OLDER MAN: First Time With The Movie Star ( Billionaire London Movie Star Celebrity Romance) (Virgin British Celebrity Younger girl Comedy Short Stories) (2 page)

“You’re soaking wet,” I said.

“I hope you are too,” he quickly replied.

I smiled at him. I was. He took off his coat and threw it on the ground.

He smiled at me. Then the expression on his face changed. It became darker.

“Get under the desk.”

“What?”

“Crawl under the desk.”

I looked at the desk that faced the window of the gallery. Since it was pouring there was little to no street traffic.

I did as he commanded. I crawled to the desk. I pushed the chair away and climbed under it. Jon walked over and sat in the chair and pushed himself toward me.

“I’ve been thinking about that mouth.”

My whole body responded to his words. I could feel my clit throbbing between my legs. I squeezed my legs tighter in an effort to touch it briefly. I reached up and unzipped his pants. He was already rock hard. I slowly reached my hand in and pulled out his cock. I started licking it up and down slowly then I put the tip in my mouth and sucked gently.

He looked down at me and watched. His locks fell over his face and onto his dark beard. I was in lust with this man beyond anything I had ever felt. I sucked and licked like his cock was made of precious gold. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to burn this image into my memory. After feeling what it was like to desire him and not have him, I now wanted to make sure that I thoroughly enjoyed this moment. It was very important to me as far as my life experiences would go.

The rain poured outside and a few pedestrians hovered under umbrellas rushing down the sidewalk unknown to what they were walking by. I did this for half an hour until he came. His warm cum filled my mouth and I swallowed, not something that I normally did but this was a movie star after all. He sighed in relief and then he pushed away from the desk and reached his hand out to me to help me to my feet.

“Have you been thinking about me?” he asked.

“Yes. All the time as a matter of fact, well I mostly can’t stop thinking about that night. The night you fucked me.”

“Me too. That’s why I’m here.”

“To fuck me?” I asked.

He came closer to me and said, “Because I can’t stop thinking about you. That night with you was free of inhibitions. You don’t know what it’s like being famous. Sometimes you just want to lose yourself and be dirty with a woman and you can’t because you don’t know who she will tell or sale the story too.”

I gasped, “I would never do such a thing,.”

“I know. I know that now. I waited a few days to see if anything came up in the news about my experience with you, and nothing did. I was relieved, and happy.”

“I’m glad.”

“If you want to keep seeing me. I would be happy to do that. If you wanted? I like your company.”

“Seeing you?”

“Yes, I’m taking a trip tomorrow for a week to my lodge in the mountains. I want you to come with me. I want to fuck you and only you every day and night. I want to show you more.”

“Is that the only reason? To fuck me? What will we do when we’re not fucking?”

“Enjoy each other’s company. I like you
Reha. I’ll admit you are not the sort that I normally go for. But there’s something about you. I want you.”

My heart pounded at his words. I already knew I would go with him. I wanted him to dominate me and fuck me into submission. But the traditional girl in me wanted to hear that I was wanted for more than just that. So hearing his words made all the difference.

“Yes, I’ll go.”

The next day I left with Jon to the mountains. We drove in his dark tinted black BMW out of the city. He loved driving fast and living dangerously. I encouraged it. Once we got to his country lodge I felt a sense of relief come over him and me. It was as if he wasn’t a movie star here, he was just Jon. He was just a man with a woman enjoying each other’s company. For a week we spent every waking minute together. We laughed and played and spent time outdoors. We had romantic dinners that we made together in the kitchen and then ate it wrapped in blankets in front of the fire. We would follow it up with wine and making love on the rug while the fire burned and died. I felt myself growing more and more attached to him, but I knew it was dangerous. That I shouldn’t even think of being more than just a toy he played with on a weekend getaway. As the week drew closer to the end and I knew that I would have to get back to reality something strange happened. He began to look at me in a different way. When we locked eyes he no longer smiled, but looked deeply into me. As though he was looking at the inner core of me. It made me feel vulnerable, but also thrilled me. What was happening here? I tried to brush it off as my imagination. Then when we were packing he looked at me and said,

“I almost don’t want to go back. I want to stay here forever with you.”

“That’s very sweet,” I said my voice barely a whisper at his words.

“Look, I tend to keep my private life private. I don’t want it in the news. I don’t want my girlfriends stalked by the paparazzi. However, this usually makes a girl feel like I’m ashamed of her keeping her hidden. But that is not the case.”

“Of course not,” I said as my eyes grew wider. He was leading up to something, something big and I could feel it. His accent was thicker and heavier when he got serious and this was no different.

“I guess what I’m trying to say Reha, is… will you be mine? My girlfriend I mean?”

I stood in shock for a brief second. I was completely motionless. I had to really process what he said and make sure that it wasn’t my imagination taking over reality.

“Your girlfriend?” I asked.

“Yes,” he smiled.

I threw my arms around his neck and placed soft kisses all over his face. I was so very happy that I couldn’t get a word out. Of course my answer was yes, but he knew that. This was how I went from a mere plain gallery director to the girlfriend of one of the biggest movie stars on the planet. It does happen, and this time, it happened to me.

