Demi Moore was in the wardrobe room fitting the lingerie that she would wear in the next scene of ‘Indecent Proposal.’ That would be for the scene where she was to expose her panties with co-star and husband in film Woody Harrelson gearing her up for a morning sex romp. By chance, Robert Redford, another major star in the film, entered the room and caught her with not a stitch of clothing on.
“Oops, I’m dreadfully sorry, I thought no one’s here,” Robert said a bit flushed. He was looking for his costume designer. However Demi was unperturbed.
“You’re forgiven. Hey Bob, could you please help me choose which one of these panties is great?” she faced him holding up one and then the next, stretching the waistband in front of him. He tried to keep his eyes off her curvaceous body, ballooning tits, and a snatch that was covered with a great deal of hair.
Robert rubbed his chin contemplatively. “I guess the first one, I love white undies on women.”
“Good, thanks,” she said and casually went back to face the mirror and slipped into the chosen panties. Then she turned back to him. “I’ve got to shave my pubis, could you step out please, you’ve seen a lot don’t you?”
Robert nodded. “O course, just don’t nick yourself.”
“Pussy, pussy, pussy the despoiler of kingdoms, the downfall of man…” Robert was mumbling to himself as he walked down the hall feeling the beginnings of erection as the mental image of Demi’s curvaceous body furry pussy got imprinted in his head.
The camera whirred at Demi and Robert dancing a slow dance in the big house. Heard dialogue was not necessary in this scene only their animated moves were required.
Demi whispered to Robert. “My oh my! How old are you Bob if I may ask, sixty or sixteen?” She could feel his erection.
Robert smiled. “I’d like to join the people here in Hollywood whose age is indeterminate.”
“How about meeting me at my apartment tonight, room 2001 Fern Tower. Know that?” Demi leaned her head on his shoulder.
“Cut! Good take. Ok that wraps it up for today,” Andre Lyne, the director shouted and the crew sighed and clapped their hands.
The dashing Robert Redford arrived at quarter past nine in the evening at The Fern’s Tower. He was wearing rimless glasses, casual clothes: silk shirt, Levi’s and Italian loafers under black leather jacket when he strode in the elevator. What would she want from him? A fuck? The way she looked at him seemed she needed one. Am I too old for this? Give me a classy dame any old time and my dick will rise on the occasion. These things were running in the privacy of his head.
He rang her bell. She opened the door. There she was… groomed to perfection, wearing a see through peignoir, no underwear, tits straining, dark pubic hair trimmed to just a narrow strip.
“Come in Bob. Care for a drink? Champagne…Brandy… Scotch…Viagra…?”
“Brandy,” he said. “Who needs Viagra with a drop dead gorgeous body like yours?” he grinned.
“Just keeping it handy. If a man can’t get it up for some reason or another that’s devastating. I must admit I get turned on with older men,” she said pouring brandy on two glasses. “Younger men bore me. Older men have power, wisdom, and thinking dicks.”
“I’m not that powerful. I’m just an old actor on a comeback trail.”
“Old and humble. Our movie I believe is going to be a big hit. You have a powerful persona.”
“With you, yeah, I certainly would believe so.”
“You would contribute immensely to the film. Robert Redford who could ever forget you?” she said handing him his drink.
“I’m pleased. Thanks.”
She offered a toast. “To the success of Indecent proposal.” They raised glasses and drank.
“Why am I here with you?” Robert asked.
Demi walked over to the bar counter and picked a wafer thin cigarette case, opened it and took one. She offered him. He declined and told her that he had quit two years ago. She lit the cigarette with a phallic-shaped lighter. He noticed her rubbed the lighter knowingly with her fingers as she sat on the bar stool.
