Eating Catherine Zeta Jones

Last March I was in Los Angeles visiting a close friend from my time in the Navy. We spent some time together playing tennis but struggled with the humidity. One night while we were out having dinner, he mentioned something that caught my attention.

"There's a local theatre group that is having a fundraiser this weekend. I hear that a date with some big name celebrities will be auctioned off," he said.

"Anybody really famous?" I asked.

"Mostly older celebrities who have not been in the public eye for a while, or so I was told. Three guys and eight women, but I don't know who they are."

We decided to go, even though we knew we could not afford to "bid" very much to help out. Due to an unexpected traffic snarl, we were late and the male celebrities, Martin Sheen and Michael Douglas had been "purchased" for $750 each. Robert Dinero backed out.

The female celebrities were all hot for their age, but the last one coming up for a "date" was Catherine Zeta-Jones. The bids for a luncheon date with any of the female celebrities had varied between $900 and $1,200 and the local theater representatives were ecstatic.

My buddy didn't have any interest in paying big bucks for what would probably be a staged and stuffy lunch with a celebrity. But I had always had a crush and too many fantasies about CZJ, and I decided to wade into the bidding. Three guys and one woman and I all vied for the date, and the bids went up each time by $100 until the last bid was $1,400.

i checked my bank account on my phone; $2,386.42. i raised my paddle and shouted, "$2,300!". The auctioneer stammered for a second, but didn't even ask for another bid; he slammed his gavel on the podium and yelled, "sold!"

My buddy was astounded at my boldness and reckless bid just to have lunch with Catherine Zeta-Jones. When I took care of the payment procedure, they took me backstage to meet her in a lobby where the celebrities had been waiting. I saw Christie Brinkley leaving with a guy old enough to be her father.

After we were introduced, Catherine and I chatted a few minutes to get acquainted. Even at 54, she was as hot as ever.

"I was surprised that you jumped the bid so high, Bill," she said with a beautiful smile.

"I was determined to win a date with you; I've been a fan and fantasizing about you forever."

"Well, you DO realize that this is a lunch together only, there is nothing personal or sexual intended nor implied."

"It may not be intended nor implied but it's not impossible, is it?" I asked boldly.

"I think you may have misunderstood; we will have lunch in my hotel suite, we will NOT be alone, and it will be very upbeat and platonic."

"That works for me; I can still fantasize."

The next day I arrived at her hotel suite as instructed. A maid opened the door and led me to the living area where Catherine was waiting. She wore a silver shimmering blouse that allowed a wonderful view of her cleavage. Her dark blue slacks hung to her curves like melted butter.

"Lunch is ready, so let's just sit down and take care of my obligation," she said curtly.

I was disappointed and decided that I would milk this opportunity for all it was worth.

"You're even more stunning in person than you are in films," I offered.

Her smile almost made me hard because she had softened up.

"Thank you, thank you very much."

"Surely you can't blame me for fantasizing about you," I stated.

"Well, I guess that's a man's nature, and it IS a form of a compliment."

Salads were served and when the attendant left the room, I decided to up my game.

"I'm not like most men who dream of having intercourse with you; I've always dreamed of just giving you oral sex."

She nearly choked on her arugula. "I beg your pardon?"

"That's right. I'm one of those guys who likes to worship a woman's body, especially when she is perfect, like you."

She wiped her mouth with her napkin and put her fork back down on the table.

"I...I don't know how to respond to that," she said.

"I envy your husband; doesn't he give you oral sex?"

She answered before she could stop herself, "Well, no, but..."

"That's such a waste. If I were your husband, I would start off your day giving you at least one oral orgasm, and several at night, so you would sleep well."

I had clearly caught her off guard. She didn't speak, nor pick up her fork to continue eating; she just gazed into the room, seemingly focusing on nothing.

"If you would let me demonstrate my oral skills on you, I can guarantee unlimited orgasms," I boasted.

"Now see here," she said, having regained her composure, "this is a luncheon date, not a sexual date."

