I've never been a very modest man. You could actually classify me as full-blown voyeur, a peeping tom. I have the added infliction of enjoying removing my clothing when people don't exactly expect it. It only took a couple of visits to the local holding cell for me to realize that this was one urge I would keep suppressed. I used to be married as well. One of my best memories of time with the Old Fossil (we had such dear names for each other) was a trip we took to Paris together in the early 80s. All the fashion houses were coming out with their wacky undergarments, and the Fossil and I strolled down the Rue Sous-le-Bois, she admiring the lacy curtains in the windows and I the lacy brassieres and corsets of the nubile frenchwomen inside the curtained establishments.
We had no children. My wife saw the way I admired the young curves on the schoolgirls that walked home along our street. She didn't understand that I was in my peak; I was still not that much older than the high school kids. When we married, I was 22 and she was 31. She had a home and had been in the same job for almost 8 years. I was still eating Cheetos and playing Atari on my days off. Anyhow, we married in '79 and divorced in '89. It's now '99 and I've had plenty of time to develop my penchant for unsuspecting subjects. The other day I hit upon my personal mecca.
I had been invited to some gallery opening at the local museum for a travelling Monet exhibit. Lots of posh people stood around sipping champagne and exclaiming about the divine this and the gorgeous that and those lovely, darling little whatevers. I blindly circled the rooms, looking through the paintings and guzzling the Moet. In one of the last rooms a woman in red caught my eye. What a cliche, but she radiated. I was probably 20 feet away, watching the back of her head as she animatedly told the group of men she was in the midst of some titilating story. Her hands helped weave the tale, her drink almost spilling out a half dozen times. How long did I stand there watching her? She threw her head back and the most addictive peal of sultry laughter rang through the room. I felt the corners of my mouth curl up in a smile, which I quickly hid behind my glass.
I didn't want to just stand there like an ass, but I didn't want to move on to the next room without any direct contact with this woman. "Tess," I heard. One of the men surrounding the woman was talking to her. Tess? The curator of the exhibit's name was Tess...
I decided that it was better to look like a fool and satisfy my need to see this woman up close than to just walk away. I straightened my jacket and walked over, quietly joining the group of men. They were talking about the antics of one of the security guards from a past exhibit. So these guys were employees of the museum.
"You're the curator of the exhibit, are you not?" I figured No was the worst possible answer.
"Yes, I am!" She looked slightly surprised as she held her hand out to me. What I touched was as soft as satin, long fingers with the tips painted off-white, perfectly groomed. "Tess Christianson, and you are...?" I could tell she was trying to figure out where I might know her from. I introduced myself and told her I had heard one of the guys say her name and I had seen it listed in the program.
"So you were eavesdropping on our conversation," she said with a wry smile. She had wicked green eyes that sparkled and danced in the light. "No matter, we don't mind another addition to the group, do we boys?" The guys kind of uniformly guffawed and shook their heads. The Group? My mind is so permanently fused into the gutter, all I could think was...gang bang? Duh, these are civilized people...on with the boring banter.
I stood and listened for awhile as Tess explained that the Louvre had given her a hard time about a couple of the pieces. They had borrowed four total from that particular museum, but the French officials had demanded they take out four times as much insurance on them as for any of the rest from other museums. I watched the movement of her lips as she spoke, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the way the material clung to her fabulous shape, the slope that led to the cleft between her legs... this woman was perfect. Probably a size 10, 5'9" or so, long auburn hair, the aforementioned green eyes, and large breasts that were pushed up and together by her dress to form a deep cleavage.
"Don't you think so?" What? Shit, she's looking right at me. I had no clue what had been said, or what SHOULD be said now.
"Probably, but I think it's all a matter of personal opinion." Please get me off the hook here, damn! She smiled and nodded in agreement, so I suppose I passed. I looked down at my watch and realized that it was almost time for things to be winding down.
"Need to be getting somewhere?" This woman caught me on everything..
"Not particularly, but people are leaving, and I don't want to keep you from museum buiness.."
