Art in the Back Seat My Very First Handjob
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Art In Reality Ch. 03-06 free porn video
This is part two of an ongoing story. I think/hope you could make sense of it as a stand alone submission, but I recommend you read chapters one and two first, to get a better feel for the narrative.
I hope you enjoy it.
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Chapter 3
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He stirred. She reached up and gently ran a hand through his hair. He opened his eyes and saw her propped up on one elbow alongside him. Her eyes twinkled in the half light.
‘Hello, sleepy,’ she whispered.
‘Hmmm’ is all he could manage.
His senses were dominated by the feel of her warm, soft skin pressing against him.
‘I thought I was dreaming,’ he murmured.
She broke into a broad smile, teeth flashing. She slid a hand across his abdomen to embrace him as she lowered her head onto his chest. She half heard, half felt, his heart beating slowly and firmly.
‘How did this happen?’ he asked.
‘I don’t know.’
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She gently rose away from him.
‘Hmmm,’ he complained, frowning.
‘I’m going to make breakfast,’ she said as she swept his shirt up from the floor before standing.
He quickly gazed up and down the spectacular full length of her body. Her luscious hair hung across her shoulders and down between her shoulder blades. Her spine arrowed down her back, her curvy torso swept in at the waist and then dramatically back out at the hips. Two perfect dimples shadowed her lower back. The cheeks of her bottom arched outwards, forming two perfectly smooth, tight spheres. The centre line crease of her bum led the eye down to the enticing gap between her inner thighs. Long legs of toned, slender muscle, wrapped in silky smooth skin, completed the lines of her exquisite body.
She slipped the shirt up her arms and pulled it around her torso.
‘I was enjoying that,’ he said.
She looked over her shoulder.
‘You might have another opportunity later,’ she said, ‘if you’re lucky.’
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She walked through to the kitchen, buttoning up the shirt. The light poured in through the windows suggesting it was quite late in the morning. They had both slept long and well.
In the kitchen, she took a glass off the shelf and filled it with water. She sipped slowly, contemplating breakfast.
He ambled in, wearing a pair of tight stretchy boxer shorts. She overtly ran her eyes up and down.
‘Hello,’ she purred.
He sat at the kitchen table.
‘My stomach heard a rumour there was food in the offing and nagged me to come and investigate,’ he smiled.
‘Hold tight. I just need to find some things’, she replied.
‘What are you after?’ he asked and moved to rise.
‘Stay put. I’ll manage.’
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She moved to the nearest cupboard and opened the door.
‘Hmmm, nothing interesting here,’ she commented.
She looked up and opened a higher cupboard.
‘Hmmm, nor here. But maybe behind these.’
She reached up and pushed a couple of tins about. As she stretched up, the hem of the shirt rose to reveal the lower curves of her bottom and the tantalising shadow between her inner thighs. He did not fail to notice.
‘No good. What about this one?’
She moved to a lower cupboard and opened the door.
‘Damn, I can’t see into the back.’
Angling herself carefully, she slowly bent forward at the waist, keeping her legs straight. The shirt glided up, revealing a full side view of her thighs and bum.
‘No, nothing interesting in here,’ she said as she returned to standing.
‘Maybe this one,’ she commented as she moved to another high cupboard. She rose onto tiptoes, outlining all the muscles in her calves, thighs and clenched bum. Stretching up as far as she could pulled the shirt high up her waist. He gazed from dimples to toes, and at everything in between.
‘Oh, silly me. There’s the bread bin, on the counter,’ she stated coyly, sinking back down.
She took out a loaf of bread, picked up a cutting board and knife, and placed the items on the kitchen table, in front of him. She stood on the opposite side of the table, forcing herself to lean a long way over to reach the bread.
She had left the top few buttons of the shirt undone. As she leant in, right across the table, the shirt hung forward and offered him a clear view down to her breasts, suspended below her chest. She set about cutting slices of bread. The deliberately exaggerated movement caused her bosoms, despite their firmness, to jiggle slightly from side to side.
She looked up, into his eyes, not quite managing to keep a straight face.
‘Is there anything you fancy?’ she asked.
‘There are a couple of things I fancy getting my lips around. But I’m happy to see what you come up with,’ he replied.
She failed to stifle a small giggle.
‘You’re in a mischievous mood,’ he smiled.
‘Something got into me last night,’ she grinned and span to the fridge.
She pulled a few things out. Apple juice followed by eggs, butter and cream.
‘Brrrrr. I’m getting goose pimples,’ she looked over her shoulder, ‘all over.’
