Thursday, january the eighteenth

Hello Bob, do you like museums? Cause I kinda do and I feel like telling you a story about one right now... It was a few months ago, in the end of fall, and we had decided to go to the museum of natural history, you know, the one with skeletons of horses and dinosaurs, humans and whales and chimpanzees.

« So basically, all this diversity is only thanks to sex... » Pierre pointed out as we were between a stuffed elephant and an aquarium. From the look in his eyes, I knew where this was going. And I was prepared for a proposition to pay tribute to the root of evolutionary diversity. I chose to play it dumb though - it wouldn't do to make it too easy for him.

« Indeed, I said, sexual reproduction allows for a mixing of the genome that random mutations would take ages to even approach! The world was mostly algae before sex came into the equation. Now we have fish, elephants and tall guys looking at me with weird expressions... »

« Well, how can I not be impressed by your knowledge of the advantages of sex over lonely pleasure . Although cell division probably doesn't involve any pleasure... » I rolled my eyes « Poor things. » he mused « What was I saying anyway? » I smiled, he was sometimes quite the airhead but this time it felt like it was on purpose: the game was on.

« You were flattering me . »

« Oh right, flattery, and why, except for the obvious fact that you are the most praiseworthy creation of evolution, would I have been doing that? » I smiled - he's always been pretty good at making me smile - and pretended to think for a while. I then leaned toward him and, on the tip of my toes, whispered into his ear:

« Maybe because you want to get me into a good mood and convince me to celebrate sexual reproduction . »

« Now that's an interesting theory! » he said as though the idea hadn't even crossed his mind until now. « I'm interested, please pray tell, how would I proceed to do that? »

« Let me show you... »

Hey Bob, you may think that we like to complicate things... I confess, we kinda do, we see those little games as the occasional spice on our menu. Oh and by the way, I hope that the sexy parts are not bothering you too much. I tried to tune down the details compared to last time, but there may yet be a few of them coming your way! Anyway, back to Pierre, the museum and me.

I took his hand and led him to the garden, indulging him: « I guess first you'd try and find a quiet corner where we could leisurely enjoy each other. Of course you would keep flatering me in the meantime. » As the good and docile student he had never really been, he nodded

« Aurelia, why wouldn't we go to the garden, it might be more calm. Have I told you lately that I love you? Have I told you there's no one else above you? » I sighed

« Come on, you can do better than just quoting Rod Stewart to me, can't you? » Do you know the look a top student might take when scolded? Well he had just that look, and I had to hold back from laughing before he took it more seriously .

« The leaves are wonderful, they look like liquid fire. They look like a sun setting with a smile. They look like a love letter from the trees to the sky... they look like you. » I paused - I admit he had taken me by surprise - and hid my emotion with a tender kiss - but my eyes couldn't lie and he was no fool. - « Yeah, flattery would definitely get me a nice kiss, he smiled, but what would I do next? he said as the playful light came back in his loving eyes. »

« Then you would find a secluded spot - I lead him to such a spot - and you would kiss me. » He grinned and, from the sadistic look in his eyes, I knew what he was about to say even before the words left his lips:

« Where? » Playing my part, I pointed to various parts of myself and, playing his, he kissed wherever I told him to.

« There - a kiss on the back of my hand - there - on the tip of my nose - there - on my eyelids - there - on the base of my neck - there - on my ear » - I know you have no ears Bob, so you can't really know but it feels really, really nice - as he was nibbling at my ear with passion and a devilishly varying intensity, I noticed through my half closed eyelids that our secluded spot wasn't that secluded as a children's class was slowly but surely coming our way...

« Somehow you would notice that the garden isn't the tranquil place you took it for and you would take me somewhere else... » I whispered in his ear .

« Taking you does sound like a good idea right know, he nodded » I smiled and added that, by this point, he would be bold enough to grab my ass on occasion, he laughed.

We walked back toward the museum itself and I waited - can you figure it Bob? This rascal made me wait for it! - I waited before feeling his broad, firm hand on me as I opened the door. 

We roamed and roamed but every nook we could find only sheltered us long enough for our appetite to grow stronger.

I kept leading him around, me telling him how he would have done to take advantage of his flattery, him acting as though the ideas where his to begin with.

