Natalie Portman Loosens Up Pt 01

---May 2024---

Walden Resort had been open for just a few weeks, and business was booming! Public facing individuals and their friends from all over the world and across all industries flowed in and out, filling almost all of the suites at any given time. I welcomed actors, musicians, politicians, Fortune 500 CEOs, writers, and all sorts of other creatives that were prone to public prying into their personal matters. While I didn't tolerate every kind of personal matter, being comfortable in your body in nature and consensual sex were nobody's prudish concerns, and I facilitated that handily at Walden Resort.

My goal was to only spend half the day connecting with prospective guests and necessary vendors, and spend the other half around the resort connecting with current guests. That has not been the case for the first few weeks. The list of prospective guests was long and it was my personal mandate to interact with each of them personally to determine both if they would be a good fit and developing a specific working relationship with them. The clientele wanted the personal touch and I wanted to provide it. I've barely been able to make it around the resort for an hour each day. 'The backlog will blow over soon and then I can maintain a consistent schedule,' I thought.

On one of these days, I'd put in close to 10 hours already, and I wanted to check out the beaches before the sun set. As I was shutting my computer down, one last email notification popped up. I figured I ought to look so I can mull over how to respond the next day and only spend a couple minutes on it. What popped up caught my full attention.

It was an email from Natalie Portman, the eternal beauty I'd been attracted to from my youth to now, that read:

Dear Walden Manager,

Your new resort has come highly recommended from some close acquaintances, and I desperately need some time to myself. I am sure there is a waiting list for rooms, but I must ask, just in case. It would mean the world to me if something could work.

Sincerely,

Natalie Portman

I'd heard some of the details around her divorce a couple months ago, rumours of infidelity. I'm all for free love and flexible arrangements in marriages and partnerships, but the impression was that Natalie was not in the loop. How someone could do that behind a partner's back was beyond me; it was such a betrayal. I felt for her.

I answered immediately, hoping she would still be at her computer, offering to hop on a video call right away if she was available. 30 seconds later, an incoming call bubble popped up on my desktop. Natalie Portman appeared on my screen, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe and hair up in a towel. She looked like she was barely holding herself together.

Normally I'd let the other person start, but I had to leap in first. "Ms. Portman, are you all right?"

"Not really," she said as her voice trembled.

"I wont pry into any of the details, I'm only concerned with how I and the resort can help," I offered gently.

"I just need a place to be away for a bit. I have a press tours starting soon and I am in no place for it right now." She paused for a moment, a confused look crossing her face. "Are you shirtless?"

"A little more than that," I said with a smirk. I realized with a start that she might not know enough about the nature of the resort. "Oh dear, you don't know much about Walden Resort, do you? I usually send reading material before meeting with a prospective guest. I am so sorry. This is a clothing optional, nudity encouraged resort."

Natalie was completely taken by surprise, shaking her briefly out of the doldrums. "Really? I heard about this from Reese, and I didn't think..."

I interrupted, "Reese Witherspoon? Oh she's lovely, one of our first guests. She came with her family, and had a great time. I'll note that on her account, she'll get a discount next time." I pulled up my account list to make that note, spacing out that I was still on the call.

"I never would have thought that about her. She actually went naked?" She startled me, and I jumped a bit in surprise. Natalie stifled a snorting laugh by covering her mouth.

I stuttered for a moment while I recollected myself. "It's been a long day, my apologies. What was it that you asked? Oh yes, about Reese. Yeah, didn't see her with a stitch on once she settled into her suite till the moment she left."

Natalie sat back in amazement. "Huh, learn something new every day." She snapped out of her daze as she refocused. "Now, about my potential stay? Do you have anything open right now?"

I grimaced. "I am sorry to say we don't. We're full for the next couple of months."

She sat back, dejected. "Oh."

An idea popped into my head. "I have an alternative suggestion. We have a few permanent residences, but haven't filled any apart from myself. I don't expect all of them will get snapped up and moved into in the next couple of weeks, so why don't you come stay at one of those? You mentioned in your email you wanted some space, so this would be pretty good for it."

She leaned in, considering the proposal.

I added, "It would be OK to bring your kids if you wanted..."

She interrupted, "They're with their father for a while." Her chin started to quiver as a wave of melancholy washed over her.

