Ebony & Ivory Erotic Tales: Art Festival by Mia Loveless Page A

over her nipples and with her other she fondled her lips with experience. She rolled her tender flesh between her index and forefinger until it grew swollen begging for more stimulation. She moved with rhythm in the small tub causing waves to lap against the edges until she moaned, reaching orgasm and true relaxation. She closed her eyes for a moment and drifted off for a short time. The cooling water woke her and then she rose from the tub and spread a rich lotion from one end of her still athletic body to the next. She would be ready for whatever the festival brought in the morning.
     
     
     
     
    At The Festival
     
    Katrina paced through the booth s; her slick , short boots making soft sounds on the cobble stone. She was a vision with a floral skirt that flowed freely and a sharp black vest. To those who spotted her she looked li ke she was on a sort of mission and s he was actually. T here was a certain amount of work she needed for her gallery and she wasn’t sure where best to start so that she could remain within budget.
    Across the festival lane Sandro was hanging last minute work and freeing up space. Sandro had spent the last two months preparing for this show. He had created more paintings than he’d thought he could be capable of in more than a lifetime just to bring the best he’d made to this show. He wasn’t just hoping to sell enough work to get items in galleries outside of his home town; he was hoping to gain interest from someone who could get him some face time in a magazine. Being in print was part of a personal goal he had set for himself some time ago and with each chance he had to seize the dream he put his best foot forward. Sandro worked in an unusual format and hadn’t discovered an artist yet that was capable of creating the texture his paintings h ad. It was something he was truly proud of.
    He moved a few paintings around looking for the last easel he had packed. He wanted an area at the ba ck of his tent where he would be able to set up a work station. He didn’t want to spend the next few days sitting in a quiet tent if he wasn’t going to take charge of his situation and create some more work while t here. He moved a few tables and created a stand for his register and card machines. He placed the bin he used to file invoices next to the area and then began to set up an easel. He had seen an incredibly large dog earlier he wanted to distort on canvas and knew just the colors that would b e perfect for the image in his head.
    Katrina continued moving further into the festival, her long legs carried her past booth after booth of washed out water colors and jewelry that may have been better off at a craft fair. She didn’t want to take something home just because she had made the long trip but had started to think it might be a necessity. She stepped off to the side out of the streams of people moving up and down the aisles. She wanted to get a good look at what was surrounding her and get a feel for what booths she may want to get a closer look at. That was when she saw the sign for Sandro Peruzzi. She had heard a lot about his work and thought that at least getting a glimpse of what the man was a ll about would be a great idea. Now all she had to do was navigate the crowd.
    Katrina was bu mped and jostled as she hurried across the cobblestone. In front of Sandro’s booth Katrina saw t he man was fumbling with an easel attempting to get it to stay standing. He was dressed in simple black slacks and a white button down shirt. Katrina stood for a moment glancing from the paintings to the man who had created them and back again. It was quite a sight watching a full grown, handsome man battle it out with a simple easel.
    Sandro had remembered the easel working at home so why couldn’t he get it to stand here? He looked at the ground as if the problem might exist there, then he jerked on the bars of the easel trying to get them to stay in place. He got a cut along one side of his hand and