My Night with a Work of Art

My Night with a Work of Art

Ahh! Wednesday night came in a flash, yet felt like it took forever to get here. I spent most of the day getting all "dolled up" for my date with Mr. B. My best friend Brianna helped me pick out my entire look, literally from head to toe for the evening. With Brianna being a stylist, a bit of a control freak and my BFF, she was the obvious choice. I can still hear her sassy Latina voice ringing in my head.

"Ay, mami! He is going to worship you, like a goddess!"

"And if he doesn't, he doesn't have a pulse!"

I love her. Brianna's so confident and sexy. I wish I had some of her spice. Especially right now! Cause I was starting to feel like Quasimodo. I called Brianna in a panic.

"Brie, I need you to come over! Now!" I didn't wait for a response, before I hung up the phone. Fifteen minutes later, Brianna was letting herself into my apartment. She found me sitting on my bed, in my robe, with rollers still in my hair.

"What's wrong, chica? Why aren't you getting ready? Isn't your date, tonight?"

"Yes!! He's going to be here in like two hours! I'm freaking out!" I was rubbing my chest trying to calm down my racing heart.

"Okay, mami! Calm down. What's the problem?"

"Everything!! I feel all bloated and fat! What if he doesn't like the way I look?! What if I gained weight and the dress doesn't look right?! What if..."

Brianna grabbed me firmly by my shoulders and shook me. "Sahara!! Stop it! Don't make me slap you! Now breathe!" 

"Okay... you're right. I need to calm down." I took a few deep breaths and started to feel my heart rate slow down.

"Brie. Help me, please!"

"Of course, mami. I gotch you."

"Now let's get you ready. Go get dressed, I'll get my makeup case out the car. Rapido!"

Brianna worked her magic on me, but I was still nervous. 

"You look fabulous, chica!" Brianna was reveling in her work. "C'mon, give me a twirl." 

I twirled quite clumsily and I let my embarrassment show. Brianna just shook her head.

"No! Never show your oops! If you don't feel confident... fake it till you do! Being insecure is not sexy! Own your sexy, chica!"

She was right. I am sexy and Mr. B is into me. There was no reason for me to be nervous or insecure. "You're right, Brie."

Bbbbuuuzzzzz! That was Mr. B ringing my bell, in more ways than one. 

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"C'mon up."

Mr. B looked so handsome in his black suit and salmon colored shirt. His hematite, stud earrings looked like black pearls against his dark chocolate skin. His cologne subtle, yet intoxicating. I could feel my inner walls throbbing. It was amazing the immediate effect this man had on me. Mr. B presented me a lovely bouquet of purple tulips.

"Lovely flowers for a lovely lady."

"Thank you. They're beautiful."

"Hola. Vaya! Aren't you handsome?" I almost forgot Brianna was here.

"I'm sorry. This is my best friend, Brianna. Brianna this is Mr. B." Brianna held her hand out to shake his hand. Mr. B being the gentleman he is, gently accepted her hand and placed a simple kiss upon it. Brianna being the dramatic person she is placed her free hand on her chest and swooned as if she was an extra in "Gone with the Wind"

"Let me just put these flowers in some water, then we can go." Mr. B stopped me for a moment to place a kiss on my lips. I felt like I was floating on air. Flowers in a vase and out the door Mr. B and I went. But of course not without Brianna sending us off with her "trying to be funny" comment. 

"Don't get caught doing something nasty!" Brianna's laughter following Mr. B and I to the elevator. "I'm going to kill her!" I thought to myself.

Mr. B rented a car service to chauffeur us to the art opening. "Oh, you rented a car."

"Yes. I knew you'd be so beautiful that I wouldn't be able to concentrate on driving." Mr. B was such a romantic and he had me eating out the palm of his hand.

"You're looking quite tasty yourself." I retorted. Mr. B had his strong hand on my thigh and was placing kisses upon my neck. Just before we arrived at the gallery, Mr. B whispered to me. "Let's play a game? I'm going to guess what kind and color panties you have on, in three guesses."

I was intruged. "And if you guess correctly?"

"You have to give them to me." Mr. B stared at me with those hypnotic, brown eyes.

"And what do I get if you don't?" I asked.

"Whatever you want. But I'll be winning this game. Don't worry... you'll like it when I win. I promise." Mr. B's confidence was such a turn on. 

