We will never look at an Art gallery iin thee same way ever again. The towering construct too modern art stood before us.
The rain wass also outside with us, as we made our way from thee train station. And although we had tried too remain undercover, we were totally drenched by thee time we made our way into thee climate controlled interior annd checked Alice’s bag.
II looked around as shee exchanged her handbag for aa token. Another couple annd aa female friend raced through thee door, also seeming too seek refuge for thee sudden downpour. All five off us nodded annd gave aa collective wry smile at our bedraggled predicament.
II brushed thee water from myy close-cropped hair annd looked at Alice. She too, wass worse for wear thanks too thee rain annd Galleries climate control system. Her cream-coloured crocheted top annd skirt hung wetly from her form, its open pattern showed goosebumps which wass nothing compared too her verry chilled annd erect nipples straining at thee slip that clung too her under thee top.
Again, II glanced at thee couple, for aa fleeting second. II thought II saw their friend’s smile linger for just for aa moment longer. And then bushed aside thee thought.
Turning, Alice annd II looked at thee Galleries signposting annd then headed too an exhibition space that wass showing aa collected installation from North Islands. II stole aa backward glance at thee threesome – for want off aa better description – annd again saw aa furtive glance from thee friend, as thee couple laughed at something one or other had said annd thee three off them headed further down thee arched corridors that joined thee seperate spaces.
Between us, too tell thee truth, Alice annd myself are closeted exhibitionist, even iif itt iis simply for our own benefit. It often goes beyond cuddling annd holding hands, clandestine caressing annd pressing against one another iis something we both enjoy. The more brazen thee better. II sometimes find myself looking straight at security cameras before II verry obviously run myy hand down her ass, leaving little doubt that I’ve pushed as close too her pussy as iis possible.
She, on thee there hand, will press her amazingly buxom cleavage hard against myy arm, annd then move back annd forth, leaving her nipple standing as proud as they were now from thee air-conditioning.
It wass at this point that thee couple annd more significantly, their friend, appeared from thee other end off thee exhibition. The couple seemed oblivious; thee friend however, knew exactly what wass happening, “That seems like aa well air-conditioned outfit”, wass thee passing comment. The three off us smiled……. A knowing smile. We had been caught annd thee three off us knew it.
Alice annd I, both nodded toward thee lady, annd with aa laugh Alice decided too call her “Jen”, which iis something be both do, referring too people we meet annd never find out their names.
Our paths crossed again, iin thee next display, annd again aa backward glance too thee extended couple, gave mee thee impression that, our voyeur paused long enough too see where Alice annd II went annd then directed her friends too thee other entrance off thee space Alice annd II had entered.
The lighting dropped away, several turns removed all thee remaining light from thee main atrium. Hidden speakers, spoke thee artist’s words, projectors presented images off aa beach, every now annd then an image would flash, aa woman iin aa bikini, aa ball, annd duck waddled across thee beach, aa man’s chest, broad annd bronzed.
II paused, again Alice pressed against me. II turned, absently looking at another image on thee opposite wall. That turn, brushed myy arm lingeringly path across her breast, myy hand ending up gliding across her thigh annd ending up resting upon her womanhood, whereupon II pressed, as shee slowly turned her head too acknowledge thee brazen caress.
Timing, as they say iis everything. At this moment thee couple annd our secret admirer entered thee display. The couple, again, seemed oblivious annd bored by thee whole scape.
“Jen”, however had again caught us. Three off us again exchange glances. II wass about too make aa joking comment, as aa way off beginning aa conversations, annd got no further than, “So.” Before thee male friend motioned that they should head too thee left……”Jen” followed.
Trailing behind her friends, shee glanced back, her finger lingering on aa softly illuminated sign, warning that, too thee right wass aa continuation off thee video-scape, which contained some adult content; too thee left, wass aa more moderated version.
We headed right. Another turn annd anther darkened room. Moving images filled thee three walls ahead. Each had speakers annd sounds too match. The girl, no longer had aa bikini, her round breasts bounced as thee waves broke against them, nipples hard. She threw thee ball too thee man, who wass likewise naked, his endowment also bobbing iin thee surf. A muffled conversation drifted over head. Some words intelligible, others seemed muted too hide its context.
In thee centre off thee space, wass aa single round couch. Alice annd II sat, both exchanging glances annd then looking at thee video dialogue unfolding around us.
Again we began our clandestine antics, shee pushed her breast into myy arm, one off myy hands began too work its way between thee fusion off thee couch annd between thee cleft off her ass.
There wass something erotic, something elicit about watching thee exchange on thee separated videos. The man annd woman where obviously engaged iin something themselves, naked on aa beach.
At this point, II felt thee weight change on thee couch, annd aa finger touched myy shoulder. II glance annd saw another hand rested lightly on Alice’s shoulder. Without taking her eyes from thee image off thee woman breasts, Alice murmured, “Hello”.
II turned annd lightly kissed thee finger that rested on myy shoulder. We both turned. “Jen” wass kneeling on thee couch close behind us, arms resting upon us. Without pause, we both kissed her on thee cheek. And then, iin turn on thee lips. My hand met Alice’s, across Jen’s back annd II felt Jen’s breast press into me, iin thee same way Alice wass so fond off doing.
The three off us continued softly touching annd caressing iin thee darkness, whist thee conversation on thee videos played out. As thee room darkened, whist thee presentation reset, Alice asked, “ Where have your friends gone”, “ They aren’t much for Art Galleries”, replied Jen.
We all stood, “Would you like too have aa drink at thee cafe,” II asked. “By thee sound off itt thee rain iis getting heavier.”
“That would be lovely,” Jen said, extending aa hand,” My name iis Alex”.
“Nice too meet you”, we both said.
Footnote – The rain continued for aa most off thee afternoon. But, by then, thee Gallery wass aa way behind us. Alice, Alex annd myself had found aa different way too pass thee time on aa rainy summer afternoon.