"Brat," he laughed at her, waving back before clicking his phone off.
She was stunning in the gallery's lighting. His eyes skimmed upward, taking in her outfit. Knowing she was meeting with some important donors, she had made an effort to balance professionalism with an artistic eye.
Anna's long legs were covered by a pair of deep blue silk pants. She had specially tailored them so the low waist rode snugly, yet as the fabric reached the widest part of her hips it draped smoothly over her ass, falling to just above the tips of her shoes. He recognized them immediately as her dancing pants with small diamond cutouts from her hip to her knee. As she walked through the gallery with her hips swaying easily, he realized that the silk was translucent in the subdued lighting, granting him hints of her slender legs and the treasure between her firm thighs.
Her blouse seemed to be less a shirt and more in the style of a vest. This time in a cream-colored silk, the loose fabric enhanced the weight and movement of her unfettered breasts. Van was sure that when he stood near her he would be able to determine the state of those beautiful, pale pink nipples he loved licking.
They met at the door where she kissed him tenderly before dragging him into the gallery.
"I thought I mentioned it wasn't an easy place to find," she whispered.
"You did, but don't worry about it." He brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek, marveling at her excitement. "You look amazing."
"Thank you. I wasn't sure you'd like this."
"No? Well, I know why you thought I wouldn't be crazy about the pants. You still look amazing." He kissed her again, whispering into her ear, "I have something for you."
"Aren't you sweet? You didn't have to get me anything, you know."
"I know," he shrugged. "I saw this a few days ago and thought of you."
She grinned at him as he reached into a pocket. The long, silver chain he pulled out took her breath away. The pendant was striking in its simplicity; two silver ovals carefully entwined, yet distinct.
"Oh, god, it's beautiful. You shouldn't have."
He held the necklace up and draped it over her head, guiding it to hang delicately about her elegant neck. The pendant fell perfectly between her breasts.
"Maybe I shouldn't have, but I did anyway."
"Thank you, really, it's beautiful," Anna whispered as she reached up, taking the chain in her hands. "I'm just going to make one adjustment if you don't mind."
She slid the chain under the collar of her top, twisting it to place the pendant behind her. Dropping the ovals down her back, she smiled seductively as she looked into his green eyes. "Let me know what you think."
When she turned around, all Van could see was the smooth skin of her bare back. Her necklace was highlighting the pale cream tones of her warm flesh.
Reaching forward, he took hold of her hips and drew her back so his lips were at the edge of her ear. With a playful nibble he whispered, "It looks fantastic, and you look good enough to eat."
"I'm going to hold you to that," she murmured as she brushed her hand as lightly as a butterfly's wings over his trouser-covered cock.
Suddenly she stepped back and grasped his hand. "Come over here, hon. I want you to meet some people."
For the next hour she worked the room, chatting with other artists, soothing Antoine and flattering donors. It actually surprised her how good she was with the donors, since she'd never liked being part of fundraisers. Yet underlying it all was the steady, subtle dance of seduction she was enjoying with a lover who was just as good at dishing it out.
Every so often she would pass in front of him and twist her hips in a slow figure-eight pattern, lightly pressing against his crotch as he gently caressed her hips or a thigh. One time she snuck up on him when he was seated with an older sculptor who was reminiscing about Montreal in the early '70s. Excusing herself, she brushed her breasts against his shoulder while leaning in to nibble at his ear.
"I hope you're having fun, Van," she whispered before wandering away to chat with some of the donors.
Naturally, he had to do something to tease her in return, and that smooth, bare back of hers was too tempting to pass up.
He decided to wander the room looking at the art and visiting with people, waiting until she was once again talking with Antoine. When he was sure that the seductive redhead was sufficiently distracted, he picked up a champagne flute from the open bar. The bartender offered a fresh glass, but he wanted one with plenty of condensation coating the sides.
As he approached, he caught Antoine's eye and signaled that he wanted to surprise Anna. With an idea of what the younger man was doing, the director kept her talking. Not that it was a difficult task; he enjoyed the spark in her personality and her fascination in describing the various pictures she wanted to get in the
Vieille Ville
.