Seeing confirmation it was related to the divorce cinched another consideration. "It would be on the house. I want to get some feedback about staying in the permanent residences anyway," I said with a smile. Her eyes faced down and away from the screen, her chin still quivering. After a moment, I said, "Why don't you think about it for a bit and get back to me. I'll send you some reading material about the resort."

A look of determination crossed Natalie's face as she turned fully towards the camera. "No, I want to do this. I've spent too much time being indecisive."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Happy to oblige. When can we expect you?"

"Could I show up tomorrow?"

"Of course. I assume you'll fly into LAX? A car will be sent to pick you up."

She slumped back in her chair, exhausted but relieved. "That sounds perfect."

"I'll still send over those reading materials. Don't want this place to be too much of a shock," I chuckled.

She smiled weakly. "Sounds good. Thank you again for working with me on such short notice."

"My pleasure. Send me your flight details and I'll see you tomorrow." I hung up after a nod of her head. I leaned back in my chair, contemplating the decisions I just made. It's not the best business practice to offer this for free, especially for someone who can pay well, but this will help reach more potential guests, and she could use the help. At least, that's how I rationalized it; mostly I wanted to provide a shoulder for a longtime crush.

---The Next Day---

I woke early to another stream of prospective guests and vendors sitting in my inbox. 'I'm going to need an assistant,' I thought. 'I can't believe I thought I could solo this. Youthful idealism, I guess.' I sat down to work through a few of those before Natalie Portman showed up late afternoon.

As 2 o'clock rolled around, I thought it would be personable to meet her at the gate. Just as I was about to close the door behind me, I realized being greeted by a naked man might be jarring since she just learned about the resort.

I was happy with my body. My skin tone was even all over from the nude sun exposure. I've been walking everywhere, so I was in decent shape. It had been weeks since I'd put any clothes on, so it was surreal to toss on a pair of shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt.

I walked the five miles to the gates, checking in on some of the guests I passed. Passing the tennis courts, I stopped to say hi to Zendaya and Kaley Cuoco playing a match. Tom Holland and Tom Pelphrey were cheering them on. The only scrap of clothing among them was a sports bra on Kaley Cuoco. I guess her breasts were a little large to be comfortable with that much quick motion. After Zendaya scored a point, they took a break. Kaley smiled and gave a wave before running to grab her water bottle. I loved to see her ass shake as she jogged away. Her Tom did too as he stared after her.

Zendaya and her Tom came over together and wrapped me in a group hug. I relished both Zendaya's tight lean body under one arm, her sharp nipples brushing against my exposed chest, and Tom Holland's bulkier physique under another, his cock pressed against my clothed leg. They each gave me a kiss on the lips.

Tom said, "Can we still count on you for dinner tomorrow night?"

I smiled at both of them. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Zendaya glanced down at my clothes. "What's with the getup? I miss seeing him out in the open." She grabbed the top of my shorts and gently tugged at them.

I swatted her hand away playfully. "Not on this side of the road, darling. And I'm meeting someone at the gates and they're not familiar with how this place works."

She jokingly pouted. "Fine then. Anyone we know?" Tom looked at me expectantly as well.

Even under the gazes of their interrogating eyes, I wouldn't crack. "I'm not at liberty to say, they want some privacy for now. If they give the go ahead, I'll let you know, OK?"

Satisfied for now, Zendaya said, "All right. I've got to get back to the game. See you around." She jogged back to the net, her small tight ass jiggling. She bent over slowly to grab her water, keeping her long legs perfectly straight, till her pussy and asshole were exposed towards me and Tom. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled seductively at us. My cock stirred in my shorts, and Tom's stirred as well. We noticed each other's and had a laugh.

I slapped him on the back and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

He smirked back at me. "See you then." He then ran back to his spot on the sidelines to continue watching the game.

I strolled through one of the many gardens and found Brie Larson pacing ferociously, running lines to herself. Her taut muscle-bound form, while still sporting impressive breasts, continued to blow me away. She ran a hand furiously through her long blonde hair. She yelped when she saw me, too engrossed in her work to notice my approach.

"Everything all right Brie?" I inquired.

