In an exclusive enclave in the south of France, Ukrainian-born beauty Milla Jovovich surfaced in her sumptuous bed, and stretched her wickedly sexy body. She pressed a button and the electronically controlled drapes parted confronting her by the sight of a beautiful, crisp morning. The flowers in her garden were in full bloom and the swimming pool reflected the azure sky. She felt elated.
Stepping out to the garden, her short silky white robe rubbed on her stubby nipples and they quickly made an impression on the fabric. She padded her way to the flowers and sat on her heels to touch each one, sniffing, and remembering the time when she was a young child adoring the flowers in the park. Now she had them all and she's very delighted. Seeing her own flower right up between her thighs, she felt she had to leak. So she let forth a stream on the bald spot of the grass. After the deed was done she wriggled her hips and stood feeling satisfied.
"I've done this before on other peoples' garden, why not on my own?" she said with a mischievous dirty laugh.
"Luisa! Luisa! " she called her maid. "Oh where is she?" Then she remembered when she rubbed her forehead. Luisa had not reported since yesterday. What happened to her? So she had to fix her breakfast herself.
She went back inside the house, strode to the kitchen, and got a box of Cheerios from the fridge and fresh milk. She poured the cereals in the bowl then added the milk. She avoided coffee otherwise she would be smoking too early in the day. She'd been trying to cut down her smoking.
It was 9:00 am and she ambled about the poolside carrying her sun protective lotion. She was already naked when she lay herself on the sun bed except for the blue aviator sunglasses. She applied the lotion, and stretched out basking in the sunlight. She was all alone by herself and being naked was perfect.
Later she dove into the pool and gave her body a thirty-minute swimming work-out. When she climbed out of the pool she felt no idle bones in her body. Her body was jumping with energy. She grabbed her toweling robe, walked back into her room, and stepped into the shower to wash the chlorine off her body. She shampooed her shoulder length spiky blonde hair with almond milk shampoo and lathered herself with the shower gel. When she stepped out of the shower she felt so fresh and looked well-scrubbed that she wanted to give herself a head if she could only do it. She sat at the dresser table and looked at herself in the mirror. Her platinum blonde hair had a stunning effect on perfectly tanned body. Then she took this little bottle of Design Visage by PAYOT, a cosmetic product made in Paris that she found so effective in reducing the visible signs of aging on her face. Not that she was getting wrinkly. Since she had started using it, her face had become more smooth and radiant.
"What am I gonna do today? It's been almost four weeks since I had a fuck. That guy I went to bed with didn't bother even to see me again or even call me back. Bastard! I liked him and I might even fall in love with him. What's the matter with my type of men? If I like 'em they vanish out of sight. But I'm glad I'm single again. I like the freedom. I can also choose whom to fuck. She smiled at her thought.
This is the reason why she had stayed longer in her villa here in the south of France. It's because of the guy named Pierce that she was waiting to show up. So far nada. She had a sizzling romance with him and then ticked off without a trace. By next week she had to be back in LA to start filming her next film project. Will I ever see him again?
She took the clicker and pressed a button on the clicker then a soft funky tune with a sensual female voice that seemed to come out from a telephone came forth from her CD player. She went to her closet and selected something to wear. She liked white and so she picked a simple slip dress she bought in LA and lay it on the bed. She walked up to the bureau and opened the second drawer to pick a pair of white panties but on second thought decided not to wear one. She liked the reflection of herself in the mirror. She pinched her rather large pair of nipples and missed Pierce who drooled on them and chewed them on so eagerly. Closing her eyes and thinking about Pierce doing it on her nipples caused uproar in her pussy. Gosh! Pierce why do I long for you? Ahh, men!
Then she slipped on the dress. The dress is short that when she sat on a swivel chair facing the mirror and crossed and uncrossed her legs like Sharon Stone in her flick Basic Instinct. She herself was a born voyeur. She teasingly spread her legs and remembered the time she does this to flirt on men. They turned to wolves. She laughed at the thought. She slipped on the white Napa leather sandals and walked about her new house and checked if there's something else that she'd add for its décor.
Suddenly her doorbell rang. "Who is this? I am not expecting anyone!" so she hurried to the door and put an eye onto the peephole before opening the door. She saw a guy with his back turned to her. She opened a crack without disengaging the chain lock.
"Err...Good morning Miss Lovovich. I am Luisa's brother."
"Who?"
"Luisa. Your girl. She works for you."
"Oh, Luisa."
She disengaged the chain lock. Suddenly she was face to face with the best looking male she had ever seen. He was Latin, younger than her by two years perhaps, long black curly hair, green eyes, athletic body and lips she wanted to touch. He wore blue jeans and white pocket T shirt. Pierce was nothing compared to this guy.
For a moment there was silence as they checked each other out. Then she let him in.
"Why? What happened to Luisa? Is she sick?"
"Ugly skin rashes all over body. Doctor told her she's allergic to oysters."
"That's awful."
"What's your name?"
"Prieto,"
She didn't know she has a brother.
"I thought Luisa was the only child."
"She's the only girl and she's my stepsister. She asked me to run errands for you while she's absent."
"I drive limos in Sao Paolo and I came here to visit Luisa."
