Los Angeles is full of people seeking to make their dreams reality. For me, my job has yielded realities beyond my wildest dreams. I am employed as a driver for a livery service in the Los Angeles area. My company is known for quality service, dependability and discretion, making it a favorite for many of the celebrities who live and work in Southern California.
What has made my job such a pleasure is the occasional intimate encounter with some of these celebrities. Sometimes events and situations combine to provide an opportunity that works out for everyone involved. I don't want to seem boastful or conceited by sharing the details of these opportunities, I simply seek to make known the tales of the tails I've known.
For example, I happened to be assigned to drive Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt the night they celebrated their first anniversary as husband and wife. I arrived at their home in Sherman Oaks that evening slightly earlier than planned. Contrary to the old stereotype, it was Mr. Pitt who wasn't ready when I arrived. Miss Aniston made polite small talk with me while he finished dressing. She was very upbeat and happy, mentioning several times that the past year had flown by and she was looking forward to celebrating the occasion.
I was enjoying her company and I admit I was a little disappointed when Mr. Pitt came down stairs after just a few minutes. Soon enough, we were in the car and on the way to the restaurant where they would be dining. The eatery was rather popular with the big names of the entertainment industry and therefore had a small crowd of paparazzi outside when we arrived.
I opened the door for them in front of the restaurant and they stepped out to the bright lights of flashbulbs popping. As they began to move away, I heard Miss Aniston say "How about him?", with a backwards look over her shoulder. I was puzzled by her remark, even more so when Mr. Pitt glanced back at me as well.
Traffic was building up behind my limousine and I forgot all about this as I drove around the corner to a lot designated for livery vehicles. I returned to the restaurant door an hour and a half later to pick up my passengers. I expected they would head to a club to continue their celebration but I was instead asked to bring them back home again.
I pulled up in front of the house a short time later and opened the door for them to exit. Mr. Pitt explained rather sheepishly that he didn't have any cash on him for a tip. He asked if I would mind coming up to the house and waiting while he got some from inside. Naturally I agreed and followed them inside.
I stood alone in the main foyer for several minutes until Mr. Pitt returned. He handed me a generous gratuity and then asked if I was off for the night. When I told him yes, he smiled and took my arm by the elbow and began to steer me down a nearby hallway. As we walked, he began to speak.
"Henry, my wife asked me for a special anniversary gift. I love her very much and I'm willing to do just about anything to make her happy. She has always fantasized about having two men at once. If you are agreeable, we would like you to be the other man."
As he finished his speech, we reached the doorway of a large sitting room. To my amazement, Miss Aniston was standing by the fireplace, completely nude, leaning against the mantle. She was smiling nervously, a glass of wine held in one hand while the other traced a small circle around one dark nipple. I stared, entranced by her beauty and sensuality, her husband's words ringing in my ears.
She began to walk towards us, her body swaying seductively as his hand at the small of my back propelled me forward. We met in the center of the room and she gazed deeply into my eyes. I returned her stare and found my voice.
"I would be honored to help you celebrate your anniversary, ma'am. What would please you most?"
"Thank you, Henry," she replied, "But please, call us Brad and Jennifer. Why don't you start by removing your clothes."
I immediately began to remove my uniform, folding each item neatly and stacking it on a nearby chair. She watched me closely and I could feel my cock begin to stir in anticipation. As I finished, she handed her wine glass to Brad and stepped close to me, standing on tiptoe to bring her face up to mine. She kissed me firmly, then her lips parted to allow her tongue to enter my mouth. Without any hesitation, my arms reached out to circle her waist and I held her against me as we shared a deep, wet kiss.
My cock stiffened and Jennifer pressed her belly against me, squeezing my erection between us. Her hands cupped the cheeks of my ass and she kissed my neck, her tongue leaving a trail of saliva as it wandered down towards my chest.
I began to let my hands do some exploring of their own. I ran one hand up her spine to caress the back of her neck, while sliding the other hand down to take hold of her ass. My cock poked between her thighs and I could feel the moisture gathering at the junction of her legs as it dripped onto my hard-on.
Her mouth was teasing one of my nipples, sucking it between her lips, then gently biting the hardened nub. She raised one foot from the floor and wrapped her leg around my waist, allowing my cock to slide further between her legs. She slowly began to rub her pussy along my shaft, spreading her moisture as she went. Her head tilted upwards once more and we kissed again. Our tongues danced together and she moaned softly into my mouth.
Abruptly, she broke our embrace. I glanced over and saw that Brad was now nude as well. He moved towards us and Jennifer slid her arm around his waist, murmuring thanks as she kissed her husband. She tugged my arm to draw me closer to her and put her arm around me as well. She grinned at us and used her arms to guide us all to a nearby sofa that stood in the center of the room.
