Ebony & Ivory Erotic Tales: Art Festival (3 page)

Getting To Know Sandro

The beaches in Malta were fabulous and walking barefoot in the pristine sand was like nothing that Katrina had ever felt before. She was happy that she’d planned the trip an
d even happier that she had met Sandro Peruzzi along the way. She loo
ked over at the beautiful man strolling through the sand with her. It only seemed fitting for the two of them to get a morning watching the sun come up walking the beach since the night before they had watched the sun set on the beautiful ocean.

They had walked out to gather up what they’d left on the beach the night before. Sandro had fixed them a light breakfast and thought a very early walk on the beach watching the sun would be a perfect way to end the night. Plus he wanted to show her something before she left.
They spent a few hours gathering shells along the coast. Katrina loved this part of the water the most, the sand was more mud than sand and it felt fantastic as she walked along letting it squeeze between her toes. She loved the sensuality of the warm gooiness against her skin. Katrina followed Sandro back to their rooms, excited
for what he was about to show her.

She expected Sandro to lead her to an area full of artwork from someone she hadn’t heard of or even someone she had heard of. The house was elegant enough to be a showcase for artists ten times over. As they walked up the open staircase and turned down a wing she hadn’t been down she thought to ask, “What do you need to show me?” 

Sandro kept leading the way, excitement filling his eyes as though he was years younger.
I never took you into the master bedroom.” He said and Katrina had to smile at the way he said this.

“The master bedroom? Here I thought you were about to take me to a secret art showing. I hope this is some bedroom.” She laughed again because the house seemed like it could easily have more than some bedroom. Just as she was picturing what this suite of rooms might look like Sandro opened another door. 
He led her into a room that was white marble with columns outlying several doorways. He showed her the largest bathroom she had ever seen, followed by the most exquisite walk in closet and finally a room that had a sauna and a sunken tub.
The room looked like it belonged in a museum.

“I hope you’re ready to do it all over again. But this time I thought we’d bring it indoors.” He gestured for her to come over between two pillars.
  He undid the strings of her strappy black bikini to reveal the beautiful skin beneath. In the past night he’d grown to know every inch of her lean body.

He bent to grab something attached to the pillar.
With a red silk rope Sandro tied Katrina’s wrist to one pillar and then her other wrist to the o
pposing
pillar. He repeated the process with her ankles to
place this
gorgeous woman standing, spread e
agle and naked for his pleasure in the entrance to the bathing room.
The rooms were open to the warm breeze flowing in off
the Mediterranean and though it
was quite warm Katrina’s prominent nipples stood erect atop her large, tear-dropped shaped breasts. Sandro kn
ew this would be the influence
for his next
series of
painting
s
. This tall woman with perfect breasts and shoulders, standing with the curve of her hips spread wider by the position she was constrained in.
He rose to tie a blindfold around her head hiding those magnificent eyes of hers.

He was excited at the opportunity to have his way with this woman and it showed in the impressive erection beneath his beach shorts.
He left her tied to the columns and went to the kitchen. He came back carrying
a
glass of ice in one hand and approached the blindfolded, constrained beauty.
He paused for a moment watching how her breasts rose with every breath she took.
He circled her
, ducking under the ropes and
tracing a line across her skin with one warm finger before dipping his hand into the glass to retrieve an ice cube.

Sandro knelt behind Katrina’s beautiful, round ass and traced a line between her cheeks with the ice cube. He watched her squirm away from him, straining against her restraints. He loved the dimple she got on one cheek of her ass when her muscles tightened with pleasure. He hadn’t been able to get the dimple out of his head since the first time he saw it. He ran is finger after the
stream of water down Katrina’s smooth skin. He teased the top of her ass with the tip of his tongue and watch
ed her rock forward in delight, her long fingers spreading out against their ropes.

The man ran his hands up and down her waist, letting them rest on her hips. Then he
buried his chin in Katrina’s very sensitive tailbone, teasing as though he would trail down to her
opening
. His hands worked the front of her, spreading her lips to expose the rosebud of her clitoris. Sandro loved the sensation of his hand over
her slick wet skin
and playing inside a steamy pussy. He loved working the skin and squeezing her close while she couldn’t move away. He rose and circled around to th
e front of her, without removing his hand from between her thighs.
He continuously worked his fingers ready to bring her to another pleasurable orgasm.

He continued working her pussy and watching her twist in pleasure. He bit at her nipples and said softly, “If this gets to be too much then I w
ant you to tell me to pace myself.”
She nodded her head in agreement.

He wo
rked his fingers deeper in side; she was hot and felt great against his fingers. He pinched her nipples and then moved to step behind her.  From here he pushed her
forward so he could enter her wet depths from behind. He loved the angle she was at and the way it pushed him against her g-point. He knotted his hands into her hair and pulled her head back biting her neck as he pushed deep inside her. He loved watching her move against her restraints. Loved watching her give into to the pleasure with her voice and loved the fact that she couldn’t see what he was going to do next.

