Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
I wrote this story inspired by Salma Hayek's recent bikini video. If you haven't seen it, go check it out!
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London, England
Sunlight poured into the room from a large window, reflecting a rippling image onto the surface of a large body of water. Beneath the surface was a light green that could be seen elsewhere in the room. The waves were left undisturbed in silence. Reflections of Roman columns were visible on the other side, near the beige-colored steps leading into the pool. No ladder was necessary for the four steps to lead someone knee-deep into the water. Black marble stone lining separated the beige color with a square column in each corner. A large rectangular shape was the design of choice for a pool large enough to contain a party of people. Indoors and protected from the elements of Mother Nature, the pool only required regular maintenance. That was not a problem for the fifty-six year-old actress who owned this magnificent home.
Salma Hayek stood alone at the edge of the pool. Her hands rested on her curvy hips as her eyes studied the slow ripples of water moving across the surface. From where she stood, the reflection of plants and trees outside was visible from the exposed window. Gold earrings dangled from her ears, brushing against her shoulders. Her long brunette hair split down the middle. A touch of gray was visible among a few tiny hairs. Within the comfort of her home, Salma did not have to hide them. She was not on set for a movie. Her face was completely make-up-free, revealing her few wrinkles from age. A frilly-patterned bikini was her outfit of choice for today. Green, red, and gold were the colors among the patterns. Her legendary, busty breasts were barely contained inside the top tied behind her neck. The strings attached to her bottoms dangled from her hips as she kept her eyes focused on the water.
The inside pool was one of the few luxury features of the mansion that made this home worth purchasing. After years of living in Bel Air, Salma moved to London with her husband. The two had previously lived in his home country of France. Over the years, she preferred to live away from Hollywood. Life had proven to be quiet in this home. Few people in the entertainment industry seemed to know or care about this home in England. It was fair to separate work over a long distance. Salma could recall decades ago how the news of her Los Angeles home made it into gossip magazines and on websites. She liked to distance herself from the usual Hollywood insiders. Seventeen bedrooms were more than enough for a butler, bodyguards, and other potential guests. With her husband back in France on a business trip, Salma preferred the company of one of her male assistants.
Robert quietly began his journey from upstairs to go down to the swimming pool. Twenty-six years of age put the young man in a place to be told that he was 'old enough to be her son'. After earning a degree at Stanford in journalism, Robert found himself working under his uncle's hand at a PR firm. His family would have been happier if he had gone to law school instead of winding up somewhere in Hollywood. By the time they heard about his new celebrity employer, none of them could complain about his choice of career. It was by sheer chance that he found himself working for Salma Hayek. She called the office last summer, looking to hire a new writer to replace the previous one handling her social media. Robert was aware of the nepotism he benefited from due to his uncle's position. If not for him, he would have never been introduced to Salma Hayek.
Luck came with a price tag, so his uncle claimed. To work for Salma, Robert had to leave home and say goodbye to old friends. He joined a team of other assistants, security personnel, and two agents who all worked under her. Another man joked that they were the 'inner circle' behind the actress. The monthly pay was sufficient to the point that Robert saw the chance of retiring in his forties. He still had a long way to go from there, all while taking orders from a woman older than his mother. It was a strange feeling to be attracted to someone much older. Robert tried to fight the emotions, but it was a losing battle. In her presence, Salma was a humble woman. In many ways, she reminded him of his mother. Despite that, he understood the mythical aura that surrounded her name. Age was just a number when it came to a woman like her.
For millions of men across the globe, the world was introduced to Salma with her dance scene in the movie From Dusk Till Dawn. Almost thirty years after that moment, Salma's curvaceous figure still commanded attention from watchful eyes. A bold statement could be made that she looked better now in her fifties than she did back then. That was a belief Robert held dearly from his experience of being up close and personal with her. Eight months had passed since the day he signed his name on the dotted line of that contract. Through time, Robert had managed to develop a more personal relationship with Salma. There was the business side revolving around his work, and then there were the day-to-day activities wherever she resided. The only time he was not in her presence was when she left for a film project. Those jobs required different people from her inner circle.
None of them were here today, apart from her bodyguards upstairs. The mansion was quiet, with no one downstairs to hear the silence disturbed by Robert's footsteps. Beyond the foyer was a large room with rays of sunlight illuminating the white marble stone floor from both sides. His pale white skin was visible in this light, with no hair on his skinny chest. He stood tall in only a pair of blue swim shorts, revealing his slim figure. A trimmed black mustache was the only bit of facial hair he kept. Salma once complimented his choice of a groomed mustache to go with his blue eyes and blonde hair. Robert blushed when she told him that it gave him a more mature appearance of a young man. A compliment like that was enough to give him confidence in keeping the look. He tried not to feel nervous as he quietly entered the pool room. On first glance, Salma was not in the water.
"There you are."
Her voice called to him from across the pool. When Robert turned his head, he was greeted by the sight of her bikini-clad figure. He avoided the distraction of her breasts, gazing into her eyes as she moved her hands from her hips.
"I was beginning to think you wouldn't join me."
Salma's voice was strong in her sexy Mexican accent echoing throughout the large room. Her choice words were enough to keep the nervousness at bay as Robert found himself blushing.
"I didn't want to disappoint you."
She chuckled at his reply as she began to walk closer. With each step Salma took, her breasts bounced from within the bikini top she wore. Turning her back to him, Robert's eyes gazed down at her buttocks. While it was easy to focus on her cleavage, Salma had a booty that often went unnoticed. Until now, Robert had only seen her curves in tight jeans and other casual outfits. Salma stepped her left foot down into the water, splashing into the pool before she lowered the other foot. Robert stood there and watched as she began to climb deeper into the pool. The water went up to her knees by the time Salma had left the final step. She turned around, splashing more water around as she grinned at Robert.
"How cold is the water?"
"Why don't you get in here and find out yourself."
He blushed. Salma knew how to tease him with the right choice of words. She took a few steps back, allowing the water to rise to her thighs. Her hands were submerged in the water until Salma pulled them up. She leaned forward and began to sway her fingertips across the surface, creating small waves as she splashed around in the water. The only thing preventing Robert by this point from joining her was to admire her beauty from the top step. Her breasts jiggled and bounced around inside the bra, all while she continued to splash water around.
"What are you waiting for? Come swim with me."
The tone of her voice sounded so playful, yet still with a commanding tone. Salma knew the desire this young man had for her. Robert had no intention of disappointing her as he tried to fight back those nervous feelings. On a day like this, he could not help but remember old days long gone from many summers ago. He hated July for the many memories of hot, sweaty nights back in his hometown. That was always the month when the heat became overwhelming in California. Those days were an afterthought now that he was in the company of this special woman. Robert finally began to climb down the steps and into the water. He felt the rush of cold chills extend from his ankles up to his calves. Salma stepped back and went deeper into the water, giggling at him.
"Is it too cold for you?"
