<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Kelly flung herself into Nicholas’ arms like there was nothing to lose. Her hips bucked above his and both legs lifted from the polished floor of the airport to lock heels behind his back. Both arms hugged his neck tightly; a gifted rose romantically held in one hand. When her lips pressed against his mouth for a kiss they were still smiling wide. She couldn’t help but smile big and bright. She was finally with Nicholas, and it was no lie how long and dry the month had been without seeing his face every day. Even the paintings decorating the halls of the St Louis Art Museum had lost their glow for the Curator; knowing that Nicholas was thousands of miles away across a global sea. How she felt right now in his arms was incomparable to the joy she felt when admiring her favorite paintings or sculptures. Nothing could take her admiration for him away; the happiness he gave her could not be replaced it seemed.<br/><br/>Her shiny shoes eventually found their place back upon the floor with delicate ‘clicks’ from those high spikes. They were apple red, and her toes that were clearly visible had a metallic shine to the red toenail polish too. Her arms fell from his neck down his shoulders, under his own arms, only to lock behind his back in another hugged embrace. Kelly was oblivious to the occasional airport customer who happened to catch the two in their elaborate greet. It was as if it was a scene straight off the Hollywood screen where two lovers finally embraced each other after years and years of turmoil, brought on by the separation of distance. It was beautiful the way Nicholas held her in his arms, and even more beautiful when he happily smiled and kissed her back with a hungry appetite that equaled her flooded eagerness.<br/><br/>Together they walked to the vehicle and Kelly became engrossed with her single rose. It was countless how many times she raised it to her nose to smell the soft fragrance while Nicholas led the way to his limo. It was easy for Kelly to appreciate the fine things in life; a painting, a great looking man, a rose.<br/><br/>While in the limo they sat relatively too far away from each other for her taste, but she made up for it. They sat across from each other in the luxury of the vehicle and Kelly allowed her skirt to rise inches up the side of her thigh to reveal miles of her creamy leg. If her legs wouldn’t have been crossed Nick could have probably seen the thin, triangle patch of burgundy thongs covering the shaved flesh of her sex. Kelly used to never wear thongs until she had met Nicholas. It was just one little piece of evidence of how Nick had helped Kelly open the door to flights of sexual freedom within herself. With him, there was always something new to sexually explore. He knew how to coax her into positions she would have never dreamed of doing. First it was missionary for starters, then it was the classic rock-and-roll, then the saucy spoon, and let’s not forget all the oral excitement! Last time they were together Nicholas tried talking her into doggy style…and he succeeded. It was one of the greatest orgasms she had ever experienced.<br/><br/>The toe of her apple red heel snuck under the hem of his pants leg while the limo rolled down the streets, and she pulled it up enough to rub the spiked heel against his ankle. He ought to know that he could take her right there in the privacy of the car before they even reached their destination, but she knew he wouldn’t. Nicholas was like that. He loved to let her excitement build before eating the desert. He told her over and over ‘some things are worth waiting for’ and ‘the longer the tease the sweeter the release.’ As she looked into his eyes she could tell he had wonderful things planned for the both of them. It was going to be a great vacation.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><em>”Frances! Are you coming down for breakfast? Come as you are dear…no need to dress!”</em><br/><br/>Kelly bit down on her toothbrush and rolled her eyes. It had been a couple days now, and despite all the wild lovemaking he still insisted on using <em>Frances</em> sometimes. <em>That is alright</em> she thought to herself <em>I bet some teeth grazing and nibbling upon his manhood will jolt the name from out of his vocabulary!</em>.<br/><br/>She finished brushing her teeth and put the toothbrush away. The mirror was almost fogged over by the hot shower she took this morning. Even the air in the bathroom was heavy with moisture…almost like a sauna. Just the way she liked it too! Kelly had a secret fetish for bathrooms. It was her favorite part of any house; that is, if the bathroom was immaculate in design and cleanliness. The way a person kept their bathroom, in style, design, and products, said a lot about what kind of person they were. And needless to say, like two peas in a pod, Kelly loved everything she had seen about Nicholas so far. With no children and being independent, she had plenty of time to pamper herself properly, and she made no exceptions while visiting Nick.<br/><br/>Already wearing a sexy robe, she crisscrossed the sides over her naked breasts and lazily tied the belt once to keep the material in place. It was a satiny pink color, and the sheer transparency of the fabric made light absorb into its fibers, towards the ivory tone of her flesh. The robe hugged the slopes of her body like a gentle breeze sweeping over the contours of a spring hill. Because it was see-through, there was nothing hiding from the eyes that already knew what was there. The darker tones of her areoles were vibrant enough that shades were visibly made out through the fabric, though not enough to allow eyes to touch a mouthful of naked nipples. Those cute freckles in star constellation formation of Cygnus the Swan could be seen through the material of the robe on her left shoulder too, and the seductive line of her pussy lips which Nicholas had already stretched and worn away were visible if one stared long enough through the sheer robe.<br/><br/>Kelly came out of the bathroom and down the flight of stairs to wear Nicholas sat eating his toast. She smiled at him, “My friends back home at the Saint Louise Art Museum sent me a text last night. They said that two of Monet’s paintings were auctioned off and bought by the same person. Can you imagine possessing <em>two</em> of Monet’s works of art?” She slipped into his lap, forcing him to put his laptop aside. Her body was fresh and lovely, with many places where cum could explode upon. She kissed his mouth. “Monet has got to be one of my favorite painters of all time Nicholas. Those scenes he painted of his daughter’s garden – with the arched bridge over the pond of lilies – are exquisite. The owner who bought those two paintings at auction a couple days ago must be very proud of their purchase no matter the price. Even if it was an outrageous price, those paintings are priceless.”<br/><br/>She slipped her hand down to find his groin between the folds of his dressing gown and began to play with it. As if she had lost interest in the matter of subject she quickly changed the process of thought – though with a flirtatious technique. “And this, my love, is a work of art too!” She affectionately gave his sac a squeeze and felt his shaft twitch with her wrist. “Mmm…I have a hungry appetite this morning. I hope you have enough to quench my thirst, especially after last night?”    <br/></span>