by Young, Luke
She rubbed her hands over her face, then peered through her open bedroom door to find the bed empty and for a moment she wondered where Jim might be. Then there was a knock on the door. Rushing to it, she pulled it open to discover the nude super stud standing there looking wide-eyed and a bit stoned with two hands covering his groin.
“Chance.”
“No.” Frowning, he shook his head. “Call me Brice.”
“Oh, sorry. Brice, um, what are you doing here?” She waved her hands around in an awkward attempt at overacting.
“That’s not the line.” He frowned. “It’s—”
“Oh I remember.” She smiled then cleared her throat. “Does Jillian know you’re here?”
“It’s Anastasia…” He whispered.
“Sorry… Does Anastasia know you’re here?”
“She sent me,” Chance replied in character.
From there the pair continued on-script with the scene to the point where Brice stood before her wearing the tight half shirt and super-tight short-shorts with his enormous bulge trying to break out but somehow he was still completely concealed.
Chance looked down and frowned. “Sorry, wait a second.” Pulling the tight shorts aside, he let his manhood flop out. He whispered, “The costume people will figure that out.”
Suddenly the two were improvising just a bit.
“Oh.” He stuffed it back in then after a moment it again flopped out.
“Would you like me to help you with that?” Victoria asked.
“Ok.”
Taking careful hold of his equipment she pushed it under the fabric then watched as it flopped back out again. She tried once more and it fell out again. This time she held onto it, glancing up to his sleepy face then back down to it. She swallowed hard then began pulling on it. It, in fact, was growing and growing and growing. “It, uh, keeps getting bigger.”
“Well, maybe that’s because you keep pulling on it.” Patting her on the head like a dog, he smiled.
“Are you high?”
“Maybe a little.”
Stepping away from her, he broke into a chuckle. “I love that line… maybe because you keep pulling on it. Did he really say that?”
“Yeah, something like that.” She moved to the chair and took a seat a bit dizzied.
“They say truth is stranger than fiction.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, thanks for helping me out. I really appreciate it.” He pulled off the shirt and slipped off the shorts.
“Sure.” She drank in the sight of him nude once again with his now three quarters hard penis standing out before him.
“Do you want to touch it again?”
“What?”
“Do you want to touch it some more?”
“Um, I, uh…”
“It’s okay if you want to.” He took a step closer to her and placing his hands on his hips flexed his muscles and the giant monster throbbed and bobbed in front of her face. “I am your celebrity free pass, am I not?”
“Huh? What?” She gazed up to his face, perplexed.
“Celebrity free pass, right?”
“Well, not officially. I don’t have actual free pass approv—”
“Go ahead touch it.”
Her eyes slowly traveled down his chiseled chest to his tight abs to his full erection and she replied softly, “Okay.” Taking hold of it in both hands, she studied it for a moment before glancing up to Chance’s smiling face. Returning her attention to the tip, she opened her mouth wide, leaned forward and—”
Victoria’s eyes shot wide open and she looked around the darkened bedroom. Jim was sleeping soundly. Glancing to the clock, she found it was just after four a.m. She sat up in bed and took a deep breath, rubbing her fingers over her eyes then down to her chin as she realized it was all a dream. An amazingly hot and realistic feeling dream.
Her fingers slipped down to her nightshirt and danced over her breasts. She moaned, then ran her hands lower still, lifting up her nightshirt and slipping them into her panties. She was soaked. Running her tongue around her mouth, she turned her attention to Jim. She rose up to her knees and carefully pulled the covers off of his shirtless body, exposing his boxer shorts.
Lying on his side facing her, he remained asleep as she lay down curling up at the bottom of the bed and reached through the hole in his boxers to find his penis. After pulling it out, she tugged on it a bit, licking her lips in anticipation.
He moaned softly, stirring just a little with his manhood responding quickly. She moved forward, placing a tiny kiss on the head, before opening her mouth and taking it all inside.
He moaned a little louder as she went to work on him moving her neck back and forth letting his growing dick slide in and almost back out of her mouth. He woke and groggily said, “Hey, what’s going on?”
She pulled away from him. “You want me to stop?”
“No, but why are you up?”
“I had a dream.”
“About me?”
“Um, does it matter?”
“Uh-uh.” Taking gentle hold of her head, he guided her lips back to her task. The moment he slipped back into her warm, wet mouth he groaned. His eyes fluttered closed as she worked him over with incredible enthusiasm.
48
A few days later in the upscale bathroom of the mansion, Jillian waited while a dozen crew members scurried around the set making some final preparations. Next to her, Chance was wearing a short robe and she stole a glance or two at his muscular legs.
“Where’s Amanda?” Paul whined.
“On her way,” a crew member replied.
Suddenly the superstar appeared decked out in tennis attire, looking a little sweaty with her hair pulled back with a strand or two mussed, but still absolutely stunning.
“Places people,” Paul called out.
