A chime came from Harry's pocket causing me to shift off him, our bodies once snug in the middle of the couch. Leaning forward, he scrolls through his phone, reading a text. Dropping his hand on my thigh, he wants my attention but doesn't say anything yet.

"Would you . . . like to go to an art gallery?"

"Right now?"

"Yea, its like 15 minutes away. My friend says there's an unusual exhibit I just have to see."

"Sure, but should I change?"

"No, you're perfect. I'm just going to put on a shirt," Harry squeezes my thigh and walks over to the closet.

Regardless, I freshen up in the bathroom, reapplying make up and redoing my ponytail. Forgetting where I placed my flats, I reconsider and go with my black heels for a dressier look. Harry passes me to go into the bathroom, wearing a thin black shirt, rolling up his long sleeves. And in a few minutes, he has styled his hair and dabbed cologne, driving me a little nutty with my obsession over him.

I ponder what kind of unusual exhibit we will stumble into, how different the setting will be compared to an American gallery, if there were any differences. We park and arrive at this inconspicuous brick building, I would have never assumed it to be in there. Harry and I stand side by side and take the pamphlet from the girl at the door as we walk in to the lobby.

"Woah," Harry blurts, a few steps ahead of me. I'm curious to know what he's looking at.

Then I walk in to see red and yellow spotlights hitting a large intestinal looking tent, covered in yarns and stretched out fabrics, like nylon. The brochure says "Carnal Flowers", a collaboration of two Latin American sculptors, best known for their sensual art installations. What this really looks like is something out of the Little Shop of Horrors flick.

"I see what your friend meant by unusual. I was expecting weird paintings, not to actually interact with the art piece," I say as a woman tip toes inside the tent.

"I feel like we're about to walk into a huge vagina," Harry chuckles. I blush hoping no one heard him as I nudge his arm. "Its true look at it!"

I have to agree, he nailed the description of this . . . vulva looking entrance. We carefully push through a slit between two vertical red cushions, I feel like I've shrunken in size and am traveling through Raggedy Anne's body, if she were an adult. There are small pillows on the floor and fabric walls, simulating human cells. On the ceiling hangs these tear drop objects, like someone put a huge rock in a pair of large panty hose, making it seem more similar to male genitals.

Right away I notice Harry's grin, already knowing what he's thinking. If I could speak for him, I'm sure he would comment on the ball sacs and the way people pass underneath gawking. The tunnel then turns into a fork. Choosing to go right we find tiny illuminated caves; crawling being the only option of entering. Luckily this place isn't crowded or this would be too awkward.

There is a large flat bean bag inside, big enough for two. Harry rolls on and I try my best to lay down with out my dress lifting. Staring upward, I take in the layers of sheer fabrics lit by sunset colored spotlights. Makes me wonder what it must look like inside my uterus. . .not really. When I turn my head I see Harry already gazing at me but those wheel are spinning.

"Wicked, isn't it?"

"Uh yeah, I can't believe they actually made this. I could fall asleep right here."

"Oh this isn't making me sleepy . . . not at all."

My curiosity spikes at his comment and malicious grin. Automatically, I look down at Harry's crotch and fluster at his protruding seam. I wish I could brush off his remark but now that is all I can think about, heat building up in my gut. His hand slides onto my stomach and the weight sends a tremor down to MY carnal flower.

Harry looks around, I don't think anyone is coming, but I'm nervous of getting caught if he should try to pull something. His hand travels down and under my dress, glistening eyes craving my attention while he bites on his bottom lip. Weakness! He's laying on one side and leans in to kiss me; tonight will not be censored I guarantee.

His lips are playful and soft. I immediately bring my hands to his pretty face as I aid him down yonder, bending a knee. I've given up trying to convince myself that this isn't me, that I'm not normally like this, in public much less. Truth is, Harry had awoken a side in me that I had never accepted, like a sleeping volcano discovering its power. It wasn't that I couldn't say no every time Harry touched me, because I wanted it just as much.

"I have a confession . . ." Harry whispers in my ear and I quickly scrunch my nose. "I'm incredibly horny right now. . . all I want is her."

Words dripping off his tongue at the same time his hand presses up hard against my underwear, I can barely swallow this nylon knot in my throat. I think of all the possibilities: right here, in the bathroom or the car. Yes it has come down to that, I'm spellbound. My eyes roll to the back of my head as his hands rotate and his hot breath streams across my face.

I think I hear someone but Harry isn't pulling away, he's too busy pecking at my neck and poking a finger. Teeth chewing on my bottom lip, heart pumping extra blood, I'm sure voices are near by. I want them to go away, Harry's finger feels too good swirling and tickling my surface, smile pressed against my cheek.

"Do you like it when I touch you?" he fearlessly dives into my eyes, I bite the corner of my lip in a poor attempt of a response. "If I made you cum right here, we could just say it was part of the show."

Giggles proceed from my nervousness, Harry has such a colorful way with his words. Pulling his hand away, he sucks on the tip of his finger, sending a paralyzing taser through my entire body. I'm left without a moment to process that image fully as Harry begins to crawl back out of this love nest. I don't think I can handle another pitstop.

The passageway takes us to this dome-like belly. There are several figures hanging in the stretchy fabric, appearing like adults in a womb. This was all pretty bizarre to me, it felt like A Clockwork Orange backdrop, erotica for the demented. We make it out alive and exit through the back of the gallery.

"Well that was wild . . . 30 minutes well spent, wouldn't you say?"

"Ummm, it was very interesting," I know my cheeks are probably beet red right now, enjoying the fresh night air.

"Are you hungry? Would you like to go somewhere else? It's only 9 o'clock," he lowers his stare to read mine.

