Ebony & Ivory Erotic Tales: Art Festival

Ebony & Ivory Erotic Tales: Art Festival

By

Mia Loveless

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Ebony & Ivory Erotic Tales: Art Festival

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Ebony & Ivory Erotic Tales: Art Festival

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The Artist In You

Katrina was happy to be away from Russia if for no other reason than to get a much needed break from the terrible weather.
The woman wanted to be somewhere that she didn’t have to wear a coat that went all the way to her ankles or gloves and a hat. She wanted to move about unhindered for a while and that simply meant she would need to travel.
Besides it was high time she took a vacation.

These are the thoughts that helpe
d her plan her extended trip.
She had decided the art festival on the Island of Malta w
ould be a perfect get away. Katrina
had a new
credit
card and it only seemed appropriate that she break it in with style. She headed out and did some light shopping in order to prepare for the trip ahead. She needed some good heels and a few new skirts, not to mention the lovely bikini she had been eyeballing at her girlfriend’s bou
tique. Katrina liked to support her friends any chance she got and besides the suit was a gem.
She was sure she would get some time t
o enjoy the Mediterranean beach and wanted something nice to wear while she did.

After a short time at the store Katrina was able to go about the business of getting everything ready for her trip. She had
booked
a villa
on
a private part of the lagoon because she believed if you were going to travel you should do so in style. Part of her style meant living in the lap of luxury while the other part meant late night
gallery wine and dines and rushing to commissions the next day; she never regretted her change in career for a minute though.

She had spent a great deal of time dancing in front of large crowds with the ballet. She had been a promising young dancer and was scooped at her first audition. It all ended when she suffered a knee injury that prevented her from performing many maneuvers. Now, a few years later she was traveling to an art festival to further pursue her career as a well-known water color artist.

Her flight was pleasant and she was happy to know the villa was as private as the brochure showed and twice as clean. She relaxed on the open porch and thought about what the next day would bring her. She wanted to bring some new work back for her gallery but only had a small budget to work with, besides the vast portion of this trip was meant to be for her to kick back and forget about work for some time. That didn’t mean she couldn’t shop the festival like a professional. She knew later in the day and toward the end of the festival she would get the best deals but she also had a taste that required the provocative with a cutting edge and those were generally grabbed in the first days.  

She took a bath thinking about the next day and wondering how she might relax so she could make the right decisions when the art presented itself. She found her hand straying below her belly button to the soft mound between her thighs. She cupped her hand over her cleft for a moment wondering if she should start her vacation in true style when her fingers seemed to behave of their own accord. First her middle, then her index finger slowly found their way between her thick lips. She moved her hips a
s though she were with a lover and sighed as the warm water moved to cover her past her shoulders. It felt great to soak in the lap of luxury for a few moments.

Katrina ran one hand over her nipples and
with
her other
she
fondled her lips with experience. She rolled her tender flesh between her index and forefinger until it grew swollen begging for more stimulation. She moved with rhythm in the small tub causing waves to lap against the edges until she moaned, reaching orgasm and true relaxation. She closed her eyes for a moment and drifted off for a short time.
The cooling water woke her and then she rose from the tub and spread a rich lotion from one end of her still athletic body to the next.
She would be ready for whatever the festival brought in the morning.

At The Festival

Katrina paced through the booth
s;
her slick
,
short boots making soft sounds on the cobble stone. She was a vision with a floral skirt that flowed freely and a sharp black vest. To those who spotted her she looked li
ke she was on a sort of mission and s
he was actually. T
here was a certain amount of work she needed for her gallery and she wasn’t sure where best to start so that she could remain within budget.

Across the festival lane Sandro was hanging last minute work and freeing up space.
Sandro had spent the last two months preparing for this show. He had created more paintings than he’d thought he could be capable of in more than a lifetime just to bring the best he’d made to this show. He wasn’t just hoping to sell enough work to get items in galleries outside of his home town; he was hoping to gain interest from someone who could get him some face time in a magazine. Being in print was part of a personal goal he had set for himself some time ago and
with
each chance he had to seize the dream he put his best foot forward. Sandro worked in an unusual format and hadn’t discovered an artist yet that was capable of creating
the texture his paintings h
ad. It was something he was truly proud of.

