Gallery Opening

It wasn’t like her. Jan had never come onto a man so strongly based solely on his appearance – until the night of the gallery opening.

She was there to support her friend, Roland. His art was being premiered at one of the top art galleries in New York. She was very excited for him and loved looking at his art, but after three hours, she was ready to go home. New admirers surrounded Roland and Jan didn’t think she would have the chance to speak to him at all.

It was nearly 8:00 when she saw him. He was tall, dark-haired and had a chin that would make Superman jealous. He appeared to be alone and he was checking out several of the lovely women that passed by him, meaning he was straight, or at least bi.

Jan felt a rush of lust course through her and she actually hiccupped in surprise. The last time she had felt like this it had been for Roland, only to find out three hours later that he was very gay – although he hadn’t refused the blowjob she had offered in his dorm room.

She looked down at herself and thought that she looked presentable enough to make a pass at him, flirt a little – make sure he did more with women than stick his dick in their face.

Jan started walking towards him slowly, pausing to look at each painting as she did, as if making her way through the artwork. From the corner of her eye, she saw that he was also looking at the art, moving her way.

When he stopped, slightly turned away from her to look at a portrait that towered over him, Jan subtly backed into him.

“Oh, excuse me!” Jan said, turning to face him. “I’m afraid I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“No problem,” he said with a soft smile. Jan inwardly squealed with delight when his eyes dipped to her cleavage for just a second before returning to her eyes. “I guess it’s easy to be clumsy when everyone is looking up.”

“Or walking backwards,” Jan said. “Roland never was one for subtlety,” she said, looking up at the 10-foot portrait of Fred Astaire.

“You know the artist?” the man asked, looking impressed.

“We went to college together,” Jan said. “We’ve been friends for years.”

“You couldn’t perhaps introduce me, could you?” he asked, and Jan’s confidence slipped a notch.

“Um, sure, I suppose. Although it might be difficult to do so before midnight,” she said, looking toward the throng surrounding the illustrious artist.

“I see what you mean,” he said, following Jan’s gaze. “I suppose I can wait,” he said, looking back at Jan. “I work for Artist Monthly Magazine and would like to interview him.”

“Then I will definitely introduce you,” Jan said. “That’s his favorite magazine and he’s been dying to be mentioned in it for years.”

“Glad to hear that,” the man said. “Makes my job a bit easier. Some artists have no desire to sink to publicity.”

“Roland will sink to pretty much anything,” Jan said before thinking, then blushed. “I mean, he’s a good man, just – well…Gee, I just stuck my foot in it, didn’t I?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a grin. “I think I know what you meant.”

Jan smiled in gratitude.

“Hey, you want to catch a cup of coffee and then come back later to see if he’s less busy?”

“That would be very nice,” Jan said.

“Great. Let’s go…” he trailed off, waiting for her reply.

“Jan,” she supplied. “Jan Hawkins.”

“I’m Ted Weaver.”

“Nice to meet you Ted.”

“And you, Jan. Let’s quit this crazy pop-stand and find some caffeine.”

“Sounds good. Lead the way.”

- – - – -

“There’s a coffee stand just down the block,” Ted said as they stepped out of the gallery. He glanced down at her feet and said, “I hope you don’t mind walking in those heels.”

“Actually,” Jan said, feeling her heart race at what she was about to do, “I would rather not.”

“Oh, well,” he said, stopping, obviously flustered. “I guess-“

“What I’d really like to do,” she said, stepping closer to him – he did not move away – “is to hail a cab and go somewhere more private, more…intimate.”

“Really?” he said, his voice cracking. He blushed just a bit and smiled. He quickly composed himself and reached out to move his arms about her waist and pull her closer. Jan moved her arms up and around his neck and almost sighed aloud when her breasts pressed against his firm chest.

“Really,” she whispered, just before his lips were on hers. She moaned softly as they began to kiss. His tongue nudged her lips and moved into her mouth, but not in an overeager manner. They remained entwined for a long moment and when their lips parted, Jan felt very dizzy.

“Wow,” she said, a little breathless.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his eyes moving over her bosom once more, full of candid sexual hunger.

“Is there anywhere close?” she asked, looking around them.

