Starring: Reese Witherspoon
Tags: MF, Oral, Creampie
DISCLAIMER: This story did not happen and is completely fiction. Not all facts will be 100% true to real life.
As I approached the restaurant, I was nervous about what to expect. Reese Witherspoon was one of my biggest celebrity crushes and I was about to spend an entire night with her.
I had won an online contest where the person who gives the biggest donations wins a date with Reese. Luckily for me, money was never a problem so I made sure that my bid was always the highest. By the time the contest had ended, it was no surprise to me that I had won. But I was still anxious about meeting her.
I opened one of the glass doors to the high-class restaurant and walked up to the counter where I was greeted by a man with a smile. He was wearing a black suit with a white undershirt.
"Hi, I'm here to meet Miss Witherspoon."
"Yes, of course, right this way, sir." I followed the man as he led me to the table where the beautiful blonde sat, dressed in a black tank top, black jeans, and black heels. Her make-up was done perfectly and her blonde hair was nicely brushed behind her head.
"Hi, I'm Mike," I said, reaching my arm out to shake her hand.
"Reese, but I'm guessing you already know that." Her face lit up with a smile as she gripped my hand.
I sat down across from the Legally Blonde star, my leg a bit jittery, showing just how nervous I really was.
"I can't thank you enough for that donation, we really, really appreciate it."
"Oh, it's no problem. Anything to make the world just a small bit better is always good."
"I couldn't agree more."
A waiter, dressed similarly to the man at the front, walked up next to the table, prepared to ask us what we'd like to eat.
I quickly glanced over the menu and decided what I'd like.
"I'll have a steak with a side of broccoli and a glass of red wine, please," I said, handing the waiter my menu.
"Mmmm, that sounds great. I'll have that too." Reese handed her menu to the waiter.
"Your food will be out shortly." The waiter said, walking away from the table.
"Thank you," I said, focusing my gaze back on the pretty woman sitting in front of me.
"Someone's got some manners," Reese said with a giggle, "though that's not a bad thing."
"Yeah, my parents were always on me about manners when I was younger. Holding doors for people, using please and thank you, not swearing in public."
"Sounds like you had good parents."
"Well, most of the time." I smiled as Reese laughed, her hand reaching across the table and landing on top of mine. This sent shivers down my spine. One of the most gorgeous women in the world was currently holding my hand. What a moment to remember.
"I'm the same way with my kids. Though, I'm not the best role model when it comes to not swearing in public. Every now and then one just slips, you know?"
"Of course, it still happens to me now, and I always seem to forget that you're a mother of two. You look like you're hardly 30."
"Awww, he's sweet too. But you don't have to be that nice. I know I don't look 30."
"Ok, maybe you don't look 30, but you're over 40 and you still look incredible. That outfit only makes you look even better."
"Oh, this old thing," Reese pulled the strap of her tank top up, revealing a small hint of cleavage that quickly caught my eye. I could feel my dick start to harden in my pants. "I've had it for years, I'm surprised it still fits."
"Don't say that. You look almost identical to how you looked 20 years ago."
A big grin spread across Reese's face and her cheeks started to turn a bit red.
"Stop it, you're making me blush."
"Hey, I'm just speaking the truth. You sure don't look to me like a mother of two."
"Well, now that you've got your compliments out of the way, tell me about yourself."
I started to tell Reese about my childhood. My parents, my friends, past girlfriends, school, college, my job, and Reese seemed engaged the whole way through. I tried to keep my eyes in line with hers, but every now and then they'd drop down to her cleavage. Lucky for me, she never mentioned seeing them.
Just as I was telling her about my most recent relationship, and we were finishing up our second glasses of wine, a waiter arrived with our entrees.
"Two steaks for the pretty couple," the waiter said, setting the plates down on the table. Neither of us chose to correct the waiter about his assumption of our relationship. We were too busy laughing and having a good time.
"Wow, this looks delicious, thank you," I said to the waiter just before he walked away.
"Ok, ok, so let me see if I've got this right," Reese said, slurring her words, quickly becoming drunker as the night went on. Clearly, she was not used to drinking this much, even if it was just a few glasses of wine. "Your girlfriend, who you'd been with for 6 months, cheated on you with your best friend, in YOUR apartment."
"Yep, sounds just about right," I said, taking a sip from my wine.
"Pardon my language, but she seems like a cunt." My eyes lit up, as we both started to laugh.
"I mean, now I'd agree 100%. But before I found out, I would've never guessed. She was great, pretty, funny, nice, responsible, caring," I considered stopping there, but I knew this would be my only shot of ever getting with Reese, "a lot like you, actually. Or, at least, from what I've learned about you in the last hour."
Reese's face went red again, but this time, a naughty smile crossed her face.
"You really think so?" The blonde said, leaning over the table, her smile growing wider.
"Of course, I was raised to not lie either," I said with a grin, as Reese continued to lean in closer.