It wasn't until she felt his hand on her side, just above her waist, that she realized Van was joining them. Suddenly there was a wet chill on her back, causing her to jump slightly and twist away from it. However in trying to get away from the glass, she moved exactly the way he had hoped; he slid his hand easily into the gap in the side of her blouse, cupping her breast and toying with the nipple.
All Antoine could do was laugh at the happy pair. Lowering his voice, he suggested that they could leave if they wanted.
Without letting her go, Van handed the older man his champagne glass and thanked him for his hospitality. He leaned in to lick the side of his captive's neck, causing her to break into giggles. She twisted away from his playful hand while remaining within his arms to kiss him passionately.
As she broke the kiss, she looked into his eyes and whispered, "I've been dying to get out of here since you showed up."
Gathering their things, he couldn't resist nibbling on Anna's ear as he held her coat open for her. Before slipping it on, she reached up to the fine chain around her neck, retrieving the pendant so it fell provocatively between her breasts.
With a final peal of giggles from the slender redhead, they stepped into the warm Montreal night. Deciding against a cab, they slowly walked to the hotel. Their trip would have been considerably faster had he not pressed her into every recessed doorway they encountered for a long, deep kiss and the occasional nibble on her silk-covered breasts or her long, graceful neck.
She realized how serious he was about teasing her when, instead of using the next empty doorway, he spun her around and pressed her against the window of a nearly full restaurant. She gasped at the sensation of the cold glass on her highly excited nipples, one of which was fully exposed, her breast having partially escaped her blouse. Knowing many of the diners were watching, she surrendered to the enjoyment of the moment.
With the little temptress pressed to the glass, he reached up and pulled the clip from her hair, allowing the silky tresses to fall about her shoulders. He knew she hated having her thick hair against her neck, yet he loved when she allowed the auburn waves to frame her face and tickle her upper back.
Slipping the clip into a pocket of his jacket, he set about beginning her torment. Trailing kisses across her shoulders and down her neck, he reached around her waist to cup her pussy through her pants. Van found the seam and gently drew it back and forth over her clit while drinking in her smooth back. He never let his actions with Anna's clit become enough to fully arouse her, and he knew he was succeeding upon hearing the frustration in her moans.
She found herself contorting salaciously, trying to press into the window as well as further into his hand. She felt as if she were dancing around a crowded room, yet somehow never touching anyone there. Damn this torture; she hadn't been this bad to him, had she?
Taking a peek into the restaurant, she noticed an elegant, older woman carefully watching her. Seated alone and in the corner, the woman had a playful sparkle in her eye, appearing to be amused by the younger woman's predicament. She seemed to understand what the young redhead was experiencing, and with a wry grin she raised her wine glass. Anna's sense of adventure kicked into high gear with their connection, and she smiled back at the woman as if promising to allow her to feel some of the excitement her sexy man was creating.
Standing behind his squirming woman, he had a strong desire to go ahead and ravish her; it still wasn't quite what he wanted. Kissing the junction of her neck and shoulder, he spied the object with which he was going to push her closer to the precipice. With a step back, he allowed her to come off the glass just enough to reach his other hand around her torso to take hold of the pendant. She cried out when he traced it along the underside of her well-chilled nipple.
However, his intentions were still to tantalize, the way she had done earlier. When he realized that she was approaching a small orgasm, he pulled away before turning her around again, teasing her with a series of glancing kisses. Her agonized moans simply added fuel to his fire as he took her hand and started to lead her back to their hotel. Before leaving, she turned quickly and waved a rueful yet cheerful farewell to the woman in the restaurant.
Knowing how close to the brink he had brought her, Van couldn't resist a couple more playful stops in doorways before arriving at the hotel.
There is a certain romance to the city of Montreal, as well as in the hotel she had been placed in for the show, yet a large part of that romance is lost when not with a lover. Her first day in town had only served to remind her of this. With her lover finally there, Anna's room took on a warmer feel.
After pushing her coat to the floor, Van cupped his hands around her face. Drawing her in, he kissed her, sucking on her lower lip, nipping her nose and pulling his fingers through her hair. Before she could fully respond, he stepped back and removed his coat. Laying it over the back of a small armchair, he sat down to look at the surprised woman before him.
