The gallery is full. It has been full for some time, tickets for the exhibition have been unavailable for pre-booking and this is a very popular artist. Everyone here is eager to view his display. It is clearly a high class event, the women are all wearing evening dresses and the men are in dinner jackets. The walls are hung with numerous paintings, though only a few of the guests are viewing them. Most are talking amongst themselves, the buzz of conversation filling the room. Waitresses mingle among the crowd with trays of champagne and nibbles. They are as elegantly dressed as the guests, all wearing long, sensual white gowns, the upper half little more than two lengths of material barely wide enough to cover each breast that runs from shoulder to waist. The outfits leave the sides of the upper body, the neck, chest, belly and navel, and the middle of the back, exposed on all the waitresses wearing them.
"Have you seen any of his other exhibitions?" one young woman asks, directing her question to a somewhat older woman standing next to her.
"I haven't," she replies, taking a sip from her champagne. "But a friend of mine has. She recommended him to me, she says his work is so beautiful."
"I hear he's bringing a new model tonight," someone else comments. "She's only nineteen. Hasn't worked with him before." The conversation continues for a few moments, then the lights slowly begin to dim and a hush descends across the room. A floodlight comes on illuminating a raised dais midway along the length of the back wall.
The sound of footsteps emerges from the far side of the room, and the crowd turns to look. A man of about fifty, also dressed in dinner jacket, balding with a neatly trimmed goatee beard, has entered the gallery. He is escorting a young woman, her hand loosely clasped in his. The girl is completely naked. Her long blonde hair obscures her nipples and much of her breasts, but the rest of her body is clearly visible. There are gasps from some of the guests as the couple begin to cross the room, the crowd parting to let them through, and there is applause as they ascend the platform. The pair turn and face their audience, the artist taking a brief bow. He raises a hand and with a finger gently brushes the hair of his model away from her breasts exposing her nipples, each point proudly protruding from areola swollen and puffy. Along with the tip of her clitoris slightly peeking out from it's hiding place, this indicates to the crowd that the girl is already somewhat aroused by her public nakedness. Coming to stand behind his model, the artist delicately strokes the soft tenderness of her breasts, circling but not quite touching each nipple. Her throat moves as she swallows and there are gasps from the audience as her clitoris emerges further from the protection of it's hood. The tip of a finger reaches a nipple and the young woman moans softly. When the finger is joined be the thumb and the artist begins to stimulate her teat between the two, the moans are no longer soft. As the artist's right hand continues to play with one breast, his other moves slowly up her body, from her hip to her belly and up to her left breast. He now begins to stimulate the nipple there in the same way he is doing the other. The teenager closes her eyes and tips back her head, her moans coming constantly now.
"Are you going to come?" he murmurs in her ear, loud enough for most of the crowd to hear and she nods. "Good girl," he tells her. "Come for me. Come now." Her belly twitches once, twice, three times and she groans loudly, then her pussy begins to glisten in the bright glare of the spotlight.
"Oh my God!" a woman's voice exclaims from the audience. "He gave her an orgasm just from playing with her breasts!" Applause and cheering breaks out among the crowd. The artist smiles and looks down into the face of his model, still clasping her breasts in his hands. She looks up at him and smiles back, breathing heavily as she recovers from her climax. He leans closer and finds her lips with his mouth, briefly exploring her with his tongue. Before she has completely recovered one hand is moving once more, from her breast down the middle of her body to her special place. His fingers brush through the strip of fur adorning her mound and find the pearl at the apex of her cleft. She begins to moan again as he makes slow circles around and over her button. Mouth open and breathing heavily she looks out across the crowd of spectators staring at her in awe. Some of the faces looking back at her bear similar expressions as her own and she wonders if there are possibly others in the room receiving pleasure akin to hers, either at their own hand or that of a companion. She is confident none of them will end the night in anywhere near the same ecstasy as her. She knows full well the remarkable talents of the artist, has only agreed to participate in this intimate display because she knows that her final release will be more intense and exquisite than anything she has ever felt before.
