A naked woman walks by

From another door, a woman enters the gallery. She is completely naked, apart from the lace hood over her head that covers everything except her lips and a flow of brunette hair that reaches down to her shoulders. Her body isn't that typical of a model's, but that's not to say it's not attractive. Far from it in fact. She has curves in all the right places, from her thick thighs, to her plump ass, to her breasts that were about as big as her head. She also had a vine tattoo that travels down the entirety of her right leg, which would mean anyone here would have a chance of recognising her if they ever see her on the streets.

She walks around the gallery, giving everyone a view of her body. She seems to serve as a distraction from the art, and admittedly, I can understand why. That body of hers would turn heads even if she was fully clothed. You'd probably pack this place out if you had told people she would be nude. I suppose that's why she's wearing her mask, so she can both expose and hide herself.

I follow the woman to the far right corner where there is a seat waiting for her. Those in the gallery gather around and for a moment, I imagine myself in her shoes. Having all these people gawking and salivating over your body. Being at their mercy as you display every inch of yourself. Allowing yourself to escape into the exhibitionist's greatest fantasy.

If the woman was unfazed, she showed no signs of being so. Before sitting down, she smiles at her audience and turns around. She proceeds to bend over, using one hand to pull on her butt cheek to expose that pink pussy of hers. It's almost as if she's daring someone to come fuck her. Hell, my fingers twitch at the thought of giving her the touch she most certainly craves.

The woman takes a seat, where she leans back and spreads her legs, exposing that pink pussy of hers. She rubs her thighs, making everyone wonder if she's going to touch herself. Or is she going to ask the crowd to get involved. Whatever the case, she had us all on the edge of our proverbial seats.