I was walking through the Senckenberg Museum of Natural History with the rest of the tour group from the Language Institute of Frankfurt when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into one of the shadowy corners. I gasped and looked up to see who it was – it was him. Immediately our lips met and our mouths and hands hungrily began to explore one another's bodies, tasting and feeling what had for so long been imagined. I inhaled deeply his scent that had caused me instant arousal each time he would pass me in the hall of the Institute. I didn’t even know his name. After several minutes we were both gasping for air and longing to find somewhere we could fulfill the desires of our bodies with less likelihood of getting caught.
Without speaking I took his hand and lead him into a smaller gallery, which was designed to look like a series of caverns and found a space between two of the caves where we couldn't be seen. We kissed again, with no less intensity than the first time, and he slid his hand up under my sweater and bra and cupped my breast in his cool hand. My nipple hardened at his touch and when he began to knead it between his thumb and fingers I gasped. My skin erupted in chills at his touch. I reached my hand inside his pants, sliding my fingers over his smooth, hard cock, and mimicked his every squeeze and caress. I looked up at him with eyes filled with desire. His gaze reflected mine and he leaned down and left a searing trail along my neck with his tongue. With shaking fingers I unzipped his pants. He reached up my skirt and pulled aside my panties and, lifting me up against the wall, he entered me. I moaned softly and wrapped my legs around his hips. I threw my head back against the wall, eyes closed, reveling in the feel of him, in the moment, in the sublime instant gratification of it all. He thrust inside me and my hips moved in rhythm with his to pull him deeper. I buried my face into his neck as I came to muffle my quiet screams of pleasure. My orgasm triggered his and I felt him explode inside of me. He held me there, both of us shuddering, for a long moment before releasing me.
We quickly righted our clothing, yet to speak a word other than with our eyes. We walked out of the crevice and went to find the group. A brief glance and the squeeze and release of my hand and we were back with the tour group as if nothing had happened. I didn't know if it would happen again, or if we would ever even speak of it, but for some reason I liked it that way…
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Without speaking I took his hand and lead him into a smaller gallery, which was designed to look like a series of caverns and found a space between two of the caves where we couldn't be seen. We kissed again, with no less intensity than the first time, and he slid his hand up under my sweater and bra and cupped my breast in his cool hand. My nipple hardened at his touch and when he began to knead it between his thumb and fingers I gasped. My skin erupted in chills at his touch. I reached my hand inside his pants, sliding my fingers over his smooth, hard cock, and mimicked his every squeeze and caress. I looked up at him with eyes filled with desire. His gaze reflected mine and he leaned down and left a searing trail along my neck with his tongue. With shaking fingers I unzipped his pants. He reached up my skirt and pulled aside my panties and, lifting me up against the wall, he entered me. I moaned softly and wrapped my legs around his hips. I threw my head back against the wall, eyes closed, reveling in the feel of him, in the moment, in the sublime instant gratification of it all. He thrust inside me and my hips moved in rhythm with his to pull him deeper. I buried my face into his neck as I came to muffle my quiet screams of pleasure. My orgasm triggered his and I felt him explode inside of me. He held me there, both of us shuddering, for a long moment before releasing me.
We quickly righted our clothing, yet to speak a word other than with our eyes. We walked out of the crevice and went to find the group. A brief glance and the squeeze and release of my hand and we were back with the tour group as if nothing had happened. I didn't know if it would happen again, or if we would ever even speak of it, but for some reason I liked it that way…
Find the audio version at: http://evaamoretales.tumblr.com/post/53308584244/museum-of-natural-history-find-the-original-text
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