly into Lee’s palms. The luxuriant manipulation caused her pale pink nipples to stiffen further and darken a deeper rouge. She matched the fondling by opening Lee’s bra and pinching her nipples between fingertips. A gasp of slight pain and large pleasure spilled from Lee’s lips. The attention to her sensitive erogenous zone shot a charge to the warm core of her vagina.
Annika loved stroking the heavy boobs as much as the recipient loved her doing it. She liked her own breasts, yet they lacked the heft and bounce of these. Typically, she would linger and play, but she was getting feverish and dropped her attention lower. Her fingers circle Lee’s belly button and rubbed the flesh of her tummy above her dress.
Lee’s body surged with desire. She was lost in time and space. Wanting solely to touch and be touched. To probe and be probed. Her tongue entered Anni’s and mingled with the warm interior of her body. She shifted positions to try and align her crotch against Anni’s leg to increase the masturbatory pressure. But she was inhibited by her skirt. In mild frustration, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and brought it to her waist. With quick moves, she tucked it in the front and back of her waistband to keep it in place. Now her legs could straddle Anni’s long thigh. They snuggled against it. Forcing her damp panties forward, she began a rhythmic humping. Lee’s face lit up with an involuntary glee at the blissful feel.
Their eyes were now adjusted to the dark. The room was dimly lit by the lights from the adjacent building. It was enough to see each other. Keeping their groins together, Annika leaned back. Her eyes traveled down Lee’s body to the white panties adorning her hips and genitals. The flowered design, the dainty bow at the waist and the scalloped trim spoke of deceptive sweetness masking carnal lust.
She touched the back and played with the divinely silky material. The glossy feel and soft texture were a tactile turn-on, especially with Lee’s warm emanating through the material. She toyed with the lacy trim and slid a fingertip inside to stroke the sensuous skin.
Swaying back and forth, Lee placed her hands on Annika’s hips. She slowly pulled Annika’s clingy mini up to her waist to reveal the skimpy and transparent red thong. Now cheek-to-cheek, thigh-to-thigh, and panty clad muff to panty clad muff, they stimulated their own and each other’s bodies. They relished the zesty titillation. Their lips whispered timeless murmurs of ardor meant to bond and inspire passion.
With bodies straining against each other, Annika’s eyes settled on the red painting she had playfully christened a vagina. The imagined erotic image re-inforced the heavenly thrill enveloping her body. She gyrated her hips more forcefully in time with Lee’s thrusts. Her sensitive vagina caused a sharp moan to escape her lips each time the pressure peaked on her sweet spot.
They were in a modern building with a view of one of the most powerful cities in the world. Yet, as they groped each other in the semi-darkness of the cave-like room, all that seemed far away and their coupling had the feel of a primitive fertility rite.
Annika maneuvered her hand inside Lee’s moist panties to the small triangle of dark curls. The swollen lips were more evidence of her effusive arousal. Her palm cupped the mound and applied small squeezes. “There, there, love. You feel hot and excited.” Anni purred in Lee’s ear.
That’s exactly how Lee felt. Every little twist and motion sent a pleasurable quiver to her brain. Anni’s motions started off feathery and barely perceptible. Yet, in Lee’s electric state, they pushed her cresting libido higher. Lee reached for Annika’s genitals and matched her squeeze for squeeze. She didn’t need to move the flimsy red lingerie for they were no barrier to sensation for Anni’s shaved quim.
With agitation building, their movements hastened. Words passed their lips that were tender, kind, slutty and encouraging. Lee begged Anni to go a little lower, and a little faster. “Yes. Yes, right there!”
Anni was about to provide instructions of her own, when they became unnecessary. She didn’t have to expend her ragged breath, because Lee pushed her panties aside and inserted a finger into her moist, tight, hot hole. It seemed to be exactly what her frisky loins craved.
They shivered and soared from the lascivious petting. Joyful in providing pleasure to their intimate soulmate and being pleased in return.
Lee’s legs were tiring from the effort, but adrenalin and desire kept her groping and thrusting to continue the building buzz in her cunt. She pulled Anni closer and leaned against the window. Her ass and naked thighs pressed against the cool glass. It was a counterpoint to the heat of the delicious friction stoking her sex.
