Ebony & Ivory Erotic Tales: Art Festival (2 page)

“Sure, why don’t you meet me back here say around 8:30. We close at 8 so it will give me just enough t
ime to get everything I
tied up before closing fo
r the night.
I would love to spend time talking art with someone as beautiful as yourself.”

Katrina blushed a little at the compliment and agreed to meet him back here in a few hours.
That left just enough time for her to get a feel for the other artists’ work that was offered for sale. Perhaps she could find
something else for the gallery and certainly she could find plenty of artists to ask Sandro about.

A Night At The Beach

As the artist
s started closing up their booths and preparin
g to settle in for the evening Katrina started working her way toward Sandro and wondering where the two of them might head to in order to discuss what the gallery might benefit the most from. As she approached his booth she was shocked to see everything already sealed up. She couldn’t
believe he would leave without waiting for her. She was just wondering if they had stated today or if he’d meant tomorrow when he came out from behind the tent and looked at her stating, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

She smiled and the two of them headed to a small diner that sat right off the beach. Sandro proceeded to tell Katrina who some of his favorite artists were and what she should expect to see when they got to their areas. He told her who she could bargain with and who she would do better to let them set their own prices. By the time the two of them
were starting their
third glass of wine it was more than ev
ident that there was a strong chemistry between the beautiful Italian man and the former Russian ballet dancer. Sandro worked up the courage to see if she’d like to come back with him to the small villa his brother owned.

Sandro decided
that it would be better if they enjoyed the night and just took
a short walk down the way rather than get a lift
. It was set on a small alcove off the beach and perfect for private entertaining. Normally Sandro liked to invite quite a few artists back to
t
his place but today it would be a bit more intimate. He led Katrina inside and she was immediately taken aback but the lofty cathedral ceilings and the marble floors. She stood wide-eyed in the foyer for a moment before turning to Sandro.

She started to say something but he interrupted her with, “Just give me a moment or two. I want to grab a couple of things and we can continue our talk down by the beach. There’s nothing like the Mediterranean to inspire deep conversations about art.” As he finished his statement he started up the steps and
disappeared
at the top.
A brief moment later he reappeared with a couple of blankets. He trotted back down the stairs and handed them to Katrina before running off to the kitchen and coming back out with a basket.

On their way toward the beach he grabbed one more large bundled sack and said with finality, “That’s it, now for the best sunset you’ll ever see. That is unless you return to this part of Malta several times a year.” He took his time picking a perfect spot and dropped all of his supplies next to an area that was smooth and roc
k free. He scooped out a small
hole stating it would be perfect for a fire pit and han
ded Katrina the blankets.

“Don’t you think it will be lovely catching what’s left of t
he setting sun near these waves?
”
He asked.

The woman looked at him and brushed a long lock of hair back from her face before nodding her head demurely.
She was interested in seeing more of him and she didn’t really
care what the
excuse was. He was the picture of what she’d been looking for in a guy, playful with a built body that he loved to take care of and show off. She was eager to see him with less of his clothes on and thinking if she dared take the initiative here. She loved this part of intimacy, the early bit when you both wanted each other and let the tension play in the air for some time. It was part of the reason she didn’t stick around for the long haul on most occasions. She enjoyed the hunt and
capture parts
more than she enjoyed the taming part.

Sandro looked at Katrina trying to decide if her best feature was the cunni
ng eyes and all the promises he felt he could read behind the
dark centers or
if it was h
er wicked mouth
that had
been
responsible for the
zingers she
had
tossed out casually
at the diner
.
He hoped this night would never end and he hoped he could get her down to her bikini before it got too dark.

“I can get us a fire going no problem. Just set the blanket up right here and we’ll be able to have a f
ire roasted
picnic, watch the sunset and we won’t be bothered by anyone. This part of the beach is private and since I happen to know the man that owns it,
” he winked nodding toward his brother’s home, “
we can stay here as long as we like.”
He worked as he watched her with his soft brown eyes. The breeze moved his open shirt gently against his chest and lifted some of his hair away from his face.

Sandro
unrolled the large pack he’d been carrying to reveal a bundle of perfectly seasoned tinder. He smiled at her an
d the way his shirt was moving in the b
reeze
,
pulling it open to reveal his contoured chest and abdomen
, made
Katrina look
away.
She didn’t want to be
caught staring. She heard Sandro laugh and
so she turned back to him. The salty smell of the breeze reacted on her body as a gentle aphrodisiac would.

Sandro had stopped working the fire into a blaze. It was flowing along confidently now and the soft smell of campfire mingled with the odor of the ocean and the moment was truly romantic in the keenest sense of the word.
The two of them just looked into the other’s eyes for a moment. Lust ignited with the campfire and the scent entered the breeze leaving the two feeling quite heady. Sandro took a deep breath breaking the silence.