He
moved a few paintings around looking for the last easel he had packed. He wanted an area at the ba
ck of his tent where he would be able to set up a work station. He didn’t want to spend the next few days sitting in a quiet tent if he wasn’t going to take charge of his situation and create some more work while
t
here. He moved a few tables and created a stand for his register and card machines. He placed
the bin he used to
file invoices
next to the area
and then began to set up an easel. He had seen an incredibly large dog earlier he wanted to distort on canvas and knew just the colors that would
b
e perfect for the image in his head.

Katrina continued moving further into the festival, her
long legs carried
her past booth after booth
of washed out water colors and jewelry that may have been better off at a craft fair. She didn’t want to take something home just because she had made the long trip but had started to think it might be a necessity. She stepped off to the side out of the streams of people moving up and down the aisles. She wanted to get a good look at what was surrounding her and get a feel for what booths she may want to get a closer look at. That was when she saw the sign for Sandro
Peruzzi. She had heard a lot about his work and thought that at least getting a glimpse of what the man was a
ll about would be a great idea.
Now all she had to do was navigate the crowd.

Katrina was bu
mped and jostled as she hurried
across the cobblestone.
In front of Sandro’s booth Katrina saw t
he man was fumbling with an easel attempting to get it to stay standing. He was dressed in simple black slacks and a white button down shirt. Katrina stood for a moment glancing from the paintings to the man who had created them and back again.
It was quite a sight watching a full grown, handsome man battle it out with a simple easel.

Sandro had remembered the easel working at home so why couldn’t he get it to stand here? He looked at the ground as if the problem might exist there, then he jerked on the bars of the easel trying to get them to stay in place. He got a cut along one side of his hand and snapped, “Son of a…” just as a beautiful, long haired woman had walked up to look at
his work. It was just like him to get caught losing his temper. He was struck by the curve of the woman’s shapely hip and her tiny waist. She was tall and beautiful and seemed interested in
a particular favorite of his.

It was a painting of a forest. I
t
looked like hundreds of Christmas trees that had been planted and were left to grow wild. The trees were crooked and created in retro seventies colors. He liked the look of the darks and lights and the realism of the forest but he loved the way it looked like an alternate cover for Alice in Wonderland as well. He liked the painting enough that he had quite a high price on it.

The woman looked at Sandro and he was suddenly struck by how amazing her eyes were. They were large and strong and seemed to see to the core of Sandro. She had a beautiful bust as
well, shapely and contained by elegant black vest that reveled fantastic cleavage.
He couldn’t help but wonder what she would look like without a stitch of clothing on. Perhaps he could devise a casual way of asking her out for drinks after the festival closed. For the time being he tossed the easel aside and stepped forward to tell the lovely creature more about his work.

“Do you sell to galleries?” The woman asked before giving him a chance to say anything and he didn’t know how to respond, so he went with what popped into his head, “I sell to whoever pays for the item.” They both laughed and it was an easy sound that calmed the two of them immediately.
“If you’re asking that I discount my price for a gallery you’ll have to buy quite a few paintings to get a rate off.” He cast his eyes over the length of her body; the flowing skirt caught in all the right places pointing out that this woman was a length of curves.

Katrina made a bold move and said, “I’ll take this,” while handing
Sandro
the full asking price in cash. She looked at him as if asking if he would baulk at her money and then she said, “I will commission more from you onc
e this sells for me at a profit.”

Sandro took the purchase in stride, collected the woman’s money and moved to start wrapping the package up for her. He didn’t care if his work was in a gallery or in her living ro
om, he was just happy such a magnificent woman was interested in his
paintings. S
andro turned trying to formulate the words to ask her out when she said to him, “I need someone who can help me plan a few more purchases for the rest of the week and from everything I’ve read about you, I think we may have similar interests.”

Sandro was taken aback for a moment that this beautiful lady was interested in spending time with him; he was even more surprised that she felt they shared similar tastes in art. It didn’t matter because he knew he’d be read
y for a drink after closing up either way.