Art in Reality Ch. 01-02

'I could eat. I guess it's getting quite late. No doubt you'll want to send me on my way soon?'

'Certainly not until after you've eaten pancakes?' he said with a questioning look.

'Hell yes. How do you just know what I want to eat?'

'I think what I'd want to eat,' he replied as he stood and wandered towards the kitchen. 'Stay put, it won't take long.'

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She strolled around the room, taking a closer look at the artwork on the walls and leafing through a few of the many books lining the shelves.

'Sugar and lemon, Katie?' he shouted from the kitchen.

'Yes please,' she called back.

As she meandered about, she wondered what was going to come next. It felt like life was on pause. She had never felt so comfortable in someone's company and could scarcely believe it had only been about twenty four hours since she first laid eyes on him. She felt a deep connection.

He was such a gentleman, but she knew he was interested in her. She had felt his physical arousal pressing against her as they had kissed. She decided that if the opportunity presented itself to go further, she would take it.

At that moment he walked into the room carrying a tray.

'In here or at the kitchen table?' he asked.

'In here,' she answered and returned to the sofa.

He nudged a switch to put some music on and sat down with the tray of pancakes.

'Mmmm, these are good,' she spoke through her first mouthful.

'It's the secret ingredient I use.'

'Oh yes?'

'I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you,' he said archly.

'Share your secret and I'll make it worth your while,' she smiled coyly and fluttered her eyelashes.

'Coconut oil. Fry them in coconut oil,' he mumbled quickly.

'Ah, that's what it is. I couldn't put my finger on it.'

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When they had finished eating, Peter stretched his arms back and groaned slightly as he rolled his head from side to side.

'You alright?' she asked.

'Yes, fine. Just a slight crick in my neck. I think I slept funny.'

'Not as funny as I slept,' she said with a cheeky grin. 'You need a shower. Warm water will help.'

'It'll be fine,' he said, sinking back into the sofa.

'Go and have a shower.'

He looked at her quizzically for a moment, then obeyed without comment.

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As he dried himself off in the bathroom, he considered his options. Put his clothes back on? Or something else? He really liked Katie and was enthusiastic to move their relationship on, but he did not want to blow it by pushing too far too soon. Though it felt much longer, it had only been a day.

Their kiss by the bench had been remarkably erotic though. He was sure she was interested in him, in more than just a friendly way.

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He made up his mind. He wrapped just a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom. Depending on her reaction, he could claim to be on his way to get more comfy clothes, if he needed to. He hoped she would appreciate the parody of the situation the evening before.

Stepping into the living room, he cast his eyes about, looking for her to no avail.

'I'm in here,' he heard her call from the bedroom.

Suddenly shyness raced to the fore. He hesitated for a long moment before slowly creeping onwards.

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She watched him enter the room cautiously. She stopped breathing as he came into sight. He was good looking. Not overly bulky with muscles, but well toned. Fit from plenty of long walks over rough countryside. From her earlier exploration she vividly recalled his tight bum.

'Come and lie down on your tummy,' she said softly, gesturing to the bed, which she had stripped of covers.

He did not move.

'I won't bite,' she flashed a smile. 'I'm going to massage your neck better.'

A small smile broke on his lips and he moved to the bed to lie down.

He was on his front, with the towel still wrapped about his waist, and was surprised as she quickly jumped onto the bed and straddled him. Her thighs gripped his torso as her bottom hovered above his lower back.

Her hands started rubbing his neck and shoulders. They were warm and glided easily across his skin like silk.

'Coconut oil is good for more than just frying pancakes,' she said quietly.

He relaxed under her as she worked her magic; using her body weight, she pressed deeply to massage his muscles. Gradually she expanded her attention from his neck to his whole back, sliding her hands up and down his torso.

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He lost all track of time and space, focusing solely on the intense physical contact and sense of her presence.

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He felt the mattress shift slightly and her hands float away from him. He turned and lifted his head slightly to see her standing at the foot of the bed.

'Roll over,' she said plainly.

He obeyed and was lying on his back, with head and shoulders propped up slightly on pillows, before realising his situation.

