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Though she'd been working here for several months now, the warden, a woman in her late 20s, still loved wandering the grounds and admiring the pieces, while still keeping an eye on the patrons.
As Michele studied a large 360 degree sculpture of the god Apollo, she felt someone press close behind her...
As Michele studied a large 360 degree sculpture of the god Apollo, she felt someone press close behind her...
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She'd felt only a little uncomfortable with his forwardness, his proximity...
After all, it could be a lonely job...people rarely asked her anything, and if they did it was often in a language she couldn't understand, so she couldn't help them.
Her main job seemed to be expelling the people who touched or got a little too close to the piecesl....but that didn't mean they couldn't get close to her.
She'd seen the painting he asked for several times...in fact, it was one of the first pieces to catch her attention when she first took the job, and she spent some time studying the piece even after her shift was over, admiring the form of the woman on the sofa...
It made her think of her own lonely life, in a lonely little apartment, in a large, impersonal city...
As she walked with him to the smaller gallery, she snuck a few glances at him: he was fine looking. A bit older than she, but he was still rather attractive.
She gave a small, unnoticeable sigh when they reached the room- she'd enjoyed having company.
Her eyes lit up when he still pressed against her, a smile coming to her face when his hand slid to her hip...was that a squeeze she detected?
As she made the move to head back outside, telling him to find her with any questions, his hand remained on her leg, keeping her from going far.
"Can I help you with anything else, monsieur?" she asked, not bothering to remove his hand as she pulled closer to him once more, her eyes almost flirtatiously focused on his...
After all, it could be a lonely job...people rarely asked her anything, and if they did it was often in a language she couldn't understand, so she couldn't help them.
Her main job seemed to be expelling the people who touched or got a little too close to the piecesl....but that didn't mean they couldn't get close to her.
She'd seen the painting he asked for several times...in fact, it was one of the first pieces to catch her attention when she first took the job, and she spent some time studying the piece even after her shift was over, admiring the form of the woman on the sofa...
It made her think of her own lonely life, in a lonely little apartment, in a large, impersonal city...
As she walked with him to the smaller gallery, she snuck a few glances at him: he was fine looking. A bit older than she, but he was still rather attractive.
She gave a small, unnoticeable sigh when they reached the room- she'd enjoyed having company.
Her eyes lit up when he still pressed against her, a smile coming to her face when his hand slid to her hip...was that a squeeze she detected?
As she made the move to head back outside, telling him to find her with any questions, his hand remained on her leg, keeping her from going far.
"Can I help you with anything else, monsieur?" she asked, not bothering to remove his hand as she pulled closer to him once more, her eyes almost flirtatiously focused on his...
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"Oh, I agree, monsieur..." she answered.
She felt his hand inching further down her backside, where she detected another little squeeze, causing her to give a little jump and start to lose her balance. She gripped his arm to keep from falling, only to find herself pulling into him, pressing against his chest.
She looked up, suddenly slightly embarassed by the awkward position, and pulled back, stepping toward the painting, her fingers slightly trembling.
Though her back was turned to him, she could feel as he came closer to her, until finally she felt his warmth press to her back, his hands again finding her hips, his breath on her neck making her hairs stand on end in sudden excitement, the thrill of the moment taking her off guard.
Almost subconsciously, she pressed into him again, this time unperturbed by the closeness which gave her the touch, the intimacy she craved...
She knew she couldn't resist anymore, she knew both their bodies were charged, so she turned toward him again, pulling him to her as she pressed her back to the wall, pressing kisses to his neck and shoulders as his hands roamed freely over her well-framed curves.
She felt his hand inching further down her backside, where she detected another little squeeze, causing her to give a little jump and start to lose her balance. She gripped his arm to keep from falling, only to find herself pulling into him, pressing against his chest.
She looked up, suddenly slightly embarassed by the awkward position, and pulled back, stepping toward the painting, her fingers slightly trembling.
Though her back was turned to him, she could feel as he came closer to her, until finally she felt his warmth press to her back, his hands again finding her hips, his breath on her neck making her hairs stand on end in sudden excitement, the thrill of the moment taking her off guard.
Almost subconsciously, she pressed into him again, this time unperturbed by the closeness which gave her the touch, the intimacy she craved...
