John Thomson checked into his company's rented apartment in Los Angeles. John was a British director and representative for Quality Films Review, an English company that used international reviewers for their magazines. He was supposed to meet reviewers at this apartment that had an office as well as the usual accommodation. The building had a receptionist/concierge and any visitor would have to call at reception where a call would be made to his apartment on the eighth floor. The elevator had a door that opened into the apartment itself.
Now, by chance, a John Thomas (notice the similar name) also had a business apartment in the same building. He represented Quality Films – an adult film making company. He was to interview a potential cast for three up and coming movies.
On the day of John Thomson's arrival, a sequence of events occurred that would greatly affect his stay in LA. The first was that John Thomas was taken ill with an appendicitis and was rushed to hospital before arriving at his apartment. The second was that the receptionist accidentally missed Review off the end of his company's title. Thirdly, the letters from 'Quality Films Review' that invited various reviewers to meet John Thomson were accidentally thrown away and were never sent.
So John Thomson found himself in his apartment awaiting various unspecified reviewers. He was a single man in his thirties, quite short at five seven and a little overweight. Although he had had a couple of relationships with women, he was really a shy person in that part of his life. He fantasised a lot and looked at many sexy magazines or videos – although he hated buying them.
It was three in the afternoon and he had been on the phone to his home base where he was told to expect three visitors that day. The buzzer on the intercom sounded.
He answered it, "Yes?"
"Is that John ... Thomas the director from Quality Films?" The voice was female, American but with a mid European accent.
"Yes," said John. He hadn't noticed the slight change in name.
"I'm Sylvia Taylor. I've come to see you about a movie?"
John assumed she was reviewing one.
"Okay," he said, "Come on up. It's elevator four to the eighth floor."
"I'll be right there."
The elevator arrived and to John's astonishment, the lady that came into his apartment was not just beautiful. Sylvia was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. She had long, smooth blonde hair that was shoulder length and framed her delicate, perfectly formed face. She wore a plain white t-shirt that stretched very taut across her ample chest. She wore a knee-length black business skirt that clung to the lovely curve of her flared hips and was slit up one side, letting a long, black stockinged thigh poke through with every second step she took. The outfit was completely by a pair of black high heeled shoes that made her look sleek and sexy.
John was fortunately a little dumbfounded at the sight of such a beautiful woman.
"Hi there, John. I'm Sylvia. It's sure nice to meet you." She held out a hand.
He shook it, nervously. "Oh ye ... yes," he stuttered – very aware of her.
"Why don't you sit down? Would you like a drink?"
"Only a mineral water if you have one." She sat on an armchair as invited and put her shoulder bag on the floor."
John brought the drinks and sat across from her. Not knowing what to say, he muttered "Well ... er ... tell me about this movie."
"You're the director, aren't you?"
"Er ... yes."
"Well, do you mind if I show you how I see it?"
"Er ... no."
"It's just that I'd like to imagine you were the main actor in the movie. Please say as little as possible until I've finished."
"Okay," said John, a little puzzled.
She pulled a small tape player from her bag and put it on the table. She started the music and as she did so, she got up and danced to it. Rather, she danced for John as she stared very sexily at him while she moved. As she moved in front of the table, she reached down to untuck her t-shirt. She then peeled it up over her head, revealing her perfect breasts, tightly encased in a lacy white bra. The cups pushed her already big tits upwards and together, forming an impressive looking cleavage.
"Oh wow!" gasped John.
She reached around behind her back for the catches on her bra. The action caused her breasts to jut out impressively and John stared openly at the wonderful sight that was about to be unveiled before him. Sylvia unhooked her bra and then shyly let it drop, her perfect tits swinging free, a fantastic sight.
Then she stepped back and reached behind her, unzipping the back of her skirt and letting it fall around her feet. Sylvia's legs were as long and beautiful as they had looked in her skirt, and from John's point of view behind her, her stockings and suspender belt looked great as well as her bikini style panties.
Then, still dancing to the music, she approached him and knelt before him.
The lovely blonde reached over into John's lap and started to unfasten his trousers.
Sylvia paused for a very slight moment. She then reached forward and slipped her hand into the open fly of his pants. He let out a short moan as her soft hand touched his penis, and Sylvia gasped, at finding him fully erect. She took a breath then leant over his lap and kissed the tip of his cock. Then she licked up along the underside of the erection, causing him to groan with pleasure. She then licked all over its head, her tongue swiping and fluttering, lapping up the precum that had leaked out.
"Oh! Oh" groaned John,
Sylvia smiled up at him then bent further over, taking his cock into her hot mouth and sucking heavily. The beautiful blonde's cheeks hollowed as she worked her way down the length of his hard shaft, taking more and more of him in her mouth. As she sucked John's dick, her head bobbed faster and faster over his lap.
John groaned, lying back in the couch, staring in awe at Sylvia's head as she gave him the first blowjob he'd ever had.
"Oh God!" gasped John suddenly, he was close to busting. Sylvia held his cock as she pumped it then, conscious of his orgasm; she aimed his cock at her face.
"Go on, John! Empty those balls for me," she husked.
John groaned as she started to pump his cock towards her, his hands leaning on the couch for support.. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" John let out a strangled grunt as his cum shot from the end of his cock, splashing over Sylvia's face,
"Oh God yes!" shouted John as more of his sticky seed spurted out, spattering over Sylvia's nose, mouth and cheeks. The blonde closed her eyes and opened her mouth as she milked as much of his cum as she could into her throat and onto her tongue.
She got up, drank her mineral water and went to the bathroom. John just sat there exhausted and ecstatic. Two minutes later, she returned and said to him...
