A Naughty Naughtigras
When an event has the word Naughty in the name it seems to ignite thoughts and ideas before you even walk through the doors. Naughtigras is an annual art show set the weekend before the big Mardi Gras celebration in St. Louis. The main portion of the show is about the art hanging on the walls. There are photographs, paintings and a bit of sculpture. The theme to make it naughty is visual erotica.
Amanda and I hadn't been out in quite a long time due to our conflicting work schedules. We were happy just to be able to get out of the house and spend some quality time together. I had just gotten off work and ran home to change into some hip apparel. I wasn't used to dressing up since my work uniform was mostly scrubs from the hospital. When I'm at home I'm usually naked so Amanda loved the chance to get me dressed up nicely.
I jokingly grimaced at Amanda for having to put on clothes after work. I did have to hand it to her for laying out a grey vest over a black dress shirt combo. The jeans were from my normal collection. I at least knew how to buy jeans. I've known Amanda to have her sexy outfits but she mostly went for practical looks on a normal basis. She knocked it out of the park with a blousy black button down shirt draped over a tight sheer red top Her black tights showed off perfect roundness of her ass. "Oh my God you're going to give me wood before we even leave the house". "That's the point Dave", she responded.
As we walked out the door the porch light back lit Amanda and I was able to see that she had gone braless. This night was going to be memorable.
We arrived at the art gallery with high expectations of eroticism. We weren't disappointed. Every wall space was hung with pieces ranging from simple nudes in nature to BDSM. If your kink wasn't represented then you didn't have a pulse. I thought I knew a lot of sexual positions but I learned a few tricks for the next time alone with Amanda. We had a secret form of communication by which we would brush a hand against the other's ass when we saw a piece that started the blood flowing.
The other art viewers of the night were dressed to kill or at least dressed to fuck. So many tight asses, so many short skirts, so many sets of amazing tits barely being covered. People watching was always a past time of ours on vacations or even at the mall. At times we joke if we find the perfect couple that we would drag them to our basement and create the perfect sex slave servants. There were many candidates this night.
We walked into the bar area to find liquids that would cool us down. The bar had people bent over getting their drinks from scantily clad bar maids. They might as well had been naked. I didn't even think thongs came that small. To keep the drinkers entertained they had a body painting demonstration with a full nude model. This girl was the cutest little pixie. She had an ass like a runner and tits that hadn't seen a bit of gravity. The bit of chill in the gallery had her nipples pointing as if a compass pointing North. It was like a creative car wreck, We couldn't take our eyes off of her body as the paint brushes caressed her young skin. Just as I was reaching over to fondle Amanda's ass to show her my arousal I felt her hand brush up against my own.
Without looking too much like stalkers we moved into the stage room. Along with the art they had stage shows throughout the night that included pole dancers and burlesque girls. The room was packed. It was tough to even get a good angle to see the full stage. There was always someone leaning back and forth just to make you sway with their inconsistent stance. We saw that along one side had more breathing room. It wasn't the best view but at least we had space.
The walls were painted pitch black,. We were enveloped in darkness. Our attention was fixed on the fully lit burlesque girl that came out on stage. The movement and shape of the girl had us in a trance. By this time of the night we were both at a high state of arousal. Speaking for myself my skin seemed extra sensitive.
I was absolutely enjoying one burlesque girl after another dance and strip down to their pasties. I showed Amanda my appreciation but not only brushing my hand against her sweet ass but maintaining a full fondle. Amanda's shirt fell down over her ass just enough to hide the fact that my hand reached in to feel the soft skin. If I had an addiction it was feelings her tight round butt. Amanda put a shimmy into her hips. It was a fuckable motion to my hand.
The more I played with her the harder I got, the bolder I got. I reached farther into the back of her tights. I could feel her moisture already to begin dripping. To step it up a level I wrapped my other arm around the front of her so as to look like an embrace. It was dark but I still thought I better mask our own little bit of eroticism. My left hand stayed on her ass and reaching between her legs to tease her asshole and at times, a bit of her pussy. My right hand now found its way up her red top.
