Exhibitions

Thanks to litfan10 for letting me borrow Holly and the Forbes Erotic Art Gallery. The ball is now in your court. Huge thanks, as always, to stevieraygovan for the editing. I don't know what I'd do without you, my friend.

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It was the dull ache of sore muscles that started Van's gradual exit from a peaceful, dreamless sleep. He lay still, wondering why his back hurt until a movement next to him brought him into full awareness.

Anna.

Montreal.

God, he was in Montreal... with Anna.

He rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Their night together had been incredible. Her soft body had been so responsive, so passionate; taking her on the balcony was almost like a dream. Knowing that others in the hotel had enjoyed watching them had served to spur him on that much more.

His cock twitched at the recollection.

From the time they met, he'd known she had an adventurous side. It had taken steady encouragement and persistence before she had started to let it shine through, and last night had been a huge leap forward for her.

He stood in the bathroom's doorway and watched her sleeping for several minutes. She'd rolled over to hug one of the hotel's large pillows; her hips were slightly canted up, facing away from him. It looked fairly awkward from his vantage point, but she was breathing easily and seemed comfortable enough.

Suddenly he wanted to be back in bed, holding her. As his cock stiffened, he padded back to the bed and slowly drew the sheet down her sleeping form before easing himself into position behind her.

Did he want to wake her or not? It was a tough decision, but with the call he'd made the previous night on his mind, he opted to let her sleep... for the time being anyway. He glanced at the bedside clock as he bent to kiss her shoulder. Nearly 9:30 already.

Gently stroking and kissing her smooth back, he knew room service would soon be at the door. Still, it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy a few minutes soaking in the soft fragrance of her skin and the warmth of her body until then. She mumbled incoherently as his hands caressed her curves.

Naturally, the knock at the door came when he reached the small of her back.

Pulling on the pants he had tossed to the floor, he walked as quietly as he could to the door, opening it to invite the bellhop in. The young man entered with his rolling tray, stacked with piping hot croissants. He also had oranges and the equipment necessary to prepare freshly-squeezed orange juice. A carafe and French press were under the top shelf for brewing the hotel's special blend of coffee.

"Where would you like your breakfast, sir?"

There was a mischievous gleam in Van's eyes as he thought of what was waiting in the other room. "Oh, just take it in. You can set it up next to the little table." He kept his voice light and followed the bellhop into the sleeping area, catching a glimpse of his nametag as he passed - Marcel.

It was the knock at the door that brought Anna fully into wakefulness. She could just make out two voices at the door and was sure her lover was planning something for her. Deciding to let it play out, she lay still, controlling her breathing in the hopes that she would appear to be sleeping.

The entire cart rattled as Marcel stopped in his tracks, stunned at the woman's smooth, bare body lying on the bed in front of him, her rich red hair fanned over the pillow. She was facing the wall but the sheet had been drawn down past her knees, exposing the elegant lines of her back, ass and thighs. He couldn't help but wonder what he had walked into.

Knowing there was a possible new participant in whatever Van was thinking, her curiosity was roused. Who had come in, and what would he or she do? She could hear someone stuttering, presumably in surprise, and from the tone she knew it was a man bringing them breakfast.

'What are you planning, babe?'

She shivered with excitement at the thought.

"Don't worry about it," she heard her lover calmly and quietly say to their guest. "You're welcome to enjoy looking at her. What do you normally work on first; the juice, or the coffee?"

'Okay, good, he's setting some boundaries. Does that mean this is it and this guy only gets to look, or will that loon allow him to touch me?'

she mused. To play a little and let him know she was aware of his game, she shifted slightly with a soft sigh.

Van sat in one of the chairs next to the table and smiled as the young man seemed to relax under the knowledge that he had a specific task. Glancing at the bed, he noticed Anna's subtle movement and realized she was awake. The bellhop was also eyeing her body and trying to be casual about his ogling while he went about the business of preparing breakfast.

"Umm... I'll start with the coffee. While that's brewing, I'll squeeze the oranges."

As the young man reached for the carafe and French press, Van asked, "That's an interesting way to make coffee. How long does it usually take?" He was hoping to send a message to his little temptress.