At my behest, he became more and more adventurous and we soon found ourselves heading towards the only place that would allow our experience to get wilder: the restroom.

As we locked ourselves up in the small place, I told him that by now he would be bold enough not to need any more instructions - Not that I disliked giving him some mind you! No, it was simply that, in a place like this, discretion is key, and having to tell him what to do in an increasingly ragged voice wouldn't exactly do the trick - he understood and diligently complied.

He lifted my dress and quickly took my lingerie out of the way, not even taking an instant to appreciate the lacing - but fear not, my underwear took it's revenge later on - Bending me over, he positioned himself behind me and, although gentle on the first thrust, he didn't hesitate an instant and quickly increased the tempo.

We had been roaming on and on in the museum, the tension building up between each of our kinky stops between the gigantic skeletons and I barely contained my voice when I, at last, felt him inside me.

His left hand came over my mouth to mute the muffled moans that I soon couldn't help letting out while his right gripped my waist. As quiet as we were trying to be, his moves made the occasional slapping sound on my butt cheeks and his pleasure, mirroring mine, made his breath a bit noisy.

There was something terrifyingly exhilarating in the thought that we could be heard at any minute. What if someone wanted to go to the restroom and became impatient, what if someone came and tried to wash the restrooms? Well Bob, we were just about to find out!

As I felt myself losing it, Pierre suddenly stopped but kept his hand over my mouth. I suddenly heard the whistling tune coming from the toilet next to ours followed by the noise of someone cleaning.

We stayed there, frozen, but the cleaning guy was apparently there to stay and, Pierre still inside me, my desire was still burning. I moved my hips in a small circle and then to and fro.

Slowly, Pierre accompanied my moves and, silently, we continued.

We were painfully aware of the possible witness that only a thin wall separated from us, all our senses were outstretched to capture any suspicious noise. Ready to stop at any moment, we enjoyed every thrust as though it was our last, our pleasure seemed to fill us even more. We took extreme care with each of our moves and the feelings where greater - not even accounting for the aphrodisiac that brought the sense of risk and prohibition -

If not for Pierre's hand, I couldn't have contained a giggle as someone knocked on the door - the cleaning guy still whistling on the side - Pierre somehow managed to stay focused as he politely apologized for his use of the toilet: it was probably going to last a while still.

There was a mumbled response on the other side of the door and, ever so careful, my man went back to business.

We continued, now with twice the reason to stay quiet. In the end I bit his hand to keep my climax silent as he poured deep inside with a sigh that was either misinterpreted by our unwelcome guest or covered by the whistling.

Either way there we were, in a position that was getting uncomfortable in a toilet that we couldn't exactly leave right now: what would they have thought if they saw the both of us come out at the same time? We somehow managed to change position and he sat on the throne as I sat on him, face to face.

We stayed there for a few minutes until the whistling faded away. As I rested my head on his shoulder, holding him tight, I thought to myself that I didn't mind so much and that this place wasn't so uncomfortable after all...

In the end we heard the whistling stop, the door opened and closed and the voice from before sighed from relief in the other toilet. We got up and left, we had planned to leave the restroom one at a time but the third person that was waiting in front of our door made us reconsider.

Could you have guessed it Bob? I mean, how crowded can a museum restroom be?! And so we retreated hastily, I may have blushed a little but Pierre refused to lower his gaze and put a finger over his mouth.

« Shhh » he said with a wink to the third person. We left the restroom and the museum to take a walk in the afternoon breeze.

« It's amazing where a little flattery over leaves in a museum can get you, I mused , it would make me wonder where it would get us in a park ... » He looked at me with an eager smile and a predatory gaze that, considering what we had just been through, frightened me as much as it arose me. He understood, and probably shared my opinion as he said:

« Another time maybe? »

« Yeah, another time sounds fine , I said , taking his arm ». We walked for a while, simply enjoying a silence that wasn't imposed to us anymore, taking in the warmth of each other, the rich smell of wet ground and the auburn leaves on a clear blue sky.

I hope you like museums now my dear knight, I might be tempted to go back there, now for one additional reason. Anyway, I am glad I could share this bit of fun with you, see you later Bob!