It had been a week since that night in his apartment. Every night before bed I would close my eyes and see him eating me out. I could hear him calling me his good girl. I didn't think he would've made such an impression on me but I found myself texting him that Saturday.
"Buy me a Vodka Martini tonight?"
He had messaged me to wear something that showed every curve and no underwear. I chose a red tight mini dress. My nipples poked through alert and I could feel my wet pussy enjoying the breeze. An erotic tingle of anticipation spread through my body as I looked outside my window waiting for his arrival. He had wanted to pick me up because he was taking me to a special "artists only" bar. I tried to act cool and collected as I walked to his car but I could feel the increasing heat between my thighs.
He pulled me into a kiss before opening my car door. "You look so hot tonight." He got into his seat and started driving. He put his hand on my thigh causing butterflies in my pussy.
"I'm glad you hit me up.... It's been way too long."
"It's only been a week," I laughed at him.
His hand started traveling up my thigh higher and higher until he softly cupped my pussy. I knew he could feel how damp I was. One of his fingers started caressing my lips teasing me until it slowly inserted.
"For just a week... you're really wet and tightly clenching my finger," he said with a smart ass smirk on his face. He took out his finger choosing to rub circles on my clit instead. My breathing became deeper and my hips squirmed against his car seat wanting more.
"More please," I whimpered. But he pulled his hand away causing me to pout at him.
"I owe you your vodka martini first." He began to park and I looked around to what looked like an abandoned street full of warehouses.
"So instead of fucking me like I want... you're dropping us off in the middle of nowhere?" I snapped sarcastically at him.
He laughed at my sexual frustration as he walked over to help me out of his car.
"First there's something you've got to see and trust I will have you screaming my name again at the end of the night." He pulled me into a deep kiss causing my annoyance to melt down.
We walked up to a black warehouse where he punched a code into a keypad causing a door to open. I followed him down some stairs where a guy was holding a list. He gave his name and the guy let us into an elevator. I studied him as the elevator traveled up. This nerdy tiny dude really had me sexually frustrated... how could I have known inside of him was a bossy freak. I glanced down at his hand... remembering how his fingers had just been inside me. I felt my pussy throb. The doors opened to a very dark bar. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a dark booth in the corner. He ordered my vodka martini as I people watched. There were art pieces scattered around the bar and there was a mini stage where a girl was drawing some very erotic sketches.
"They have live art here. You can really get inspired by whoever is up there. For example look at the curves on her sketch.... Soft strokes but bold so we can appreciate the body of her work." His hand had started tracing patterns on my thigh as he spoke.
"I think of you as art that I'm appreciating when my hands caress all over you...," he whispered into my ear. I felt a gush from my pussy. To distract myself I slammed down my Martini in one long gulp causing him to chuckle.
"I'm actually showing something tonight... inspired by you."
I felt my brow raise in wonder as I picked up the next martini the waiter placed on our table.
"It's a piece of art I painted the day after we slept together. It's hung up in the art room through those curtains over there. When you're ready we can go see my piece among the rest of the gallery."
"You didn't paint me naked did you?" I chuckled in between sips.
"Ummmm not in the way you think," he responded with a semi nervous tone in his voice.
"That tone doesn't make me concerned," I replied sarcastically. I got up grabbing his hand motioning to go see the little gallery of art.