“Why do you look away from anything you want? I watched you at the festival and the more you liked a painting the harder you tried to avoid being seen looking at it.” His eyes seemed to gaze right through her and she had to keep herself from looking away
yet again
; it would only drive his point further home.

Instead she met his gaze fiercely and then
changed the direction of the conversation. “Why don’t you tell me more about who influenced your paintings? The style is like nothing I’ve ever seen before and I have to admit it intrigues me.” She said this as she laid first one blanket down, and then another. She spread them in a half moon around the small pit that Sandro had dug into the sand. He had cautioned her that though the Mediterranean grew quite warm during the day it was bound to get particularly cold as the night took over.  Katrina laughed and asked him if he’d ever been to Russia. When he said no, she said, “Trust me, there’s nothing colder. I am not worried about a beach here.”

“I don’t real
ly know who influenced my work.” He said, “
I learned from a few teachers who the famous artists were but I never studied or
contemplated
any of their work
for prolonged periods
. I like playing with textu
res.” His voice was choppy
and his Italian accent seemed thicker than it had earlier as he moved the tinder to one side of the pit.
He then dusted his feet off before stretching onto the blankets
next to Katrina in
a cat-like gesture. He looked at
the woman and felt a strong need to feel her. She was lying on her side with
her long thighs
showing from beneath the silken skirt. Her skin looked as smooth as porcelain
.
She
seemed comfortable no matter where they were and Sandro loved that quality.

“In answer to your question, I turn my head from items I want because often it’s very hard for me to resist my desire.” As Katrina said this she moved in to place a tender kiss on Sandro’s lips. He responded with his lips first, kissing her back with more passion and then his hands started running along her
apple shaped breasts. He could feel himself growing hard at the thought of being with this beautiful woman right here on the open beach. He wanted to see under her skirt, wanted her to take the vest off and his hands were acting on those desires right now.

He fumbled through pulling at her shirt so she moved to help him and when he started to pull her skirt off she grabbed his hands. She slipped her hand behind her waist and undid something making the skirt fall
open to expose skin as soft as it looked and the most fantastic shaved pussy Sandro had ever seen. He had to pause and enjoy the view. The way the light hit Katrina’s perfect skin made idea after idea for new paintings come to Sandro. He wanted this woman but more than that he wanted to recreate this woman every way he could think of.

He reached for her foot and smiled to himself at the look on her face when he’
d bent to take her shoes
off for her back at the house. He knew she wasn’t going to want to walk on the sand with shoes and it really was just out the door. Her foot was soft and her toes sensitive to his touch. He ran his hands the length of her body starting with her delicate feet and working his way to her perfect pink tulip. He loved how strong her thighs were and felt his cock grow tense when she squealed as he nipped them on the inside.

He wanted to taste her but not yet. He ran his face past her snatch, teasing and felt a sudden surge when the skin here was as so soft. He breathed deep of her and continued on kissing her navel grabbing her thighs as she moved wantonly beneath him. He was a little surprised at how easily she’d come undressed in broad daylight, but then again it was the perfect beach sunset.

He massaged her firm tits, pinching the nipple between index and thumb. She moved beneath him and grabbed at him with both hands. She pulled his hips toward hers in an obvious plea for him to enter her. He kissed her, hard and loved when she whimpered beneath him, withering with desire. He ran his hand up her
neck; circling it, he cupped the back of her head and pulled her closer to him. They kissed frantically, hands reaching to feel every part of each other.

Sandro reached between the plump folds of her twat and dipped into her tight hole. Katrina was wet and she responded by pushing back into him, urgent with need. He grabbed his shaft and dipped it deep into her, watching as she closed her eyes and moved in pleasure. She was so wet and tight around his cock that he almost lost it. Then she reached behind him to smack him sharply on his ass, digging her hand in afterwards. He pulled back and froze for a moment, then bit her sharply on the collar bone. Katrina arched her back, moaning loudly. He was far too turned on to hold back and so he pushed deep into her again.
She sighed, panting and getting louder the faster he pushed into her. Their need grew as their bodies slammed into each other with lust and primal urgency.

Sandro pulled back, blowing his shot on Katrina’s clit, he rubbed her furiously with his hands working into orgasm after orgasm until she whispered no more. They lay there watching the final light of the sun disappear into the horizon. The last of the tinder had been used so they walked clinging to each other and caressing still tender flesh the few steps needed to bring them back to their rooms. Katrina loved how elegant and sun-kissed everything seemed. She walked the few steps down and sprawled across the crisply made bed. Sandro followed and the two of them talked, kissed and made love through the rest of the night.