I saw her at the last table the restaurant. Her, of course, being Uma Thurman. Even in her late 30s, she looks as radiant as ever. I've worked on a few movies that she's acted in as an assistant to the production designer. We'd sometimes talk during downtime on the set, and got to be close friends. We're both in-between projects, and she called me up to meet at one of her favorite restaurants (discreet, of course, nowhere near the Paparazzi). I had no idea what she had intended to ask me at this lunch, I figured it was just friendly chit-chat. My name's Jake, by the way, and I'm fairly tall, six-feet, six inches tall. I'm one of the only ones around Uma, I suppose, that can claim to be taller than her.
She greets me and we order some drinks and food. Pleasantries and the like. Then, suddenly, her face gets a little more serious, even as there's a glimmer in her sexy eyes.
"So, Jake, how's your schedule looking right now? You got any projects lined up this month?"
"Oh, this and that, I'm not totally sure at the moment. Waiting for some callbacks from Universal."
"Mhm. So that means no?" She chuckles.
"Well... as you are, yeah, I'm 'in-between' projects as they say." My eyes narrow wondering where she's going with this.
"I ask because it's something that isn't exactly work-related. I'm blocking out time out of my schedule too. For a while, actually. And it's for something that you're the first to hear, and for good reason... I want to have another child."
My expression stays the same, but inside I'm wondering what's really up. "Ok. Is it with, uh, what's his name?"
"Oh no, we're actually broken up now."
"Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry about that."
"To tell you the truth, he couldn't do it for me anymore. I'll be 40 in a few years, I already have a few kids but I really want one more. But I know I have to really try at it with someone I can trust."
"Mhm. Well, that sounds great. Who's the lucky guy then?"
Uma pauses and puts a hand out to my hand. She gives one of those little smiles, beaming. I get the message before she even says it. "Well... You, silly."
"Me? Give you a baby?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, I know you very well, you come from great stock, your father was a physics professor, your mother was a model. You have a good genes." Having Uma Thurman simply rub a finger against my hand already had blood pumping into my cock, but I didn't say anything. Just a gulp.
"Um. Yeah, sure, no problem. I'd be a willing sperm donor and all that."
Her eyes narrow. Sexy. I notice her cleavage through her blouse. Fully hard now.
"Actually, Jake, I was hoping we could, you know, do it natural-like... you know..."
"... Oh, that way. Well, I, uh"
"I understand if it's a big decision for you. And if you're still upset over Melissa, I understand." Uma deflects back to my former wife, whom I haven't even talked to in years. She's sly, and cunning, she's already setting me up. "But, maybe, you've already had a change of heart."
Suddenly I feel something rubbing my crotch -- it's Uma's toes and the sole of her foot, bare, rubbing through the thin fabric. I've made up my mind.
"Well... I suppose I have a little time coming up I could clear."
Uma smiles. "Oh Jake, thank you! You'll make me so happy. You have no idea how much my kids want another little brother or sister. And besides... if it's with you, all the better. I mean, you know, this too, which doesn't hurt at all- at least for me."
"Ok, sure, yeah... So, shall we eat?"
... So, cut to a week later. I already had visions for a week of Uma Thurman, one of the goddess-star actresses of the past couple of decades, swirling in my head. But I had to hold off from the subsequent masturbation, since Uma said outright to hold off from any self-gratification. My worry that began building up was that it wouldn't be something super hot, that it would be, well, "work" so to speak, like an egg-timer. Who knows with these big stars and how they're cycles work? Indeed, I even felt a little nervous since this was in a way a gig of sorts; I had to perform as expected, or maybe get the boot!
I arrived at Uma's mansion at noon as she instructed. I didn't ask how long it might be -- no need asking questions that might have definite answers like that. All I knew was I had a week's worth of baby-makin' juice saved up, all for her.
Uma opens the door in her a tight robe. She beams at me like I'm the best thing she's ever seen. She welcomes me in.
"Well, all the kids are with a sitter, and it's just you and me." She smiles, in her light-hearted sort of way. Everything about her looks amazing right now.
"Great... So, how do you suggest we start?"
"How about a kiss?"
"No problemo." I smile and give her a peck on the lips. She gives me a sensual eye-full, and soon were locked-lips. Our tongues get entangled for a few whole minutes, our bodies close to one another. We get a quick breath of air.
"Now... as for getting down to business. Come upstairs." She gives me a full wink. I feel a stirring in my pants already, if not quite hard enough to do anything. I follow her up her winding staircase like a willing lap-dog.
I enter into a sprawling bedroom, so large that it's hard to figure what someone could do with all of it. There's a gigantic bed, twice the size of a king, with a mirror on the ceiling. A few posters from her movies, Kill Bill, Pulp Fiction, My Super Ex-Girlfriend, don the walls, with her yellow jumpsuit from Kill Bill framed.
