Grand Opening-The Art Gallery and The Gentlemen

Sam called from the base of the staircase as she turned, heading towards the front door, "Jennifer, hurry up; we're running late for the grand opening of the art gallery."

"I'm on my way; just putting on my shoes," Jennifer shouted back.

Tonight marked the grand opening of their close friend's art gallery, and Sam and Jennifer needed to arrive early to walk the red carpet with Scarlett. Sam tapped her five-inch open-toe nude wedge knee-high boots, attempting to feign patience.

Sam readied to shout, but Jennifer rushed down the steps before she could.

"Let's go before Scarlett gets on our case," Jennifer remarked, zipping up her winter coat.

It was a chilly 39°F in Atlanta with clear skies – a relief since Scarlett disliked the mix of rain and cold.

"The Uber is two minutes away; let's wait outside," Sam said.

Stepping into the cold, the ladies felt the brisk air. "It's freezing. Scarlett owes us for this," Sam commented, and Jennifer nodded in agreement. The Uber arrived, and they hopped in.

"Hello ladies, West Peachtree, The Biltmore Ballrooms?" confirmed the driver.

"Yes," they replied in unison.

After fifteen minutes, they arrived at the venue, greeted by a long line of guests.

"I'm texting Sam to see if we should wait in the front or find her somewhere else.

Hi Scarlett! We're out front; should we wait for you or meet somewhere else?

-Sam

Hi, I'm pulling up now, so you guys can get out.

Scarlett

"Scarlett said to get out because she's in the car behind us," Sam told Jennifer.

Exiting the Uber, they spotted Scarlett by the red carpet, adorned in a maxi-long silver mermaid sequin dress. Scarlett, elegant with her hair in a bun, received hugs and kisses from Jennifer and Sam. They strolled the red carpet, posed for flashing lights, and Scarlett addressed questions from various media outlets before they headed inside. The guest doors were open, unveiling the gallery for viewing and silent bidding.

The trio sashayed into the event venue, where immaculate decorations greeted them. Servers offered champagne and hors d'oeuvres to guests, and the ballroom buzzed with spectators and potential buyers.

"Alright, ladies. Mix with the guests, explore the art, and engage in small talk," Scarlett instructed with a smile.

Jennifer, standing alone and admiring Scarlett's art piece titled "SUMMER MOON," felt a guest approaching. It was a male guest with an enticing scent. They stood together in silence, examining the artwork.

"I love this composition; the colors and style balance the piece, stimulating a harmonious inspiration," he said in a smooth, sexy voice.

Jennifer looked up, noting his considerable height, and smiled without saying a word.

Curious, he asked, "What are your thoughts on the art?"

"I think the art is filled with a lustrous depth of color. It evokes emotion and offers a refreshing perspective," Jennifer replied, still captivated by the painting.

A server offered them champagne and hors d'oeuvres, and they stood quietly as other guests circulated. Despite the passing time, Jennifer and the gentleman remained together, silent for thirty minutes.

Feeling the need to use the restroom after drinking champagne, Jennifer excused herself. In the bathroom, she encountered the same gentleman.

"Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry," Jennifer apologized.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked, realizing it was the same man. "This is the women's restroom."

He nodded and said, "Looking for you," moving closer and inhaling her scent.

Jennifer's thighs began to moisten from the juices in her middle; she wasn't wearing panties. A slight moan left her mouth.

"Mmmm," she said as she took a deep breath, "Why are you looking for me?" Jennifer inquired in a seductive tone.

He pulls a condom out of his pocket and tears it open with his mouth; took the condom out of the wrapper, and it disappears into his pants. The gentleman slides his right hand up the back of her right thigh, and Jennifer begins to shiver with delight; the gentleman lifts her body and straddles her legs around him. He walks forward; Jennifer is now pinned, held up between to wall and his body. The fear of someone walking in on them was exhilarating, turning on Jennifer; she wanted the gentleman to continue; she kissed his neck slowly.

Jennifer listened and felt the gentlemen unzip his pants; a lamb skin-covered meaty, large piece of flesh graze her between her legs. Jennifer kisses his neck tightly to communicate a sense of urgency in her need to feel him inside her. He comprehends and swiftly positions himself to become acquaintances with her.

Deep.

Fast.

Hard and intentionally, the gentlemen slide inside Jennifer, using one hand to hold her up and his other hand to cover her mouth and muffle her moans. As the gentlemen used deep skilled strokes to satisfy her; Jennifer felt her needs met, touching her g-spot every time he rubbed inside her. It was a matter of time before she would climax, and as if on cue, she sprayed her natural juices all over the bathroom floor.

Jennifer felt the gentleman's body go limp, and he slowly released his tight grip on her; she stood and tip-toed to the sink to wash her private area. The gentleman adjusted himself, tossed the condom in the wastebasket, washed his hands, and walked out of the bathroom. A few seconds after, he left Jennifer in the restroom, standing there, looking in the mirror. A group of ladies came in having scattered conversations.

Jennifer finished her bathroom routine, applied a coat of lipstick, and left, searching for the gentleman. To her surprise, he was nowhere to be found. "Did he leave?" she wondered. Unbeknownst to her, Sam approached.

"Great turnout?" Sam asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, the place is packed," Jennifer replied, still preoccupied.

The night unfolded without any further encounters with the mysterious gentleman. Jennifer, Sam, and Scarlett engaged in intellectual conversations with guests, enjoying the art.

The following day, the ladies gathered for lunch to discuss the night. Scarlett shared that all her paintings had sold, recounting a story about one piece purchased by an anonymous buyer above its asking price. The signature line read, 'The Gentlemen, For A Lustrous Depth of Color.' Scarlett was puzzled, but Jennifer understood the meaning and couldn't help but smile.