Part of her mind imagined the raunchy tableau they were creating for any observers in the adjacent condos. With this raging storm, there probably weren’t any. However, the possibility of being watched was fuel to her lust.
Annika was nearing climax. Her senses were raging. They registered the musky aroma filling the room. She could see Lee’s bangs waving on her forehead and felt her swollen boobs bounce and carnally crush her own nipples. Her fingers worked Lee’s wet slit.
In a final frenzy, they pushed each other to a juicy lather and a peaking arousal. Lee’s finger sped in and out of Anni’s muscled hole while her thumb strummed her hard clit. Annika could feel herself approaching the edge. She breathed deeply and pushed against Lee’s thrusting until climaxing with a body shaking orgasm and waves of pleasure washing over her.
When Anni’s body stiffened, her vagina contracted in spasms and clenched Lee’s finger. The involuntary ecstasy matched the rapture she was feeling in her breasts, her skin and her own taut twat. As Anni convulsed from her climax, her palm twisted hard against Lee’s sensitive nub. Lee’s hips lifted as her clit felt afire. With her whole pussy boiling and her toes curling, Lee emitted a shriek and came in a dripping spurt into Annika’s hand. She hugged her tightly as ripples coursed from her vagina to her extremities.
Both were delirious and spent. The only thing that kept them standing was their weight pressing against the window. They drifted in their extreme bliss for long minutes. As their hearts slowed and their minds returned, they remembered where they were. Lee thought she should be more concerned about the risk of discovery in their half-clothed condition. But, she didn’t act on her concern. She preferred to have the euphoria continue and lingered in Anni’s arms, wallowing in the orgasmic aftershocks.
Through the fog of her passion, Annika was high on the post-coital physical rush. She was pleasingly surprised Lee had acquiesced to the public romp. She knew such an impulsive act was beyond Lee’s comfort zone. It evinced a special trust and intimacy that Annika treasured. She gazed into Lee’s dreamy eyes and said, “You are very special, my darling.”. She followed that with a loving kiss.
Lee was touched, “And you are devilishly irresistible. We shouldn’t push our luck, dear. I’m afraid I was noisier than I should have been. Let’s get dressed before someone kicks in the door and catches us half-dressed.” She planted a peck on her cheek and separated their bodies.
As they straightened their clothes, Anni grinned and said, “I wasn’t worried about being caught. If someone had interrupted us, I was just going to tell them it was ‘performance art’. In this show, most people would have accepted it. The worst that could have happened was I would have had to molest you with an audience.”
Lee grimaced suspecting that Annika was only half joking. Picking up her jacket, she was happy they were once again decent. Still, she was excited by the residual sexual thrum and the well-earned warm dampness in her underwear. Running her fingers through her hair, she said, “Let’s go to the Ladies Room and get cleaned up. Then, it’s time for dinner. I’m starving.”. She turned on the light and opened the door a crack. Peeking out, she saw that the closest people were 80 feet away. She swung the door open and was relieved that the music sounded loud enough to mask her earlier outburst.
Reaching into her purse for her phone, Annika said, “Not so fast, my little harlot. If I’d known ‘culture night’ was going to be this much fun, I would have insisted we’d done it sooner. I’m going to buy you that painting as a thank you.”.
“No!”
Annika held up her hand and with a discussion-ending, insistent tone said, “Yes! It will make me happy for you to have it. And, it will be a reminder of this special moment and our special attachment.”
She looked at the instructions for reaching the artist and sent an email saying she wanted to purchase the painting. Annika included her contact information.
Putting the phone away, she said, “There, it’s done. The sign says we can pick it up when the exhibit closes in three weeks.”
“Oh, Anni. Thank you, that is so sweet. I’ll treasure it like I treasure you.”. Lee reached up and gave Annika a hug and kiss. “Let’s go. I’m going to buy you a great dinner at McCormack and Schmidt’s.
Before departing, they leaned into each other in front of the picture. Annika grinned and nodded, “Yup. I’m definitely going to name this “Lee’s Flower”.