She knew she couldn't resist anymore, she knew both their bodies were charged, so she turned toward him again, pulling him to her as she pressed her back to the wall, pressing kisses to his neck and shoulders as his hands roamed freely over her well-framed curves.
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She had hurriedly pulled herself back together, her breathing still quite ragged as she headed to the other side of the room, trying to look as innocent as possible to the new group.
As she moved around the room, seeming to look at the paintings, trying to relax, she could feel his eyes following her...and the frustration held in them.
She avoided looking directly at him- she simply couldn't. Not out of shame, no; she had to avoid her own disappointed need.
She was just as much in need of satisfaction as he was: if the group had not come in, she knew she would have given in right there, opening for him without a thought.
A part of her insisted she still would.
She turned to the wall as she closed her eyes, taking a steadying breath as she vivdly imagined being wrapped in his arms again, feeling his hands over her curves, squeezing her soft breasts.
Just remembering his touch was making her body light up again, making her want him more...she caught herself just in time to stifle a soft moan.
Realizing her own need, she spun around just in time to see him start to leave the room.
"No!" she thought, and ran to the door, heading into the hall where she caught his hand, pulling into him again and leaning up, desperately pressing her lips to his.
"please..." she quietly uttered, putting his hands around her again...
As she moved around the room, seeming to look at the paintings, trying to relax, she could feel his eyes following her...and the frustration held in them.
She avoided looking directly at him- she simply couldn't. Not out of shame, no; she had to avoid her own disappointed need.
She was just as much in need of satisfaction as he was: if the group had not come in, she knew she would have given in right there, opening for him without a thought.
A part of her insisted she still would.
She turned to the wall as she closed her eyes, taking a steadying breath as she vivdly imagined being wrapped in his arms again, feeling his hands over her curves, squeezing her soft breasts.
Just remembering his touch was making her body light up again, making her want him more...she caught herself just in time to stifle a soft moan.
Realizing her own need, she spun around just in time to see him start to leave the room.
"No!" she thought, and ran to the door, heading into the hall where she caught his hand, pulling into him again and leaning up, desperately pressing her lips to his.
"please..." she quietly uttered, putting his hands around her again...
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She watched as he sped down the hall.
Turning back to the gallery, she noticed a number of the tourists looking at her intently.
With a slight blush, she stepped in the room. "Can I help you with anything?" she asked firmly- she didn't know any Japanese, so she wanted to be as clear as possible.
She ached to get away, to melt into him again, but she knew she needed to handle this first. A few of the tourists asked for directions to some pieces, which she was happy to give...well, relatively happy, given her sharp, unquenchable need which made her eyes flicker to the door every time another perosn cam eforward with a map.
Finally, when the group had moved on, she ran out the door and flew down the hall.
She could only hope she wasn't too late...
No, he wouldn't leave... she thought. I can feel it...we both need this...
She stepped into the gardens outside the cafeteria, craning her neck to find him...
There he was.
She hurried to him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing tightly against him.
"Please...please..." was all she could whisper as she pressed her cheek to his chest, feeling his arms wrap around her again was so soothing...so intimate.
He put a hand under her chin and titled her upward, pressing his lips softly to her own rose-colored ones and making her lose herself once more.
Turning back to the gallery, she noticed a number of the tourists looking at her intently.
With a slight blush, she stepped in the room. "Can I help you with anything?" she asked firmly- she didn't know any Japanese, so she wanted to be as clear as possible.
She ached to get away, to melt into him again, but she knew she needed to handle this first. A few of the tourists asked for directions to some pieces, which she was happy to give...well, relatively happy, given her sharp, unquenchable need which made her eyes flicker to the door every time another perosn cam eforward with a map.
Finally, when the group had moved on, she ran out the door and flew down the hall.
She could only hope she wasn't too late...
No, he wouldn't leave... she thought. I can feel it...we both need this...
She stepped into the gardens outside the cafeteria, craning her neck to find him...
There he was.
She hurried to him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing tightly against him.
"Please...please..." was all she could whisper as she pressed her cheek to his chest, feeling his arms wrap around her again was so soothing...so intimate.
He put a hand under her chin and titled her upward, pressing his lips softly to her own rose-colored ones and making her lose herself once more.
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