She breathed hard through her nose, clearly frustrated. "I'm just going over Elektra again. Struggling to remember this fucking monologue."

"I'll be happy to run lines with you later, I've just got to meet someone at the gate in a bit."

"Hence the clothes, I assume. Could you spare a few extra minutes? I need a break and could use a..." She set her book down and slunk over to me, her hips swaying provocatively. "...destresser."

A grin crept onto my face. I looked out towards the road, noting we were on the south side where open sex acts were acceptable. "Let's move farther from the road.

And I really do only have a little bit."

She considered. "I'm primed and ready to go. Eat my ass and I'll suck you off?"

Brie was a great cocksucker, and I knew it wouldn't take long. "You've got a deal," I said. We moved away from the road and ducked behind a large oak. Brie placed her hands against the trunk and bent over, spreading her legs.

God, her ass was inviting. All the jokes about Brie Larson's ass were tired, and worse, inaccurate. One bad behind the scenes photo and the incels never forgot about it. It was pert, round, and surprisingly thick from all her working out. I dropped to my knees, sloppily kissing and licking along her cheeks. She straightened up, grabbed her cheeks and spread them apart. A blue sparkle glinted, the sunlight caught in the jewel from her butt plug. I gently grabbed the edges of it, rotating the plug to Brie's moans.

"Think this might have been distracting you from your lines?"

She waved it off. "No way, it's fun. Get back to it."

I gently pulled out the plug, her pale brown hole puckering up after it left. Brie grunted in satisfaction. The plug was about three inches long, and an inch and a half in diameter, and looked stunningly clean. Brie kept real tidy up there. She let go of one of her cheeks to take the plug.

I heard her say, "I want to taste what you're tasting." She let go of her other cheek, then bent over completely to grab her ankles. Her ass was nicely displayed to me, and I could see her face between her spread legs. She had the plug in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, moving it in and out of her mouth with a freed hand, and moaning in pleasure. With this kinky image in mind, I dove between her cheeks, lapping furiously at her asshole. She moaned even louder as I soaked her asshole with saliva and penetrated her with my tongue. It tasted a little bitter, but god I loved it.

As promised, I only did this for a few minutes when she started to quiver. She grabbed her ankles with both hands, the jewel of her plug still sticking out of her mouth. It was both comical and hot. It worked decently as a gag as a muffled cry erupted around it, her whole body shaking. Her pussy juices trickled gently down her leg as she leaned against the tree for support.

I stood up and helped Brie Larson stand all the way up as well. She breathed hard through her nose as she held the plug in her mouth. I grabbed the edge of the plug and gently pulled. She let it go with a pop and a grin. "I do love the taste of my ass," she said breathily.

"Me too," I smiled.

"Put it back in for me?"

"My pleasure." While maintaining eye contact, I reached around her, pulled one cheek aside, and firmly placed the plug back in her ass. She squeaked with an open mouthed gasp as she gazed deeply into my eyes. Her tongue rolled out as her eyes closed and she leaned in for a sloppy make out. Our tongues barely stayed in our mouths as we revelled in sharing the lingering taste of Brie Larson's ass.

She broke off our slobbery kiss and said, "I did promise a blowjob. I'll be quick." She winked at me and dropped to her knees. She fumbled with my zipper as she quipped, "This is much easier without these you know."

I helped yank down my shorts as she pulled out my cock and got to work immediately. She worked her way all along the shaft, slurping noisily and fondling my balls. She pulled off my cock with a loud pop, a long string of saliva still connected to the head. She glanced up at me with her sparkling eyes as she sucked both my balls into her mouth till her cheeks drew inwards. Her hand flew along my slick cock, quite efficiently getting me most of the way to cumming. My cock returned to her mouth as she plunged almost down to the base (a benefit of not having a porn star dick, this was feasible for more people). Here is where she pulled out her party trick. She grabbed my balls and pulled them as close to her mouth as she could, then her tongue flew out from underneath my cock and lapped against my balls.

I bucked hurriedly as my orgasm rose. She gagged a small amount, and pulled her mouth back to just the head. Her hand glided along my shaft as she coaxed my cum out. I moaned deeply as a shot several ropes into her eager mouth. She squeezed a couple more spurts out after she made eye contact. Slowly she sucked as she pulled off, not a drop of cum to be seen. She looked up at me and opened her mouth to show off all the cum. It coated her mouth and tongue as she smiled, quite proud of herself. She leaned forward and pulled out her plug with a grunt.

