“Hello everyone, I’m so happy you can all be here to share this day with me. It has been a long road to get here and I’m very excited to be starting my journey in the world of photography. I hope you all have a great night and enjoy my work.”
As I put the microphone down the room erupted in applause. It caught me off guard. They were all clapping for me. It was hard to even fathom that all these people were there at the gallery for me. They had gotten babysitters and scheduled their whole night around coming to see my work. It was pretty dang awesome.
The second I got off the platform there were people coming up to me and asking me questions. They seemed to want to know every little detail about the work. They wanted to know where it was taken, what camera, what lens and even more personal things about myself. One man asked if I was single, another if I took dirty pictures and a few other people asked about my family life.
It was funny at first; as they would ask me a question I would ponder it for a moment and then answer. But soon I got so tired of answering the same questions over and over again. I got anxious when they asked me questions that I didn’t want to answer, like about my personal life. It was pretty amazing how people felt comfortable asking you things in a gallery setting that they wouldn’t dare ask you in any other place. I did my best to answer the appropriate questions and deflected the inappropriate ones with laughter. I would pretend to see someone waving at me, then waive back and say I needed to go.
Sarah was right; it was extremely overwhelming to have a gallery show. I had entirely underestimated the power of a thousand people trying to talk to me about a thousand different topics. I decided to take Sarah’s advice and sneak out onto the balcony.
It was a very nice balcony, about twenty feet long and six feet wide. It was on the third floor and had a set of stairs leading down to the second level and then to the main level. They had a lounge chair out on the porch and I sat down in it and put my feet up. It felt so good to take my heels off and let my feet relax.
My eyes closed for what I thought was just a quick moment, but then I woke up in a panic. I looked around and tried to get my bearings and figure out where I was at.
“I thought you would never wake up,” I heard a man’s voice say.
I jumped up and looked around. Chris came out from the dark of the other side of the balcony. He was dressed in a finely-tailored suit and looked delicious. Even in the dark he looked like a man who could get any woman in the entire gallery to go home with him. All he would have to do was flirt a little and flash them his smile, the girl would be his for the night; I was sure of it.
He moved into the light and I had to take a minute to keep a picture of him in my mind. He didn’t strike me as the kind of guy who owned a tailored suit. But damn, it fit him so well.
“How long was I asleep? What time is it?”
“Well I don’t know when you fell asleep, but I’ve been out here for twenty minutes and found you looking like sleeping beauty in that chair.”
“It is just crazy in there. I can’t even breathe.”
I didn’t want to be the person who complained at their gallery opening. I certainly was very grateful for the opportunity. But I was genuinely about to have a panic attack and the only thing that made me feel better was being out on the balcony with Chris. He sat down in the lounge chair and motioned for me to sit with him.
“There’s no room,” I laughed.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap. His lips quickly moved to mine and met me with a desire that I wasn’t ready for. I could feel his hand moving up my skirt and within moments he had pulled my panties off. I wanted to stop him, but I wanted to keep feeling his touch on my body also. It was an internal struggle between my mind and my body. Eventually, my body won out.
Chris unzipped his suit pants and pulled himself out. I could see his cock throbbing in the dull light of the balcony. It pulsed with a desire to be inside me. He grabbed me and set me on top of his cock. I slid down hard and started moving diligently against his thrusts. I had so much pent up energy, I just wanted a release. I needed a release so badly. My body reacted quickly to the pleasure of Chris thrusting inside of me. I could feel my clit sliding up and down against his body and there was a buildup of desire that I couldn’t hold back. Just as I was about to cum, Chris stopped thrusting.
He held my body tightly and prevented me from moving against him. Chris pulled me off of him and I stood up near the edge of the balcony as Chris got up from the lounge chair. With a defining force, he turned me around and bent me over the edge of the balcony. As I looked down I could see, people walking on the streets. I looked around to see if there was anyone watching us but I couldn’t see anyone.
He slid into me rough and hard. I let out a moan and he reached around to muffle me with his hand. He used his grip on my mouth as leverage as he thrust harder and harder inside of me. He was enjoying making me scream and hearing my muffled voice. It felt so exhilarating to be outside on that balcony and fucking Chris. It was nothing I would have ever imagined doing and I probably would never do it again, but on that night, it seemed like the right thing to do.
I held onto the balcony as his thrusts got even deeper and harder. I couldn’t help the screams of pleasure that came out of my mouth and was happy Chris kept his hand covering me. As he delivered his final few thrusts, I felt a release of explosion and my screaming finally stopped. My whole body stopped. I could hardly move.
In my daze, I was able to find my shoes but I couldn’t find my panties. I looked all around, but it was just dark enough that I couldn’t find them. Chris went over toward the door and waited for me so we could go inside.
Chapter 25
“Shit, I should get back to the party. But I just can’t. It is so overwhelming in there. People keep asking me a million questions. I thought the worse that could happen was they wouldn’t like my work. But apparently liking my work can also be very bad.”
Chris didn’t say a thing, but just opened the door and waved me back into the gallery. He grabbed my arm and placed it on the corner of his and I held onto him as we made our way around to look at the pictures. When he got to about the fourth picture, Chris laughed.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“I have your panties in my pocket,” he said with a sly grin.
It was too late to worry about that now. I just laughed and we moved on to look at some other pictures. It was nice having him with me because people didn’t feel as obligated to come and ask me questions. He seemed mesmerized by my work and stopped to look at every single one of my photos. He didn’t ask me a bunch of questions and didn’t seem to care where I took them or with what camera. He just enjoyed them. I liked that.
Soon people did decide to come talk to me and I introduced Chris as my friend. Although I felt like we were more than friends. He did not like having to talk to people and looked just about as comfortable as I did, at least at first. But it only took him a few groups of people and he was socializing like a pro. I felt like he took on a new personality though, like he was pretending to be an outgoing guy just to make it through the evening. He certainly wasn’t outgoing when it was just the two of us; his personality seemed much more like a reserved, confident type.
I enjoyed watching him interact with people, even if it was a fake persona. He was funny and witty. There was something special about the way he interacted with people that made everyone feel at ease almost instantly. It was freaky how he turned so quickly into this person though. He was happy and joking, he sipped on wine and talked about politics, he was way different than the Chris I knew. I remember he said he did something with police or security when we talked about his job before. It made me think that his job might be why he was so easily able to adapt to meeting all these people.