Chapter Two: The Apartment
This story is a complete work of fiction.
Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.
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The car screeched to a halt and Victoria immediately wished that she had pulled up a little more sedately. She was trying to be discreet, and so had driven the black BMW X5, a nice car but still only one of several that she had seen that morning. She wore a beige top and tight white jeans. Posh sat back in the driver's seat and slipped on her sunglasses. She was here. The kids were being looked after, and David was away. This must not get out she must not be seen. She glanced at the apartment block and squeezed her thighs together as she recalled in her mind the events of the day before.
The young nineteen year old male heard a car pull up in front of the building. Shortly afterwards, there was a knock at the door. He opened it to find himself looking at Victoria Beckham, Posh Spice. Her top accentuated her beautiful breasts, the nipples poking through the thin fabric. Her bottom looked fantastic in the cotton and denim jeans, and the smell of her dripping pussy, which had become hotter and hotter during the journey here, hit his nostrils immediately. His mouth watered, but he managed to keep the surge of lust that he felt out of his voice.
"Well, Victoria! You came!"
She gained a little control of herself, and smiled.
"C'mon in." Posh followed him into the dark living room.
He sat down on the sofa and invited her to sit down. Victoria was so excited now that she was visibly shaking. She could contain herself no longer. The memory of the spontaneous session yesterday made her boil over.
Smiling seductively, she straddled the young man's crotch, sitting on his lap facing him. Her fabric covered pussy pressed against his now-hardening cock. "Victoria," he spluttered, "what..." Her lips came down on his as she cut him off.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him long and passionately, her tongue driving deep into his mouth. She felt as excited as she had during her first sexual encounters when she felt the youth's cock through his shorts surge towards a rod-like erection. He broke away from the kiss, moving his lips down to her neck. He kissed her flesh tenderly, and then nipped at it with his teeth, making Posh gasp and squirm in delight. After a minute, she pushed away from him, smiled, and stood up in the middle of the floor. Swaying her hips and half closing her eyes, she began punch loose the buttons on her jeans revealing her bare midriff and the tops of her white knickers. Posh began to undo the metal poppers and she slid them over her hips and down to her knees. As she bent over, Posh gave the youth a perfect view of her bottom covered by her wet panties. Looking sexily at him from under her long fringe she put a hand on the coffee table in front of her to steady her balance and ran her other hand up between her thighs.
Victoria's fingers traced a line along the edge of her panties before she slipped her finger under the fabric and deep inside her pussy.
She was so hot with pent up excitement that Posh was very close to coming. She could feel the heat building inside her so she pulled her finger out and stood up again. Turning towards her would-be lover sitting on the couch she placed her fingers on his lips. He snaked out his tongue and started to clean off all of her juices. Smiling, Posh pulled the finger out of his mouth and wound down her jeans.
He could not believe what was happening, and in many ways neither could she. Posh looked down at her lover, her fan and stared wide eyed at his groin. He wore only a pair of blue shorts and his rock hard erection was clear for her to see.
"Up against the wall," he stated simply. She knew he wanted her arse once more so she complied eagerly and lent forward with her hands flat against the wall.
Posh's eyes were closed and the feeling of excitement in her stomach was like nothing she had ever felt before. She tried to grip the wall but of course she couldn't and her well-manicured nails scratched the paint as she awaited his touch. He moved behind her. There was an overwhelming silence through which he could hear soft moans coming from Victoria as the lust built up again inside of her.
"Let's move out onto the balcony," he suggested cheekily. Posh looked horrified.
"Why don't I write to all the newspapers as well? Do you think I can afford to be seen?"
The young man backed off her. The moment was lost and he could feel his erection receding as she glared at him. Realising that he didn't think quite as she did Victoria regretted snapping at him and she held out her hand. He began to look less hurt as she stroked his cheek.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound angry,"
"I only thought it would be more exciting out there. I'm sorry too," he replied.
Like two familiar lovers they kissed longingly and deeply until, breathless, they peeled their mouths apart and looked into one another's eyes. Posh could see his bulging shorts once more as she smiled with a glint of expectation in her eyes.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" the youth practically growled.
Posh moaned in desire, that question had definitely made it's way through to her brain, or her body anyway.
"Oh, yes, please." Came the breathless reply.
It was all the encouragement he needed.
He kissed her hard, this time grinding against her, revelling in the small moans that he was eliciting from his celebrity partner. He pulled away from her mouth and pulled her top over her head. His mouthed latched onto one of her nipples, sucking, teasing it with his tongue. Victoria arched towards him her hands coming up to his head. He kissed his way down her stomach and quickly pulled down her panties. He knelt on the floor in front of her just staring.