'Either she'll keep pretending to sleep,'

he thought,

'or she'll wake up to play, depending on how much time he needs for the coffee.'

Checking the water in the carafe and deciding there was enough, Marcel stated, "It depends on how strong you want your coffee, but once I add the water you can let it sit for up to ten minutes, although I recommend you pour it before that long." He looked at the walls for a moment and added, "I just need to bring the water to a boil first."

The electrical outlet was quickly found and the carafe was plugged in to heat the water.

'Qu'est-ce qu'ils font ici? Merde, je ne veux pas des soucis, j'ai tout juste gagne cette position,'

he worried to himself as he returned to his cart.

Anna concentrated on the activity behind her. From the way Van's question was phrased, she knew she had about ten minutes to continue playing possum.

'How do I let him know I understand? Hmm, would he believe I'm having a dream?'

A soft sigh and sleepy giggle, both muffled by the pillow, told him that the lithe redhead was aware of at least part of what was going on; grinning to himself, he decided he would follow her lead. Of course, he might direct a few things, but he'd let her have most of the control.

Relaxing into his game, Van watched as the oranges were cut and squeezed and the rinds discarded. It was interesting, seeing the young stranger adjust to his surroundings and especially to the beautiful, nude woman on the bed in front of him. He wondered if anything similar had ever happened to the bellhop before.

While he knew that Anna would have the last word in just how far things went, he was also curious how far their visitor might push, and where she'd decide to draw the line. Taking a sip of the sweetly tart orange juice the bellhop offered him, he realized he wanted her to 'wake up' in order for things to begin moving in whatever direction they were going to take.

At a signal from the carafe, the bellhop turned it off before unplugging it and returning to the cart. Van sat back as the young man poured hot water into the glass of the press and swirled it around, heating the glass before emptying it into a bowl that had been hidden from view.

"That seems like it's an overly complicated way to make coffee."

"Perhaps," Marcel shrugged as he measured out the grounds. "We find that it makes for a fresher cup though." He took his time pouring hot water into the carafe and stirred the mixture before adjusting the press over the top. It already smelled delicious.

"I take my coffee straight, but after she's awake I believe she'll want a couple sugars in hers. Thanks."

"Actually, I take milk in my coffee with one sugar, please. Thank you."

Both men started at the sound of her voice.

With her leg raised and strategically bent at the knee, Anna had rolled to her back, exposing her chest to her lover and their guest. She stretched her arms over her head, smiling sleepily at her captivated audience.

Though she was willing to join Van in the sexy, teasing game he was setting up, she wasn't entirely sure how she wanted to play it.

'Just how far am I ready to go?'

the sensuous redhead asked herself. Catching the subtle yet unmistakably pleased look on her lover's face, her decision was easier.

'Okay then, whatever happens, happens. I trust him to look out for me.'

Marcel stared at her in shock, drinking in her smooth skin, the still half-asleep expression in her eyes and the full weight of her breasts with their large, pale pink nipples pointing to the ceiling. Even with her lean thigh obscuring her pussy, she seemed to be sending an invitation to the men to join her in the large bed. His body couldn't help but react, so he moved behind his cart in a failing effort to hide his developing erection.

"How... how much milk do you take?" The words caught in his dry throat. "And do you want skim or two percent?"

Gratified by her gentle smile, he felt a bit more confident as she made her order. "The two percent, please, and you're actually preparing a café crème for me."

Preparing the milk and sugar allowed the bellhop to again focus on a task. It was strange how normal this was beginning to feel, as if he made coffee everyday for attractive, naked women. He could even just forget about...

'Oh yeah, that guy is here. Wait, what is he to her? Where is he anyway?'

he wondered.

The sound of someone clearing his throat brought the young man back to the room. "I'm sure you've seen beautiful women before," Van grinned.

Marcel responded with a nervous laugh, "

Monsieur

, Montreal is home to many beautiful women."

"As well as very handsome men," added Anna, watching as the young man blushed under her gaze.

'Yeah, she's into this now,'

Van laughed to himself. Looking across the room, he asked, "So, baby, what do you have on the schedule for today?"