She looked at the other men and laughed. "Museum business. Such a formal way to say it." She turned back to me and continued, "The museum will be open for awhile to the people already inside, not that I expect many to stay. We've gotten a lot of new things in the permanent exhibits, and if you wanted more time to check out the Monets without hundreds of people mulling around you, this is the time. Besides, it's nice in here without other people. You can hear a pin drop though. Echoey." She was looking at me with an expression of lust, I swear. It made no sense, but it was there. So I had to decide what to do. I felt like I would do anything to continue to be around her, but the idea of walking around looking at paintings was kind of boring. Also, I was beginning to think that these guys were permanently attached to her side.
"Why not? I haven't been here since last year; I'll check out the lower floors on my way out."
"Good. And please feel free to wander around up here, too. I'll be here for awhile.." She shook my hand as she said that, and I took a step closer to her.
"What about your friends here?" I asked in a lower voice. She looked unwaveringly into my eyes for several seconds, and just as I was feeling completly unsure of myself, the corner of her mouth turned up a bit in a grin.
"Don't worry about them. They'll probably leave as soon as I'll let them out of here."
We exchanged formalities and I waved at the group of guys. "Nice meeting you all." And have a safe and swift trip out of here, I thought. I walked out into the main reception area and was surprised at how few people were left. I didn't think I had been in the exhibit that long, but there were only 5 or 6 people still standing around, and half of them were waiting for the elevator down. I walked down the winding ramp to the third floor exhibit, deciding to waste some time before I went back up to see if Tess was alone.
The huge glass dome over the museum allowed for a beautiful view of the night sky. There were no clouds and some stars could actually be seen. That's such a rarity, being in a huge city. Tess was right about things echoing... I could still hear strains of her voice behind a wall and a floor up. I figured it would be helpful in gauging when everyone else was gone.
The quietness was giving me little shivers. I walked through the exhibit slowly, hearing my footsteps on the floor, the wood creaking slightly under my weight. I was getting turned on by the fact that I was in a public place but there was no one else around. My cock began to harden as I thought about Tess upstairs, seeing the rest of the people out, waiting for me to come back up and fuck her senseless....
I was standing in front of a case of gems when I heard Tess's laughter echo down again. They were still there, apparently. I reached down and ran my hand slowly over the growing bulge behind my zipper. Fuck it. Maybe I'd just masturbate and go home. I could hear the blood pumping in my veins, it was so quiet. I walked around slowly and unzipped my pants, freeing my now mostly-erect penis. I'm fairly long, about 7 inches, but the width is what's surprising. When I'm completely hard, I can't get my whole hand around my erection. I leaned back against the wall, running my hand along the shaft. I held it at the base and shook it a little, watching it continue to expand. The head was shiny now, straining against my skin. A few veins were visible on the shaft as I ran my fingertips over it, savoring the little shocks it gave me. I formed a tunnel with my hands and pumped in and out slowly, thinking about Tess, bound and bent before me, pussy shining with moisture, open to whatever I was up to giving her.
As much as I was enjoying that, though, I was kind of annoyed that she was still not alone. I decided to just put myself back in my pants, go upstairs, say goodnight, and make my way home. As I walked up the ramp I didn't see anyone in the reception area. I heard a female voice murmuring something inside the exhibit as I walked around the barriers and entered the gallery. Some of the lights had been dimmed, creating a very sultry atmosphere. There were huge velvet curtains at the entranceways to each room. There were benches scattered throughout.
I heard what sounded like a moan from a few rooms away. What the hell? I decided to take off my shoes so that I could see what was going on before deciding whether to walk in on it.
What I came around the corner to caused my jaw to drop. Tess was standing next to one of the benches, one leg up, dress hitched up, pussy exposed. Her fingers were slowly moving between her vulva and she was staring intently into the eyes of one of the guys from before, who was standing watching her with an enormous hard-on straining in his pants. Two more guys were standing with their backs to me, grinning but silent, watching the whole thing.
Tess let out another low moan and shifted her hips so that everyone got a better view of what she was doing.
"Yeah, baby.." The blond guy in front of her pressed his cock back from his zipper, squeezing the head, eyes now locked on Tess's hand.
