The first Thursday of each month was a special showing at the Orlando Museum of Art. They usually invited local artists to submit works for display and sale. They'd bring in a local restaurant to cater hors d'oeuvres, and have a cash bar for beer, white and sparkling wine. October's event was usually a bit more avant garde, and this month was no exception. The theme was The Female Form. Candy and I decided to go and have some fun.
"Shall we take the Egg?" she asked.
"Ooh, I like that idea," was my reply. The egg is a remotely controlled vibrator. Candy can insert it into her vagina after she gets to the museum, and I get to control the remote.
After we entered the museum she quickly slipped away to the rest room while I got in line to get us a couple of glasses of Prosecco. She returned shortly with a sly grin on her face and I noticed red lace peeking out of her purse.
"Going commando, I see."
"Yep," she replied, "I want to give my cunt muscles a bit of extra exercise trying to keep the egg in place."
I chuckled softly as I handed her her glass.
We made our way to the exhibit hall and began perusing the paintings, photographs, mixed media and sculptures of the female form, some not quite recognizable, some vaguely familiar, and some down right explicit. Each time we found one that intrigued us both I hit the ON button and Candy gave a little bit of a start. We stopped to admire and discuss the intricacies of each exhibit, whispering in each other's ear, not so much about the art but about what we wanted to do to each other.
Before we were halfway around the exhibit hall I could tell that Candy was really getting into the sensations produced by the egg. Sometimes when we were fortunate enough to be alone by an exhibit I would hold the button down extra long, and she would grab my cock through my dress slacks and squeeze until I let go of the button. I don't think she realized her grip actually encouraged me to keep the button depressed, rather than release it. Finally she caught on and squeezed harder.
Before we completed a circuit of the exhibit hall she said "Let's get another glass of bubbly."
While I stood in line she went back to the ladies room. When she returned I noticed a couple more buttons were undone on her blouse and when she turned just right I (and anyone else) could get a good look at her pokey nipples and tits. I am pretty sure that was her intention. We headed back to the exhibit hall to continue our tour and tease-fest.
Candy leaned over and whispered in my ear "I masturbated in the ladies room." She always knows how to push my buttons, and it worked just fine, and I could feel my cock stiffening.
It was about this time that I noticed a tall, good looking redhead glancing our way on a fairly regular basis, and I was pretty sure she noticed Candy spasm each time I put my hand in my pocket. When I mentioned this to Candy she looked her way, smiled and gave her a wink. The redhead winked back and return the smile knowingly.
As we neared the end of the exhibit we were standing in front of a rather explicit yet abstract painting of a vagina. As I pushed the button on the remote and Candy spasmed I realized we were not totally alone.