She looked across the room at her lover, silently asking,

'What are you doing?'

'Playing,'

his lopsided grin told her.

"Other than the gallery opening tonight, we're free." She sat up a little more in the bed, allowing her breasts to sway before her audience.

'Damn, I think I could get used to this. First there was last night, and now this? Yeah, it could be fun,'

she thought.

The look on the young man's face as he watched her full breasts dancing before him was priceless. He was completely mesmerized, and she thought she could make out a nice-sized bulge growing below his belt. She felt her nipples rising under his cautious scrutiny, revealing her arousal to Van.

'How far can I go?'

she wondered, lazily running her fingertips along her thigh.

'How far do I want to go?'

'You know what I'd say to that, baby,'

his eyes laughed from across the room with his message.

'Go as far as you're comfortable, then push a little further.'

"Speaking of the gallery, Van, I want you to look over what I brought so you can help me get my outfit right."

Anna's voice brought him back to the room. "I thought you said you had an outfit ready?"

"I do," she replied, sighing as her fingers dipped between her thighs to tease the top of her slit. Her leg was still raised enough to block the men from seeing what she was doing, but she knew Van was aware of her actions. "The thing is that I know you didn't really like what I wore last night. I wasn't planning on wearing pants again tonight, but I figured I would at least get your input."

"You did say you had a couple things in mind for tonight." His grin let her know that he was aware of what she was doing.

'So lover, how excited are you right now?'

Her throaty laugh was more than enough answer.

Unfortunately for Marcel, the sensual sound of the woman's laughter was also more than enough to send him over the edge. With a choking gasp, the young bellhop came in his pants. Muttering his apologies in hurried Quebecois, he wished them a good day as he made a hasty retreat, shuffling rather stiffly from the room.

Once he was gone, the slender redhead rose to head into the bathroom.

Van chuckled as he sauntered over and sat on the bed, a cup of coffee in each hand. He waited patiently until she returned and sank back into the pillows next to him. When she took her drink, he teased her, saying, "That was mean of you, Anna, making that poor kid blow like that. It's kind of too bad he left, though. I was curious how far you might have let him go."

She flashed him an impish grin at the implication. "He wouldn't have gotten very far," she giggled before taking a sip. "Mmm, I don't know when you set this up, but thank you."

They remained on the bed for several minutes, relaxing with their coffee. Starting to feel hungry, he got up again to retrieve the croissants. While nibbling at the flaky pastries, they talked about things they might be able to do during the day that would still give her time to prepare for the exhibition.

He wanted to let her wake up a little before beginning their day. Since the photo exhibit was hosting its official opening that night, he knew they'd probably be doing some exploring in the city, although they wouldn't do anything that required them to wander too far from the hotel and gallery.

With a sultry giggle, she nudged him with her elbow and asked, "Did you really want to see me with the bellhop?"

"What would you have done if he'd stayed and approached you?"

She leaned across his chest to set her cup on the nightstand then brought her arm back to run her hand up his side. As she teased his nipples with her fingernails, she murmured, "I would've had to let him know that I'm not interested. Babe, we don't get to see each other that often, and it's been too long since we were together as it is." Dropping a quick kiss on his chin, she added, "I want our time here to be for us. That's what would make me the happiest."

"I can't argue with your happiness."

"You shouldn't even try." She laughed and moved to straddle her charming lover.

Suddenly she stopped, noticing something felt wrong beneath her. "Wait." She glanced down. "Why are you wearing pants? And again, too; you keep wearing pants while I'm naked. What's with that?"

"I didn't feel like flashing room service."

"But you felt like displaying me for him."

"That's different; nobody wants to see me naked."

Nearly tearing his pants open, she purred, "I do."

She scooted down his thighs, tugging his pants down his hips and releasing his erection. Grinning, he bent his knees and lifted enough so that she could remove what there was of his clothing. Once that barrier was gone, she stretched her body along his, lacing her fingers into his hair and pulling his mouth to hers for a searing kiss.

