For the next couple of days I couldn't help but think about Eddy, even when my boyfriend was on top of me. It had been a while since Dwayne had properly scratched my itch, and with everything that had happened with Eddy lately I was walking around pretty fucking horny. Our romantic dinner, how I had sucked him off like an eager high school girl and how I had let him feel me up. Even how he had cum on the museum carpet right in front of me, twice.
Tuesday came not a moment too soon. I walked into the museum around 5:55pm, a couple of minutes before closing time. As most visitors were already leaving, I made my way towards the Renoir exhibit, where I ran into Eddy.
"Stick around, I wanna show you something!" he whispered.
I didn't reply as I figured it was pretty obvious how horny and eager I was.
After closing up, he came and found me, and said, "You ready? Come with me."
Curious, I followed him as he led me to the end of one of the main corridors. I wondered what on Earth was so special about it that he wanted to show me.
"Not only is this the longest corridor of the museum, with a whopping 147 meters, but it is also the only one in Italian marble; all the others have either carpet or linoleum," he said, starting to sound like a tourist guide.
Still not having a clue where he was going with this, he suddenly put his hands on my shoulders and gently turned me around to face him.
"The cleaning crew polished it yesterday evening, so it should be perfect for what I have in mind," he whispered. He gently pushed me down, guiding me onto my back. Then he whipped out his cock with his left hand and reached under my skirt with his right, pulling my panties aside and leaning forward, stuffing his hard cock into my soaking wet twat.
"Oh fuck," I gasped as I felt his thick, throbbing cock entering me.
He then leaned forwards, placed his hands next to my head and delivered the first thrust. I moaned as I felt myself sliding up several inches.
He repositioned his hands and then pulled the rest of his and my body along with them, whispering, "Let's see if I can you make you cum before we reach the end of the corridor!"
As he gave me another couple of thrusts, I moaned and groaned as I finally realized what he was doing and why he had picked this particular corridor. Eddy thrusted, repositioned himself, thrusted, and repositioned himself over and over again. As his speed and power steadily increased, we began to cover quite some distance. After only a minute, I noticed us sliding by the first hall. Our clothes were providing the perfect amount of friction, allowing us to slide down the corridor with an amazing speed. This was without a doubt the craziest, most original, and most vulgar thing I had ever done.
Eddy's cock felt amazing in my hot twat and the circumstances were so arousing that he made me cum and scream before we reached the halfway point. Yet Eddy kept plowing away and continued fucking me, making me squeal, pant and moan for another five or six minutes or so, until we finally reached the finish. Then he stepped up his game - realizing I was close to a second orgasm - and really started jackhammering my cunt. I whined, screamed and came around his cock for what must have been a whole minute.
He was - understandably - exhausted, so I sat up as he pulled out of me and said, "Now, let's make you cum!" I reached out for his still hard cock.
"That's okay, I've..." he started to say.
"It's not open for debate, I want your cum... tell me what I can do," I said, gently stroking his dick.
"Well," he said as he got on his knees, "I'd really like to see your tits."
Without taking my right hand off his dick, I used my left one to pull up my sweater, revealing my black bra. The mere sight of it caused his dick to swell again to massive proportions. Unable to take off my bra the proper way, I used my left hand to pull the front of it up, until both my tits popped out into view.
"What else can I..." I started to ask, but I was cut off by Eddy's sudden loud moaning. His pelvis jerked forward and his cock began ejaculating all over my skirt. Apparently the mere sight of my tits was enough to make him explode violently. God, I couldn't remember the last time I had had such an effect on a guy!
I put my left hand on his neck and caressed the back of his head as he continued convulsing against me, splattering his cum all over my skirt and stomach. When he was empty and slumped back against the wall, I looked down at myself and realized my skirt was going to have to be dry-cleaned; it looked absolutely disgusting. I carefully took it off and leaned against a nearby wall. I looked at Eddy for a second, then at the corridor and said, "No one has ever fucked me like that... and certainly not over that distance!"
We smiled at each other.
"Glad you liked it," Eddy closed his eyes, completely out of breath.
I took off my sweater and dropped it on the floor, along with my bra. I got up and headed for the nearest bathroom to clean his cum off my stomach. As could be expected, Eddy had dozed off by the time I got back, and so I decided to take a walk around the museum. I didn't see the point in putting my clothes back on, so with just my high heels and my black panties, I headed for a few of my favorite art pieces. It was almost like any other visit, except for the fact that I was nearly naked off course, and that I had had two major orgasms, which had completely relaxed me. As a result, it was as if I was able to appreciate the art on a whole other level.
About an hour and a half later, Eddy came to find me. I was sitting on a bench admiring one of the largest sculptures in the museum. He walked over to me and handed me a coke and a power bar from the vending machine.
"I figured you could use a snack by now."
"Thanks," I replied.
As he unwrapped a power bar for himself, he sat down next to me. He knew better than to start yapping or talk about the art pieces he really knew nothing about, so we just sat there, eating our power bars, sipping from the same can of coke.
I can't really explain it, especially after already experiencing two major orgasms, but his mere presence was making me horny again. Maybe because I noticed him staring at my bare tits. At first I tried to ignore it, but after a while, I began glancing at him and focusing more on him than the statue. In light of everything that had already happened I decided to stop fighting these feelings and instead act on them.