Chance removed his robe and handed it to an assistant. He was wearing nothing but a tiny G-string and Jillian simply could not avoid checking out his ass. She sighed then quickly averted her gaze when Amanda stepped up to her and said, “You really weren’t molested?”
“What?”
“Never mind.” The actress shook her head and as Chance moved toward the shower, she stood near the doorframe where a makeup artist sprayed her with a mist of water and worked on her hair.
“Ready?” Paul announced and crew members hurried off the set, Amanda moved into position leaning against the doorframe and Chance grabbed hold of the shower door.
“Action!”
The studly actor simulated pleasuring himself while holding onto the top of door with a white-knuckle grip. The actress watched him unblinkingly and sighing with a hand to her face.
Jillian rose to her tiptoes to get a better look and from her angle it appeared that Chance was completely naked. Closing her eyes, she imagined she was back on the very day in question and that it was her Brian behind that glass door.
“Cut!” Paul called out, yanking Jillian from her fantasy. “Let’s reset.”
Chance turned off the shower and an assistant rushed to him carrying a towel. The makeup artist went back to work on Amanda while Paul headed toward the stall. Jillian watched with little chills running down her spine as Paul provided direction to the dripping wet, muscular actor.
Two minutes later they went again and this time, Jillian needed to fan her face with her hand as she watched. Breaking out into a sweat and feeling a familiar tingle in a special place, she wondered where Brian was and what he might be up to.
“Cut! Good, but let’s do it once more.”
Jillian approached the director. “Do you guys need me any more today?”
“No, I think we’re done after this. How’s it look.”
“Um, it’s um…” She looked away shyly. “… it’s perfect.”
“Great.”
“See you tomorrow.” She turned on her heels and pulled the cell phone from her pocket.
Brian answered as she was slipping out the front door. “Hey, what are
you doing?”
“I’m on the set thinking about you. What are you doing?”
“I’m home. I just took a shower.”
“Oh really?” Jillian grumbled, climbing into her car.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, we were just filming that scene where I spy on you while you take a shower.”
“You were?”
“Yeah, and it was hot, if I do say so myself,” she replied as she turned onto the main road.
“Maybe later we can—”
“You feel like reliving it right now, but let’s rewrite history.”
“What do you mean?” He chuckled.
“I mean, I’m not going to be shy about seeing what you’re up to and no one is going to interrupt us.”
“That sounds a whole lot better.”
“I’ll be home in about fifteen minutes. How about you watch for my car then when you see me, you climb back in the shower and get yourself ready?”
“I just got a little hard when you said that.”
“I expect to see you a lot hard when I get there.” Grinning, she stepped on the gas.
Jillian rushed into the house and headed up the steps stripping off her clothes along the way. Hearing the shower running, she knelt down by her dresser. There she pulled clothing out of the bottom drawer until she found her shortest tennis skirt and tightest top.
Wearing nothing at all other than those two skimpy items, she moved to the doorframe and slumped against it watching her man facing away from her and going to town on himself. She grinned when she saw his tight grip on the top of the doorframe and the towel hanging in just the right place. He knew the routine from reading the book— he knew it all too well.
After giving him a moment, she slowly made her way to the shower stall and placed her fingers atop his. It was electric. Their eyes met and his busy hand stopped its rhythmic movements over his swollen erection.
“I was so wet on the court,” she said, her eyes dipping down to his groin then back to his face.
Holding back a laugh, he replied with a bit too much overacting. “And I… I was so hot for you out there that I just had to take care of myself in here.”
“Let me take care of it for you.” She flashed him a sexy grin, before bursting into laughter.
“Cut!” He frowned. “This just isn’t working for me.”
“Me either.”
He turned the shower off and put his hand to his chin. “I’m just not feeling it, you know, I just don’t think you’re capturing the essence of the role.”
“You’re right.”
“I mean, that outfit is amazing. Nice touch. The wardrobe department has really stepped up their game here.”
She looked down at her skirt. “I really like it too.”
“But the dialog, it’s too much like a porn movie.”
“Yeah.” She nodded.
“I think we can do better. Let me set the scene for you.”
“Okay. Okay.” She gazed at him hanging on his every word.
“Remember you and I just played an amazing tennis match and the sexual tension between the two of us is… is, uh…”
“White hot?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Exactly.” He smiled. “I’m the best friend of your son and you haven’t had sex in more than a year. So while you’re completely out of your mind hot for me and I’m dying inside to be with you, we’ve got this whole forbidden love thing going on.”
“Uh-huh. I see. I see.”
“So I think we need to lose the pizza delivery guy slash lonely housewife dialog and just go with something a little more organic.”
“Okay, okay…” She nodded running through it again in her mind. “Can I give it another try?”
“Yeah, let’s go again from where you’re slowly walking in.”
“All right.”
“And hey, I really liked the hand on my hand thing— that was a nice touch. I almost finished right there.”
She smiled. “I was ad-libbing there.”
“Yeah, go with that. Remember just have fun with it.”
