Juliet Provides Lip Service

Juliet's Story

I'm a makeup artist in Hollywood and this story is about one life-changing afternoon when I was called to the home of one of the most beautiful women in show business. I can't reveal her name, of course, but this is a true story.

She was scheduled to have a magazine interview at her home and wanted me to do her makeup for her. I thought it was a little unusual that I had been asked to sign a confidentiality agreement by the agency that booked me, but I thought, you know, celebrities are like that. But it made sense that they asked me not to bring a phone or camera with me.

When we met at her big, white house in Beverly Hills, her beauty took my breath away. I was surprised that it was her husband rather than a member of staff who met me at the door and showed me into her dressing room. She was just wearing a fluffy white bathrobe, with bare legs and feet, as if she had nothing else on. She exuded sexuality. There was a slight aroma of marijuana, and I wondered if that was the reason for the confidentiality agreement.

I arranged her facing the light, sitting on a white, fabric chair, then I sat facing her, our knees touching, and I prepared to start on her foundation.

"Hold on a moment." She said, undoing the belt on her robe. Then she gracefully slipped it off her shoulders, letting it fall round her waist, confidently exposing her stunningly beautiful bare breasts. Full and firm, but not too big, her breasts sat high on her chest, her rosy nipples erect. I had difficulty not staring at them, although she didn't seem to mind me looking at her. Starlets must get used to being looked at, I suppose.

"I don't want to get any makeup on my robe," she explained with an easy smile. She was definitely high, I thought, looking at her lidded eyes and wide pupils. I was taken aback by her casual nudity, and my hands were shaking a little as I opened up my makeup case. To be this intimate with a Hollywood legend was an incredible moment -- one which made my heart beat faster. Despite my effort to be as professional as possible, I couldn't prevent the warm sensation of erotic pleasure that drifted down my body to settle nicely between my legs.

I consider myself to be straight, but I have occasionally kissed another girl and enjoyed it. And it's true, I've had a few mildly lesbian fantasies when I masturbate, but surely every woman has those. Who hasn't indulged in a same sex fantasy or two?

She seemed completely comfortable being topless, but it was making me blush to be so close to her. I could feel the warmth emanating from her body. Her husband was in the next room, but she made me feel special. Her eyes twinkled when she smiled at me, as if she was sharing a naughty secret. She parted her legs slightly so I could pull my chair a bit closer, my legs in between hers. The loose robe parted to bare her thighs and I noticed a tiny gold ring in her trim belly button. I wondered again if she was naked under the robe. She looked amazingly fit. She had such nicely defined abs and a slender waist beneath her breathtaking boobs. If she moved a tiny bit more, her robe would simply fall away completely. Would she be wearing panties, I wondered, or was she so relaxed she would just completely expose herself? The very thought caused a hot thrill to run through my body.

I started to do her eyes, unable to concentrate properly. I couldn't stop thinking about how lovely she was. Doing a woman's makeup is a very close, personal and intimate interaction. I couldn't help thinking that her soft breath on my face, and the animal heat from her almost nude body felt innately sexual. My body was responding of its own accord. When I started painting her lips, I leaned in close. Close enough to breathe the same air as her. Although I'm a straight girl, nobody could be immune to the seductive charms of such a beautiful young woman, I thought. My pussy started to tingle pleasurably.

I glanced down at her beautiful nipples for the twentieth time. She was still smiling beatifically at me. It made me feel sexy and intimate that she was so comfortable being naked with me, even if she was high. This was one of the most famous and gorgeous women in Hollywood and here she was letting me ogle her lovely body while I painted her incredibly sensual mouth. I leaned in even closer, painting her lips into a perfectly kissable shape.

And that's when I started to think about what it would be like to kiss her.

Once I'd had the thought, I couldn't stop picturing my mouth on hers. Although I think of myself as straight, I've tried kissing girls a few times in the past, and I really liked it. But she was such a delicious fantasy girl -- completely out of my league. How many men went to bed dreaming of her? Masturbating at the fantasy of seeing her topless and kissing her on the lips? How many women and girls, for that matter? God I love my job, I thought.

I painted her mouth a subtle but sexy shade of coral pink. Probably a bit sluttier than I would have advised, but by then I was falling under her spell. Her husband walked in and watched for a long minute as I focused on my work, leaning in closely as I applied gloss to her pretty lips. She was so relaxed, I wondered if she was just stoned or had taken some pills too. Then he surprised me by speaking, interrupting my pleasantly erotic trance. He said, "it looks exactly as if you two girls are about to kiss one other."

I was struggling not to do exactly that, even though giving in to my desires would probably get me thrown out or, worse, cost me my job. I felt the wetness between my thighs when I moved slightly, but I didn't pull away from her. I ached to kiss her mouth so much, and I convinced myself she wanted me to. I was also thinking obsessively about her gorgeously firm, shapely breasts -- her pretty dark rose nipples were just begging me to kiss them.

I get so very wet when I'm excited that my panties always get soaked through.

