The Woman In The Gallery.

 

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The moment I walked into the gallery I saw her… standing alone, deep in thought. She had her back towards me… deep auburn hair with dark rimmed glasses perched on top of her head as she took in the large abstract work in front of her. She wore a dark wool fitted coat which stopped above the knee. Her black trousers and heeled ankle boots added to the elegance of her appearance… understated but effortlessly feminine.

Slowly she turned. Her eyes turned towards me… had she seen me? I thought for a moment she had. She had a an intensity about her… difficult to describe, but it was clear she was deep in thought. Maybe about the art, maybe something else, was she distracted. The phone in her hand might mean she is…

She made her way through the gallery… stopping to take in what she saw. I followed, taking in every detail about her. Her coat was open and she wore a white silk blouse… a woman completely comfortable with herself. She saw me looking… our eyes met. Her face softened… was that a hint of a smile, or just a knowing look. Knowing that I was enchanted by her. She continued on her way.

She vanished… disappearing through the doors into the busy street. A brief encounter. A missed chance. I wandered amongst the artwork, not really concentrating, subdued with a distinct melancholy.

I made my way out into the street. Looking one way, then the other. I headed for a nearby bar… eager to escape the crowds. I entered the door, my eyes adjusting to the dimly lit space. I ordered a coffee and made my way to a table by the window. As I sat down, I glanced up… there she was.

Sitting at a small round table in the corner… her legs crossed, and looking at her phone in her hand. She looked up at the sound of my chair on the tiled floor as I sat down… that look again, only this time I am sure there was a smile.

Something radiated from her… it rendered her irresistible. Intensely desirable. She looked back to her phone. I was glad. It meant that I could watch her more without appearing inappropriate. Her warm chestnut coloured hair shone in the strong sunlight from the window.

She wore little makeup… a hint of rouge on her high cheekbones, and mascara around this delicious eyes. She didn’t need any at all… her skin like smooth porcelain.

The curve of her neck, slender and elegant, partly concealed by her hair. As I watched she began to remove her coat… my heart nearly stopped I swear…

As her back arched, the silk of her blouse clung to her chest like a second skin… time stood still. Her wonderful form displayed to my inquisitive eyes. The lace swirls and texture of her underwear plain to see… she knew I was watching. She knew the torture she was administering. As she draped the coat over the back of her chair she cast her eyes towards me… I looked away. She had caught me red handed.

This time I knew there was a smile… she knew she had an admirer. The hint of colour to her cheek told me she was flattered. Her eyes fell back to her phone and her slender fingers started typing.  Who was she communicating with? Her lover? Just a friend? Did she have a lover? Surely she must…

What was he like? Did he appreciate her beauty as I was now? But maybe she preferred the intimacy of other women… my mind was a mess of thoughts. Who was this enigma of a woman?

My eyes dropped to her crossed legs… everything of her was perfect to my eye. The delicious curve of the back of her thigh through her fitted trousers… where it met the chair…

Every way she moved spoke to me… but in a language which was primal in its origin. There were no words… just the unmistakable awareness of each others presence.

She knew that I was watching… the way her hand went to her neck and fondled her hair. The way she brought her fingers to her lips…

Although the bar was busy, I was oblivious to anything other than this vision before me. The thoughts which flooded my mind were intoxicating in their sensuality…

I imagined her naked… devouring her with my eyes… the sensual fullness of her breasts… My imagination running away with me. Where did her lover touch her? What did she dream of? What were her wildest fantasies? I imagined touching her most intimate parts… seeing her throw her head back as she reaches her point of no return…

A voice disturbed my thoughts… “What would you like sir?” I looked up at the waitress and apologised. I saw the woman look up and smile at me… she knew the places I had been. She knew…

Her smile was full of genuine warmth… beautiful pouting lips, and those eyes. Eyes to fall into and drown a happy man. She brought her glasses down from her head and looked down at her phone. Her smile broadened. I was truly mesmerised by her every detail. She took a sip of coffee, leaving a trace of her lipstick on the rim of the cup. Everything this woman did simply oozed with sensuality.