"All I really want is a hot bath," I sigh.

"For two?" he smiles.

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I envision a silent film with melodies filtering the air. A night filled with lyrics expressing more than our own words can say. I search for the song After the Storm, waiting to play it on my phone once the bathtub is full. Removing my jewelry and pinning my hair up in a bun, Harry walks in naked as the day he was born.

He's serious but calm, its that expression when you've grown accustom to a living with someone, a comfortable routine. I've seen the same expression on my father's face, when he takes off my mother's coat. He doesn't have to but he takes the liberty in doing it every single time. Just like when he pulls out her chair or opens the door, or when he rubs my mother's feet when they sit to watch their Saturday night tv shows.

Harry unzips my dress, catching it when it falls to the floor, placing it on the bathroom counter. As if he owns my body, he removes the rest of my undergarments without even a flinch. I stare in the mirror, two bodies completely exposed standing comfortably before one another. Harry's head rests on top of mine while caressing my sides.

Large hands taking down my hair and guiding me to the oval shaped tub. The water is hot but not scolding. Harry lays back and gently pulls me to rest against his chest, his smooth legs cradling mine. I gather my hair over my shoulder and listen to the soothing music and Harry's breathing.

I like the swooshing sounds of the water whenever we move. Drips skating across the ripples, echoing like a rainstick, when I lift my hands. Harry's chin lands on my bare shoulder, full lips stamping my wet skin every minute. His arms fold around my waist, innocent and still. My guard is completely down, I have no reason to be embarrassed, even if I can see my chest in full view.

We dwell in this position for a while, the pads of my fingers already pruning. My body has fallen asleep even with my eyes semi open. Suddenly a string of excitement emerges when Harry's hands climb to grope my breasts. I hear him exhale as I gasp for the air thats missing from my lungs. His arms forming a cross over my chest, I hang on to them as my energy levels increase from the arousal.

Harry's breath on my shoulder feels hotter than the water itself, but my insides are burning. A grin creeps up when one of his hands sink below the water's surface, tickling my inner thighs while moaning softly in my ear. My mouth parts at the touch of his two middle fingers intruding ever so delicately. It isn't until he begins to nibble on my ear that my chest dips like a roller coaster.

His throat rumbles with an evil snicker, intoxicating the sounds that dance around my head. Not to mention the hardness that has sprouted underneath me. My body sways up and down to his subtle hand rhythms. All that is missing is one of his lewd cusses under his breath to send me off the edge. I was not in the mood for polite sex, that I was sure of.

Pausing from all foreplay, we finish washing our bodies before coming out of water, although that could still be considered foreplay. Attempting to towel dry my hair, leaning to the side, Harry grabs the front of my thighs and slides up behind me. I drop the towel and hold on to the bathroom counter. His mouth is soothing my burning skin, trailing from my neck across the top of my back.

Turning around, Harry then lifts me on edge of the sink, wrapping my legs around his hips. Our lips meet and battle to see who can overpower the other. I can't tell if the drops on my chest are from my recent bath or the sweat beginning to secrete from my pores. First of all, I've never bathed with any one else before. Secondly, I had never had sex on hard surfaces other than a bed . . . twice. This was raw and adventurous, though the discomfort couldn't match up to the soothing pleasure I was getting from Harry.

This was turning into a heated war zone. The desperation and anxiety clouding every corner of my brain, wanting all sensations to linger as long as inhumanly possible. Harry's mouth mercilessly ravages the delicate skin around my neck and shoulders, I could see the red blotches forming like hives. My bum was cramping up, I had no other choice but to lock my legs around him, relieving the ache.

"Agai-nst the wall?" he struggles. I whimper and nod.

Harry spins out of the bathroom and throws me against the wall by the door frame, a perfect place to grip on to. His face is nuzzled between my chest and like an angel's trumpet, I hear Harry slur the cuss word I had been waiting for. Unfortunately there is no time to waste as I lower myself upon his erection.

No sense in lying about how I've fantasized about this particular scenario, being taken against the wall. His sudden plunge into my depths, cause an insane amount of pressure, whimpers are all I can communicate. Confusion sets in between that fine line of pain and pleasure, but I know I will adapt because I refuse to stop.

I whisper his name while trying to sustain my body weight, hands pushing off his shoulders. But Harry's hold sends me diving against him, hitting a pleasurable area only he has reached before. His groans and grunts haunt me as I try to remember the pitch and replay them in moments of silence.

This position is hitting that desirable angle again, I try to grip anything that will help me through this wormhole. Between the door rim and Harry's hair, I moan profusely and feel my knuckles turn white. A cool rush follows the hot wave as it leaves my body. In an instant of panic, thinking Harry was about to put me down, I clench my thighs around him tighter.

Not realizing his reasons for attempting to escape, his vulnerable grunts are accompanied with more cussing. His thrusts slow down and sink in deeper. An unknown feeling abducts me, the sensation of being filled with a flush of warmth. I know its too late. My hands bury in his hair and our bodies continue to dance. I say I don't care now but this carelessness could ruin me down the road if the unthinkable were to happen.

Assuming we were done, Harry carries me over to the bed, his eyes glowing in radiant green hues. On the edge of the mattress while Harry remains standing, one hand cuffs my ankle down on his chest while the other my grabs hold of my thigh. A flirtatious grin stills his mouth, I only hope that I'm not too sore to endure this. Then he begins to grind smoothly inside me with that stripper move he had tried showing me earlier.

I have no further objections.

Notes

I appreciate all of those who have commented and voted on this story. I am now approaching a fork in the road, where I could easily end this story with the next two chapters. Although I have plenty material to continue it if those of you are interested . . . thoughts?

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