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By *rHotNotts OP Man
over a year ago
Dubai & Nottingham |
This is a true story that happened on the Manchester Whitworth gallery a couple of years ago on a Sunday morning
Part #1 The meeting
I slide my hand gently along the smooth surface of the rock, finding the small engraved symbols as I close my eyes. My fingertips explore the detail as my mind travels to a distant time and place. The warm sun shines on my face and I imagine I’m in Morocco or Egypt. I can smell Shisha & Bakhoor burning and in the distance there’s music playing and the sounds of hustle and bustle of the traders in the Medina. And then a little voice, a female voice, quite sexy, in broken English, getting louder and louder. I think someone’s repetitively trying to tell me something, someone’s talking to me and it’s getting louder…..
“Excuse me sir, please don’t touch the exhibits’ I open my eyes to find the cutest looking girl right in my face, late twenties , about five feet six, a thick bob of gorgeous black hair , glasses, slim but extremely curvy, almost busting out out tight back formal trousers, white blouse and a name badge that draws my eyes towards her boobs, it says ‘Eva”
“Why not?” I say smiling and taking in every inch of her face (those full lips in need of Daddy’s come) , and immediately wanting her with a passion.
She looks surprised at my response, pauses a moment but then begins to describe the process of rock preservation & restoration in detail. Big words are coming out of her small mouth that I don’t understand, all I know is she’s beautiful and has amazing eyes, lips and tits just a little too big for that tight white blouse, 34DD, I reckon she’s a 12/14, 70Kg, a perfect little fuck-toy, I bet she looks amazing in just white lace underwear on her knees , on the wooden floor beside me begging for a throbbing cock and a throat full of warm cum dribbling down her chin onto those beautiful tits.
Something about 400 or 600BC, Ancient Rome or Greece, I don’t know, it’s like a foreign language, silky words just keep coming out of those beautiful lips. I lock eyes, nod and say the occasional wow. Is that a nipple poking through trying to distract me ? Maybe it’s my imagination but it seems to be growing.
I imagine popping those blouse buttons and finding beautiful fleshy hard brown nipples on olive covered tits, throwing her down and feasting on them as she talks about archeology, excavations and ancient tombs as they swell in my mouth like little rockets of pleasure and begin to leak milk as I bite them quite firmly and then even harder. She moans then screams in pleasure whilst filling my mouth with milk.
I’m rock hard, i can feel foreskin fully retracting , I may even be leaking pre-cum. Can she sense my gaze? , I’m nodding at the right times but telepathically I’m telling her I want her. Can she read my cravings? Does she see I want to throw her down on the floor right now , kiss her hard, then place one hand around her throat as my other hand tears off her knickers and fingers her warm cunt ferociously until it spills juices for me across the hardwood floor.
“Wow…. That’s really interesting” I say. “You’re so intelligent! How do you know so much about all this?” I’ve no idea what she’s saying anymore; . I’m consumed, I have to have her.
She blushes slightly, momentarily breaking eye contact, but then she’s right back, with an air of confidence, telling me about her studies and impressing me with tales of visits to archeological sites in Asia and South America. More big words I don’t need to understand.
“That’s so impressive” I say. “You really know your stuff don’t you? A real expert” I give her a big smile and without saying anything tell her she’s mine.
She smiles, she knows I’m flirting and now gestures towards my hand, still touching the rock. She learns right in , her lips maybe an inch from mine, and whispers “Sir, please don’t touch the exhibits, they are very, very delicate’
“Oh.. I’m sorry” , I whisper back , “I just really like touching things I shouldn’t, especially things so beautiful that feel so good”
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Naughty girl 
