Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
This story originally began back around late summer 2015 and was planned to be posted around early September in celebration of Salma's 49th birthday. After months of not touching it and forgetting about it, sometime last summer I began working on it again, but stopped and forgot about it while writing other stories. I recently discovered this old story and decided I would go back and finish it after re-editing it and fixing minor details up to date (since she is 50 years old as of today). Consider this one a 'from the archives' story, I hope you all enjoy!
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Los Angeles, California
Rain drops came sprinkling down over the city during the afternoon hours. For what a wet day was in the making was nothing to bother Steve Everett, sitting comfy in his mansion home over the hills as he dialed in his cellphone to make a call to an old friend. Business usually came first in his mind but after living a life in success, he didn't have to worry about profits. At this point in his life, he could relax more at leisure rather than worrying constantly over his work. The phone rang in his hand for a few seconds before a woman with a heavy accent answered.
"Hey Steve, are you calling to check up on me?"
"Yeah, figured so. Is everything going alright?"
"Yes, I will be in your company within 2 hours. I have to make a final call to my agent to make sure no phone calls about anything will be bothering me for the next 3 days while I'm out here."
"Very good to hear, I'll see you soon Salma love."
"And I'll be seeing you soon too, señor!"
The phone hung up with a click and now the older man smiled as he put his placed it back down. It was the smile of a winner, any man that could get close like this to Salma Hayek would be grinning too. This wasn't the first time that Steve had spent a few vacation days with the buxom beauty, for their friendship with benefits had went back twenty years in the time he was still active with a modelling agency. It was rare for him to keep any friendship this long from the business, but sometimes one was lucky in life.
Almost at the age of fifty-seven, Steve had spent half of his life working endlessly connected with Hollywood. He had become a millionaire at the turn of the new millennium, thanks to the growing success of his modelling agency that he managed. Semi-retired now, his daughter began to take over the business as he got older. His younger child was his son, a star studded athlete that had now been drafted into the NFL to play the position of tight end.
Steve still enjoyed the benefits that came with his connections to Hollywood. It was twenty years ago back when he met Salma Hayek when she was still an up and coming actress. The two had kindled a relationship between the sheets for fun times. Salma was responsible for a number of his affairs that led to a divorce from his first and only wife. Occasionally they would hook back up every so often back on his yacht or his penthouse suite for private fun. This meeting however was not planned to go like the usual small pleasureful vacations, Steve had other ideas this time. A surprise for her and an even bigger present for someone else.
When 3 PM hit the clock, the rain was only a slight nuisance now as the weather was clearing up. The big wheels to the Cadillac Escalade came pulling up to the office in a halt. Steve stood outside with his pants in his pockets dressed casually as he watched Salma Hayek step outside the vehicle and greet him with a smile. In her hand was a small suitcase she had brought with her, containing her necessities. Dressed down in a black dress with big high heels to give her some height, and ever such a tease with that amazing cleavage poking out from her shirt. She looked up at him and spoke in her heavy accent.
"Right on time, huh Steve?"
The man leaned down and kissed her cheek, she blushed running her hand through his hair. She had noticed the last time she was around him that his hair was starting to grey, along with the beard. She quite liked his 'salt and pepper' look he had now as an aging gentleman. Steve took hold of her luggage for her.
"Right on time babe, it's nice to have you around again."
The two began to walk together back to his car, by now what appeared to be a rainy day had washed out to nothing.
"So what are we doing this time? Romance on the yacht, or somewhere else?"
Steve smiled, almost laughing. He didn't want to give away the surprise he had planned for her just yet.
"No yacht this time babe, we're going back to the getaway in the hills."
Salma laughed in that heavy accent as they reached the car, and went to grabbing the doors.
"I almost forget, you are one of those men that can't ever have enough mansions!"
"Nope! Gotta have more, no sense in having money if you aren't going to spend it."
"I'll have to agree with you on that."
The two long time friends entered the car together and Steve cranked it up, to begin driving them out from his old office and now to their vacation retreat. It would be a short drive from town out to the hills. Meanwhile, across town there was another man much younger preparing his big day for tomorrow with a surprise arrival. All would be revealed over time.
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6 HOURS LATER
Steve and Salma had made their recoil back to Calabasas, deep in the hills where he kept his main vacation home in the city for events such as this. The two had relaxed themselves with a bottle of wine and talking things over. Steve spoke of his late divorce from a few years ago and how his daughter was moving over to take the business. Salma spoke of movies she was in the process of filming and some loose gossip about the open marriage between herself and her husband. All the while there was something else on his mind that he was keeping from her and she seemed to get the hint of it. It was obvious from the beginning he didn't bring her out here just to have some wild sexual adventures.
