We had Sex in your Art Studio

My body is your canvas.

He asked me if I wanted to privately tour his studio.

Me: Really? Artists or staff or public?🤷‍♀️

BroadStrokes: Sundays quiet. Not many people around. Not open to the public that day. All good! 😎

Hmmm. Tempting. So tempting.

When we first started talking, we joked about a tour. I thought he was kidding now as we needed to keep some space between our work lives.

B: we’re grownups. We can control our urges.😜

Foreshadowing at its finest.

So on a Sunday afternoon, I left to run some errands. I had things I could get from shops in his neck of the woods.

A cold day but bright and sunny, I drove thru back roads and quiet farms. It didn’t take long to get there.

The studio is a collection of artists, so it’s well known in the area for anyone who understands art and painting, that is. It was easy to find, and I parked nearby.

I rang the bell. One of the other artists came out and said they weren’t open. My cover story was that I was a local artist hoping to join the collective and was getting a studio tour today. I told her that I had an appointment with BroadStrokes, and she let me in.

It was a bright and airy space. Lots of windows. Just what you’d expect for a gallery. She went back to find Broadstrokes while I perused some paintings for sale.

My affair partner walked into view very quietly and asked in a low tone, “I hear you’re looking for a tour?”

He looked so cute. Smiling sweetly, I replied, “yes. I’m Clara. We talked on the phone about my interest in joining the studio.”

The other artist wandered off to her own space, leaving us alone.

He looked at me and whispered, “hi.”

I whispered hi back.

“Follow me,” and we strode back to his personal studio.

Thru a network of stairs and corridors, we walked up to a lofty space full of windows facing west. Painters love natural light. He talked about his materials, work, completed pieces, and the collective. I love hearing him talk about art.

He wandered over to a dark corner away from the windows. “Come here,” and held out his paint-covered hand. I glided his way.

He started peeling off the layers. First went the mask, followed by the winter hat and gloves. Heavy jacket to follow. We kissed deeply and passionately. I wanted to inhale him.

Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. Under the shirts as far as we could reach. I didn’t wear a bra because my AP loves the girls. So when he found them accessible, he laughed then groaned. My breasts are more than a handful.

My hand went to his jeans and found a hard cock just waiting to be touched and sucked.

Thru the kisses, he said that we needed to be quick. Anyone could walk in.

He turned me around to face the wall. He gently spread my legs and pulled my bum back towards him. It was comfortable with my hands holding me steady. He slipped his hand down under my pants and panties. He found me wet.

While he finger fucked me, he squeezed my hips and ass, and I could feel his hard cock grinding into me. I had to keep it down, so I bit my lips hard to not cry out.

The open space echoed every sigh, grunt, and groan.

I came quietly with an enormous gush on his fingers. Turning me around, he pulled his hand out of my panties and licked every finger clean. Very slowly. Very deliberately. I was dying to kiss him. He’s so sensual. A quick kiss, and then I turned my attention to him.

There was a paint-splattered stool nearby. As he undid his belt and jeans, I pulled up the chair, sat, and pulled him close to me.

His cock was hard and long and dripping with pre-cum. My favorite treat.

With both hands on his ass, I pulled him in, sucking him in deep, swirling around his tip. I ran my tongue and mouth up and down his shaft. His cock was swelling up and getting thicker in my mouth. I could feel him moving in my mouth.

I went deep as his hands went into my hair. He gently guided me back and forth until I could feel him tense, ready to come.

He did come quietly and spurted into my mouth. I don’t always swallow, but I didn’t mind it this time.

We heard steps on the stairs. Oh no. Quickly he put himself back to rights and walked over to intercept the person before they could walk in. I hopped up out of the chair, masked up, hat on and jacket in hand.

When BroadStrokes and another artist walked in, I was halfway across the room looking at a work in progress.

The other artist asked if I was thinking about joining the collective. I nodded and said, ‘yes, it’s a great space, and the tour is fantastic”.

I looked at BroadStrokes, thanked him for his time, and told him I’d see myself out.

I smiled broadly all the way home.

When I first meet my AP. He’s very sweet! And can make this girl cum!

Another sexy day. This time while working from home.