So let me tell you a story I'm not even sure I believe happened...
...About a week ago I was working on a lounge suite (I'm an upholsterer by trade) listening to the radio when the DJ asked what his listeners thought would be good New Years resolutions could be for celebrities.
I'll tell you he sparked some interest (among his listeners) and the calls came pouring in. Britney Spears should release another album, Lindsey Lohan should re-think her whole alternate life-style, and Angelina Jolie should make a new movie were some comments.
Then this one dude, Bradley, said that Halley Berry should do another 'Monster's Ball' type movie, and that made things interesting. Anyway that was when I also decided to call in.
"Yo, you on live with T-boss, what's happening caller, who am I speaking to?"
" Hey T-boss, this is Fabian."
"Hi Fabian, so whattup brother man, tell me your thoughts on topic dude."
"Yeah you know, I think Jessica Alba should re-think her whole no nudity thing, I mean she'll have a greater following if she did."
Well that did it, my comment sparked a whole 'all men are pigs' debate on air, but then some guy called in and said girls would be quiet if they got to see Tom or Brad's dangly bits. Fast-forward an otherwise uneventful week to me sitting in front of my PC checking hits on Facebook.
I nearly fell off my seat when I saw 5013, my friends had been talking about me online and it had spread. While looking, one hit caught my attention, a call from Jess; she wanted me to contact her. Don't ask me why but I did...
> Hey Jess, this is fab@xxxmail, you're looking to talk to me?
I waited for a response.
> Fab, yeah hi, thought I could talk to you about you wanting to see Jessica Alba naked.
> You looking to sit on my head?
> Nah, just wanted to talk to the guy who had the balls to say that live on air. You know I think she's actually considering it.
> Yeah, and how would you know that?
> Do you have a webcam?
> Yip. But I don't put it on for strangers, lot of whacko's out there.
> So how about I put mine on.
> Hey knock yourself out.
> Okay, but this may come as a shock.
> Why?
No reply.
All that happened next was a window popped open on screen andβand I fell off my seat.
It was her, Jessica Alba in the flesh, well sought of.
I don't even know what happened next, only that Jessica Alba wanted to meet me, and that she was in the country. The next thing I knew I was standing in front of a posh hotel outside Santon.
Once there I started questioning the absurdity of the situation I was in, I mean my cousin Benny could make my grandmother look like Jessica Alba with a laptop, and there were plenty of fakes floating around on the web.
Still I went in and approached the front desk. I was surprised to find that I was expected, and escorted to the 20th floor and left in front of room 212.
I was nervous, my palms were clammy, but I took a deep breath and put out my fist to knock on the door.
Before I could do that the handle turned and the door swung open. My face turned white, it was her, Jessica Alba in the flesh. She was standing in front of me flashing her world famous smile, dressed in a thin silk robe that draped over her curvaceous frame.
"Hey, you must be Fab", Jessica said with an outstretched hand. I stood there like dork gawking at her, before I gave myself a mental slap.
"E-hum, yeah, hi", I spattered out stupidly.
"Oookay", Jessica said as I took her hand. She invited me in spinning on her heel and entering her hotel room. As I walked in I looked at Jessica's butt glimpses of her firm cheeks being exposed as her low robe rode up slightly.
The apartment was actually quite nice, and as I entered I was greeted by the sound of Kenny G's sax. On the glass coffee table were two glasses, one of them filled with Champaign.
Jessica led me into the lounge where she took the glass of bubbly and sank into the oversized sofa.
"Why don't you help yourself to a drink", she offered. I did so, and then sat next her, after which we started chatting about this and that, and I found that Ms Alba was actually quite fascinating. As we spoke my eyes traveled up and down her gorgeous body.
When her robe slipped off her shoulder as she reached for another glass of Champaign and exposed her black lace bra, my crotch began to stir. As Jessica sat back up her eyes went straight to the bulge in my pants. She smiled looking me in my eyes, seeing my face turn red.
Then she did the unthinkable. She reached out and groped my cock through my jeans rubbing her hand up and down it. I threw my head back and moaned as Jessica's hand rubbed my dick through my trousers.
Before I knew what was happening, Jessica was on my lap planting kisses along my neck, her hands working my belt open and my jean zipper down.
"Oh fuck", I groaned, and Jessica smiled at me as her hand snaked in my pants and wrapped around my rock hard cock. Finally getting caught up, I gripped her waist and kissed her luscious lips forcefully, she kissed back, parting my lips with her tongue and licking the inside of my mouth while locking her soft lips with mine.
As she broke the kiss and looked at me I was surprised to see the flames of passion dancing behind her soft doe eyes.
Her soft hands ran up and down my erect cock, as she stroked it gently. When she finally felt my dick fill out to full attention in her hand, she tossed her leg over mine, mounting me.
Shit, she wasn't wearing any panties, this whole time, she wasn't wearing any panties, I knew this now, feeling my cock rubbing against her inner-thighs, then brushing against her labia as she tried to guide it to her pussy.
"Fuck meeee", I shuddered, feeling my foreskin peel back as my rock hard member pushed through Jessica's moist pussy lips, entering her womanhood. "Mmmmph," Jessica moaned as she sank down, her pussy stretching to accommodate my erection. Fuck, she was so tight, squeezing my cock as she pushed herself down, my rod pushing through her cervix.
My cock eased up her moist muscular canal, as it clamped tightly around my penetrating intruder. Jessica moved her hand from my dick to my shoulders, then pushed her hips down hard, impaling herself on my meat, taking it all the way in, my ball brushing against the softness of her ass.
She sat there, my cock filling her completely, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, slowly moving her hips, trying to make herself comfortable, allowing her cunt to stretch around my hard on.
Sitting there, with Jessica Alba on top of me, the feeling of my dick nestled inside her body, her inner depths closed around it, was phenomenal and I savored it for as long as I could.
Jessica bit her bottom lip, rolling her eyes, clearly enjoying the feeling of my smooth shaft filling her pussy. She sucked in a breath lifting herself off my legs my erect penis slipping out of her slightly, then eased down again, trying to get a feel for her welcomed intruder, her pussy muscles adapting and flexing around my cock.
She exhaled, as she worked herself into a slow and steady rhythm, grinding her hips and riding half my length, her warm vaginal walls massaging my cock.
Jessica started to moan softly, as she enjoyed the feeling that riding me produced, "god it's been so long", she whispered, heaving herself further up my length.
"Long?" I managed to get out, overwhelmed by her sultry heat.
"Two months, I haven't had sex in two months."
She opened her eyes to look at me, "sorry for foregoing foreplay, but I needed your this in me really badly."
I smiled at her play on words.
Jessica had set a steady, fast, tempo, and had thrown her head back as she bounced on my dick, coating it with her juices, giving much needed lubrication.
I moved my hands down to her ass, rubbing her firm cheeks before squeezing them together so that her pussy tightened its grip around my meat even more then started to guide her taut, sexy body as she rode me.
I was glad that Jessica had mentioned in our earlier chat that she had the entire floor to herself, because she was beginning to scream as she rode her moistening snatch up and down my penis.