The thing that excited him the most about having her on top was the unrestricted access it gave him in exploring her body. He knew she loved his hands as much as he enjoyed touching her. Hard to go wrong with a situation like that, so he was free to roam her body as far as he could reach, drawing erotic designs across her warm skin.

"And the best part," she whispered, "is that we have all day, if that's how long we want to take."

"Then why are we in such a hurry?" he breathed back.

Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them to their sides. With one hand in her long, red hair, he gently tugged her head back to nibble at her neck. Listening to her sighs, he let his other hand trace its way down her ribcage to her hip, kneading the soft, yielding flesh.

He resumed kissing her, their tongues moving together in their own dance. They lay like that for several minutes, each arousing the other. After long minutes of easy teasing, he took hold of the back of her thigh. Pulling it over his hip, he watched her face as he slid his top leg between hers. The desire he saw amazed him as he took his time caressing the underside of her thigh and rubbing his cock lengthwise along her wet slit.

Briefly closing her eyes, she groaned. When she opened them again, she whispered, "I want you... inside me... now."

He couldn't refuse her.

Bringing their hips closer together, he pressed into her warm, wet folds. Remaining on their sides, he kept his motions slow and steady while he reached up to cup her face. Her eyes softened as he kissed her throat, her chin, the corner of her mouth. There was no hurry, no need to be anywhere; there was only the moment and the soft, firm grip of her silken pussy on his rigid cock.

Her hands were busy creating a new map of his body. First caressing, then lightly scratching, then kneading firmly, she rediscovered his shoulders, back and ass. She enjoyed the way his muscles flexed and contracted under her touch. Leaning in to kiss his neck, she breathed in deeply, relishing the faintly spicy scent of his warm skin.

With an easy sweep, he drew her face back and painted wavy lines from her temple to her chin, staring into her beautiful green eyes all the while. There was awe in his voice as he breathed, "Why me, Anna? You could've asked anyone to join you here, but you asked me. Why?"

"What do you mean, I could've asked anyone? You're the only person I thought of." She traced the line of his ear, whispering to him. "I can't imagine being here with anyone but you."

Their love-making continued, slow and tender because of the position they were in. He realized that he didn't want a fast, hard fuck; he wanted the closeness they were sharing. Reaching to fondle her breast, he laved the enticing pink nipple, causing it to deepen in color. He heard her moan as she began her orgasm, the walls of her pussy clamping down on him.

She pressed her hips more firmly against him as the sensation rose within her. "Van, yes," she sighed into his neck, just below his ear.

Feeling rather than hearing her words, he carefully took hold of the nape of her neck, bringing her head back again. "Let me see you, baby. I want to watch your face."

His whisper came as her climax hit. He was amazed by the way her eyes softened. Everything about her completely let go, yet her smile was radiant while she allowed the bliss to take over her body. Then her fingers dug into his shoulder and waist as she shook in his arms, sending him over the edge as well.

They lay still, arms and legs wrapped around the other's body, riding out the end of their orgasms. She inhaled deeply as he twitched within her once more before slipping from her moist warmth. Nibbling at her lover's lips, she sighed happily.

As they relaxed, sated for the time being, she looked at him, examining his face.

"What is it?" he wondered.

"I'm starving," she confessed.

The bed shook with their laughter.

"It's a good thing I had some breakfast sent up then."

She looked over at the rolling cart with the carafe, pitcher of orange juice and empty plates. "You're thinking that a couple of flaky rolls and a coffee will be enough to keep us going?" Her teasing smile had a warm undertone to it.

"Hell no," he drawled. "That was just to get us started, babe."

Her giggle delighted him. "In that case, maybe we should think about getting ourselves cleaned up and ready to go. If I'm right, we're going to need plenty of energy for today."

"I think we'll manage." He laughed with her, before reaching over to tickle her.

Scrambling away from his talented fingers, she sprang from the bed to snap up her camera. Still laughing, she opened the lens cap and thumbed the camera on in an easy motion. Before he knew it, she had the lens trained on him.

"Anna, what are you doing?" There was a hint of trepidation in his voice.

"I'm taking your picture, silly, so be still." Busying herself with the zoom, she studied the view screen and the room to set up her shots. "No, I want you on your stomach for this."