She nodded then moved back in position near the door and looked at him, waiting.
He turned the shower back on then asked, “Ready?”
She gave him a confident smile.
Turning away from her, he looked down to his now flaccid penis and frowned. “Sorry, I just need a minute.”
“Sure, take your time. It’s more about getting it right than anything else.”
“Exactly.” He went to work on himself and after ten seconds he smiled. “That’s better.” He placed his other hand on top of the shower door frame. “Action!”
She moved to him slowly, struggling to maintain a straight face. She placed her hand again atop his and their eyes met through the clear glass of the shower as he released himself and turned away from her shyly.
Breathing heavily and in an Oscar-worthy delivery, he said, “Jillian, I, uh, I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” She replied in a perfectly sincere and believable tone equal to his performance.
“For doing this in your home…” He turned toward her. “… for, I don’t know… you’re so beautiful, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Me either.” She gazed unblinkingly into his eyes. They were in the moment together, completely submerged in reliving the experience.
With his lips slightly parted, he slid the door open and extended his hand. Taking hold of it, she joined him inside. He brushed the hair from her face then leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, wrapping his wet arms around her. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and they kissed hard. She placed her hands on his shoulders and he pressed his lips to her neck and kissed her as she hungrily nibbled on his shoulder.
Guiding her under the warm shower spray, he held her close as her tiny outfit quickly became soaked. Their lips reconnected as her hands slid down his chest to his abdomen to his rock hard cock. He groaned as her hands wrapped around him, squeezed him tightly and stroked him back and forth. Running his hands up her body he went under her shirt and pulled it above her swollen breasts. He dipped his head down and took a nipple into his mouth. She threw her head back and moaned. “Brian…”
He pulled back from her and struggled to lift the soaking wet top over her head. He directed her away from the shower spray and turned her around. Leaning her body against the cold tile wall, she bent over, taking half a step back and sticking her rear end out and glancing back at him.
His gaze traveled down her neck to her exquisite back then to her wet short skirt covering his favorite part of her. He licked his lips and sighed, then moved down to his knees. He took hold of the skirt and pulled it down to her thighs exposing her pale white shapely cheeks.
She gasped.
He pushed the skirt down to the shower floor. She stepped out of it and spread her legs wide. Placing his hands on her hips, he took a moment to admire her before pressing his lips against her lower back. She moaned and bending at the waist leaned toward the wall with her elbows and forearms resting on the tile.
He moved lower, sliding his tongue between her cheeks until he landed between her thighs. There, he pressed it deep inside her wetness. She groaned loudly, reaching back to pull his head closer.
He licked her wildly, pressing his face into her hard, struggling to breathe while tasting every inch of her. His tongue slid over her parts for what seemed like forever until his mouth ached and he pulled back from her. He gazed at her panting and she adjusted her feet further from the wall extending her arms fully. She maneuvered down bending at the waist as far as she could and wrapped her arms around the back of her calves, gazing upside down at his erection. He watched in awe as she moved into that pretzel like pose. Although not in Natalie’s league, Jillian was still amazingly flexible thanks to years of gymnastics training when she was a child.
He went back to work on her with his lips, mouth and tongue tasting, licking and exploring every part of her. Using one ha
nd, she reached between her legs and struggled to grab his cock. Feeling her fingers graze the head, he scooted in closer to her and she wrapped her hand around it and pulled on it hard. He cried out in pleasure and pressed his tongue into her deeper. The more she tugged on him the faster he licked.
On the brink of orgasm, she rose upright and turned to him, dropping her hand down to invite him up. He got to his feet and she kissed him hard, sliding her tongue deep into his mouth and tasting her sweet juice. She moaned, pulled back from him and gazed into his eyes. Pressing her lips to his chest, she kissed him then moved lower, taking his cock in her hand.
He wrapped his arm under her and guided her back up while shaking his head no. He took hold of her shoulders, spun her around and gently coaxed her against the wall, grasping his erection and rubbing it forcefully between her thighs. Her eyelids drifted closed and she bent forward using her hands as a pillow against the cold hard tile.
Stooping lower, he worked his swollen head inside her then all at once drove his hips up, filling her completely. She gasped and gnawed at her hand as he thrust in and almost all the way back out of her wetness.
Reaching around her, he placed a finger on her clit. Her hips bucked and she shuddered. He rubbed her hard and drove into her faster and faster as her moans grew louder.
She lifted higher, rising up on her tiptoes and bending over a little more as he fucked her harder and faster. He used two fingers on her clitoris now, rubbing it harder and slipping a finger inside of her as he pressed his hips firmly against her ass and holding still.
He flexed his cock, driving it deeper still, pressing hard on her button and suddenly she exploded— the muscles inside her gripping him and contracting around his girth. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rippled through her and she struggled to breathe. He rubbed his finger over her swollen button once more. She gasped then reached down and pulled his hand away. Rocking her hips back and forth, she slowly extracted every last ounce of pleasure from the massive climax.
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