I was deep into painting, listening to Coltrane, feeling the sensuous strokes of the brush slide against the hardboard picture. In some ways painting is like sex. I usually think about sex when I am making art, and try to bring out an erotic undertone in the work through color and form.
The phone rang.
"Damn, I hate it when that happens"
Unhappy with being torn from my meditation, I answer the phone rather harshly.
"Yeah, speak"
" Hi babe" The voice was soft and had a low sexy implication. It was ,Gina ,my high school lover. She was my fist love. We lost our virginity together. She was the substance of most of my sexual fantasies. I had not talked to her in a year.
My dick jumped to attention.
"Hey baby, how are you?"
"Horny..." she purred, "Tell me, am I the best lay you've ever had?"
"Oh yeah, you know it, nobody does it for me like you, I'm hard and stroking my dick right now"
"Well why don't you bring that cock up here tonight, and let's get have a reunion"
" I can be there in an hour"
So much for Coltrane and the painting.
I drove up the coast to her place. Along the way I was thinking, she must be between boyfriends. That had been our pattern for the last 10 years. She knew she could rely on me as a good ear and a good fuck. I was hard the whole drive up, thinking about her lovely face, her body, and the most fantastic pussy I had ever had in my life, I shuddered.
When she opened the door, Gina was wearing a one-piece terry cloth pant suit. It was strapless , exposing her lovely shoulders. Her little nipples got erect as I kissed her hello, and saluted through the soft cotton fabric. I automatically ran my hands down her small but firm ass; she had no underwear at all on. I stood back to take in her radiance; Gina, really had not changed much since high school. My eyes hungrily took her whole package in. The suit was just tight enough that I could see her long waist form a sensuous "V" between her legs. Her vulva was enormous for such a tiny woman, and I could see the outlines of her full lips, and just the beginning of an erect clitoris.
"I want to go to the movies" she coos. "There is an erotic film festival at the local Art Theater, we can walk."
We had a history of going to porno films together when we were much younger, so this seemed like an old treat. For a Friday night, the place was fairly slow, so we had good seats, by ourselves. Most of the films were short and really of a "R" rated fare. The one came on that was the most erotic, was two woman and a man, They were all shaved.
I slid my hand up her inner thigh, along the terrycloth, She was firm. She parted her legs slightly at my touch, inviting me to be more daring. I tickled the inside of her thigh, just below her pussy with a delicate finger. She spread her legs a bit more and I deftly moved my index finger to her clit. It was really hard and big; I rolled my finger back and forth slowly feeling the heat and moisture growing under the terry clothed mound.
She squeezed my arm whispering into my ear " I am swimming" that made me get harder myself. We watched the screen as the guy had one woman doggie style, while she ate the other woman's shaved cunt. As I softly pressed into her clit, faster and faster, she squeezed my arm harder, we both stared straight ahead, as if nothing was happening. I noticed her breasts heaving in shallow breaths, she closed her eyes and licked her lips. I moved my hand over her entire pussy
And squeezed, she gasped, it was like wringing a sponge, she was soaked. I could tell she was close, so I worked my finger over her clit, working in circles, faster and harder. She had both hands on my arm and squeezed hard, arched her back ,driving her sopping crotch into my hand, she let out a big sigh and whispered into my ear
" I just came hard, let's go"