He pushed harder and harder and just as it seemed she was about to cum he pulled out, moving to stand in front of her and watch
ing
her whimper. She looked radiant and sensual all at once. He pinched her nipples, hard and then moved around behind her again. Sandro drew back and smacked Katrina’s ass sharply, the mark of his hand showed in a faint red print across one cheek. She moaned and her feet turned inward against the restraints.
He smacked her again, repeatedly.

He plunged his dick back into her, rocking her forward with the motion. Katrina caught her breath and then shivered with pleasure. Sandro started working her clit in circles, fast and powerful while he guided his shaft in and out of her. He wanted to make her cum on his prick. He bit her shoulder, pumping smooth motions in and out of her
as he worked her to greater pleasure with his hands. He had never been with a woman that gave herself so freely to lovemaking. Just as he was thinking this he felt Katrina spasm and her muscles clamp around his cock. The sensation pushed him into his own orgasm. The two of them jerked together for a moment and then Sandro moved away to release her.

The rest of the afternoon was spent talking about art. They shared stories of who was an up and coming sensation and who they thought was relatively lame. They talked about what direction her gallery should head and where she would find good examples of this type of work. Sandro had plenty of ideas for Katrina’s gallery and she was happy to hear them. They spent hours discussing what they might do and how they would see each other again as well.

“Of course we could always just decide to just stay in Malta.” Sandro had just been explaining how fantastic the light was here when he made this suggestion. Katrina laughed it off claiming the impossibility of it. This lead to further discussion on how developing a deeper relationship might not be the direction they needed to rush into. It was a comfortable conversation in which both of them agreed perhaps seeing each other occasionally might be best for the time being.

Making Arrangments

Though staying in Malta like the two of them had joked about wasn’t an option, coming back in a few months was. They talked about writing and finally settled on not making any pre-arranged communication plans. Sure, they exchanged contact information but neither one thought that it was important that they make a point of setting up times for dates or phone calls. They would show up and see where their romance took them again. Perhaps it would grow into a further, deep commitment and perhaps it would forever remain their secret retr
eat. Either way, neither Sandro
nor Katrina would ever think of a
Mediterranean
beach in the same way again.
They decided coming back to reignite their lust at least in a few months and on into the future would be a great way to get started.

They had spent this last afternoon of Sandro’s going over the work that Katrina had picked up at the festival. They shared ideas on how best to manage the artists that Katrina had picked up and what would be a great layout for the work once she got it home. It was during this conversation that Sandro stated he needed to paint
her. He said it simply and without providing the opportunity for Katrina to deny him. Before Katrina had become a water color
artist she had been a ballerina. She’d told him the full story and how s
he had suffered an injury and turned to the ar
t as part of her rehabilitation. I
t seemed whatever Katrina did she did all the way. Sandro was taken aback by the beautiful curves and long lines her body was composed of. He begged her to let him draw her and
after she’d protested
she finally caved to his argument of, “If you pose for me then the art will be more honest than if I recreate you from what’s inside here,” and he had finished by tapping the side of his forehead.  She had thought about it for a moment and realized he was right.

Saying
yes to this endeavor
landed her on this lovely, classic couch. She felt like she was in a living painting as she watched Sandro work over a piece of canvas. He would work on his painting and then come over to her on the couch for a bit. It was a remarkably sensual experience.
She was excited by his gentle touch. She had grown to know Sandro as a man who was very firm with his desire so was surprised to find him wielding a
brush
and running just the tips of his fingers along her shoulder blades, her spine and her hips. His eyes focused on the flesh of her breast as he held her nipple between his teeth. He flicked his tongue along the tip of it and instead of pinching it as he would normally he caressed it gently while
his hands never stopped moving all over her.

It was interesting to be in the ropes and vulnerable but laying on the couch while he painted her made Katrina feel even more vulnerable. I
t was hard for her not to think of a Greek goddess as she lay fully exposed to the sun and breeze off the Mediterranean coast. Sandro wanted to make a classic repose sing with his modern concept. Instead of the ocean colored hues that were traditional for the artwork
he used splashes of violent shades
to accent some of the aspects he loved the most. It wasn’t surprising for Katrina to see her eyes limed in dark magenta hues, her nipples set to match and her hair
both on her head and between her thighs to be set in a magnificent shade of cobalt.

Every time she had tried to get a look at his work,
Sandro kept snapping at her to quit trying to sneak a peek.
He even claimed,
“If you hadn’t kept trying to get a looksee I would h
ave been done by now.”
She looked at him,
“How do you figure?” she asked as he was leaning over her.
He ran his brush gently over her nipples, shading them the same color as those in her painting.
He then licked it off of her which shocked Katrina, “Sandro don’t you’ll make yourself sick.” He smiled at her, shaking his head.