Ebony & Ivory Erotic Tales: Art Festival by Mia Loveless

Ebony & Ivory Erotic Tales: Art Festival
     
     
    By
    Mia Loveless
     
     
     
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    Ebony & Ivory Erotic Tales: Art Festival
     
     
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    The Artist In You
     
    Katrina was happy to be away from Russia if for no other reason than to get a much needed break from the terrible weather. The woman wanted to be somewhere that she didn’t have to wear a coat that went all the way to her ankles or gloves and a hat. She wanted to move about unhindered for a while and that simply meant she would need to travel. Besides it was high time she took a vacation.
    These are the thoughts that helpe d her plan her extended trip. She had decided the art festival on the Island of Malta w ould be a perfect get away. Katrina had a new credit card and it only seemed appropriate that she break it in with style. She headed out and did some light shopping in order to prepare for the trip ahead. She needed some good heels and a few new skirts, not to mention the lovely bikini she had been eyeballing at her girlfriend’s bou tique. Katrina liked to support her friends any chance she got and besides the suit was a gem. She was sure she would get some time t o enjoy the Mediterranean beach and wanted something nice to wear while she did.
    After a short time at the store Katrina was able to go about the business of getting everything ready for her trip. She had booked a villa on a private part of the lagoon because she believed if you were going to travel you should do so in style. Part of her style meant living in the lap of luxury while the other part meant late night gallery wine and dines and rushing to commissions the next day; she never regretted her change in career for a minute though.
    She had spent a great deal of time dancing in front of large crowds with the ballet. She had been a promising young dancer and was scooped at her first audition. It all ended when she suffered a knee injury that prevented her from performing many maneuvers. Now, a few years later she was traveling to an art festival to further pursue her career as a well-known water color artist.
    Her flight was pleasant and she was happy to know the villa was as private as the brochure showed and twice as clean. She relaxed on the open porch and thought about what the next day would bring her. She wanted to bring some new work back for her gallery but only had a small budget to work with, besides the vast portion of this trip was meant to be for her to kick back and forget about work for some time. That didn’t mean she couldn’t shop the festival like a professional. She knew later in the day and toward the end of the festival she would get the best deals but she also had a taste that required the provocative with a cutting edge and those were generally grabbed in the first days.  
    She took a bath thinking about the next day and wondering how she might relax so she could make the right decisions when the art presented itself. She found her hand straying below her belly button to the soft mound between her thighs. She cupped her hand over her cleft for a moment wondering if she should start her vacation in true style when her fingers seemed to behave of their own accord. First her middle, then her index finger slowly found their way between her thick lips. She moved her hips a s though she were with a lover and sighed as the warm water moved to cover her past her shoulders. It felt great to soak in the lap of luxury for a few moments.
    Katrina ran one hand