When A Gay Art Dealer Isn't Gay

As girls we all have a group of gay male friends don't we.They meet you for coffee, they talk about fashion, celebrities, and food and things like that and enjoy a bit of gossip. It's always nice for a single woman to enjoy and be seen with an attractive man, without fear of any hidden agendas.

So when I booked one such friend, Justin, who owns a small art gallery, to hang paintings in my new apartment, I had no notions of anything other than getting the project done.

I am a divorced single 36 year old woman. I work out, and have a nicely toned body. I have naturally firm, but not large, breasts and a slender waist. The girls all think I am very attractive and are always trying to pair me up with eligible single men. This has led to nothing more than the occassional night or maybe two in bed. I had yet to find my second "keeper".

Justin arrived looking his usual impeccable 30 ish self. Tight midnight blue black velvet pants, a whiter than white long sleeved shirt, with the top 3 buttons undone, dark maroon patent leather ankle boots, and a fine silver bangle. Everything a young gay man might wear.

When I had dressed, I had chosen something suitably elegant, but sensibly comfortable. It was Justin coming after all and he appreciated nice things. My blouse was white, had solid white cuffs and collar, and was a little see through. Not totally but enough to be a little prevocative, with my lace bra a little visible. Not that I was trying to provoke anything. Slim designer jeans and white dressy lace up sandshoes completed the look.

After the usual "hi darling" and double air kiss, I showed him around the apartment and we went into the spare bedroom where the paintings were around the perimeter against the walls, with a couple of larger pieces on the bed. He studied them and started to place them around the apartment, leaning against the walls. I had a definite idea about where I wanted a few to go, but was happy with his suggestions for the others.

Two of the paintings were nudes, young women, and I wanted them in my bedroom.

Justin then mentioned how beautiful and sensual they were and how they were a perfect match to me. My playful reply was that I would have thought male nudes would have been more interesting to him.

In response, he looked at me in a way I had never seen before. Then he said "I'm not sure you know me quite well enough to know what I might find sensual" We stood looking at each other. Neither saying a word.

He put his tool work bag on the bed and stood in front of me. He unbuttoned his cuffs and then the remaining buttons on his shirt. I was speechless. He took his shirt off to reveal a smooth beautifully shaped and defined but not "buff" tanned chest. He stepped up to me and started to undo the buttons of my blouse. Not taking his eyes off mine. That "look"!

I did nothing. Didn't say a word. Didn't protest. He undid my cuffs, still looking into my eyes.
He slid my blouse off my shoulders and I gasped. He bent a little and gently kissed one of my nipples under the lace and then my neck.

As he did that he put one hand on my bottom and pulled me into him,

"Oh my God, Justin" was all I could say. His hard erection pressed into my tummy. He found my mouth with his and gently kissed me with his warm lips.

'Oh my God, what are we doing Justin? I thought you...'

"Yes they all think" he whispered.

"And youre not?...Oh my God".

"I enjoy men and women, but only if they are beautiful"

That was all it took. I led him to my bedroom and undressed down to my lace lingerie...He sat on the bed, not taking his eyes off mine and removed his boots and silk sox. The he stood and unzipped is pants and let them fall to the ground, stepping out of .

He stood in front of me and slid his silk bikini briefs off releasing his erection. He pulled me into his beautiful nude body and slipped his hand down my bottom into my thong, his fingers pushing between my bottom cheeks. He bent and we kissed. He pulled me hard against him, his fingers massaging my anus and then vagina.

He gently pulled his hand out of my thong, running is slowly up between my cheeks.

"Are you OK with this he whispered?"

"Oh my God yes" was all I could say.

He knelt in front of me and licked my vagina through the lace. I had my first orgasm. He then put his fingers into my thong and slid them down far enough to expose my vagina
He looked up at me as his tongue licked my very wet lips.. I pulled him into me and messed with his curly hair as he licked me.

He stood and undid my bra and slid my thong to my feet.

Then we were nude in bed. Writhing around kissing and massaging each other.

I went to his hard penis and took it into my mouth. I opened my throat and took as much of him as I could. I sucked and kissed him...it seemed like forever. He pulled me off him and put me on my back, spreading my legs. He went down on me, pushing his tongue inside me.
I was in heaven. I had my second orgasm.

Then he entered me. Pushing his hard penis deep into me, working his hips as he pushed deeper and then pulled back before going deep into me again. He didn't "fuck" me...he made love to me in a way no man had ever done.

We made love. Moaning and gasping. I had my third orgasm and then his body shuddered and he ejaculated deep inside me. He stayed inside me and kept working his hips to continue our love making. He stayed hard and kept making love to me until we both had an orgasm together.

He slowly pulled out went down on me again. Gently licking and kissing my drenched vagina.
Then he kissed me and I tasted him and something of me too.

We lay side by side on the bed. Our bodies heaving. Both out of breath...

And me having reached a point I had never been before.