Part of the Exhibition

Rose had never been adventurous, it had been a spur of the moment thing. Julie was the wild one and she already had the invitations to an erotic art gallery opening ready. She just waited for the right moment to reveal them. And a few glasses of wine in was apparently the perfect moment.

The first hall had been filled with photos of half naked ladies and also a few men. They had giggled at the innocent but erotic imagery.

The next hall was a dark maze with black and white bondage photos in alcoves along the way.

The giggles had vanished as they entered the more taboo subject. Rose squeezed her legs together discretely a few times as she was becoming aroused.

A woman with her hands tied behind her back made Rose stop. It was the facial expression of the bound woman that caught her eye. A face frozen in ecstasy. Rose let her eyes take in the scene lost in the moment.

She looked around and she realised she had lost her companions. She hurried down the maze to try and catch up. She saw a door that looked like it led to another part of the exhibition. 'Great a short cut' she though as she hurried through.

The next room was white and she saw a mirrored cube in the center. Curiously she approached it. She read on the plaque beside it. 'Part of the exhibition'.

She could see a door in the back that was ajar and she peered inside. From the inside the mirrors looked like regular windows and she could see a few visitors pass by looking at the otherwise empty exhibit hall.

Inside she could see a ramp with markings on the floor shaped as feet. Between them a short pole stuck straight up. Protruding from it was a u-shaped rubber coated pad that she couldn't figure out. It almost looked like a mic stand.

She took a step inside to look closer letting the door slide shut behind her. Inside she found that there was wiring in the ceiling and some sort of microphone aimed at the podium.

A woman stopped in front of the booth looking straight inside. After a few seconds she fixed her hair and Rose relaxed, it was one way mirrors. She felt naughty letting her fingers reach under her skirt for a quick feel of her damp panties.

'Is this where the models stand and watch their audience?' She thought as she let her skirt fall and took a step up on the podium aiming her feet at the markings.

It elevated her a bit making it feel like she was on a stage. A small sound of an electrical whirl caught her ear and she looked around. She flinched as she felt something touch her thigh and then cup her groin. Too late she realised that the bar had risen and now pressed against her panties almost lifting her off the ground.

With its u-shape she found that she couldn't lift herself of it. She raised her skirt to try and look between her legs but it was hard to see past her breasts.

Then she felt it - a slight vibration. It was gentle at first teasing her and she let a moan escape her lips before quickly shutting her mouth. She looked around but people passed the mirror without noticing her. The vibrations increased focusing on the front, finding her clit.

All thoughts of getting out evaporated and with the pent up arousal she had she started to grind against the now welcome intruder.

Another moan escaped her lips and with that she noticed a couple stop in front of the mirror reading the plaque.

She closed her eyes and rode the vibrator as she felt an orgasm rise. She again moaned and let her hands grab her breasts through her blouse.

She opened her eyes and now she had a crowd in front of her. What where they looking at? She could see Julie in the crowd aiming her phone against the booth. Then the realisation hit her - The mirrors where no longer mirrors. As the gathering crowd watched her she could not hold back the orgasm. With a long moan she came hard locking eyes with Julie who stood there with the mobile in hand filming her with a chocked but wicked smile.

She had been the best part of the whole exhibit and she was glad that she came.