THE END

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The letter in my hand was haunting me just as it had been for the last year. I stood there with the white sand glaring from the sun, and the crystal blue waters rushing around my feet with each wave that came in. I was crying and feeling empty. The letter I clutched tightly in my hand was from my fiancé. This was how he broke off our engagement a year ago. Ever since then, I wondered what the reasons were that he had broke it off so casually. I thought it could be many things, and it left me feeling like my curvy voluptuous figure could be the problem. I loved my body and was proud of it, but my fiancé always alluded to me losing weight. I think it was my need to get him to accept me for who I am that made me want him so badly. Now I was on a vacation on Puerto Rico in the Bahamas that I really needed. I came alone to a local resort to get my life together. I was expecting rest and relaxation, but what I didn’t realize was that the island was the home of a Navy base and the most elite Naval team, Navy Seals.

I squeezed the letter tightly. “Okay Elaine, you can let go of this.  I tore it up into little pieces and threw it in the ocean. That was it, I was not going to look back at my past. I cried uncontrollably. I turned toward the resort hotel and stomped back to my villa. Kicking up sand with each step in my furious walking efforts.

I fumbled to get my hotel room keys out of my pocket, and in my haste I dropped it. Actually it was more, like they flew out of my clumsy shaky hands onto the sandy walkway. A hand reached out and picked it up and handed it to me. I looked up, and into the striking face of a man in uniform. He was in a Navy uniform, and was exotic to look at it. He had gorgeous olive skin and green eyes.

“Here you are Senora,” he said with a thick accent. I was confused by his accent. He was wearing a United States Navy uniform, but he had a Latin accent.

“Gracias,” I said in my poor Spanish that only came out as a whisper. I had already had tears streaming down my face and I had to fight back the opening of the floodgates. I could burst into a tear storm at any second. I grabbed my key and ran away. Behind me, the gorgeous Latin man called out to me.

“Senora, can I help?”

I kept running and didn’t look back. I unlocked my door and slammed it behind me. I didn’t even notice the man had followed me. I took a look at myself in the mirror; my dark brown eyes were bloodshot from crying.  I was suddenly embarrassed that I had let that sexy man see me like this.  The circles under my eyes were dark. I needed rest. Long hours of sleep. I brushed my hair out. It was very long, all the way down to my waist. It was a chestnut brown color, but got lighter the more time I spent in the sun. I tied it into a thick braid before I spread out on the bed determined to sleep for ten hours. I wanted to wake up to a brand new day. It would be a future with out being haunted by that letter.

I fell asleep. Into a deep sleep full of strange dreams where I was running from something that I could never see. The next morning I woke up early. I felt refreshed and almost like a real person again. I was determined to not cry anymore. I had got it all out of me like a toxin. Now I was going to do some relaxing and indulge myself with this exotic place. It was sunrise when I woke up. I opened the terrace windows and watched as the sun sat on top of the horizon. I breathed in the fresh sea air. I loved the way the ocean side smelled of salt and fish. It was as if you were truly breathing in the energy of your surroundings. My stomach grumbled and I realized I hadn’t eaten since I arrived. I was too upset to eat. Now I was famished. I needed coffee and a large breakfast.  I picked up the phone and ordered a large Mexican breakfast from room service.  A half hour later there was a knock at the door.

I tied the short hotel plush robe tighter around my waist. I opened the door wide and the cart rolled in.

“By the terrace please,” I said.

I drank my hot coffee and scarfed down my meal. It was a hearty tropical Caribbean breakfast an egg dish of diced peppers and pineapple. It came with a side of saffron rice and strips of sautéed mango. There was a small bowl with a colorful towel that wrapped around several warm thick grainy muffins. It was delicious and just what I needed to get my day going. Not that I had planned a strenuous day. I only wanted to do relaxing things that felt like treats. I would have to save the snorkeling and other things like hiking for a later trip. I was here to do nothing. I picked up the phone and scheduled a deep tissue Swedish massage in a cabana on the beach. After which I would lie in the sand and surf and work on my tan. That was the extent of my day. I was excited to do nothing.

I relaxed in my room with my feet up on some pillows staring out at the ocean until it was time to walk to the spa. I watched the ocean for an hour. The waves and the beauty of this paradise mesmerized me. I never expected the Caribbean to be like this. The people were warm and inviting and they lived at a slow pace that made it seem like they were fully enjoying life. It was such a contrast from my world at home. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that your way of life isn’t the only way to successfully live it.

The phone rang fifteen minutes before my massage to let me know it was time. I slipped on a silk dress and headed out the door. At the spa I lounged in a thick volcanic mud bath then rinsed off in a warm shower. The Oceanside cabana was lit with aromatic candles and the ocean provided the relaxing background noise. The massage was just what I needed. It released tension from my entire body.  I didn’t realize how much stress I was caring around until it was released. By the end of the treatment my skin was smooth as silk. I left the spa feeling very feminine, and it was refreshing to remember I was a woman.

I walked back to my villa thinking about what I would order for lunch, or if I should eat a small picnic in the sand while I tanned. I was so distracted by my planning that I almost didn’t notice the envelope on the front door to my villa.

I snatched it off the door frame and took it inside and threw it on the table. It was in a hotel envelope so I assumed it was tickets for a hotel attraction. I was completely shocked when I finally got around to opening it. Inside was a folded letter and inside it was a pressed flower. The letter read,

“Senora, I saw you crying. I picked up your keys. If you are sad I can help. Come to my room tonight. I am in room four. Come at eight o’clock.”