She placed the bread under the grill to toast, whisked eggs and started scrambling them in a pan. He watched her every movement.
‘Oh no,’ she said, ‘I’m too hot now, slaving over this cooker.’
She had her back to him, but by the movement of her arms he could clearly tell she was unbuttoning the shirt.
She dished the eggs and toast onto plates and turned towards him at the table. She had undone all but the lowest two buttons, exposing her torso from neck to naval and revealing the inner curves of each breast. The material was pulled in only just enough to hide each of her nipples, and the buttons just about covered her groin.
‘Breakfast is served,’ she said and sat opposite him. ‘Oh I forgot the juice.’
‘I’ll get it,’ he replied and jumped to his feet before she could move.
He went to the counter and poured two glasses. Approaching her from behind, he leant over and placed a glass next to her plate. He tilted his head down and laid a gentle kiss on her neck, then quickly slid a hand down inside the shirt and squeezed one of her breasts.
She shrieked, ‘cold hands, get off!’
He jumped back, dodging her arm swinging to slap him away, and retook his seat opposite her.
‘You shouldn’t assault the waiting staff like that,’ she chided.
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They enjoyed their breakfast in silence, disturbing their eating only to smile at each other.
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‘What happens today?’ she asked, as she put her fork down.
‘What would you like?’ he asked in return. ‘Although, erm, after last night, do we need to pop to a pharmacy?’
‘Oh, no, we’re okay. I’m on birth control.’
‘Oh right, I wondered that…you don’t have any of your stuff here…’
‘I’m on the injections,’ she said. ‘One every six months.’
‘Oh I see. Well then, what would you like to do today.’
‘Well, I don’t want to go back to reality. But I’ve only got knickers from the day before yesterday.’
‘I don’t see that as a problem.’
‘Are you keeping me a slave here?’
‘Yep.’
‘I guess I have to go back to my little holiday house.’
‘Right,’ he hid his disappointment. ‘I can drive you?’
‘Oh your car,’ she suddenly remembered. ‘Is it still stuck?’
‘No, I sorted it yesterday, whilst you were painting. I called Terry. He’s over on the farm that way,’ he gestured. ‘He pulled it out and was kind enough to drop it off. It’s outside.’
‘Oh, so you can chauffeur me,’ she said brightly. ‘If you don’t mind?’
‘Of course not. Do you want to hop in the shower first?’
‘No you go first. I’ll tidy up here.’
‘No you don’t have to do that, I’ll do it.’
‘I want to. Off you go.’
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Reluctantly he left her, and headed for the bathroom. Inside he t
urned on the shower and stripped off his boxer shorts. His penis was heavy. Not erect, but engorged with blood. Having breakfast opposite a beautiful, half naked woman had made an impression. He stepped into the shower and reflected on the morning so far. The water running over his body and the thoughts running through his head quickly stimulated him to full arousal. He looked down at his erection, and thought he may well be stuck like that all day if he was spending it with Katie.
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She peaked around the bathroom door and saw Peter still in the shower. She watched the water running down his back and legs.
‘Hmmm, hello,’ she whispered.
She slipped in quietly, slid the shirt off and stepped into the shower behind him.
‘Shit!’ he jumped, as her hands slid across his stomach and her arms wrapped around him.
‘You nearly jumped out of your skin,’ Katie said laughing. ‘Were you thinking naughty thoughts?’
She slid one hand down his abdomen, brushed through his pubic hair and made contact with his penis.
‘Ooooh, you were,’ she said as she wrapped her fingers and hand around his erection, giving it a gentle squeeze.
‘Who are you and how did you get into my house?’ he asked without turning around.
‘Do I not feel familiar?’ she asked and pushed her body against his. One hand held his penis as the other slid up and down his torso.
‘Hmmmm, I think I need a look at you to double check,’ he said.
‘Well, okay, but I should warn you, having seen how easily shocked you are,’ she replied. ‘I’m naked.’
‘Okay, I’ll try not to look, much.’
He turned on the spot and blatantly looked her up and down, watching the torrents of water running down her body.
She angled her head up towards his. He tilted down slightly and kissed her lips. She leant in towards him and deepened the kiss. Her breasts bounced gently against his chest. He placed his hands on her hips, holding her firmly and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced, playing with each other, twisting and turning.
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Slowly, her hand began sliding along his erection.
He broke the kiss, leant back slightly and looked into her eyes. She looked back and smiled. His eyes rolled down her body, enjoying the shiny wetness of her skin highlighting her curves. He looked down to her hand, sliding up and down his cock. He leant in for another kiss.