"This'll make for great lube," she said in a muffled voice, as a small amount of cum leaked out her mouth and onto her boob. She pushed her plug back into her mouth and swirled it around. She opened wide so I could see it was thoroughly coated in my cum, long strands connecting back to the remaining pool in her mouth. With no care for the long strands getting everywhere, she placed it back into her ass as she swallowed the remaining cum with a gulp.

In awe, all I could say was, "God damn, you're filthy."

She beamed at me, cum still arched from her chin to her breast. "Don't see you objecting."

We laughed as I pulled my shorts up and recollected myself. "I really must be going. Great as always, of course."

She came in for a hug, her hard nipples pressing against my chest, rubbing off some of my cum. "My pleasure." I swatted her ass as I wiped away the cum on my chest, laughing. She squeaked and leapt playfully. "I'd better get back to my lines too."

I left, waving back at her. "Stop by my place in the morning and we'll look at those lines."

After another hour, I found my way to the front gate. I chatted with the two guards at the gate, but I only had to wait about 20 minutes for a small car to pull up. I walked up to the driver's door and motioned for him to get out. Noah, a short stocky 30-something with scruffy hair and a charming smile on his ruddy face, stepped out of the car.

"Noah, thanks for doing this for me on your day off. Take the rest of the day and all of tomorrow off, paid. Let payroll know I OK'ed it."

"Thanks Tim, I appreciate it," Noah beamed at me.

"Take one of the golf carts back, I'll take Ms. Portman the rest of the way."

"Can do." Noah trotted off and hopped into a golf cart. I sat down in the driver's seat and turned to the back seat to greet the passenger. "Ms. Portman, Tim. We spoke yesterday." I offered her a handshake. Natalie Portman wore large sunglasses along with a loose blouse and jeans, a common out-and-about look for her. She warily shook my hand as she adjusted to the new circumstances. "I'll take you the rest of the way, make sure you maintain your privacy."

Slowly, she said, "I do appreciate that."

I turned back to drive through the gates, waving at the guards as I passed through. "Did you have a chance to look at the material I sent you?"

"I did, and I have some questions."

"I should expect so. I'm still a bit surprised you decided to come before you read anything. I hope this won't be too jarring, Ms. Portman."

She held up a hand. "Please, Natalie is fine."

"Can do, Natalie. I'm sure you're hungry, do you want to grab something to eat while we discuss your questions?"

The tension in her shoulders visibly lessened. "That sounds great."

"The vegan restaurant, I assume?"

She smiled. "Please." Her smile faded for a second. "Is there a dress code, or a no-dress code?"

"You don't have to remove anything if you don't want to. Walden is supposed to be about ease and comfort. I hope you will consider it at some point, but take your time. I want this to be a pleasant stay. I'll even keep mine on if it would make it easier for you."

A startled look crossed her face. She hadn't even considered my state of undress. "I don't want to stop you from your normal routine..."

"It's not a problem, Natalie, I'm focused on what you need right now," I interrupted.

She considered for a minute as we passed by some of the tennis courts where she saw her first nude guests; Kristen Bell, Dax Shepard and their family. Looking in the rear view mirror, I saw her absorbing the atmosphere and unwinding further. She turned back to me and said, "Do what you would like, I won't be bothered." Her tone was sure, so I didn't push back.

"I appreciate that. I'll run upstairs to shed these and I'll meet you in the restaurant."

We reached the front of the hotel and parked. I helped her out of her car and offered to take her bags up to the villa she'd be staying in, as it was across from mine. She accepted. I showed her to the restaurant and left.

As soon as I stepped into the elevator, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I was worried that Natalie would be miserable and uncomfortable. While it looked like it would take adjustment, I knew she'd do just fine.

After dropping off her bags and shedding my clothes, I went back down to the restaurant. I found her in a private corner of the restaurant. She glanced down at my dick as I approached the table and sat down. We had a delightful conversation over dinner, and she took eating with a naked man in stride quite well. I talked about many of the facilities available, and she listened attentively.