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

snapped, “Son of a…” just as a beautiful, long haired woman had walked up to look at his work. It was just like him to get caught losing his temper. He was struck by the curve of the woman’s shapely hip and her tiny waist. She was tall and beautiful and seemed interested in a particular favorite of his.
    It was a painting of a forest. I t looked like hundreds of Christmas trees that had been planted and were left to grow wild. The trees were crooked and created in retro seventies colors. He liked the look of the darks and lights and the realism of the forest but he loved the way it looked like an alternate cover for Alice in Wonderland as well. He liked the painting enough that he had quite a high price on it.
    The woman looked at Sandro and he was suddenly struck by how amazing her eyes were. They were large and strong and seemed to see to the core of Sandro. She had a beautiful bust as well, shapely and contained by elegant black vest that reveled fantastic cleavage. He couldn’t help but wonder what she would look like without a stitch of clothing on. Perhaps he could devise a casual way of asking her out for drinks after the festival closed. For the time being he tossed the easel aside and stepped forward to tell the lovely creature more about his work.
    “Do you sell to galleries?” The woman asked before giving him a chance to say anything and he didn’t know how to respond, so he went with what popped into his head, “I sell to whoever pays for the item.” They both laughed and it was an easy sound that calmed the two of them immediately. “If you’re asking that I discount my price for a gallery you’ll have to buy quite a few paintings to get a rate off.” He cast his eyes over the length of her body; the flowing skirt caught in all the right places pointing out that this woman was a length of curves.
    Katrina made a bold move and said, “I’ll take this,” while handing Sandro the full asking price in cash. She looked at him as if asking if he would baulk at her money and then she said, “I will commission more from you onc e this sells for me at a profit.”
    Sandro took the purchase in stride, collected the woman’s money and moved to start wrapping the package up for her. He didn’t care if his work was in a gallery or in her living ro om, he was just happy such a magnificent woman was interested in his paintings. S andro turned trying to formulate the words to ask her out when she said to him, “I need someone who can help me plan a few more purchases for the rest of the week and from everything I’ve read about you, I think we may have similar interests.”
    Sandro was taken aback for a moment that this beautiful lady was interested in spending time with him; he was even more surprised that she felt they shared similar tastes in art. It didn’t matter because he knew he’d be read y for a drink after closing up either way.
    “Sure, why don’t you meet me back here say around 8:30. We close at 8 so it will give me just enough t ime to get everything I tied up before closing fo r the night. I would love to spend time talking art with someone as beautiful as yourself.”
    Katrina blushed a little at the compliment and agreed to meet him back here in a few hours. That left just enough time for her to get a feel for the other artists’ work that was offered for sale. Perhaps she could find something else for the gallery and certainly she could find plenty of artists to ask Sandro about.
     
    A Night At The Beach
     
    As the artist s started closing up their booths and preparin g to settle in for the evening Katrina started working her way toward Sandro and wondering where the two of them might head to in order to discuss what the gallery might benefit the most from. As she approached his booth she was shocked to see everything already sealed up. She couldn’t believe he would leave without waiting for her. She was just wondering if they had stated today or if he’d meant tomorrow when