My heart skips a bit, but there’s no one there.

Sighing in relief, I straighten my clothes as my eyes linger over Sofia. She has an amazing touch of class and composure. She smiles as she pulls her clothes back together, eyes glittering, bright and warm.

She had seemed so cold at first, saying little and just drinking us in with her big dark eyes. Today, she laughed and smiled, and there’s a tender look in her eyes as she takes my hand and leans into me.

I really wanted to show her this painting. I knew we would be on the same wavelength, and I knew it would make her as horny as it made me.

We wander back into the main exhibits and walk the halls. She knows very little about art and its history, but to my absolute delight, she picks out paintings I like, and we discuss them.

I am in awe of her. I never thought I would find someone to discuss my favorite paintings with, let alone someone beautiful and classy, and someone who can fuck like a porn queen.

We enter a gallery room that’s a little quieter than the others, and she strokes my palm with her thumb as we walk along. She looks deep into the bright brush strokes, and I feel her slipping away, mind wandering off into private thoughts.

Who is she? What secrets haunt her mind?

I don’t care. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s only been minutes since our last fuck, and I’m getting hard all over again.

I grab her shoulders and turn her to me, kissing her, feeding my tongue slowly into her mouth. My arms go around her, and I crush her to my chest, forcing my head onto hers, pressing our lips together even harder.

She pushes back, coming up on her toes to meet me, devouring me. I moan into her as I pull her toward me, grinding my hips against her. At the same time I reach around and grab her ass.

“You need more,” she whispers against my lips, her hands coming up to stroke my face and hair.

She draws her nails across my scalp and sends shivers down my spine. I bring one hand up to stroke her tits, feeling the nipples start to poke out. I kiss her neck, keeping one hand on her ass.

From her nipples, I move lower, until I reach under her skirt and feel her wet pussy.

At the same time, her hands move to my shoulders and slides down my arms. She pulls back and grins at me, beginning to sink to her knees. I look over at the two entrances to the room, both on opposite walls, and I realize anyone could just walk in.

This knowledge adds to the excitement.

I’m so hard my pants are becoming tight as my cock struggles to be free. Sofia undoes the belt, smiling up at me. I stand still, looking into her face as she takes care of the button and zipper.

With a final grin, she grabs my ass cheeks in both hands and the look—Oh god, the look of hunger on her face!

Her mouth opens, her eyes close, and she lunges at me like a lioness, swallowing my huge hard cock in one wet mouthful. I feel her tongue on my shaft as she draws me out then back down again, ever so slowly.

She controls the motion. Her hands on my ass squeeze and knead and again I think of big cats, pawing, prodding, sinking in their claws.

I’m nothing but prey. I’m being eaten alive.

I don’t ever want it to stop. I’m so tempted to grab her hair, but she knows what she’s doing. I have never seen a woman savor a dick so much.

She wraps one hand along the thick hard shaft, lapping at the head, sliding it in and out around her lips while one hand strokes the shaft firmly and fast. She puts both hands on my ass again, squeezes my cheeks as she deep throats the whole thing again.

Her hands press on my cheeks, and her mouth hungrily gulps at my cock. There’s so much pressure I can’t help but start to rock. I look up, sighing, and remember where we are.

A small chuckle escapes me as I hear voices nearby, and my nerves get a jolt, but it only makes me harder.

Sofia moves back to the head, flicking her tongue around it, taking her time as my poor cock gets harder and harder. She’s so slow, so deliberate, drawing the pleasure out as much as she can. With a moan of pure ecstasy, she gobbles it down again, her mouth flush against me, cock all the way down her throat.

I put one hand on the back of her head, thrusting into her as hard as I can.

She takes one hand off my ass and reaches under her chin to grab my balls. I stiffen up, both spine and cock, moaning now. I don’t give a fuck who hears.

She rolls my balls between her soft fingers, pressing them lightly and teasing them. Goosebumps run from her fingers, up my spine, across my scalp and down my arms. I pump her head on my cock, feeling it coming and holding her firmly as my cock jerks, and I pour cum down her throat.

I hold her still for a few seconds, just gasping at the force of the orgasm. I release her, shaking, backing up against the wall. She gives me the coyest grin I’ve ever seen as she gets up.

She wipes her mouth and does up my pants for me while I shake like a leaf. She’s looking into my eyes, stroking my face.

There’s a noise at the door, and an elderly couple walk in with a member of staff. I feel a hot shock go through me.

“Are you alright, young man?” the old woman asks. “We contacted security because we heard moaning. I thought you were ill or being robbed.”

I can’t speak. I just stare in shock and disbelief. Sophia smiles and takes my hand, as easy going as a summer breeze.

“He was just a bit ill for a moment. Thank you for your concern. We’d better get going now.”

She leads me out by the hand.

As we pass the door, we start giggling like teenagers.