Art Appreciation

Tim saw her waiting and immediately slowed down his pace, curious to see how she acted when she didn't know she was being watched. The problem was that she was always being watched, she knew it and she loved playing up for an audience.

It was a warm summer night and Courtney had dressed exactly as instructed: light blue sundress, flats, and a sheer white cardigan. She was waiting by the main entrance to the Museum of Fine Arts, killing time until Tim arrived. Casually walking back and forth from the doors at the top of the steps to the huge statue in the middle of the front lawn. Sliding her hand slowly down the banister, dragging her foot across the top of the dandelions in the grass, resting her back against the cool stone of the statue. Back and forth, back and forth, just killing time.

Most people walking into the museum were in a rush and only glanced at her as they hurried past, but those leaving the museum were of a different mind. They had just spent hours wandering the halls looking at art, discussing the composition, the color, the meaning, and eventually zoning out and becoming numb to their surroundings. Now in the fresh warm air and the half light of dusk they were waking back up and they couldn't draw their eyes off of the girl slowly teasing them: stroking the banister as if trying to draw out a sigh of enjoyment; pointing her leg like a ballerina and flicking her foot across the top of the grass as the hem of her dress rode high on her thigh; pressing her back into the base of the statue and closing her eyes as her cardigan was pulled tight across her chest.

Tim surprised her as she was resting at the statue, pinning her arms wide, sliding his thigh between her legs and kissing her as he tried to press them both into the rock. Everyone watched the two of them as their arms relaxed and his hand slid down her back, cupping her ass through the thin fabric. She swatted his hand away, feigning embarrassment and led the way into the museum.

The ticket clerk couldn't help but stare at her bouncing chest as they approached. Tim just smiled at him as they got their tickets and entered the museum. There were lots of nooks and crannies to explore and he was eager to begin. He took Courtney's hand and led her to a large crowded gallery. They slowly wandered from painting to painting, stopping to look for a few seconds before moving on. At each painting Tim took the opportunity to rest his hand on her gorgeous behind. Slowly palming and squeezing and caressing her through the thin dress. Often there would be a crowd at the painting, they would be looking over someone's shoulder, and people behind them would be looking over their shoulder. Tim enjoyed seeing if the people behind them would focus on the old world masterpiece hanging on the wall, or on his hand lazily drawing circles on Courtney's ass. The ass always won out, no question about it.

As they wandered Tim told Courtney to remove the cardigan. She slowly did and passed it to him, leaving her dressed only in the sundress and shoes. The dress was slightly transparent and her nipples clearly stood out. However, the real treasure was that in the right light, when for instance there was a spotlight on the floor illuminating a sculpture, you could easily make out the shape of her legs and the space between her thighs where her sweet pussy hid.

The more they wandered the bolder Tim got. Soon his fingers were brushing the side of her thigh as they stood side by side idly chatting. In Courtney's mind the game was to not acknowledge anything was out of ordinary and act as if everything were normal. However, soon a young couple noticed them and began following from painting to painting. They would stand directly behind Tim and Courtney, close, but not so close, and pretend to stare at the paintings over their shoulders. The four of them knew exactly what was going on.

Next time they stopped Tim took the opportunity to slowly draw his hand across her ass, catching the hem of her dress in his pinky and slowly lifting it up. The couple was close enough behind them that both Tim and Courtney could easily hear the sigh they made as the bottom curve of her cheeks came into view. He smiled at the wall, learned over to kiss her neck, and let the dress fall back into place as he led her onto the next paining.

The couple quickly followed behind, trying not to seem obvious. This time Tim left her dress alone, simply sliding his hand up the back of her thigh and under the hem as he traced the crack of her ass with his finger. Courtney arched up on her toes as he got higher and higher. Her reaction was unmistakable, but she still said nothing.

At the next painting Tim took a different approach, simply draping his arm across her shoulder. He brushed his fingers across Courtney's nipple and slipped his fingers down the front of her shoulder and under the dress, curling his fingers around the sides of her boob and giving a soft squeeze. The couple could not see what was going on, but easily heard Courtney slowly breathe out her nose as she closed her eyes and tried to remain in control.

They lingered at this painting as Tim massaged Courtney's breast. She started to give in to the feeling and desperately wanted to turn to him and kiss. Somehow though she held out, losing focus and staring into space. Tim decided to have some fun, withdrew his hand and slowly turned towards the couple behind them. As he did so his left hand rested on Courtney's stomach, blocked from view. Tim turned toward the couple who immediately tried to look busy. He simply smiled at both of them and asked them for the time. As he did so Tim's left hand crept lower, under the hem of her dress and cupping her bare pussy. She moaned at exactly the same moment that the couple responded. Tim thanked them, let his middle finger slip between her lips and turned back to the painting. Courtney almost collapsed at the relief of finally being touched.

After a second Tim took her hand and led her into a viewing room for a modern art video project. The room was large with carpeted walls and almost no light. A black and white film played on the front wall. As soon as they entered the darkness they melted into one another. Kissing, touching, stroking. They made their way to a corner and Tim rested his back against the wall, arms circling Courtney's hips. He faced her forward and told her to watch the film.

The young couple entered the room and stood off to one side. Tim was curious if they would stay or leave. At this point it was clear that they were lusting after Courtney, enjoying her struggles. Interestingly the guy started to leave, mumbling something about how he could make a better film, but the girl held his hand and forced him to stay. She said she wanted to see the rest of the film, quickly glanced at Tim and Courtney, then back at the screen.

Tim hunched deeper into the corner and let his hands fall to the front of Courtney's thighs. Slowly he dragged them upwards, slipping his fingers around to the inside curves and forcing her legs wider apart. She bit her lip, but eagerly complied. He slipped his hand under her dress and found her sopping wet. Two fingers easily slid inside. The only problem was that the squelching was a rather obvious noise in the small room. The couple stayed and fought to give the appearance of indifference as they watched the film.

Soon Tim had the dress bunched around Courtney's waist as his right hand delved deep from behind while his left stroked her clit. She ground her ass into his groin and started to moan. Tim kissed the back of her neck and put pressure on her shoulders. Courtney didn't understand why, but soon found herself leaning forward, bent at the waist. As she heard his zipper unzip she simply closed her eyes and gave into the darkness. The young couple heard the noise as well and gave up watching the film. They turned to Courtney and Tim just as he was easing down the waist of his pants. Tim simply nodded his head in acknowledgment as he guided his cock into Courtney's pussy.

It was over fast. Courtney rocked back and forth a few times and came. This was more than enough to push Tim over the edge, he pulled out just in time and painted her ass and thighs with his hot cum. Afterward they simply held hands, walked out of the room, out of the museum, and off into the warm summer night. Tim's only regret was that he wished he could have seen the expression on the ticket clerk's face as he admired Courtney's ass walking away only to realize that there was a glistening trail of cum dripping down her legs and into her shoes.