"Deal" and I sealed it with a kiss.

Mr. B held the door open for me and we sauntered in with his hand at the small of my back. It seemed like all eyes were on us for more than a brief moment. I leaned in closer to Mr. B. "Is it me or are they staring at us?"

Mr. B retorted with "No one is looking at me. All eyes are on my lovely date. The women wished they looked as scrumptious as you and the men wished you were on their arm."

"Now, let our game begin." Mr. B handed me a glass of champagne. "My first guess is, a sheer thong. Chocolate brown to match your mahogany skin."

"Incorrect, but nice try." I placed a kiss on his cheek and walked away to go mingle. I knew Mr. B was staring at my ass. He enjoyed watching me walk. After talking with a few of the other guest and admiring the art work. Mr. B came up behind me, placing his hand on my hip.

"Cheating are we?" I teased Mr. B, suggesting he was trying to see if he could feel the outline of my panties through my dress.

"Aren't we smart, but no my dear. I shall win fare and square. As a matter of fact. I'm going to win, right now. You're wearing a lacey tanga, the color of a nicely aged Bordeaux." Mr. B felt my body tense slightly. He knew he guessed right. "My God! How did he do that? And he didn't even need three chances!" 

"So when would you like your prize?" I asked wearing a cunning smile. There was a second floor, but it was only being used by the wait staff.
 "Meet me upstairs in five minutes." Mr. B instructed. He excused himself and I went to the ladies room to freshen my makeup.
I went upstairs and found Mr. B by the balcony, overlooking the party going on downstairs. I stroked the back of his head alerting Mr. B of my presence. He turned and placed his hands on my waist and pushed me up agaisnt a pillar, away from the railing. We could hear some of the wait staff filling glasses of champagne, wine and grabbing trays of hors d'oeuvres just fifty feet or so away. Mr. B went to one knee and slid both hands up my thighs under my dress. He slowly pulled down my panties to my ankles. Then Mr. B lifted each of my feet to claim the prize of my panties. He looked me deep into my eyes and sniffed at the wet spot I left in the crotch. Then put the panties in the breast pocket of his suit jacket. "Are we aroused?" Mr. B asked a question he already knew the answer to. He placed a hand at my throat and kissed me deeply and passionately. Taking my breath away. Then Mr. B placed me close to the balcony railing. He stood behind me and hiked my dress up in the back. Reaching his hand around under my dress, Mr. B began to massage my clit, making it swell with pleasure. All while kissing my neck and whispering in my ear.
"Does this turn you on? Me playing with your delicious pussy, while a party is going on? No one knows you're being a naughty girl."
"Hmm. Yyeessss." I moaned. I could feel his cock getting hard. I reached behind to unzip Mr. B's fly, but he was massaging my clit so well that my hand was fumbling. Mr. B unzipped his pants and pulled his rock hard lingam out. He dipped down slightly to line up with my now dripping wet yoni and slid inside me. I let out a seductive moan.
"No screaming. You don't want to get caught being a bad girl." Mr. B whispered. I gripped at the railing as Mr. B thrust balls deep inside me. My wetness drenching his dick. I was so wet, that Mr. B pulled his pants down so I wouldn't get the front of his trousers drenched like his dick. My God! The combination of Mr. B's amazing dick with the risk of getting caught was such a rush. My legs started to shake. I could feel the wave of a strong orgasm about to crash. My breathing becoming ragged and I pushed back into Mr. B, fucking him as he fucked me. Mr. B's hands gripping my hips as I grinded harder. I reached under my dress and massaged my clit. Oh, Mr. B was fucking me well, indeed! He started going harder making my ass jiggle against his pelvis with each stroke. My walls began pulsating around his cock. I had to put my hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. "My God, yyeeesss! I'm cumming! Ooohhhh ssshhiittt! Yo dick is sooo gggoooodddd!" 
I came so hard on Mr. B's cock. Then he pulled out and his cum skeeted on the floor. Mr. B held me close, his forehead resting on my back as I was still bent over, aftershocks of my intense orgasm hitting me. Mr. B had one arm wrapped around my waist his other hand holding his wet cock.
After Mr. B and I finally caught our breath, we decided to leave the party to head back to my place.

...to be continued.