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As he pulled up in his car, he looked over the expensive house and well kept gardens, getting out into the lovely sunshine before slamming his car door, locking it as he felt the warm day surround him. He'd been sent over as an errand, passed onto him by his friend, a friend of someone else that couldn't do it. Well so they said, it was probably sheer laziness that stopped them from bringing this parcel, whatever it was. It was wrapped and none of his business, so he simply meandered up the driveway towards the front door, looking over the sun drenched grounds. He'd been told he'd be giving this parcel to Jessica Alba, but he didn't believe it. Though he knew the people involved were linked to show business, he figured they were just having a laugh. Looking around, it was quite evident that this was the house of someone pretty successful, and his hopes were raised just a little that maybe they were telling the truth. He reached the door and pressed the doorbell, glancing around at the nearby houses, which were equally lavish. After a minute or so, he heard some footsteps, then the click of the latch and the door opened.
"Hi there," Jessica Alba said in a slightly questioning tone, looking at him a little curiously, evidently wondering who he was. He couldn't speak for a moment, eyeing every inch of the bronzed beauty. Wearing sunglasses, she had a white bikini top holding up her ample breasts, strings running over her slim body and a matching bikini bottom, tightly hugging her underneath a see-through white sarong. He quickly realised he needed to speak, and snapped out of his daze.
"Umm Hi, I got sent over her to give you this," he said, holding up the package as his eyes took in her body. He was glad he had dark glasses on as he admired her lovely tanned legs, so smooth and shapely. She'd evidently been sunbathing given her attire.
"Oh right yeah my friend said he'd get someone to bring that over. Come in," she said with a nonchalant wave of her hand, turning to walk back into the house. He almost groaned when he saw her skimpy bikini bottom was a thong backed one, the strip of white fabric leaving her full, rounded ass on full display under the thin veil of material that made up her sarong. He quickly hopped up the steps into her home and shut the door as she laid her sunglasses down on the counter and turning back to him with a friendly smile on her full pout as he placed her parcel down.
"Nice house," he said politely, still unable to stop eyeing her, loving how her full breasts were contained by the top, offering a lovely view. He wasn't a huge fan of her, but she was certainly a hottie.
"Thanks," she said, taking the package and putting it aside.
"Hey, could I trouble you for a..." he said, returning her smile.
"Autograph?" she said, seeing his evident pleasure to meet her and assuming he'd want her signature to prove he'd done so.
"Well no actually. Was just after a glass of water if you wouldn't mind? It's a hot day and all," he said, not holding her gaze despite his shades.
"Um...sure, why don't you want an autograph then?" she said as she poured him a water.
"Well uh...I think you're hot and all, but I'm not really a fan," he said, hoping she didn't take it the wrong way and throw the glass of water over him.
"Oh you're not huh," she said with a slightly playful smile, "and why is that?" she almost purred, passing him the glass of water and then leaning back on the counter, arching her back and pushing her chest out, her full breasts pushed out for his eyes to completely devour. She slowly slid her right leg up her left, bending it and raising it as much as her light sarong would allow as she eyed him sexily. He managed to keep enough concentration to drink down his glass of water, which was even more needed now as his mind raced for a way to handle her. He could feel his cock swelling in his jeans as she pushed her rack out for him, unable not to let his imagination run through them all.
"Well I dunno, just never really loved any of your work," her stuttered as she wiggled her body a little, stretching with a smirk.
"I dunno, you must like me a little bit," she said with a giggle and a little point to his the bulge at his crotch, completely obvious to her where she leaned against the worktop. He blushed, turning away slightly.