I visited the State Art Gallery regularly. My love for art motivated me and inspired my culture. Being married I was finding my outings alone more and more rewarding.

She was beautiful. Her hair was long and curled, her eyes were large and bright and her body was petite. Standing in front of a painting by Monet, I saw her. It was difficult to keep my eyes and attention on the art, as her presence attracted my subtle attention. I can admit seduction was my purpose when I walked next to her. She was admiring a priceless Monet as I said my first words to her, “I can see he is complementing his model,” I said.

“She has beauty expressed by deep passion for life, in her eyes,” she responded,

“Passion is truly expressed in her eyes,” I agreed. My heart was pounding with love. Lust was my subtle intension. She gave a hint to follow as she walked to the next painting, so I followed.

My interpretation was that the flirting expressed in art was obvious and I told her so, ”This painting doesn’t hide passion. It shows a true sign of seduction.” 

“I see confidence in the way she flirts with her artist through to her audience.” She smiled and led me to the next painting.

We spent the next hour commenting on art, becoming forever more indulged in the culture that the art was creating. We both knew that lust was manifesting between us. I could see seduction in her eyes and she could see seduction in mine. We left the Art Gallery together.

We were in the back of a Taxi heading down town when she took my hand in hers. Her eyes found mine. I was greedy for our lust, so I kissed her. Taxi stopped outside her terrace house. “Do you want to come in?” she asked.

“Please,” I answered.

Inside her home I saw that she was an artist. The walls of her apartment were dressed with her own artworks. I sat on the sofa. “May I offer you a drink?” she said, ” I have a special liqueur that I can offer you.”

“Thanks,” I answered.

With putting the drink in my hand she sat down next to me. Our eyes seduced each other, as we sipped our drinks and made small talk mainly about art. 

Our eyes attracted a long, sensuous kiss. Our passion was deep and was becoming rewarding. I unbuttoned her blouse as she unbuttoned my shirt. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to her bed. Our kissed became frantic as we gradually became nude. Intense climaxes followed by sensitive affection. We made passionate love well into the evening. Our love making was full of passion and pride.