It had been another stressful week. All Savannah wanted to do was go home, take a hot bath and sleep. If she hadn't promised her friend weeks ago that she would attend a showing of his work that's exactly where she would be. Idly she scanned the packed gallery, hoping to catch her friends' attention. She spotted him surrounded by admiring art fans, most of which were female. Not that it fazed him, since he was gay.
Turning around she headed in the direction of the ladies room. Afterwards she took a few minutes to redo her lipstick and then made her way to a more quiet area of the gallery. She really did not feel like socializing at the moment. After a few twists and turns, she found herself in a dark room that had been roped off from the general public. Spying a bench she sat down, sighing with relief and happy to be off her feet. Carefully she laid her head back, closing her eyes and doing some deep breathing exercises to help rid herself of unwanted tension.
Hmmm, she could almost feel a pair of strong hands rubbing her sore feet. Moaning in pleasure, she opened her eyes to discover someone really was rubbing her feet. Taken aback, she could only stare at the top of his head. His hair gleamed darkly in the dim lighting, but somehow it seemed familiar to her.
Tiny tingles of electricity shot their way up, straight to her pussy. Gasping loudly, she grabbed his head with one hand, not sure exactly what she wanted to do. But when his talented fingers started to crawl up her thighs and under her skirt, Savannah did what came naturally; she spread her legs for him, urging him closer with her hand. His head lifted, piercing blue eyes looking into hers, as he ripped her panties aside. The heat of his gaze scorched her, and with a soft moan she grabbed his hand and put it to rest on her plump folds. A low growl escaped him as his encountered a heated and drenched pussy.
Wasting no time he plunged three fingers deep inside; it was all she could do not to scream. Instead she rolled her hips, encouraging him further. His voice rumbled to her, "Open your blouse," so with shaking fingers Savannah complied. She released the front clasp of her bra, allowing the aching mounds their freedom. She pinched one nipple between finger and thumb and stretched the point outward, tugging hard. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers in reaction. She felt his tongue graze her clit and nearly fell off the bench. He began sucking on it, drawing it deep with his lips and rubbing his tongue across it. He munched on her lips while his fingers still fucked her, licking all around it, and then once again sucking on her clit.
She fucked his face, grinding her pussy hard, almost uncontrollably. "Such a hot, sweet bitch you are," he complimented her. "You're going to feel good wrapped around my dick, so damn hot!" His words washed over her hotly. Her whimpers increased in volume in direct proportion to his stroking fingers. "Fuck, yeah, baby, I want you to cum for me, squirt that juice." Mindlessly she rode his face and fingers, trying desperately to get closer. His tongue returned to her clit, and with one strong pull of his teeth she came, shaking uncontrollably.