Last summer I was staying at a nice hotel in Texas while on a tour promoting an anthology of some of my stories. I came downstairs for breakfast and beheld a sight that was both beautiful and sad. It was Anna Nicole Smith, who is beautiful, and she was sitting by herself in a booth, drinking coffee and crying. That was the sad part, that any woman, especially one as gorgeous as she, would be crying like that.
Partly because of empathy I felt for her and partly because of a shortage of seating, I slid into the seat across from her and, when she looked quizzically at me, smiled and said, "There, there, Anna Nicole. Things can't be as bad as all that."
"Oh? What makes you say that? And, what do you know about it?"
"I know that you are fabulously rich, have your own television show and are one of the most beautiful women in the world. With all that going for you, things can't be too awfully bad."
"You really think I'm beautiful?"
"I think so and so do all the men I know. All the straight ones, at least."
"What about this review in the paper?"
She slid a newspaper across the table to me. It was folded to display the television reviews and there was one of her show by a local columnist. It described the show as inane, which was strong, but not too far off, and it described the star as a fat pig.
"I must agree that your show is a bit lightweight, but that's what it's supposed to be, fun, not serious. But describing you like that is not only hateful, it's just plain WRONG."
"You don't think I'm fat?"
"I think you're built the way a woman should be, nothing at all like the Allie McBeal type this jerk must prefer, thank God. "Playboy" thought so too, when they put you in the magazine as a centerfold, and their readers thought so when they voted you Playmate of the Year. That should mean something."
"I've put on some weight since then, though."
"I can see that, but you've put it on in the right places. Your body is even curvier and sexier now than it was then. Your face is prettier too. At least, it would be if your eyes weren't so red."
About that time the waitress came by and took our orders. As usual when I'm in a place like this, I ordered an omelet. Some of the print on the menu was quite small so I had to put on my glasses to read it. After the waitress had left, I saw Anna Nicole looking at me intently.
"Aren't you George Boxlicker, the author? With those glasses, you certainly look like him."
"Yes. I look like him because I am him. I am he." I believe in being grammatical whether I'm writing or speaking.
"Wow! I heard you were in town on a book signing tour. It's really great to meet you. I'm one of your biggest fans. I just love the hot stories you write on Literotica."
"Well, that's nice. I'm always glad to meet a fan. And, you're right; I do have a book signing appointment but that's not until three o'clock this afternoon."
"It's only eight o'clock now. That means we've got seven whole hours."
I wasn't sure what she meant by saying "we" had that time but I did like the sound of it, especially with the lascivious way she was looking at me. Spending hours in a hotel room and doing what comes naturally with a woman as hot as Anna Nicole Smith is one of the things I most like to do.
"I really do love the stories you write, George. When you describe what you're doing with the women, I always have my hands down my jeans wishing it was me. I hope you don't mind helping a girl's wishes come true."
I told her it would be a pleasure and a privilege, especially the former. The waitress was passing by just then and I stopped her and changed my order to add a big glass of tomato juice and a side dish of fried oysters. From the way my breakfast partner, apparently soon to be my sex partner, was looking at me, I believed I would need them. I certainly hoped I would. I washed down my Viagra with the juice.
Since I was on an expense account, I paid for both our breakfasts. We took the elevator to Anna Nicole's room, which was one of the more luxurious ones in the hotel, and had a heart-shaped bed. After hanging out the "Do not disturb" sign, she locked and bolted the door behind us. I was in a fancy hotel room with one of the sexiest women I had ever even heard of, and she had the hots for me!
With absolutely no coyness whatsoever, she opened her arms wide and, when I stepped up to her, hugged me while her mouth sought out mine. She had no trouble finding it and her tongue had no difficulty finding mine either. We smooched next to the door until she broke off a kiss, bent over to unzip my fly and reached in to fondle my cock, which became even more erect than it had already gotten from the kissing.
"This is for later," Anna Nicole said, smiling even more lewdly than she had before. "First, I want to cum from your tongue in my pussy, the way you write about so well." While she gently held my erection in one soft hand, I happily followed her over to the bed.
Before climbing aboard the pink and white valentine, we undressed each other. She unbuttoned my shirt and I turned around so it could be pulled off. I did the same for her blouse and, ending up behind her. It was still my turn because I was naked above the waist and she was wearing her bra so I unhooked it. Anna Nicole held it in place while she turned around to face me, then removed it and spread her arms, presenting her lovely breasts.
"Ta-da!" she announced, smiling as she did.
They were easily worthy of a much grander presentation. I saw her first centerfold and also the edition where she was featured as Playmate of the Year. As beautiful as those photos showed her to be, they had not done justice to her truly gorgeous breasts. They were big, of course, and bouncy, the way they should be, almost seeming to have lives of their own.
She moved closer to me, her lovely, unfettered twins swaying. I cupped one hand under either of the beauties and bent down to begin paying homage by licking her big, pink nipples. They were both erect, very flattering to me, and my tongue caressed either one in turn, reveling in the feel of the multitude of tiny ridges.
"Mmmmm, I really love that, she murmured. "Why don't we lie down on the bed, though? It'll be even more fun for both of us."
That seemed like a good idea so I took my hands from her breasts and reached down to unfasten her belt and unbutton her tight jeans. As I peeled them down around her gorgeous hips and ass I went to my knees, leaving my face inches from the crotch of Anna Nicole's skimpy panties. They were so wet with her delectable pussy juices that her dark blonde pubic hair was visible. I stopped and breathed deeply of the heavenly aroma, before pulling her pants the rest of the way to her boot tops. While she raised her legs one at a time, I pulled off her boots, socks and her pants. She was still wearing her wet panties but I would remove them later.