A very Modern Art Gallery

We will never look at an Art gallery in the same way ever again. The towering construct to modern art stood before us.

The rain was also outside with us, as we made our way from the train station. And although we had tried to remain undercover, we were totally drenched by the time we made our way into the climate controlled interior and checked Alice’s bag.

I looked around as she exchanged her handbag for a token. Another couple and a female friend raced through the door, also seeming to seek refuge for the sudden downpour. All five of us nodded and gave a collective wry smile at our bedraggled predicament.

I brushed the water from my close-cropped hair and looked at Alice. She too, was worse for wear thanks to the rain and Galleries climate control system. Her cream-coloured crocheted top and skirt hung wetly from her form, its open pattern showed goosebumps which was nothing compared to her very chilled and erect nipples straining at the slip that clung to her under the top.

Again, I glanced at the couple, for a fleeting second. I thought I saw their friend’s smile linger for just for a moment longer. And then bushed aside the thought.

Turning, Alice and I looked at the Galleries signposting and then headed to an exhibition space that was showing a collected installation from North Islands. I stole a backward glance at the threesome - for want of a better description - and again saw a furtive glance from the friend, as the couple laughed at something one or other had said and the three of them headed further down the arched corridors that joined the seperate spaces.

Between us, to tell the truth, Alice and myself are closeted exhibitionist, even if it is simply for our own benefit. It often goes beyond cuddling and holding hands, clandestine caressing and pressing against one another is something we both enjoy. The more brazen the better. I sometimes find myself looking straight at security cameras before I very obviously run my hand down her ass, leaving little doubt that I’ve pushed as close to her pussy as is possible.

She, on the there hand, will press her amazingly buxom cleavage hard against my arm, and then move back and forth, leaving her nipple standing as proud as they were now from the air-conditioning.

It was at this point that the couple and more significantly, their friend, appeared from the other end of the exhibition. The couple seemed oblivious; the friend however, knew exactly what was happening, “That seems like a well air-conditioned outfit”, was the passing comment. The three of us smiled……. A knowing smile. We had been caught and the three of us knew it.

Alice and I, both nodded toward the lady, and with a laugh Alice decided to call her “Jen”, which is something be both do, referring to people we meet and never find out their names.

Our paths crossed again, in the next display, and again a backward glance to the extended couple, gave me the impression that, our voyeur paused long enough to see where Alice and I went and then directed her friends to the other entrance of the space Alice and I had entered.

The lighting dropped away, several turns removed all the remaining light from the main atrium. Hidden speakers, spoke the artist’s words, projectors presented images of a beach, every now and then an image would flash, a woman in a bikini, a ball, and duck waddled across the beach, a man’s chest, broad and bronzed.

I paused, again Alice pressed against me. I turned, absently looking at another image on the opposite wall. That turn, brushed my arm lingeringly path across her breast, my hand ending up gliding across her thigh and ending up resting upon her womanhood, whereupon I pressed, as she slowly turned her head to acknowledge the brazen caress.

Timing, as they say is everything. At this moment the couple and our secret admirer entered the display. The couple, again, seemed oblivious and bored by the whole scape.

“Jen”, however had again caught us. Three of us again exchange glances. I was about to make a joking comment, as a way of beginning a conversations, and got no further than, “So.” Before the male friend motioned that they should head to the left……”Jen” followed.

Trailing behind her friends, she glanced back, her finger lingering on a softly illuminated sign, warning that, to the right was a continuation of the video-scape, which contained some adult content; to the left, was a more moderated version.

We headed right. Another turn and anther darkened room. Moving images filled the three walls ahead. Each had speakers and sounds to match. The girl, no longer had a bikini, her round breasts bounced as the waves broke against them, nipples hard. She threw the ball to the man, who was likewise naked, his endowment also bobbing in the surf. A muffled conversation drifted over head. Some words intelligible, others seemed muted to hide its context.

In the centre of the space, was a single round couch. Alice and I sat, both exchanging glances and then looking at the video dialogue unfolding around us.

Again we began our clandestine antics, she pushed her breast into my arm, one of my hands began to work its way between the fusion of the couch and between the cleft of her ass.

There was something erotic, something elicit about watching the exchange on the separated videos. The man and woman where obviously engaged in something themselves, naked on a beach.

At this point, I felt the weight change on the couch, and a finger touched my shoulder. I glance and saw another hand rested lightly on Alice’s shoulder. Without taking her eyes from the image of the woman breasts, Alice murmured, “Hello”.

I turned and lightly kissed the finger that rested on my shoulder. We both turned. “Jen” was kneeling on the couch close behind us, arms resting upon us. Without pause, we both kissed her on the cheek. And then, in turn on the lips. My hand met Alice’s, across Jen’s back and I felt Jen’s breast press into me, in the same way Alice was so fond of doing.

The three of us continued softly touching and caressing in the darkness, whist the conversation on the videos played out. As the room darkened, whist the presentation reset, Alice asked, “ Where have your friends gone”, “ They aren’t much for Art Galleries”, replied Jen.

We all stood, “Would you like to have a drink at the cafe,” I asked. “By the sound of it the rain is getting heavier.”

“That would be lovely,” Jen said, extending a hand,” My name is Alex”.

“Nice to meet you”, we both said.

Footnote - The rain continued for a most of the afternoon. But, by then, the Gallery was a way behind us. Alice, Alex and myself had found a different way to pass the time on a rainy summer afternoon.