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Her eyes met his, then slowly drifted down, past his lips, down his neck, across his chest, then abdomen, down to where the towel rested across his middle. A pronounced outline was cast where his erect penis lifted the towel like a tent above his hips, before falling again to define each of his legs.

A small smile teased across her lips. 'Well I seem to have succeeded in removing the stiffness from your neck, only for it to pop up somewhere else.'

She bent low and reached out. Her movement allowed him a brief glimpse down beneath the material of her top. His eyes penetrated the darkness beneath the fabric just far enough to catch a glimpse of the two inner curves of her breasts. She grasped the towel with both hands and slowly stood straight, drawing the cover down across his body; exposing him.

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His penis pulsed slightly, in time with the beating of his heart. His balls slowly rolled and draw in closer to his torso as they respond to the cool air now flowing across his body. Dropping the towel to the floor she stood and looked.

As she tried to take in the full vista, each sweep of her eyes stalled momentarily, lingering at the focal point of his masculine body. The prominent, bold, shaft of his erection.

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She considered, and decided. Her eyes met his and she raised her hands to the top button of her shirt. She began.

Her fingers danced, pushing inwards between her breasts and then down across the flat plain of her abdomen, releasing each button until the shirt hung loose. Beneath the shirt was a thin layer of cream cotton, wrapped tight around her skin. Her hands returned to the collar of the shirt and she parted the curtains. The material resisted, clinging desperately to the inner cotton covering each smooth breast, all the way until it reached the outer curves, where it relinquished its hold and flicked suddenly across her shoulders. Her fingers, hands and arms relaxed and the shirt crumpled onto the floor.

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His eyes did not brake their contact with hers, until they were tricked by the sudden movement of her tugging the strap of her belt. The metal clasp was withdrawn from the hole in the soft leather and released its grip on her hips. She pulled the buckle outwards, away from her naval, drawing the full length of the belt free of her jeans. It dangled momentarily, before she flicked it forward, to land on the bed.

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Her exquisite fingers set to work again, pulling firmly, against the resistance of the denim, popping each button down the front of her jeans. Her hands cast a shadow across the rent in the material, denying observation of what lay beneath.

In an instant, she turned on the spot.

A smooth motion of each arm revealed the task of her thumbs. Each one was hooked into the band of her jeans, as they circled her waist, drawing the denim away from her hips. They paused, at the nape of back. Her head turned slowly, profiling her face and allowing her eyes a sidelong look at her man. He was transfixed by the denim hugging her body. She remained still.

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He could bear it no longer, his eyes snapped up to meet hers. In that instant she moved, drawing her hands, thumbs still hooked in the waistband of her jeans, down across her buttocks. His eyes flicked back down, watching the slow revealing of her bottom.

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Each cheek was enclosed in ribbed cotton. The lowering of the denim continued, the cotton edges of her underwear drew closer, converging towards the centre line of her bum. Revealing skin. Smooth, soft skin. The curve of each cheek passed the crease, where buttock becomes thigh. The seat of her jeans passed the curve of her bottom and then hung from her thumbs, which hung in turn at the end of her extended arms.

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A momentary pause.

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Her back began to arch forward. Rolling her torso away. Lowering her arms, lowering her jeans, revealing her legs as her bottom rose, tightened and curved. Her head, her shoulders, her torso disappeared from his sight. Leaving two columns of smooth skin, topped by a peach of perfect flesh. His mind recalled the feeling of his hand wrapped around that perfect bottom from earlier that morning.

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She languished there. Hanging, relaxed, from the sturdy columns of her legs. She rocked gently, shifting her centre of balance from foot to foot. She raised and lowered her shoulders, loosening and relaxing the muscles in her neck, shoulder blades and back.

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He noticed the tightening of tendons and the shift of her hips as she started to roll back up to standing. Her vest had crept up her torso, revealing two concave dimples in the curve of her back, above her bottom, forming a perfect counterpoint to the prominent jutting angles of her shoulder blades.

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She stepped out of her jeans, turning to face him as she did. Her eyes reacquainted themselves with the details of his anatomy. He lay there, having not moved a muscle. The only change being his penis, which was now bigger and more rigid than before. The added length had caused the foreskin to pull back slightly; stretched taught around the bulbous head of his cock, allowing a glimpse of the smooth, dark red structure beneath.

