The Secret Meaning I was drinking in the painting, absorbing its detail, feeling the colors vibrating on the canvas. I was studying the brush strokes that depicted the subjects on the cloth, wondering if the subjects felt the brush strokes when they were created. Dark shades hiding to push out the ridges and troughs in the subjects’ detail, each hair of the brush carrying a hue to define its purpose. “Kinda makes you wonder what they were talking about, huh?” She sat close to me speaking a little louder than a whisper. I jumped, not realizing that someone had sat down next to me on a bench in front of this painting. “I don’t think they were talking.” I said as I shifted uncomfortably to see who it was that sat next to me and was bold enough to speak to a stranger at a museum. Staring back at the painting, I said, “I think the café was too crowded and there wasn’t anywhere left to sit. They were staring at each other in greeting. Making sure it was okay to sit down and join the person who was there first.” “How do you explain the çankaya escort smile in her eyes? Or the upward turn to his lips at the corners?” I turned to fully look at this woman who felt that it was so important to share her opinion about this painting with a perfect stranger. I was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and an un-tucked plaid button down oxford. Dirty old sneakers and I hadn’t shaven in two days. My black hair sprinkled with silver at the temples and peppering my head. My hair is buzzed short and my eyes are big and brown. “I guess I can’t explain the ‘smile’ in her eyes or the upward turn of his lips. I think everyone gets something different from this painting.” I said, staring at my new bench companion. I’d never seen her before but she was beautiful. She had long brown hair with tan skin. Lips painted red and matching her fingernails and her eyes as blue as the center of diamonds. She was wearing a light colored sundress, as it was quite hot outside this August. Her open-toed rus escort shoes showed red painted toenails that matched her lips and fingers. She must have noticed me looking at her toes and she shifted to face me, slightly parting her legs before crossing them. “It’s as if they are sharing a silent joke; don’t you think? …like they just had sex in the restroom or something; just before there was a rush in the café.” She smiled a wicked smile. “My name is Kristina Morays. I’m an art student.” She extended her hand in the gesture indicating she would like to shake my hand. I took her hand and shook. She held my hand squeezing gently but not letting go for a little longer than people normally do after a handshake. I turned back toward the painting, searching for the artist’s name on the placard next to the name of the painting which was, “The Secret”. There it was, “K. Morays”. “You painted this?” I said still holding her hand in a leftover handshake. “That’s it, isn’t it? They just had sex in the restroom,” eryaman escort looking into her eyes as she began to smile. She stood up then, taking me by the hand and leading me out of the exhibit. I stumbled turning to pick up my backpack as she hurriedly pulled me from the bench. We quickly walked though the doorway. Quickly, we marched down toward the front of the museum and then down a narrow hallway, into another doorway. It was the men’s restroom. Straight to a toilet stall. Into a stall, the door closed behind us. Not giving me the opportunity to say anything, she pressed her body against mine and forcefully slid her tongue into my mouth. Letting my backpack fall to the floor, she took my hands and wrapped them around her waist and onto her firm ass. Pulling my hips into hers and moaning as she felt my erection stirring in my pants. She hiked up her sundress and let me slide my fingers between the fabric of her mesh thong and her shaved pussy. Swollen, wet and tender. She started to unfasten my belt and unzip my pants. I didn’t wear any underwear that day, so I just flopped out of my pants when she unzipped my pants and she gasped as she took my entire length into her mouth in its semi-erect state. She seemed hungry for my cock as I watched it disappear into her mouth and down her throat.