She had that elegance that maturity brings… a confidence in her womanliness. A woman accustomed to being looked at. Her body had a beautiful fullness… the way she dressed. A deep sensuality which a mature woman can command effortlessly… where younger women simply flounder.

I could smell her… a heady fragrance. Intoxicating… My eyes dropped to her crossed legs. Between the top of her black ankle high boots and her trouser bottom, I could glimpse a few centimetres of stocking. My imagination took over… I could feel my cheeks burn as my eyes undressed this siren before me…

The vision of this woman in my mind was overwhelming. The silk of her blouse could not conceal the beauty from my hungry eyes… where it touched her skin revealed so much. It was unbuttoned, just enough to show a hint of the voluptuous charms she possessed.

My mouth was dry… the thoughts I was having were beyond the explicit. I wanted this woman. I wanted to experience all of her… every piece of her… explore her most intimate places… taste her arousal… devour her, and not simply with my eyes. I wanted her to possess me…

I imagined standing before her… exploring her with my eyes… discovering her. Falling into her eyes. Her cheekbones flushed with the electricity flowing through our bodies… those lips slightly parted.

My eyes follow her neck down… past the delicate chain. The white silk… the flesh of her cleavage. The fullness of her breasts… your breasts. The intense sensuality… the pure femininity… you intoxicate my mind.

I see the fabric of your lingerie pressed against your blouse… the swirling lace. You slowly bring up your hands… slowly you unbutton… one by one… I feel your eyes on me… taking in the pure lust I have for you.

Gently I brush your blouse aside… you throw back your head at my touch… I hear you gasp as I delicately trace the heavy embroidery of your bra… I know you are aroused… your nipples so obvious through the material…

My finger follows the edge of the garment that encases your breasts… I feel you tremble… I know your desires. I take them in my hands… I feel their luscious heaviness… slowly my hands drop and hold your waist… following the delicious curves…

Your breathing is becoming quicker… as I drop to my knees before you.

I look up into your eyes… over your delicious smooth belly, past your lace covered breasts. ‘I want you’ I whisper… your eyes close… ‘have me…’ My fingers find the button of your trousers…

I feel your desire… as the zipper reveals… the lace that conceals. Your trousers fall… sliding to the ground over your stockings. My eyes are wide…

The delicate lace… so feminine… so intensely provocative. I run my fingers the length of your legs… the textures… from your stockings to your flesh…

I feel the heat from your most intimate place… I feel your fingers clenched in my hair… pulling me closer… I smell you… I am yours…

You press my face hard against you… there is violent urgency… the damp lace against my skin… I bury my face in you as you part your thighs…

I pull away… but only a few centimetres… I need to explore you more… my fingers touch you through the delicate lace… your swollen lips… I hear you gasp. My eyes look up at you… both your hands clutching your breasts…

I gently pull aside your panties… the moist folds of your delicious femininity… with my fingers I slowly part your lips…

‘Please….’ I hear you hiss… I do… the tip of my tongue brushes your most sensitive place. I feel your whole being quiver… one hand still grasping your breasts, the other tugging my hair in a plea for more…I devour you…

You lean back against the edge of the table… my tongue now exploring… probing your secrets… your sweet juices flow… I feel you tighten on my tongue… your velvet inner lips seducing me…

The smell of your arousal fills my nostrils as I pleasure you… I dream of this moment… your heavenly release… overcome with lust as my tongue fucks…

I gaze up at you… your breasts have spilled out from their lacy confines… your engorged nipples, thick and proud… waiting. Your juices pour… I want to drown in you…

Both your hands pulling me fiercely… your hips grinding… I feel how close you are… my tongue pressed hard against your clit… first two fingers, then three… your legs shake uncontrollably…

Your soft cries of pleasure becoming more intense as you reach that point… I know you are mine… I taste your climax… your pussy on fire as the ripples of pleasure become a tsunami…

Your hands that pulled… now pushed away… the intense sensitivity is too much… your face flushed… your beautiful breasts heaving… eyes closed, you lie back on the table.

My daydreams are awoken as I see you get up from your table in the cafe… your eyes watching me. You begin to put on your coat. The beautiful posture as you slip your arms into the sleeves… You know my thoughts… you know where I have been… and as quickly as you entered my life so briefly, you were gone…

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