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As her eyes savoured the anticipation of what was to come, she felt her emotions made manifest in her body. Her heart rate increased, blood rushed to her skin, colouring her face and chest with a hot glow. She felt her nipples tighten and begin to strain against the fabric of her vest. Between her legs, a warmth spread outwards from the depths of her femininity. She could feel the course touch of the hitherto soft cotton of her underwear pushing, pressing, resisting the blossoming outer petals of her flower.

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She hooked her thumbs into the gap between her knickers and tummy, formed by her protruding hip bones. Without ceremony she slipped the underwear down, revealing the short curls of hair covering her pubis. Each hand swiftly circled her panties and pulled them over her buttocks, and allowed them to free fall, down her legs, to the floor.

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Looking down upon his naked form she prepared for the final stage of her unwrapping. Crossing her hands, she lightly clasped the lower edge of her vest. The slow rise of her arms began to peel the tight fabric away from her body. Her neat oval tummy button was the only punctuation in her otherwise smooth lower abdomen. To each side, the ridges betraying the structural core muscles of her torso, guided his eyes upwards as they tracked the rolling material. The fabric gathered, folding up like a concertina below her breasts. Her hands continued their slow ascent. The material was dragged upwards, first compressing, then lifting the yielding softness of her bosoms. As the lower curve of each breast became visible, he held his breath in anticipation.

Each erect nipple burst free of the cotton, signaling a shift of pressure that allowed her breasts to drop slightly, bouncing back to their natural resting place.

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The last scrap of her material covering was at the level of her eyes, entangling her arms and blinding her sight.

She paused.

All but naked.

Savouring the sensation of vulnerability. Her posture, her body, open, undefended, being observed.

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Finally she extended her arms, fulling stretching, lengthening her entire body. Head upturned, her lips were pulled slightly apart. The last of her hair slipped from the grasping cotton and she was free of clothes.

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He breathed again. His chest expanded and contracted and his heart thundered within. They gazed at each other for several long moments.

Then she moved.

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She reached forward and placed her hands on his shins, feeling the soft short hair that covers his legs. Her hands rolled inwards towards his inner calves and then glided upwards towards his knees. When she reached the midpoint of his legs, she pushed outwards as well us upwards, spreading his legs wider, giving her space to move between them. Her hands then caressed his inner thighs, moving slowly upwards towards his groin. His balls tightened in anticipation of the touch that was about to come.

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But contact was not made. With the palms of her hands flat on his inner thighs she extended each thumb and glided them both symmetrically up; up across his perineum, up to where the skin of his sack met his torso. The thumbs then parted company and continued their journey, following the connecting line of scrotum and torso. Her hands followed, circling up and around, fingers pushing through the short curls of pubic hair, until they reach the flat field of muscle of his lower abdomen. Then outwards, across his hips and onto the bed, one on each side of his body.

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She was kneeling between his legs. Her arms formed a triangular pyramid. Between them he could see her breasts, curving down below her torso. The lowest point of each, marked by a dark, protruding nipple.

Her thighs were vertical, pushing her bottom slightly higher than her shoulders and affording him a view across the full length of her back. Her shoulder blades formed sharp symmetrical ridges. Between these, the indentation of her spine created a long flowing line, connecting her shoulders with the dimples on her lower back. At this point, her waist curved dramatically inwards to its narrowest point, before boldly sweeping back out to the full width of her hips. At the furthest distance across the valley, he saw the perfectly smooth arches of the top of her bottom.

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His visual journey continued in his minds eye. He imagined the view from the foot of the bed. The dramatic sight of her bottom held high by the strong lines of muscle in her long legs. He imagined the exquisite path of her inner thighs as they rose up and met, forming a bell shaped crease in her skin where legs meet cheeks and torso. And in the centre of this convergence of flesh, boldly exposed, the blossoming petals of her womanhood.

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She hovered above him. Her head was raised as she explored the features and emotions written upon his face. A small smile creased her lips and her eyes began to wander. Down across his chin and flowing along his neck. Down across his broad chest, taking in the lines of his collar bones. Down across his abdomen. Down and down to the hot erection below her.

Looking straight down, she saw a small bead of juice had formed on the very tip of his penis. Squeezed out by the huge pressure, excitement and anticipation within. She lowered her head, extended her tongue and licked the salty droplet from off the end of his cock.