Our play session engulfed us and took our attention away from the burlesque on stage. The darkness made us feel as if under an invisibility cloak. It turned out we weren't as invisible as we thought. We happened to be standing next to the stage door. One of the stage girls had slipped on her bra and made her way down to the audience floor. I'm not sure how long she had been standing there before I looked her in her eyes. She had gotten a free show that night as well. In a quick reaction I pulled my hand off of Amanda's breast. Amanda didn't see that we were being watched and grabbed my hand to reapply it to her body.
Instead of her moving my hand back to her tits she slid it down to her pussy. I whispered to her that we had been caught and a girl was watching us. "So, we watched her, now let's show her some things". Just as we had been in a trance our new voyeur gazed at our performance. Amanda gave her a flirty grin to drawer her closer. My hand went inside of Amanda's tights to increase the pleasure. Her pussy was a wet mess. Without even trying my fingers slid inside of her.
Amanda now had her head resting on my shoulder and her breathing became faster. Our voyeur had pulled up right next to us and provided us with some blocking to the rest of the audience. " I can hear how wet you are. " the voyeur quietly said to my wife. With that bit of encouragement I pulled my hand out to display the wetness on my finger tips to prove her correct. She held my hand and licked the tip to taste.
Amanda was twitching with excitement. She was loving the sexual attention from her new playmate. In the middle of gasps she leaned over to the voyeur and kissed her gently on the lips. My God if I had underwear on that night I would have cum all in them. I had known Amanda to be with girls before but I was never around for those "College days". Amanda said, "I think Dave likes you as well but I'm not sure, you may have to feel if he's hard".
Without hesitation she reached between my legs for a cock check. "He's hard but I think he wants to cum." We don't live too far from here if you'd like to come with us for a drink", Amanda responded. "I'll get my coat and duffel bag". I asked her if she needed to get dressed and she stated, " I have. I put a bra on".
As we walked out of the gallery the door light lit up Amanda's top and showed just how see thru it was. This was going to be a memorable night.
The more I played with her the harder I got, the bolder I got. I reached farther into the back of her tights. I could feel her moisture already to begin dripping. To step it up a level I wrapped my other arm around the front of her so as to look like an embrace. It was dark but I still thought I better mask our own little bit of eroticism. My left hand stayed on her ass and reaching between her legs to tease her asshole and at times, a bit of her pussy. My right hand now found its way up her red top.
Our play session engulfed us and took our attention away from the burlesque on stage. The darkness made us feel as if under an invisibility cloak. It turned out we weren't as invisible as we thought. We happened to be standing next to the stage door. One of the stage girls had slipped on her bra and made her way down to the audience floor. I'm not sure how long she had been standing there before I looked her in her eyes. She had gotten a free show that night as well. In a quick reaction I pulled my hand off of Amanda's breast. Amanda didn't see that we were being watched and grabbed my hand to reapply it to her body.
Instead of her moving my hand back to her tits she slid it down to her pussy. I whispered to her that we had been caught and a girl was watching us. "So, we watched her, now let's show her some things". Just as we had been in a trance our new voyeur gazed at our performance. Amanda gave her a flirty grin to drawer her closer. My hand went inside of Amanda's tights to increase the pleasure. Her pussy was a wet mess. Without even trying my fingers slid inside of her.
Amanda now had her head resting on my shoulder and her breathing became faster. Our voyeur had pulled up right next to us and provided us with some blocking to the rest of the audience. " I can hear how wet you are. " the voyeur quietly said to my wife. With that bit of encouragement I pulled my hand out to display the wetness on my finger tips to prove her correct. She held my hand and licked the tip to taste.
Amanda was twitching with excitement. She was loving the sexual attention from her new playmate. In the middle of gasps she leaned over to the voyeur and kissed her gently on the lips. My God if I had underwear on that night I would have cum all in them. I had known Amanda to be with girls before but I was never around for those "College days". Amanda said, "I think Dave likes you as well but I'm not sure, you may have to feel if he's hard".
Without hesitation she reached between my legs for a cock check. "He's hard but I think he wants to cum." We don't live too far from here if you'd like to come with us for a drink", Amanda responded. "I'll get my coat and duffel bag". I asked her if she needed to get dressed and she stated, " I have. I put a bra on".
As we walked out of the gallery the door light lit up Amanda's top and showed just how see thru it was. This was going to be a memorable night.
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