Fiction: A quiet corner

The museum was extremely large and it was incredibly easy to get lost if you were looking for something other then one of the big blockbuster exhibitions. Kayla had discovered this once when she'd had time to kill and found herself meandering through galleries she hadn't known existed. Some of them were very quiet, occasionally empty, which was so different from the popular exhibits and gift shop. There was an exciting tension in each of these rooms - everything on display but also sort of hidden away.

She'd been dating Yasmin for a while but their dates were always pretty standard - in a coffee shop, a bar, or at her flat - so she fancied something a bit different and suggested they visit the museum on a Sunday afternoon. Most people would be in the big exhibition which was closing that weekend, taking advantage of their last chance to get up close to the iconic artworks before they were returned to the museums who loaned them, so Kayla figured that wandering around the smaller galleries might reveal a nice quiet corner.

They walked slowly, hand in hand, away from the main entrance and in whichever direction looked the most peaceful. Around every corner they found cabinets with beautiful objects but rarely had eyes for anything other than each other. As they entered a long room filled with eighteenth century treasures, Kayla noticed that not only did they seem to be alone but that there were tall cabinets which would hide them from view for a short while, should anyone else appear. The temptation was just too great.

Guiding her girlfriend to a suitable spot under the pretence of looking at something on display, once they were slightly hidden from view Kayla pressed Yasmin against the wall and kissed her hard. Their hands began to wander, across hips and breasts, while their breath quickened. "I wish you could fuck me right here," Yasmin gasped as Kayla kissed her neck and then moved down to lick her cleavage. For a few minutes, they became completely lost in each other.

Hearing voices in the adjoining gallery, they drew apart and caught their breath, smiling knowingly at one another as they moved to a different spot in the room. The approaching group stopped to chat to one of the gallery assistants and all were out of sight, so Kayla took the opportunity to bend Yasmin over one of the low display cabinets and slowly begin to lift her skirt. The thrill of potentially getting caught was almost as exciting as the anticipation of the fuck they knew they probably couldn't have here. Kayla's fingers slid inside Yasmin's underwear.

As the other group now entered the room, Kayla carefully manoeuvred herself so that it would look like she was simply peering over her companion's shoulder at some priceless artefact. Carefully licking her fingers clean she pressed herself firmly up against Yasmin's backside and then whispered in her ear, "how quiet do you think you could be?" Her girlfriend let out a frustrated sigh. "Not quiet enough, sadly." They slowly wandered towards the next room, in search for another quiet corner.