Artistic Dreams (closed)

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Max shook hands with those whom he was introduced to, almost crushing the hand of the 'wife' of the gay marraige.

As Natasha gave him his apologies, he reached for his camera and started to take the photos, of Natasha, her guests and the general ambience.

He was offered a glass of champagne, and he sipped his glasses, as he focused on the subjects. He chatted with various guests, including the daughter of a guest, similar age to him, and rather adorable, despite her rather skinny frame. But they chatted for a while,a nd even started light flirtation before he resumed his duties. But Gilly followed him and was happy to hold his glass fo rhim.
 
She smiled seeing him with someone near his age. She was married and even if he was attractive she could not do anything. She smiled and got him in on some of the photos. For a moment she simply moved to the little balcony walkway to get a moment alone and watched him. She could imagine dancing with him and... She shook her head trying to get away from any further thoughts about him.
 
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Max saw Natasha go outside onto the balcony alone.

He gave his apologies to Gilly, and headed out to join her, standing close to her, his camera over his shoulder, and his glass held in both hands over the side.

"A penny for your thoughts lovely one? It seems going well, so why are you out here alone Natasha?"
 
Just needed a breather and debating a smoke.

She stared out over the older side of the city with a sigh.
 
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"Why the sigh? Need a hug?" He enquired unsure why he asked that.
 
A hug... Far more than that Max... They have both spent half the evening trying to convince me that I should some young thing who is as artistic ad I am and can see me as I am and not as a business party prop. They mean well but... Loyalty and vows matter to me as much as my art. So..***** is what it is... But enough of my marital problems. Are you having fun? I see the Transportation commissioner's daughter seems to really like you.
 
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Max pondered as he sipped his champagne...

"Loyalty and vows are important Natasha I agree, but sometimes they have to settle to second place to the most important thing in anyone's life...."

"Ahh Gilly cute sdorable but could be akin to having sex with a cheese grater, she is so skinny and all bones.. But great personalty....... and cute looking"
 
What is more important that loyalty and vows and honoring them?

She had to agree the girl was rather slender but she was still young. Metabolism would fail her in time.

So you are saying you are not interested in her?
 
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"What is more important that loyalty and vows and honoring them?"

Max smiled as he edged closer to Natasha.

"Your self Natasha. Gone are the days of where the women fold were considered the property of their father's or husbands. You own yourself. If you are not happy, your husband or your friends will not be happy in your presence."

He reached over with his left arm and gave her a friendly comforting hug with his arm before returning it to the balcony as he took a sip.

"And as to Gilly, depends.... I'd consider shagging her" he muted if that is what you mean?

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No that wasn't. Do you have a girlfriend or anyone you are interested in?

She laughed a little curling into the brief one arm hug without realizing it.
 
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"Nope, I'm young free and single at the moment.... I have a couple of fuck buddies I guess who I see from time to time, but just chilling out I guess...."

He turned to face her, using his hand on her cheek to make her look at him.

"So remember yourself, as number one is more important than anybody else in the world, including your husband, wife etc. "

He released her face as he finished speaking and resume looking out over the square and the city light up by those neon lights.
 
Beyond my art I really have no idea what else I would want...

She laughed a little at his fuck buddies comment but looking into his eyes she envied them. Getting to see those eyes seething with primal passion and hunger.
 
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Max pondered as he looked out across the city..

"Not even some one to hold you, make you feel wanted, loved cherished? Ateall you do look stunning this evening, several men were oogling, leaching after you inside there...."
 
Yes... Those things would be nice as well but they are not my lot in life.

Turning to look at him she tried to plaster on the happy smile for the party.

So escort me back to the party?
 
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He saw her eyes, dark and inviting. He wondered what secrets she hid in them, he sensed a sexuality outside the norm but he wasnt sure how or what.

"I thought a male escort was called a gigoloo!"

He turned and offered Natasha his arm.

"It would be both an honour and a privilege"
 
Isn't that only if they get sex?

She laughed and slipped her arm into his as they walked back downstairs to the party.
 
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Max rentered the party with Natasha on his arm to a few loks, including from Gilly. It wasnt long before Natasha was called away, leaving Max to resume to his photographic duties, Gilly soon found him and resumed talking yk him.

Max wasnt sure if she was talking yo him because he was one of a few in their age range or if ghere wss any othrr motive.

He did though end up taking several photos of Gilly ax she posed for the camrra, posing , flirting.

But as the evening started to close, Gilly insistec thst she should have his dmail address to recieve the photos, and she kissex his lips.

But soon the guests had leftleaving Natasha with Max and a few staff of ghe Town halll.
 
The gallery owner pulled Max off to the side for a moment.

I read people quite well and Gilly is sweet and all but I think you might have a thing for Natasha... Don't tell me if I am right or not but here is a picture from the society page of her waste of space other half. No competition at all for you handsome... Think about it. She deserves so much better and more than him. He had never been to any of her showings not even the one in London. But you did not hear a word from me.

With that he was gone to talk to Natasha about sales and requests.
 
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Max listened as the 'husband' or 'wife' spoke to him about Gilly and Natasha. He wanted to tel l him to mind his own fucking business, but thought that might be an unpleasant end to the evening. He liked Natasha, she was pretty and attractive, but she was both older than him and spoken for. Whilst he had not even looked at her sexually, her comments about vows and loyalty reinforced to him that she was off limits even if he wanted to.

He had watched Gilly leave as she blew him a flirty kiss, she had already sent him an email.

As Natasha spoke to a few remaining individuals, Max found a half bottle of champagne and recharged his glass as he waited.


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She was finally free to go and smiled to him.

Where do I need to run you? I am staying at my studio but wherever you need me to drop you off.
 
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Max smiled as shs approached.

"Your studio is fine, I live a ten minute or so walk away, and that walk would do me good... so did you sell sny pieces this evening?"

He follews Natasha to the car and opened her door for her.
 
Most are sold and some commission work as well

Nodding she smiled as he opened the car door for her.

To my studio then
 
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"Most are sold and some commission work as well"

"Good for you, well done.... need to go and celebrate!"

As they drove, Max looked at Natasha in the flickering street lights, the odd car headlight.

She was very pretty, and around ten years his senior if not a tad more. He couldn't help thinking about what the Gallery owner had said to him. But he was attracted to her, but was she attracted to him?

'But no' he reminded himself, she was talking about vows and loyalty on a couple of hours ago on the balcony.

But he saw her thigh through the slit of her dress, and his cock did stir. He had never slept with a female significantly older than him, though he had tried a couple of times with out success

But he fought his mind. Remember you have always been blown out before by the older women!

As the car parked outside the studio, Max was out of the car like a shot, and walked purposefully yo the driver's door, opening the car door for her, and offered her his hand.

"Please allow me Natasha."
 
Celebrating would be nice I guess.

She drove to the studio and parking the car she watched him leap out and hurry to her door and offer his hand.

Thank you Max

Placing her hand in his and stepping out of the car with a smile. A soft kiss to his cheek as she spoke.

That was so sweet of you.
 
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