"Take your cock out for me," she breathed, and I almost obeyed. Of course she wasn't talking to me. He did as requested, uncovering a very admirable member. "Squeeze it for me, I want to see some pre-cum on you." Damn, she was dirty!
I had found a comfortable position to stand in where I could get some friction on my groin from one of the barriers. I was rubbing my cock hard, watching Tess as her fingers delved into her pussy, then came out and circled her very visible clitoris.
She took her leg down and straddled the bench edge, rubbing herself on it. She closed her eyes and her head swayed back and forth with the movement. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and sat back, spreading her legs wide. "Come over here in front of me, I want to see your dick up close." The blond guy did as she told immediately, still pulling on himself. "You like my pussy, don't you?" she smiled wickedly up at him. "You've got me all hot and wet, I'm about to cum, but you know what?" He shook his head, and I could see his arm moving a little faster as he jerked himself off. The other two guys were sitting completely still, boners visible through their pants, staring riveted at the scene in front of them. I didn't see how they could stand it. I was about to cum all over myself and I didn't have as clear a view as they did. "I want you to cum all over my pussy before I have my orgasm. You want to do that?" Some weird garbled sound came out of his mouth and he started nodding frantically, his arm going faster than ever, his hips starting to buck. Tess reached down and spread her lips wide, exposing her now-flushed pussy. She undulated her hips a bit and her breathing got a little louder. "Your cock is so beautiful, I'll bet you've got a lot of cum saved up for me, don't you?" The boy sounded like he was practically crying by now. "I've wanted to see you like this for so long, now you're right in my face, about to cum all over my pussy...you make me so fucking hot...you know I'm going to fuck you once you've shot your load all over me...give it to me..." He lowered his hips and with a few final thrusts the first rope of semen pulsed out of him and hit her directly in the clit. "Oh, sweetie..." Tess started writhing and moaning as he continued to cover her in his seed. He collapsed back on the bench after a few seconds, and she ran her finger through her dripping pussy and smiled at him. "Was that good?" All he could do was nod.
They sat there for about a minute, not saying anything. The two other guys began to relax a bit. They still had not so much as even touched themselves during the whole fiasco. I was feeling a definite need to cum but decided to wait and see what happened next.
"Troy, you and Jeff come over here." so they DID have names...The two guys that had been on the sidelines got up and walked over to Tess. They stood there awkwardly for a second before she had the other guy get up. She stood up as well and told them to sit down on the bench, facing each other with one leg on either side of the thing. As they were situating she stripped her dress off to reveal the most perfect body I have ever seen. Her breasts were huge, bigger than they had seemed in the dress, but they were still quite firm. Her nipples were so small I could barely see them, and she had a small tattoo at the bottom of her spine.
Tess threw her leg over the bench and faced the one I assumed to be Jeff. She kissed him deeply and reached down to his lap. "You showed such amazing restraint.." she smiled at him as she undid the zipper on his pants. She pulled out his hardening cock and ran her hand up and down its length. Troy reached around her and massaged her breasts, tweaking the nipples. She started pulling slowly on Jeff's dick, running her hand over the head and reaching under to play with his balls. He leaned back on his hands and Tess reached forward and took his left nipple in her mouth. His back arched and he let out a low groan.
My need to orgasm was almost painful by this point. I unzipped my pants and let my cock rub against the cold metal of the pole I was leaning against, drawing a quick breath in at the shock. I grabbed a handful of the velvet curtain I was standing behind and wrapped it around myself, creating a tight hole to thrust into. It felt almost better than the real thing, and I had to go slowly to keep from cumming too soon. There was obviously another show just starting.
Tess was licking down Jeff's chest and had her ass up in the air by now. Troy had scooted back and was now face-to-face with her cunt. He was pushing a couple of fingers slowly in and out, and I could hear the suction it was creating. Tess's mouth reached Jeff's dick and she started sucking hungrily at it, circling the head with her tongue and then taking the whole thing into her throat. Jeff was holding her hair back from her face, watching himself disappear in her mouth, his hips pushing up slightly to match her downward movements. Troy took a wet finger and traced a trail up to her ass, where he slowly worked his finger in to the second knuckle. Tess moaned on Jeff's cock and pushed back a little, wanting more. Troy moved his finger in and out of her ass as he leaned forward and began to suck on her clit. Her legs were shaking as she continued to bob up and down on Jeff while getting eaten out and fingered from behind by Troy.