She glided her free hand around his waist and grabbed one of his buttocks. She gradually sped up the rhythm of her pumping motion.
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He ran his hands upwards. They curved in around her waist, slipping easily along her wet skin. They continued upwards, gliding out around her rib cage. They brushed up along the outer edges of her breasts. He pushed them together slightly, squeezing her breasts towards each other. He extended his thumbs inwards and rubbed them across her nipples, tracing small circles around them and rubbing across them. Each nipple contracted and stiffened, reaching out for his stimulation.
He arched in and kissed her hungrily.
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She released his bottom, pulled her hand around and down to his legs. It ran up his inner thighs, then lifted his balls, cupping them in the palm of her hand. She slid her fingers behind his scrotum and used her nails, ever so gently, to stroke light scratches across his perineum. He had to stop kissing now, his body was twitching, his heart rate was increasing and his breathing was erratic. Her hand pumped his erection.
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His penis swelled harder in her hand.
‘I’m…’ he gasped ‘going…too…’
‘I want you to,’ she interrupted.
He flung his arms out to his sides, pressing hard against the walls of the shower cubicle to support himself.
She pushed her hand from the head of his cock, along the full length of his shaft and pressed into his torso, then pulled back, pulling out all the way back to the tip.
Again.
Again.
She felt his balls tense and she froze. She held perfectly still, grasping his cock in a tight grip and cupping his testicles.
He cried out as he flung his head back.
His erection bucked hard against her hand and shot a jet of cum to splatter against her tummy.
His abdomen spasmed and his buttocks clenched. He fought to keep his knees locked and standing.
His penis pulsed again, ejaculating another load of silky fluid onto her.
Now she wrapped her fingers around his sack, gently squeezed his balls, and pulled them slightly down away from his groin. Her other hand, gripping tight, pulled on his dick, then pushed back in time with his next contraction. He cried out again as the third jet of seamen was forced out with a torrent of pleasure.
She quickly pulled and then pushed back with each further pulse of orgasm, pumping the cum out of him.
His ejaculation ran down her abdomen, across her pubic mound and down her legs.
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He was spent. She released her hold on his manhood and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, pressing their bodies together. His arms slumped down and then wrapped around her torso, squeezing her tight.
They embraced as the hot water poured over them.
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‘I need a wash,’ she said eventually.
‘I need a lie down,’ he replied.
‘Out you go then.’
‘But it’s nice here.’
She relaxed her arms from around him and put her hands on his chest. He refused to slacken his grip on her.
‘Off you go,’ she said.
‘But it’s cold out there.’
‘You’ll have to give yourself a good rub.’
‘You’ve already done that.’
‘You’ll have to have a go yourself.’
‘I couldn’t do it as well as you.’
‘This shower ain’t big enough for the both of us.’
‘We’ll just have to stay close.’ He pulled her tighter against himself.
‘I’ll turn the shower to cold. Icy.’ She reached round to the controls behind him.
‘You wouldn’t dare.’
‘Try me.’
‘You can’t avoid the water. I’d drag you in with me.’
‘I bet I last longer than you.’
‘You wouldn’t dare.’
‘You’d shrivel up and be all embarrassed.’
‘Your nipples would pucker up and…’
‘Less of your dirty thoughts please, I’m a good girl.’
He raised his eyebrows questioningly.
‘Five. Four. Three.’ She wiggled her little finger in front of him.
‘Okay, okay,’ he released his hold on her. ‘I will have my revenge.’
He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel off the rail. As he dried himself he watched her through the glass of the shower cubicle.
She dipped her head fully under the shower to soak her hair. The water cascaded down her body. She squirted a large measure of creamy white shower gel into her hand and then began to rub it into her hair. The mixture foamed up, the excess started to run down her neck and shoulders. She positioned herself out of the flow of the water. Having her arms raised up to reach her hair had lifted her breasts high, making them appear even firmer and more prominent.
Her hands then worked their way down across her body, spreading shiny, creamy soap across her skin. She rubbed her neck and shoulders, along the length of her arms, around her chest and abdomen and circled around her tummy. She turned her back to him and reached for more soap. Her hands reached round behind her and rubbed the soap into her bottom. She squeezed each cheek as she circled her hands across the tight flesh. Then she rolled forward at the hip, bending down as she ran her hands around her thighs. Her bottom pushed up against the glass door of the shower as she continued down. She reached out to her calves, pushing more of her rear against the door. As she bent over further, the lips of her labia pressed against the glass. She shuddered slightly at the cold, but enjoyed the contrasting sensation. Doubled over, she worked the soap up and down each leg.