He gasped at the sudden sensation.

She raised her head back up and met his gaze.

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She licked her lips.

She lowered her head once more.

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Extending and forming her tongue into a rigid point, she delicately glided it's warmth and wetness across the tiny slit at the top of his penis. She slowly circled, withdrawing quickly at each twitch of his member, to prevent any more extensive contact. She slid the tip of her tongue down from the slit, to one of the raised ridges on the underside of the head, before returning to the top and gliding down to the other ridge. She alternated between the two, before retracting her tongue to her mouth and resupplying it with moisture. When the point of her tongue reemerged it moved directly, purposefully, to the small triangle of skin on the underside of his erection. This small patch of skin was the connection point, the focal point, the most sensitive area of his penis. The tongue glided with the lightest of touches, up and down, up and down. He let out a deep gasp as his hips involuntarily rose with the sensation. She quickly moved her hands, pushing her body weight down onto his hips, pinning him in place.

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Her eyes flicked up. She saw him watching.

He was watching her licking his dick.

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His chest shuddered erratically up and down, drawing tiny gasps of breath. She lowered her eyes back down to the focus of her activity. Her tongue softened, becoming a gentle pad of silky warmth, ready to explore the full length of his penis. She ran her tongue down the underside of his shaft, following the ridge down towards the base of the erection. Her tongue moved freely, slowly but continuously, guided by mindless instinct and whim. It undulated across every part of his erection, following the lines of veins, pressing firmly agains the shaft, rolling across the head, circling the foreskin and reaching around the base.

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His eyes were closed. He relaxed. The tensions in his body slipped away as he enjoyed the rolling waves of sensation.

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He realised that the movement had stopped.

Opening his eyes he saw that she had raised herself, straightening her back, sitting on her knees between his legs.

She was looking at him, smiling gently. He, suddenly shy, smiled back.

She leant forward, arching over him, her nipples lightly brushed against his chest. She kissed his lips.

She coiled back down the bed, on her hands and knees, between his legs. His eyes wandered again, rediscovering the sheer beauty of her form. She relaxed forward and laid a tender kiss in the tip of his penis.

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A second kiss. This one lingered.

Her lips were pursed together, resting on the top of his erection.

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He began to feel her push.

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She held her lips firmly together but pushed her head downwards. Gradually his penis pushed slowly into her mouth. Slowly, slowly her lips slid across the smooth, firm head of his cock. With a sudden pop, her lips passed the widest part and closed firmly around the top of his shaft. The bulbous end of his erection was held in her mouth.

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He felt the warmth of her mouth seeping into him. She felt the twitches and pulses of his excitement. He felt her silky wet tongue pressing against his glans. She felt the firm smoothness of his skin. He looked into her eyes. She looked into his eyes.

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One of her hands rose from the bed. She placed it on his chest, then slid it down across his skin, across his abdomen, across the short curls of his pubic hair. She wrapped the hand around his erection, grasping it, feeling its strength and bound energy. She slid the hand down his shaft, feeling its length. At the base of his penis, the hand opened and rolled down across his balls. The fingers danced lightly between each sphere, feeling their size, feeling their weight. She felt his penis strain against her mouth and watched his chest tighten as he drew ragged breaths.

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The hand then floated up and away. Up towards her heart. Up to where it made contact with one breast. She cupped it, feeling its weight and its yielding, soft mass. She felt her erect nipple pushing into the palm of her hand. She rolled the hand around, grazing and teasing the tip of her nipple into a hard point of arousal.

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The hand then slid along, down between each breast, down across the sternum of her rib cage, across her warm tummy. The fingers spread as they brushed through the short curls of hair over her pubic bone. The fingers slid between her legs and stroked the soft skin of her labia majoris to each side of her blossoming flower. Gradually the fingers closed in; gently exploring the delicate layers of skin surrounding her vagina. Her breathing deepened. Holding his penis in her mouth, she breathed through her nose, blowing gusts of air down across his shaft and tickling his pubic hair. As her fingers closed in on her vaginal opening they encountered the silky oil which was emerging from within. Wet now, the fingers glided smoothly across her skin.