A strange encounter.

George gets back to sleep again after Vicky has left. After a wonderful start of the day he thinks he can take a nap because Vicky woke him up so early and he is still tired. That was one fantastic way to start the day. What a great fuck.

After sleeping for a couple of more hours he finally gets up and starts to prepare a late breakfast. Bacon and egg is on the menu this morning and together with some coffee and juice he thinks about his future plans.

Mary is coming over at seven tonight and after her George has decided that he will not take any new bookings at all so that he can figure things out.

After breakfast and a shower he goes out. It is a lovely day in April and he walks at the Strand towards Trafalgar Square. There on a whim he enters The National Gallery. Since it is free it’s something that he does frequently. After the usual security procedure he is walking around inside. Immediately he spots a woman with exceptionally long and extremely white hair. Her hair is a piece of art and George gets very intrigued by the woman.

He can’t see her face and she is wearing a short black dress. After basically stalking her for a while he starts to realize that she has an amazing body. She is tall in her high heels and she walks around like she owns the whole place. An aura of a queen is a vibe that George picks up. Her voluptuous body is showing under her tight dress and she has incredible nice long legs.

Eventually she notices that George is following her around in the museum. She doesn’t react in any way she just accepts it as something completely normal. She even smiles at George when they finally is face to face. Her queen like appearance is only emphasized by her face and especially her nose. George likes what he sees and is so puzzled by her unusual look but aristocratic look.

She doesn’t look English. She is just so unique and different compared to all the other visitors. George doesn’t know what to do about her but she helps him by walking right up to him. Up close her brown eyes look amazing.

“ Hi I am Blanche.” She tells George.” The look on your face tells me that I am the sexiest woman you seen in a while? But do you even know that we are at a very nice museum. I bet that you can’t even mention one painter? Stalking or looking for women in this wonderful place is such a sad thing to do. You should be appreciating all the beautiful art instead of just looking for sex.”

George has to smile. Blanche is full of confidence and she is definitely acting like a great queen. However George doesn’t get the feeling that she is acting. This is the way she is.

George gets an idea. He takes one of her hands and just starts walking with her. Blanche doesn’t protest she just follows George. Without saying a word they walk together rapidly and George is leading the way. In a couple of minutes they are in George favorite room at the museum. The Italian painter Canaletto is the attraction for George in this room. They walk to the middle of the room.

“Blanche you are both right and wrong.” George tells her.” You are the sexiest woman I have seen in a long time. My goodness you are so beautiful and look so intriguing. But you are also wrong. This is my favorite room in the museum. Love Canaletto’s paintings. Some say they look like modern postcards. Be that as it may but I just love his paintings and I visit this museum and this room at least twice a year. I am George and I just love beautiful things regardless of its fabulous art or breathtaking women.”

Blanche looks at George in a different way. She is still holding his hand. She slowly looks around and even smiles a little. Her eyes get bigger and wider and she then smiles and looks at George with a new expression. Then she moves and wraps herself in George’s arms. George has **** but to hold her in his arms as she moves very close to him. It’s a very intimate gesture and a very big surprise but George gets a feeling that it’s not a sexual act but a real moment of tenderness and connection.

For a couple of minutes Blanche looks at the Canaletto painting. She slowly turns 360 degrees with George turning around behind her and still holding her in his arms. After seeing the painting from a distance she now starts walking towards them. She is still forcing George to hold her in his arms and it’s a very unorthodox thing that George is experiencing.

The room is almost empty apart from them. Only two old ladies are in the room and they look and smile at them. George is starting to relax now and he notices how great Blanche smell. A hint of jasmine and probably some lemon fragrance as well. Her tall body feels great against his body. He is very surprised by the fact that this feels completely normal now and they behave like they have known each other for a long time.

Blanche then moves a little. She turns around and now she is facing George. The smile on her face is now very big and her eyes look almost lovingly at George. She then gives George a big hug. She leans in and whispers in his ear.

“Sorry for misjudging you George.” Blanche tells him. “ Sometimes I reach the wrong conclusion too quickly. Normally I am always right but today I was definitely wrong. However I can easily change my mind. Also some of my biggest mistakes turned out to be the best things in my life. I am starting to feel like this is one of those occasions. Can’t tell you how much I like this turn around with you George and the feeling I get with you standing here in your arms in this lovely room.“

Next Blanche moves a little and places her head and especially her lips in the kissing position. She obviously wants to kiss but she doesn’t kiss George. Perhaps she wants George to take the initiative to the kiss. George is no longer surprised by anything that Blanche is doing. The connection between them is very strong and he leans in and gives her a kiss. A very tender kiss and a soft one. Not especially erotic just a nice kiss. Blanche is onboard with this lighter kiss and she is just gently moving her tongue around. The kiss last a long time and they both don’t want it to stop.

Finally they stop kissing and Blanche turns around again and wraps herself in George’s arms again. This time she leans harder into his body and her firm ass is digging into George crotch. She moves his arms around and puts them on her belly and then she starts looking at the painting again.

They walk around like this and look at every Canaletto painting in great detail. The place is mostly empty so the two of them are almost always alone. It’s starting to feel a bit strange being embraced like this with Blanche for George but he also likes it very much. Finally Blanche stops moving around and she goes back to one of the paintings. She starts to talk to George.

“This one is my favorite. One or two of the others are also very nice. But you have to do better than this George if you want to impress me. “

“Blanche this room is good but my favorite room is at the Louvre in Paris.” George starts talking to her.” The room at the Richelieu wing is a magnificent big room with something like 24 paintings from the same painter. All painting are done by Rubens. All are of Marie de Medici. She was probably the richest person alive when she ruled the Medici household. You are probably a relative to her. You are a queen with your appearance and action. You also look like one with your face that look like you are a royal. “

“ That room is magnificent and it’s almost always relatively empty from other people. I can sit there for hours just looking at all the paintings but also just the fabulous big room with openings in the roof on the top floor. If we were there now I would not hesitate for one minute to get undressed and then fuck you on that wooden floor. Some people dream of getting fucked at the top of the Eiffel Tower. You might be one of those. Exhibitionism is certainly a turn on but fucking in that room is more of a sacred experience. I have always wanted to fuck in that room. Before I meet you I had no idea with whom I should do it. Now after meeting you it’s totally clear to me who I am fucking on that floor in the Louvre with other people perhaps watching. But I couldn’t care less if I was with you and having the fuck of a lifetime in that room. “

Blanche is for once a bit surprised. She stands totally silent and still. Then George hears that she is sobbing. He looks at her face from the side and small tears are coming out from her eyes. Strangely she is also smiling.

Without turning around she starts talking to George. Her message is short.

“George please take me home to your apartment. I need to show you that you don’t have to be in a spectacular place to have the experience of a lifetime fucking with me. Any old place in London is all I need to blow you away.”