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

taking it to the very brink of fulfillment. He stopped then collapsed on top of me and buried his head in my neck just to catch his breath. My whole body was shuddering from the immense vibrations that went through my body. I had never been fucked like this before. Something about giving Jon complete control over me, submitting myself to whatever he desired was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I knew right away that I would want more and more.
    Jon finally looked at me. He kissed me on my forehead and folded his hand in mine. It felt like a very sensitive romantic moment. Then we fell asleep.
    The next morning I left feeling like a whole new woman. I had just did the unbelievable, I had fucked a movie star. Not just any movie star, but the heartthrob to millions of people all over the planet. Even if I never saw him again, this experience would change my life. I now saw myself as the most worthy woman. Any man would be lucky to have me. I was someone that a movie star found attractive and fucked and made love to me. I was on cloud nine. Still, after the rush of the day wore off, I knew I wanted more.
    Three days passed and I did not see Jon again. Not that I expected to as he gave me no reason to believe that I would hear from him again. Still, I kept replaying in my mind that night over and over. It was the hottest fuck I had ever had, and probably for the rest of my life. I would close my eyes and reimagine all of it, it made me wet with desire just to think about it. I hoped and dreamed that it would happen again at least one more time.
    I stared out the wall of glass of the art gallery at the pouring rain outside. It was a dreary day, but it felt good to me. I liked weather. It was a change and I could feel the electricity in the air.
    The phone rang and I could hear my assistant Judy answer it.
    “Reha it’s for you.”
    “Thank you.” I walked over to her desk and picked up the line. She gave me a strange look, but I thought nothing of it.
    “This is Reha how can I help you?”
    “You can invite me over,” the thick English accent said on the other line.
    “Excuse me?” I said in initial shock.
    It was Jon. My heart raced in my chest and my body became aroused immediately as it responded to his voice, just like a trained dog. I relished in the thought of that. He had trained me, and it worked. He had conditioned me to where just the sound of his voice had an erotic effect on me.
    I looked at Judy who was oddly looking at me. I tried to respond in a professional manner. I cleared my throat as I was in danger of responding to him in a sultry tone.
    “Yes, that would be fine. What time?”
    “Now. Close the gallery. I will be there soon.”
    “Now?”
    “I’ll be there straight away.”
    “Yes, of course, right away.”
    I hung up the phone and gathered my thoughts and searching for a lie that would pass as believable.
    “Who was that?” Judy asked arching an eyebrow at me.
    “That was a new artist. He’s one of those secretive types underground artists. He doesn’t like to schedule things and he’s coming soon. So day’s over for you, and I’m going to close the gallery so that he is comfortable. I’ll take care of everything and have a great weekend.”
    I didn’t want to make eye contact with her as I thought I might give it away. She was silent for a second, but then she finally said, “Okay.” Shrugged her shoulders and started wrapping up her stuff for the day.
    I grabbed the keys from my office so that I was ready to lock the door behind her.
    “Have a good weekend.” She said as she ran out into the rain with her umbrella.
    I locked the door and went to her desk, which was by the window of the gallery facing the street. It was sort of a reception desk to greet customers. I looked in the mirror and fixed my makeup. I was trembling as I did so. The anxiety was killing me. I wanted this for so long, yet now that it had come I almost couldn’t handle it. Then I heard a tapping at the glass. I