When men make love to me they tell me it's like dipping into hot, melted butter. That's what was happening to me now. I could feel the desire dripping down the lips of my pussy. After her husband's suggestive comment about us kissing, I deliberately leaned in even closer so our mouths were almost touching. She didn't pull away. Her husband was standing there with a big smile on his face just watching us, and I kind of wanted to show him how much I appreciated his gorgeous wife's desirability.

Far from resisting, she just shrugged her robe all the way off, letting it drop down around her chair, and she licked her lips sensually. That did it for me. It was the point of no return, and looking back it was a definite come-on

She looked incredible and smelled wonderful. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. By this point I desired her so intensely my pussy was turning into molten lava. She was so fucking beautiful, I couldn't help myself. I was being drawn inexorably to her and I moved ever so slowly so our noses were almost touching. She made a barely perceptible motion to bring her mouth closer to mine, her head nodding forward in a tiny gesture of approval, as if to say "It's OK."

My stomach lurched with a combination of panic and lust as I very slowly pressed my mouth to hers, savoring the gentleness of her soft, femininity, and she hesitatingly parted her lips to let us melt together in an exquisite, girl-girl kiss. The only sound was her soft breathing as our trembling lips remained in contact for what seemed like an age. I'm going to need to redo her lip gloss, I thought. In a deliciously erotic moment, she licked her tongue slowly over my lips, licking them before slithering it sensuously into my mouth so our tongues caressed one another. I was lost in her warm feminine scent, her incredibly sensual tongue and her beautiful long hair fell that around our joined faces. It was so delightfully sexy, and so different from kissing a boy. The next moment I was literally being sucked into a deep, passionate kiss that was so filled with longing it made my head spin. I couldn't think. She was so gorgeous and she was kissing me so tenderly and so deeply. God I love kissing girls, I realized, and I loved the way she kissed me.

All my senses were ignited at once. Her hands were slowly sliding up my bare thighs, pushing my skirt upwards. Her legs parted, revealing her pretty pussy at last, and releasing its intoxicating scent. It looked lovely -- the light coating of her pubic hair unable to conceal the swelling feminine lips that protruded with desire. She was clearly very turned on, and so ready to be touched but I didn't dare, and anyway I was distracted by her husband coming forward and starting to grope me from behind.

His hands slid around my body and he pulled up my blouse to palm my small breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra and his touch was like electricity on my bare skin, making my nipples swell and thrust themselves unbidden against his hands. OK that felt nice. He knew his way around a woman. I was wetting my panties with desire.

I don't know if it was him or her who unbuttoned my blouse because both of them had their hands all over my sensitive breasts while my eyes were closed. I decided to just relax and go with it. She and I melted into a gloriously deep French kiss. I was enjoying one of the most intensely sensual kisses I had ever experienced with this incredibly beautiful woman. More than sensual, it was hungry, sexual and dirty. It was as if we were fucking one another as we sucked on each other's tongue. She was making "Mmmm" sounds as if she was enjoying the most delicious ice cream she'd ever tasted. My pussy juices streamed into my panties, making the crease of my buttocks feel slippery.

He pulled me to my feet from behind with his hands on my hips, so I was leaning over her, still locked in a hot soul kiss with her dreamy mouth.

I could feel his cock nudging my bottom through my thin skirt. His erection felt huge. His hands on my waist were controlling me, bending me to his will. I Was so turned on I decided not to resist when I felt him tug my wet panties down and pull my skirt up, baring my bottom to expose my sex, even while I was still kissing his delicious wife. I knew my pussy was liquid with desire and I was past caring about anything other than getting laid. This felt so right. I wanted him urgently. I loved the way his cock made a dirty, squishing sound as he thrust deeply into me in a single fluid motion, fucking me from behind while I pressed my mouth even harder against her gorgeous lips. He felt enormous inside me. They were both using me just for their own pleasure and I was loving it. They could both use me as much as they wanted. I sighed as I thrust back onto his lovely big cock, feeling his balls squash against my bottom as he sank all the way into me, while I kissed his hot wife enthusiastically, filling my hands with her lovely, warm breasts.

She took one of my hands and guided it down between her thighs so I could feel her wetness. I explored her eagerly. Everything seemed to be slippery. Her lovely sucking mouth was coating my face with saliva, and my fingers slipped so easily in and out of her very wet pussy. She parted her legs, opening herself up for me and inviting me inside. Meanwhile, behind me, my bottom and thighs were getting coated with sex juices as he squished deeper into me, fucking me beautifully. My pussy was dripping with desire, and I knew he was experiencing the hot butter feeling that all my male lovers rave about. Men love my very wet, slippery pussy and as I have said, they usually cum quickly once they are inside me, which is something I love. He gasped as he pumped into me and in no time he was unleashing a huge load into my greedy cunt. I felt like such a dirty slut, just letting him use me freely with absolutely no protection, and I closed my eyes as an orgasm washed over me.