“Actually, there is,” he said, pulling away from her. He grasped her hand and pulled her back into the gallery. She said nothing as he led her towards the back. He obviously knew where he was going.

He opened a door marked ‘Employees Only’ and they moved through, shutting the door behind them.

“Should we be in here?” Jan asked, still following him.

“I knew the previous owners,” he explained. “Friends of my parents. There used to be a studio back here. Ah, there it is.”

He pulled her through another door and shut it behind them, pushing the button lock. Jan looked around the small space, spotting a large couch that was obviously new and a coffee table.

“Perfect,” he said, wrapping his arms about her waist. She squeaked as he picked her up and squeaked again when he pushed her down onto the couch. She only moaned when he kissed her, lying on top of her.

His lips left hers and moved immediately to her chest. His hands grasped both of her breasts and squeezed gently as he ran his tongue between them. He continued to kiss her mounds as his hands moved up to pull the spaghetti straps down her arms.

She helped him pull her arms through and he pulled her gown down revealing her breasts. She smiled as he moaned deeply, then gasped when he moved his mouth onto a nipple and began licking and sucking while his fingers pressed against her second nipple.

“Oh Ted,” she whispered. “You’re making me so wet.”

“I’m harder than a steel girder,” he said in reply, around her nipple.

“Ooh, show me,” she whispered.

He stood and began to undo his belt buckle. Jan watched him lower his pants as she hiked up the skirt of her gown. She was so glad she had opted not to wear hose this evening. She began to slide her panties down her legs when he dropped his shorts.

She sat up and before he could say anything, grasped him by the base of his cock. He was hard and pulsing and Jan urged him forward. He gave no resistance and moaned when her tongue pressed underneath the head and began swirling around him.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered, when her lips enclosed around him. “Suck me, Jan. Suck my cock.”

Jan bobbed, wrapping her tongue around him. She moaned, feeling his hard flesh pass between her soft lips and she moved her hands to his hips. A part of her wanted nothing more than to continue to use her mouth on him, to prolong the sensation of having his firm erection on her tongue but the rest of her body wanted something else. She pulled off him after only a few thrusts and looked up.

“I want you to fuck me, Ted.”

“Spread those beautiful legs then, Jan,” he said. She let go of his cock and lay back down on the couch. She lifted one leg to hook it over the back of the couch and let the other leg fall open, moving her foot onto the floor.

Ted ripped open a condom wrapper, sheathed himself in one swift move and then moved himself on top of her again.

Jan opened her mouth as his cock pushed into her and she moaned deep in her throat when he began thrusting. “Oh god yes,” she rasped, already breathless. “Yes, please. Please fuck me.”

“You better believe it,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Jan looked down and watched him move in and out of her again and again, moving faster with each passing moment. He was soon panting and Jan couldn’t stop the cries that were escaping her throat.

“Jesus, Jan, I’m about to come.”

“Then come, Ted. Come while you’re fucking me – fucking me so hard that my pussy will never feel the same again. Come on, Ted. Fuck me some more. Show my pussy what a real dick is like – it’s been so long since she’s had a good one.”

“Keep talking like that,” he barely breathed. “I’m going to fuck this pussy all night if you’ll let me.”

“After we talk to Roland, we’ll find a nice hotel,” she said, although talking was becoming harder by the second. “And I’ll ride that fat cock of yours until dawn. Oh god. Yes, Ted, yes!”

“Here it comes,” he moaned, moving even faster. “Here it-“

The rest of his words were unintelligible as he yelled in climax, ramming even harder into her. Jan contracted her pussy around him, causing him to cry out again and shudder several more times before his body finally relaxed.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily against her neck. Jan moved both legs around him, holding his cock inside her as long as possible.

After a long moment of silence, Ted, muffled by her neck, said, “Were you serious?”

“About what?”

“Spending the night with me.”

“Yes. I was serious.”

“Good,” he said. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone as sexy as you.”

“Why thank you,” she said. “The feeling is quite mutual.”

He pulled back and looked down at her. “I don’t suppose you could introduce me to Roland, say, tomorrow?”

“Yes, why?”

“I want to get out of here right now, find that bed, and fuck you until I’m all fucked out.”

“Sounds like a plan Ted.”