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He stood, open mouthed. Watching her through the glass, his erection sprang up. So close and yet untouchable. His cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat.
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She rose back up. Standing straight, she squeezed more soap into her hand. She turned to face him, lifting the hand to her neck and pressing the soap to her skin. She spread it out across her collar bones, across her chest, across her breasts. Each of her hands then circled, lifted, rubbed and squeezed her perfect tits. She closed her eyes. Her hands massaged each bosom. Her fingers lingered, tickling and pinching each erect nipple.
One hand then glided down across her abdomen, leaving a trail of creamy soap. It circled briefly around her tummy button and then pushed down, combing through her pubic hair. The hand slid between her legs.
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He could not see the activity of the hand in detail, but he could see it moving. It rocked slowly forwards and backwards. It rippled like the water running down around it. Despite his recent orgasm, his penis was rock hard again, straining for attention.
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One of her hands massaged her breasts, alternating between the two. The other hand rubbed between her legs.
She stopped. Reached out and turned the water off. Stepped out of the shower.
She leant in close to him, reached behind and pulled a towel off the rail. Her tummy came within an inch of touching his erection, sticking out from his body, but she was careful that it did not. She planted a quick, small kiss on his cheek, wrapped the towel around herself and walked calmly out of the bathroom.
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Chapter Four
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She sat on the sofa, having borrowed another shirt from his wardrobe and put her jeans and jumper over the top. She was combing her fingers through her damp hair.
‘Do you want a comb?’ he asked from the doorway.
She looked round. ‘No, I’ll go with the scruffy just out of bed look today.’
He smiled and padded off to the bedroom to get dressed.
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‘Are you talking to yourself?’ he called from the bedroom.
He stuck his head round the door and saw her talking on her mobile. He quietly moved to sit on the sofa next to her.
‘What? Really?’ she exclaimed. She jumped to her feet and paced around the room.
‘When?’ She paused. ‘Yes, okay. Yes. Right. Thanks.’ She slid the phone into her pocket.
‘Everything alright?’ Peter asked.
She turned slowly to him. A huge grin erupted on her face as she leapt onto his lap, straddling him and pulling him into a tight hug.
‘What’s going on?’ he smiled.
She pulled back, sitting on his lap with her hands braced on his shoulders.
‘That was my agent, in London, he’s landed me a meeting with Lancour, not the gallery, Lancour himself, he wants to meet me, Lancour, in person.’ She was flushed with excitement.
‘Lancour of the Lancour Gallery I presume?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ she squeaked and threw her arms back around him, hugging him tight again.
‘Brilliant. When?’ he asked.
‘Tomorrow.’ She sat back up suddenly. ‘Oh, tomorrow.’ The smile faded from her lips, ‘I’ll have to leave today.’
‘Right. Well no time like the present, I guess.’
‘He’s only in London today and tomorrow,’ she whispered.
He could see the torment written plainly across her face.
‘You can visit me again, whenever you like. I’d like you to,’ he said.
‘You don’t mind?’ she asked.
‘Of course not. This is a great opportunity. Even I’ve heard of Lancour and I’m an ignorant peasant of the art world.’
‘No you’re not. There’s good work hanging on these walls.’
They looked into each other’s eyes. Both struggling with joy and sadness.
‘Come with me,’ Katie suddenly said.
‘Okay.’
‘What?’
‘Okay’
‘You’re coming with me?’
‘If you want me to.’
‘To London. With me?’
‘If you want me to.’
‘You can stay with me.’
‘Is that an invitation?’
‘Yes.’
‘Then I would be most pleased to accept.’
She leapt up and span in circles on the spot, dancing like a child. She threw herself back onto his lap and flung her arms around him.
‘But your work?’ she asked, arching back to look at him again.
‘It’ll wait.’
‘London’s a long way.’
‘I have written a book on geography. You can chauffeur me.’
She squeaked out a giggle and pushed a hard, overexcited kiss onto his lips.
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Chapter Five
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‘Welcome to my humble abode’ Katie declared as she swung open the door and switched on the lights.
Peter stepped in a cast his eyes over the converted Victorian warehouse.
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Katie lived in an open plan apartment. The large floor area was dominated by a working area, filled with canvases and painting paraphernalia. There was a kitchen and small sitting area to one side and a door leading to a bathroom. A stunning wrought iron spiral staircase wound up to a mezzanine level bedroom that overlooked the whole space. Huge windows spanned one entire wall. Through them, the city lights twinkled in the dark.
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