Last night had been such a blur. Dinner had turned into modeling nude, and then the professor's wife had licked me an made me cum. I was still trying to comprehend it all as I woke up and laid there, thinking.
I signed, got up, and got dressed for a run. 10 miles today. At least the weather was good. I made it through the run and maintained a strong pace.
Getting home I peeled off my sweaty running clothes as soon as I got inside and shut the door. I walked over to the door to the balcony and stood there, stretching. I slowly scanned the trees, looking, wondering if my voyeur was there. I didn't see anything, but were they there?
The thought that someone might be watching me excited me. I felt that familiar warm between my legs, felt myself getting wet at the thought of it. I stretched more, jutting my breast forward, putting on a show for the voyeur if they were there.
Once I finished stretching, I bit my lip, thinking. Could I really do it? I stood in front of the window and spread my legs, one hand on the doorframe, displaying myself. I slipped a hand between my legs and slowly slid it along my pussy. Oh my, I was wet.
I started to slowly finger myself, keeping my legs spread, putting on a show for my voyeur if they were there. A though went through my mind -- male for female? Somehow the thought of a female watching me excited me even more.
I fingered harder. My other hand moved to my breast and pinched my nipple, twisting it a little. Harder. Faster. I could smell myself, could hear my wetness. Suddenly I was cumming, shaking. I leaned against the edge of the door, panting, shaking. That was fast and intense.
As I stood there catching my breath a bike zipped by on the path. I didn't move, and they didn't look up.
Slowly I regained my composure and blushed, thinking. What did I just do? What had gotten into me. Why does the idea of being watched turn me on like that? I sighed and went off to take a shower.
The rest of the afternoon was a grind of doing homework for classes and washing laundry. Finally though it was 5pm. I was so excited. Matt and I were going to an art gallery show. I ate a quick dinner as we agreed to eat on our own and then have dessert later.
I pondered what to wear. I knew it had to be classy given that we were going to an art museum, but I wanted to show off a bit too. I settled on a red dress with a neckline that plunged fairly far down. I didn't wear a bra, but I did put on a thong. I stood in front of the mirror and bounced up and down a bit, watching my boobs. They certainly bounced around, but it wasn't obscene.
Matt picked me up and we drove there, chatting about our days, about what we liked in art. I asked if he liked nude drawings and paintings. He blushed a bit and squirmed.
I chuckled. "It's ok Matt. I like them too. In fact, I recently posed nude for an artist." I watched his reaction, hoping I hadn't scared him off. He looked over at me, a shocked look on his face. "You, you did what?" he asked.
I bit my lip, worried. "I um, posed nude for an artist so she could draw me."
He blinked, then thankfully looked back at the road. After a brief pause, he smiled a bit and said. "That's so cool."
I breathed a big sigh of relief and patted his leg. "Thanks for being cool about it."
He chuckled a bit and looked over at me, saying "My girlfriend is so hot that artists want her to model for them." I gave him a playful punch in the arm.
Just then we arrived at the gallery and parked. Matt had gotten us tickets in advance, and the greeter at the door pointed us to the exhibit. It was a display of Renaissance paintings. They were, of course, amazing, and there were a fair number of nude paintings.
We stood in front of Venus Rising From the Sea for a while admiring it. I whispered to Matt "She's pretty, very feminine, but real." Matt whispered back "Her boobs are smaller than yours though."
I looked up at him and rolled my eyes, whispering "Men and their obsession with tits."
The next painting we came to was Venus of Urbino. I stood there, transfixed. The way she stared out of the painting. The way she was posed. It made me think back to being posed somewhat like that, though more exposed, at Abbey's house.
Matt watched me and whispered "Like that one?"
I nodded, whispering "She's sexy like that."
Matt slipped his hand down to my butt and give it a light squeeze, whispering into my ear "Ever pose like that for an artist."
I shook my head no. It hadn't been quite like that.
Matt whispered "You're much sexier than her."
I smiled up at Matt, took his hand and led him into the next room of the gallery. As we entered I noticed a stairway leading down at the side of the room. I took Matt's hand and guided him to it. It wasn't blocked off, so I led him down it.
At the bottom there was a door leading to what seemed to be some offices. I pulled him around behind the stairs so that we were underneath the stairs.
Matt looked at me, confused. "What are you doing April?"
I kneeled in front of him and quickly unbuckled his pants. His eyes widened in shock. He whispered "H-here? We might get caught!"
I pulled his pants and underwear down and quickly took his tiny, soft penis in my mouth and sucked on it. I heard him gasp softly and felt him start to grow in my mouth.
I started to bob up and down on the little dick, trying hard to stay quiet. Matt leaned back against the wall and moaned softly. We could hear people talking upstairs in the gallery at the top of the open stairs.
Matt didn't last long. As he came in my mouth I closed my lips tightly around him, making sure none leaked out and got on my dress. Matt let out another moan and then slumped back against the wall.
I looked up into his eyes as I slipped off his penis. I opened my mouth to show him his cum then made a show of swallowing it. He stared, wide-eyed, a look of amazement on his face. I leaned in and gently licked him, cleaning a bit of remaining cum from his penis. Then I stood up, kissed him on the lips briefly and whispered "We better get back upstairs."
