When I was back in my office after the vacation I looked for references of Diane but found none. I kept on looking and one day in the following spring I found a reference to an artist named Diane A... She was among several others in an exhibition for young artists and she was referred to as promising. Her paintings were described as very well drawn pictures of landscapes and especially wild flowers. I decided that it must be my Diane.
The following fall I found out that Diane had got her first exclusive exhibition at a small gallery. Beside the landscapes also mentioned were paintings of roe-deer and nude studies. That convinced me. It was my Diane.
In June there was an article in a big morning paper. Diane had got another exhibition at the gallery and the writer stated that it was a real break through and that Diane was a very interesting young artist. Her drawing skill was emphasized together with the width of her motives from landscapes and flowers to wild animals and not least her nude studies. It was especially mentioned the unusual in that she had used a male model and that she seemed to have a special skill for that.
The following day I received an invitation card from the gallery with a hand written invitation signed by Diane. She also wrote that I should show the card when I came to the gallery to get a special showing. It noted that she said "when" and not "if". Of course I decided to go.
About a week later I was able to take a few days off and went to Stockholm. I arrived in the afternoon and after checking in at a small, cheap hotel I set off to the gallery.
I walked into the gallery with less than an hour until closing time. No one was there but I saw a woman at a desk in a small inner room, the office no doubt. I started to look around and immediately recognized some of the motives from the sketches in Diane's drawing pad. I turned around a screen wall and got caught by surprise. There I was, leaning against my scythe taking a rest. It was a more modest version though than the first drawing I had seen. I wasn't erect but looked although flattering big.
My cock twitched when I remember how nicely she had kept me erect while posing. I hadn't been aware at that time that she also had made sketches when my cock was down but still with a good swell.
There were some more paintings of me in different poses but the exhibition was dominated by flowers and landscapes. The roe-deer were also there.
"She's a great artist for being so young," I suddenly heard a voice behind me. It was the woman who had come out from her office. She smiled professionally at me trying to judge how much of a probable customer I was. "See something you like?"
She was a very well kept woman looking very professional in smart clothes, around forty I guessed. Maybe she was older, it is hard to know with women who keep themselves fit and spend time and money on their looks which she obviously did. She was wearing a well cut jacket over tight fitting trousers. Underneath was a blouse showing a deep, interesting cleavage. There probably was a very ample bosom kept out of sight by the jacket.
She looked at me again inquiringly. I hadn't answered her question.
"Oh yes, she seem to be very talented," I said. "I very much like the act studies." I walked over to the wall where the paintings of me hang.
"Yes, she is an excellent drawer and knows how to catch a pose," the woman said and then suddenly looked intently at me and then at the painting.
"I got this invitation card for a private showing. Is Diane around?" I asked, handing her the card to avoid the question she seemed to be about to put. She looked at it and then smiled broadly.
"Oh yes, you looked familiar. Hi, I am Marianne, the owner of this gallery. Nice too meet you in person. It feels like I know you already. But I am afraid that Diane is out of town for a couple of weeks. But let me show you around."
Without waiting for my answer she started to tour me around the gallery explaining what made Diane's painting so interesting. I knew little about art but her explanations were direct and simple without all these nonsense and mumbo-jumbo that fill art articles. The journalist in me got interested to learn more and Marianne was a good teacher.
She took me around the gallery showing the differences between the three different motive areas; flowers, animals and man. She also pointed out the development in Diane's painting. The time flew away and it was soon closing time. I thought that I had to leave and asked if I could come back the following day.
"Oh, you don't have to go already. We haven't looked at the more private part of the exhibition, the one Diane meant in her note. I will be happy to show it to you. Just give me a minute to close up. Take a rest and I will be back soon."
She smiled and went to lock the door. I found a bathroom in the back. When I came out Marianne stood waiting. Her business jacket was gone. And yes, she really had an imposing rack that showed very nicely in a blouse that was one size too small. The button just under her bust was strained. The buttons above that were undone giving a generous view of two swelling half moons very nicely formed by a black bra. She acknowledged my obvious interest with a smile.
"Follow me," she said smiling mischievously and went to the back of the gallery where she opened a door to an inner room. She flicked a light switch and stood back to let me go in first. I took a step inside and stopped. There I was in several paintings and sketches.
I draw my breath when I saw a big painting right in front. It was the pose with the scythe but in this one I was fully erect. The scythe curved downwards and my cock curved upwards and the two lines met just outside the painting forming a half oval. The cock looked ready for action with a purple head shining from wetness. A drop of precome hang from the little eye. My cock twitched at the memory of Diane's mouth sucking it to full hardness.
"Excellent, isn't it? Just look at the composition and the colors. It´s very powerful," Marianne said behind me. She giggled. "Tell me, is your cock really curved like that? Diane said that she drew it just as it is and that was what caught her interest in the first place. I just wonder how she found out." She laughed throatily. "Tell me."
"Yes, it's true I am afraid. It curves like that when getting erect. But it's no problem. In fact women say they like it. It gives a different feeling they say, touches them differently from a straight one. I wouldn't know of course," I said boldly.
"Oh, I can imagine," Marianne said with another throaty laugh. "But take a look at this one," she said and turned me around with a hand on my elbow.
On the left wall was another big painting of me. This was the pose where I slumbered in the hay cock after Diane had fucked me to totally exhaustion.
"Very different isn't it? A man resting after a job well done, Diane calls it. No power at all, instead a total relaxation. I just wonder how you were able to look like that. Diane just said it was no problem at all." She laughed again.
I looked around the walls. There were quite a few paintings and sketches. Among them was one where I held a sword lowered to the ground again being very erect. I remembered how Diane had asked me to found something that looked like a sword and I had got a pole from an old fence. I had had no idea at that time what she intended but now I got a clear vision. A woman standing outside the picture where the spectator was had made me to surrender and transferred the power of the sword to the cock and made it ready for another type of battle.
After I had got a first look around Marianne again started to explain the art to me. It was very interesting as she did it very professionally. But her shining eyes and a slight tremble in her voice now and then told that she found the paintings arousing. But she explained that good paintings should have that effect on the spectator. That was what made the difference between the good and the bad.
I was aroused as well. Less from the paintings than from the memories of Diane and how lovely she had looked moving around my meadow in the nude. I felt her hands on my body, her lips kissing my cock and her mouth taking me in and sucking me to hardness. Marianne smiled now and then when she noticed my swelled cock and a couple of times she brushed against it with her hand or her ass.
"What about a drink," she finally said and led the way to her office. Behind a curtain was a small sink with a fridge and a cupboard. "Will a Martini do?" She asked and started to mix them without waiting for an answer. She handed me one.
"Cheers," she said raising her glass and took a good swallow. She sighed contentedly and settled in her chair waving me down in another. She started to make small talk, very pleasantly, and we had a good time. Too soon the drinks were finished and there was a brief silence.
"Any plans for tonight?" She suddenly asked. "Or will you join me for dinner?"
"Well no, I have no specific plans. I will be very happy to have dinner with you. Do I have to change? I don't know the requirements in this big city," I said a bit uncertain.
"No, not at all. You are just fine for the place I have in mind. Just give me a minute and we will be off." She rose and left the room.
She took me to a small restaurant a couple of minutes walk away. She obviously was a regular and immediately got a nice corner table.