She put her hands on my shoulders, gently urging me to kneel between her parted thighs. I stared in amazement at her pretty, naked pussy. This was the first time I had really tried cunnilingus properly, and I hesitated for a long moment while I ogled the unfamiliar close-up view of a very aroused woman, inhaling her feminine scent.

Her parted pussy lips looked succulent -- aroused and fragrant, glistening with sexual lubricant. Her hands went to the back of my head, stroking my hair as she guided my face in between her thighs. She parted her legs as far as possible, making her pussy lips gape open like an over-ripe peach. I could smell her arousal and wanted a taste. I hesitantly leaned forward, but she was impatient and forcefully pulled my mouth urgently to where she wanted it so badly, mashing my mouth against the wet heat of her sex.

I was amazed that I immediately loved doing this. I kissed her wonderful pussy tenderly at first, wetting my lips with her lips, amazed and delighted by the soft, warmth of her vulva and the powerful female aroma that filled my nose. The whole thing made me light-headed with lust, and I loved hearing her moan with desire. I nibbled around her hot honey pot, suckling on her clitoris then mouthing it gently. My tongue slipped experimentally inside, then out again to circle her cunt, feeling her soft pubic fur on my lips. She was completely natural in the way she let her pubic hair grow, and I found it very sexy. She started breathing hard. The whole scene was incredibly erotic, and I could feel my thighs and buttocks running with creamy love juices, including her husband's cum, which was probably puddling beneath me on her expensive rug. Closing my eyes in pleasure I drifted into a dreamy rhythm, letting my tongue circle her clitoris, then sliding it down again to plunge inside her open slit which dripped like a sweet dessert melting in the summer sunshine.

I started sucking her in earnest as our arousal increased, her husband now completely forgotten. She was whimpering softly and flexing her lovely nude body, lifting her hips up out of the chair to press herself harder into my mouth as she got progressively more excited. She clamped her perspiring thighs tightly round my head and they trembled there as I explored her pussy orally, French-kissing her cunt just as passionately as she had kissed my mouth. She moaned with pleasure and panted as she pulled my head even harder up between her legs, seeking her orgasm. I wanted to make her cum. Her husband was kissing her now as I pressed my open mouth hard on her mons venus, slurping greedily on the whole of her lovely, hot, naked cunt, her juices coating my face as I pushed my tongue into her, tasting the warm wetness of her femininity and making her moan into his mouth as they kissed. It tasted wonderful and I eagerly opened my mouth further. I wanted to eat her, and I thrust my tongue as deep as I could to taste her inner heat, yearning for her to cum in my mouth. As sensually as possible I mouthed and tongued and French kissed her gorgeous hot cunt, while she squirmed in her seat, gasping as her self-control slipped away. My whole face was wet with her juices. Her thighs trembled hotly against my ears. When she finally did cum it was explosive -- she cried out loud, holding me tightly between her legs as her sex throbbed against my mouth, almost suffocating me, her female juices running down my chin.

She lay back on her sofa and I shrugged off my shirt, skirt and panties to scramble naked on top of her beautiful, nude body, eager to kiss her mouth once more. I wanted her to taste her pussy on my glossy wet lips.

Seeing us kiss, her husband came over to stand next to us, holding his massive cock in his hand. It was gorgeously thick. With a giggle, she took it in her hand and kissed the tip before guiding it to my mouth.

Between us we sucked on that lovely big tool, teasing him by taking long pauses to French kiss one another, then we both worked on him, passing his rigid cock between us and deliberately arousing him beyond the point of no return as we alternated between the shaft and the head of his gorgeous big cock until he came all over our faces. We laughed, gurgling with cum as we kissed -- hot dirty kisses --our mouths gloriously slippery with the slutty taste of her husband's delicious cum.

After that, we had to clean up quickly, and I had to redo her makeup before the photographer arrived. Her hair looked a bit disheveled but at least she had a healthy glow. The happy post-orgasmic blush on her pretty cheeks made her look the picture of health in a way that no makeup could achieve, and I watched in fascination at the way she posed playfully for the camera, looking like a million dollars. She was every man's fantasy, and perhaps most girls too. She was certainly my newfound lesbian crush.

I went home that night and fantasized about spending the night with them. I masturbated while I imagined lots of delicious threeway sex, my pussy filled with her husband's cum while I kissed this beautiful girl forever.

Sadly I never got to fulfil those fantasies except for that one erotic afternoon. I was bitterly disappointed that I never received another booking to do her hair and makeup. I would have loved another taste of her soft mouth and her delicious pussy. Soon afterwards I read that she had moved to Europe to make a movie, and was intending to live in France.

However, she had done me one huge favor. She had completely re-awakened my dormant bisexual desires. I started dating a girl named Monica soon afterwards, realizing that my life could never be complete without an intimate sexual relationship with another woman. I still date men too, and hope to marry one, but I've made it clear to all my boyfriends that my perpetual desire for women is a permanent feature they will just have to accept.

So far I've had no complaints.