She suddenly lifted her head and told Troy to stop. Her hand was still massaging Jeff's balls, but she was sitting up and reaching behind her to unbuttom Troy's pants.
She pulled him from his boxers and began jerking him off with her left hand as she left Jeff and started rubbing her clit with her right hand. "I need to get fucked NOW," she exclaimed. The blond boy she had started with was sitting on the floor, and up until now he had been watching quietly, if somewhat calmly. I could see he was getting excited again, his hand moving in his lap.
Tess licked her hand and spread the saliva on Jeff's cock. He leaned back as she mounted him, easing down slowly at first, then pounding away at him once positioned. Her vigorous motions were causing an intense wet sound. Jeff was going nuts trying to stay quiet and she was grunting and huffing and moaning away, still rubbing her clit with one hand and balancing on Jeff's shoulder with the other. I closed my eyes and listened to them, imagined it was me impaling her gorgeous pussy on my shaft, me pumping my rod into her cunt, me feeling her tits bouncing and rubbing my chest as she rode me. It took all my reserve but I did not make a noise as I came. My cock shuddered out what felt like a gallon of semen into the curtain, and I stood there, mouth hanging open, unmoving, for at least a minute after orgasming. Sudden quiet broke me of my reverie and I opened my eyes.
Jeff was still buried inside Tess, and Troy was now running his tongue over her ass, alternating between that and pushing a finger deep inside her hole. He took the finger out and pressed two in, turning it around, massaging her so that the muscle would relax. "Mmmm, now baby," she said. He stood up behind her and slathered some saliva onto the head of his prick. He moved in close and put the head of his dick against her ass. As he pressed in she drew a sharp breath, then let it out slowly. He was in! I had never seen anything like this except in pornos and magazines. I suppose I didn't really figure it happened. Jeff was sweating, starting to move inside of Tess again before Troy was all the way in. Troy pushed a little farther, withdrew, then sank in a little deeper. It took about a minute before he was all the way in. "Now fuck me," Tess whispered hoarsely, moving her hips to get the guys going.
Jeff grabbed her hips and pushed up as Troy pulled back. "I can feel you in her man," he whispered. Troy slowly slid all the way back in and Tess cried out. "No, no, you didn't hurt me, don't get out," she said when Troy asked if it was ok. Troy stayed in her as Jeff pulled back, then plunged deep in her again. The look on Tess's face was one of pure ecstasy. I think the girl was having a constant orgasm with these two guys fucking her at the same time. The blond on the floor was pretty much forgotten, but he had unzipped his pants and was masturbating furiously.
Troy was pumping in and out of Tess's ass, balls slapping those of Jeff, and with each inward stroke from either, Tess whimpered and asked for more, harder. Jeff and Troy got a rhythm going at the same time, so as one was entering, one was pulling out. All three were sweating and writhing and crying out in pleasure. Troy increased his speed and Tess told him to cum on her ass. He pulled out and shot a small amount on her ass as she continued to ride Jeff, sitting more upright now, fingering her clit again. Jeff's cock was almost purple and he was obviously trying to hold back his orgasm as much as possible.
"I want you to cum inside me Jeff," Tess panted. She started grinding down on his prick, pulling up slowly and slapping back down, gripping him with her muscles, tormenting the orgasm out of him. He grabbed her around the middle and practically sat up, slammed into her 4 or 5 times, then released his load inside of her, exhausted.
As they uncoupled I padded back out the front entrance and put my shoes on. I didn't hear any noise as I made my way down the three floors to the exit, so they must have been resting up. The memory of that evening has fueled many orgasms for me. Needless to say this was one of the best exhibit openings I've ever been to. Thankfully Tess is a new curator and will probably be hosting lots of other exhibits in the future.