[nuit blanche is an art event started in paris where public spaces are transformed into art for one twelve hour night and it's all free to the public]
she and her friends went wandering the streets of their city with an event map in hand and joy in their hearts. what a lovely idea, to make of their city a living museum and transform many public spaces into art.
a few they found particularly beautiful but mostly they just enjoyed meandering along the streets and watching their fellow citizens take in the sights.
eventually one of them flagged and hopped transit for home and the other continued her walk as she wound her way through a few exhibits that were on her way home.
she stopped a while at a small pond and fountain that had been transformed with lights and small sculptures of letters and a pair of slippers. smiling almost wistfully she took in the unabashed romanticism of the scene and wondered at the hopefulness of youth.
such flights of romance were beyond her these days, in fact she felt particularly beaten down by the idea of romance lately. not so beaten down that she didn’t slowly wander the path around this unabashedly romantic exhibit and definetely not too beaten down to sit on a lovely bench in a small copse of trees.
she sat there for a time and the small waterfall lulled her until she fell into a wondering daze. the crowds slowly diminished until not even the moon was up and then no one at all for a time.
long enough that she began to feel almost that she was in a glade in the woods rather than the middle of a large city. long enough that the water moved through a blur of candlelight and her eyes began to lose focus.
a couple wandered in to her field of view but she was so far away that she didn’t even stir as they wandered around the pond and danced across the stepping stones.
a small smile crossed the watchers face as the man caught the woman to him and twirled her once before dipping her. the woman gasped in mingled fear and delight as she arched back and her long blonde hair floated on the water.
she giggled and caught her breath as she was pulled up, pelvis glued to his, and left to dangle off one hand as he kissed her thorougly.
still kissing her, their bodies plastered together, he brought them up to stand and in one fluid motion lifted her on to his hips. they stood like that for endless time just kissing and slowly undulating against each other.
the watcher found herself leaning forward ever so slightly. her motion so slow as to be unremarkable by even the most skittish of wild things she bent almost double on the bench to peer more closely at the young people.
he left off kissing the blonde a moment to look around before walking, dancing really, across the uneven rocks to the edge of the pool and thence to a large tree standing less then ten feet from where the woman was sitting.
ten feet such that she could see their bodies and mouths but not really their faces and they could not see her at all.
he walked the willowy blonde right up to the tree and left her leaning against it with her legs around him as he worked to lift her blouse and expose her beautiful and unfettered breasts to the air.
her nipples crisped and he bent almost double to lavish them with attention. the one in the bushes found her own fingers creeping to her nipples in unconscious mimicry of their actions.
the blonde gasped and arched against the tree as her man began nibbling and tonguing her nipples. her rosy crested and extremely puckered nipples.
before she had a chance to settle in to his ministrations he lowered her legs from his hips and unsnapped her button flys with one quick tug and then down came her jeans.
she wasn’t wearing underwear either and her pussy, closely trimmed to a fine down of blonde curls braved the night air.
she opened her mouth, clearly about to protest their location but he forestalled her by dropping to his knees before her and plundering her glistening labia with his tongue.
the one watching shuddered and felt her own nether regions pulse in response and began to work her erect nipples even more harshly. she dropped to her knees before the bench and released her own button flys. was she ever glad she didn’t have zippers tonight!
the lady on the tree was shaking her head from side to side now, alternately gripping his hair with her hands and playing with her own nipples. her pelvis was slowly bowing away from the tree as she shoved her demanding clit into his willing face and he, he pinned the back of her pelvis with one arm and with the other he found her dripping entry.
her warm, silken, delicious, sodden, blond, winking hole in fact. he found her with three of his fingers at once and she howled as he thrust them into her which was a good thing because the watcher had gasped loudly and began fingering her own sopping clitoris while still teasing a nipple with the other.
the one watching unconsciously mimicked the rhythm of his thrusts with her hand as she watched him fuck the perfect body with his fingers and mouth. that perfect body that was writhing now except where his arm held her prisoner and he rode her and rode her with his mouth until she screamed.
he wasn’t finished though, even as she was still quivering against the tree he unsheathed his sword and rammed himself into her to the hilt. she screamed again and bucked against him as he fucked her into the tree and he took her bottom and lifted her with him until she hooked her feet behind his back.
and he settled in, her back on the tree and his hands on her bottom as he drove them both faster and faster. they were panting now, tongues tangling and mouths slipping and sliding to each others necks as they rode their sopping connection as hard as they could.
the lady in the bushes was heedless of any noise she made now, her hand brutalising her clit as her other hand pinched and tweaked both her nipples alternately. she bucked along with them and pumped her hips again and again as she watched the beautiful bodies in front of her drive themselves into an oblivion.
she saw his rhythm stagger and heard him begin to moan as he thrust and shuddered and exploded into the sopping wetness that was the woman against the tree and he shuddered and shuddered again and he began to shoot into her.
the young lady reached yet another climax as she felt his hot sperm erupt inside of her and she groaned long and loud as she trembled and shook against him. the one watching could take no more and groaned with them as she collapsed in a quivering orgasmic heap on the ground.
their bodies convulsed as they all came together and then the young couple collapsed against each other and kissed languidly while still joined at the root.
they stayed like that for time out of mind until finally he slipped out of her sopping entrance and dropped again to catch their juices with his tongue.
he licked her clean then as she gasped and begged and told him to stop while holding his hair for dear life until she came once more with an inarticulate cry and he released her quivering pussy and stood, dragging his body along hers and her jeans along with him as he covered her nakedness.
almost reverently he kissed her nipples one at a time before dropping her shirt to her waist and kissing her once more. she moaned again at the taste of their combined pleasure in her mouth and the watcher sighed to herself to watch them have such care for each other.
the pert young blonde dropped now to her own knees and cleaned him off. cleaned him until he was half aroused and he stopped her ‘save it for later love’ and she kissed his gorgeous cock once in a kind of promise and then placed him back into his clothes as he had done for her.
like him she slid up his body and they kissed once more before turning to find the next exhibit along the trail.
the watcher lay where she had landed, one hand still on her throbbing clitoris and a soft smile on her face. maybe romance wasn’t dead after all.
and once again, in it’s own unique way, art inspires another soul.