"Just thinking of having my face between your beautiful thighs makes me hard. Does if make you wet, thinking about it?"

I loved the look on her face. I was on a roll and I wanted to see how far I could go. She obviously would not let me have sex with her, but I thought I could at least make her think about it, and talking about it would get me closer to my goal.

Her dark eyes glared at me, and they were the size of quarters. Her lips tightened and I thought she would swear at me or toss me out of the suite. I had nothing to lose, so I pushed her even further.

"Imagine lying there on your back, naked with your hands in my hair. You could feel my breath on your thighs, knowing what I would be doing to you soon."

She didn't speak; she didn't move. Her attention was on my words.

"I love the taste of an aroused woman; it spurs me on to tease her, to let her enjoy the sensations of my mouth pleasing her."

Her lips softened and her eyes did as well, looking at me with...interest? Desire?

"Nobody would ever believe me if I mentioned it, but I wouldn't anyway, but I would never forget it, and neither would you."

"It's not that easy and it could cause complications," she whispered.

SCORE! I had changed her focus and I was determined to convince her that it was doable.

"I don't even get undressed and there is never a need for reciprocation; it's all just a privilege for me," I promised.

"It would have to be just physical, not romantic or emotional," she said.

"I promise."

She called the maid and the female attendant who had brought the lunch from the kitchen.

"Maria, Dora, this gentleman and I are going to discuss some ideas for my next film. He knows several people in the industry and I think he can help me. Why don't you take the afternoon off and go have some fun? I'll see you both in the morning."

"Oh, thank you Miss Catherine," they both said.

When they were gone, she stood and motioned me to follow her. Her bedroom was huge and expensively decorated. A large king size but round bed occupied the center of the room. She stood next to the bed and shimmied out of her tight blue slacks. Her black thong quickly dropped to the floor.

When she laid on the bed on her back, she put two pillows behind her head.

"This rarely happens, so I want to watch," she said.

True to my word, I worked my way between her legs on my stomach. I rubbed her legs and her inner thighs, then brushed the back of my index finger down across her slit.

"Pubic hair turns me on; I may be here a while longer," I said to tease her.

"Michael doesn't go down on me so I never shave."

Words can't describe the pleasure I had in "servicing" her orally. I sniffed and poked my nose inside her and she gasped. I licked and nibbled her outer lips and her inner thighs for a long time. When I began running my tongue up through her labia, she was wet and she quietly sighed.

Most men lick a woman for a little while and then use fingers to get her off. I think they miss the thrill a woman gets when a tongue and lips make her come. I love the taste of a woman when she's aroused and when she comes, all hell breaks lose and her fluids flow. Delicious.

And delicious is what I encountered with my mouth sucking her flesh, driving my tongue inside her and then teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. I sucked on it, hummed on it and loudly sucked her wetness into my mouth. I had only been teasing her a little but she came rather quickly, lifting her hips to press her sex against my mouth.

When she had finished, I reached up and took her hands in mine and placed her hands on the back of my head. I used her hands to move my head back and forth and to pull me deeper into her. She got the hint, and I removed my hands.

I slipped my hands under her magnificent ass and started all over. I looked up once and saw her eyes closed and a wide smile on her face. I teased and licked her for over an hour and she came three times, moaning but never admitting that she had come.

At the point when her body totally relaxed and she removed her hands from my head, I kissed her clit and pulled away from her. I got off her bed stood next to it.

"I can't say when I enjoyed a "lunch" more than I just did," I said. "Thank you; I'll go now."

"Don't you want to use the bathroom to wash up before you go?" she asked from the bed.

"No, ma'am, I want to spend the rest of the day smelling you."

She looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Whatever. Well, thank you, but, this is our little secret, right?"

"It was just a dream, ma'am. Goodbye."

I left her hotel suite, went downstairs to the bathroom in the lobby and masturbated, enjoying the smell of her pussy still in my nose and mouth.