One summer day, femme fatale star Joan Severance, sauntered out of the colonnaded portico moving towards the lap pool of her post-modern California dig. She disrobed her blue terry exposing a whistle bait figure that kept late night viewers of major cable TV networks, HBO and Cinemax abreast and abuttock of her delectable beauty.
The brunette goddess knifed through the water and made more than 30 laps in the pool, a regimen of her aerobic fitness. When she climbed out of the pool, the water cascaded on her luscious boobs, narrow waist, swell hips, and down her endless limbs. She hitched up her light cedar blue thong bikini making a clear cut outline of her sex that hot-blooded American male viewers would give their left balls just to fuck her.
Usually she bakes herself in the sun for 30 minutes or so with cucumber over her eyes but this time she wanted to see the headline of the morning newspaper. Her maid rolled in a trolley with her breakfast, consisting of strawberries, healthy bread, her favorite cheese and orange juice.
She took off her swimsuit, toweled herself dry then put on back her robe. She sat on a chair, rested her feet on another and read the front page news.
For the last three days she had been curiously following the news about Taylor Maguire-- the man who died four years ago leaving millions to his widowed wife and finally was found alive. Taylor Maguire was a lawyer said to have embezzled $100M from his law firm and faked his death to which he was now facing multiple charges that would land him in jail. But today's headline turned into a different twist. It said that Taylor was suing FBI for torturing him. Joan shook her head and muttered to herself that Taylor is indeed a mystery man.
Taylor had been Joan's short-lived lover when they met in a plane going to New York sometime before his alleged death. Joan fell head over heels with Taylor. They had wonderful time in New York. They walked hand in hand in Central Park, flew over Liberty and Manhattan island in a chopper. As a film buff, Taylor identified landmarks where great movie films where shot as they were on flight.
"Look, this is Liberty Island where Daryl Hannah's naked mermaid made her first appearance on dry land in Splash. That's Brooklyn Bridge for Woody Allen's Manhattan. The world Trade Center for Dino De Laurentii's 1976 King Kong remake. The Chrysler Building for Brian de Palma's Bonfire of the Vanities. The Empire State Building where Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr agreed to meet in An Affair To Remember. The Trans Lux Theater where Marilyn Monroe stood over the subway grate and cooed, ("Isn't delicious?") as her virginal white dress was blown upwards in the 1955' Seven Year Itch. Sadly the Trans Lux has been razed and replaced by a dull office block..." Joan recalled the fun touring with Taylor's on air.
Most of all, she remembered him as the man who made her come a lot throughout the whole night of passionate love-making. But he ticked-off without a trace and she never had known where he had gone. Later, she learned of his death dashing her hope of ever seeing him again. Now that he was alive, her hope to see him again was renewed. Suddenly, she felt a deep longing for him and her pussy tingled.
Back inside her huge room, she disrobed dropping the terry on the shiny wooden floor. She looked at her naked body in the mirror and liked what she saw. Despite hitting 40 she looked much in better shape than she was on her 20s.
