maxi

better late than never
Part 7 PussyCat Tails...................

Feb21st, 2003
Art Museum

As Im at my first photo class of the season they pass out free passes for a tour to the Art museum, and the first thing that pops into my now calculating mind is how I can use this opportunity to meet him there and be naughty. I ask him if he would like to join me on that rainy Friday night. He said, I would love to go with you. He keeps calling me a minx, and I love the thought of being bad with him. He is so frantic on the phone looking for a parking spot. He wants to give up, and leave me there; I ask him if he wants me to ride in the car while He circles the lot, just then he gets lucky,
I give him directions to what wing I am at and where to find me. It feels so long ago that we have been in each others company I cant wait to touch him and smell him. I feel my desire start to spin out of control, and he cant get here soon enough, its worse that waiting to open Christmas gifts.
He saunters in around the corner. He walks so sexy it reminds me of Jim Morrison or Michael Hutchins from INXS. I am looking at art on the wall and he
walks behind me and past me w/ subtle eye contact. I am so excited to see him but I play his game. We browse art and we say nothing, the tension is the sexiest thing yet. We walk down the corridor to a bench and sit and lightly touch & tease each others lips, w/ out touching. My tour walks past us and we look down as if we are hiding our face. Walking into the room of armored night helmets and swords he comes up behind be and grabs me between my legs and the other hand on one breast and squeezes firm but not painful, and kisses me on my neck, I am instantly turned on and now I am like a cat in heat, nothing will penetrate my mind that has anything to do w/ reality. To me we are the only ones in the museum and I dont have a care in the world. I just want to be w/ him and follow my libido, the next room has a tall wall and behind it is nothing and its a bit dim back there, we are pressed up against it kissing like its the last kiss, he pushes me away and tries to shake me out of my current state of mind, then the next room filled w/ paintings on the wall. I am doing everything I can think of to seduce him. He kisses me hard and leaves me again. Finally we leave and its sleeting rain outside, we are against the columns of the museum and he is leaning against it while I am kissing him while standing on the tips of my toes. Finally we are face to face, he keeps tracing the line of my waist and pants, making me hotter, I undo my belt and unbutton my pants and he slips his hand down the front under my panties, feeling how shaved I am and rubs against my clit and inserts one finger into my already sopping wet hot pulsating pussy. Its all I can do but moan once and breath into his jacket, he stops himself, I feel embarrassed at my wetness.
He is now across from me out of breath as well and says he needs a cigarette. We go to his car and recline my seat, and I am lost in my own ecstasy and I pull my pants down to my ankles, he slips his cold hand down my panties and he is rubbing my clit, while I feel him checking me out. He keeps saying I cant believe I have a married woman in her underwear in my car seat. I feel so hot I just want to suck on his cock, but he wont let me. I even beg a little. I just want to feel it and see it and taste it. He wont budge. I am forced to cool down. All pent up again. I dont want to go home. I want to stay in his arms all night and forever. To say the least I am very confused now.