(Author's note: This is a stand-alone story, but it would help with the background if you read my previous story, "Danielle.")
I'd been having this dream. I'm not even sure what it was about, but it had something to do with warm and wet.
Then, I woke up with my cock in her sweet, soft mouth.
I looked down, and saw this shiny mass of bed-tousled auburn hair and deep blue-green eyes, staring straight into mine. Full, soft lips were wrapped around my dick. I haven't yet figured out how someone can give you a blowjob, and smile at the same, but Danielle can do it. She lifted her head, and there was an audible "pop" when I came out of her mouth.
"Good morning, Jack."
"Good morning, sweet thing. That's a helluva way to start a Sunday morning."
"Yeah, but now that I got it good and hard, you're gonna have to fuck me with it."
She gave me a big grin, and batted her eyes at me.
"You're flirting with me."
"Uh huh."
"If I'm going to fuck you, you have to kiss me first."
My mama always told me that you have to always kiss a woman, before you make love to her--unless she's a hooker. I think Mom got that line from an old Mae West movie.
Danni slithered up my body, took my face in her hands, and kissed me. Gently at first. Then with passion. Followed by pure lust. Her full, firm breasts were pressed against me. She raised herself up on her elbows, and dragged her tits back and forth across the mat of hair on my chest. For some reason, that really turns her on, and her nipples got really hard.
She was lying on top of my cock, sliding her pussy up and down my shaft. I could feel her juice soaking me. She sat up and maneuvered herself right over my hard-on.
"I don't need any foreplay, Jack, I'm already really wet."
She slowly sank down on me. She was so hot, so slippery, so tight. I love this position, because I can see her beautiful tits bounce when we fuck, and I can get both hands on them. She sat perfectly still on me, my cock balls deep inside her. All of a sudden, she started squeezing me, rhythmically, with her vagina. Squeezing, releasing, squeezing again.
"Jesus, Danni, that's amazing. Where did you learn how to do it?"
"Yoga."
"Yoga?"
"Yeah, this girl at school is really into tantric sex, and she taught me how to do these yoga exercises to tighten your cunt. Just sit still. If you want, you can rub my clit while I do it."
She kept on squeezing. It was amazing; my dick was caught in a liquid velvet vice. I pressed my thumb between her nether lips and found her clitoris. With one finger, I slid her hood back, and her hard, swollen clit head stood out. I lubed it up with her fluid, and traced lazy circles around it, while she continued to squeeze.
"Do you like this, Jack?"
"Oh yeah!"
She kept squeezing, and I could feel my cream start to rise. She was close, too. I could tell from her breathing, the way her eyes rolled back, and she was biting her lip. We had practiced enough so we could almost always cum together.
"OH GOD!"
"OH JESUS!"
"OH SHIT!"
"OH FUCK!"
"NNNGGGHHH"
"AHHHH!"
"mmmmm."
"mmmmm."
"I love you, Danielle."
"I know."
"How do you know?"
"My mom told me. She told you I love you, too."
I probably should backtrack here. I'm forty-two and Danni is eighteen, and I am totally in love with her. She is the daughter of my former lover, Nicole. Nic sent Danielle out to live with me for a summer, with the hope that I would teach her all about the art of making love. She wanted her first occasion to be with an older, experienced lover.
Nicole never expected us to fall in love with each other, but we did. She's been with me for six months now, and every day is better than the one before. She is smart, talented, and drop-dead gorgeous.
I am a talent agent, with an office in Los Angeles. I called in a couple of favors, and got Danni enrolled in the Lee Strasberg Theater and Film Institute. She's majoring in drama and theater arts and, according to her instructors, is a natural-born actress. I've arranged a screen test for her; the camera loves her.
"Jack?"
"Yes?"
"We have a week off from classes. Is it okay if I bring my friend, Jessica, here for the week? We're rehearsing a play together, and this would be a great chance to practice."
"Sure."
I can't deny her anything. She's already commandeered my Porsche Boxster, which is my pride and joy. I never let ANYBODY touch it before she came along. She drives it like Danica Patrick, and just about as fast. She got pulled over for doing over a hundred on the freeway, and managed to charm the cop out of a ticket, the little minx.
The next afternoon, I heard the roar of my tuned exhaust screaming up the road. I live in the hills above Malibu, and there is a six-mile winding road to get to my house. Danni downshifted, all the way down to first, hit the brakes, and skidded to a stop. I was out trimming the hedge, and they didn't see me when I pulled in.
Her friend climbed out of the passenger seat. I was far enough away that I couldn't see her face clearly. What I did see was long, and lean, with blonde hair clipped into a ponytail that hung down to the bottom of her back. I guessed she was about 5'11'. She had a slender waist, flaring hips, and a gorgeous ass; kind of a bubble-butt. Her breasts weren't huge, but they weren't small either, and fit her frame perfectly.
I watched her walk; she kind of sashayed, her hips swung side-to-side in a very provocative manner. I thought there was something vaguely familiar about her, but I wasn't sure just what it was. I went back to my hedge, attacking it with my pruning loppers. It was hot outside, and my shirtless body was soaked with perspiration.
When I finished my task, I headed for the house, longing for an ice-cold beer. Danni was a step ahead of me, and had three Coronas with lime waiting on the coffee table. She met me as I stepped into the living room, and gave me a big kiss.
"God, I love a sweaty man. If I didn't have company, I'd rip my clothes off and slide all over your body." She licked my chest. "Mmmmm."
Her friend rose from the couch, walked over, and extended her hand.
"Hi, Jack, I'm Jessica."
I felt like I'd been pole-axed. Even without makeup, I'd know that face anywhere. She was Jessica Collins, a supermodel, whose face had graced a hundred magazine covers, and come into our living room in television commercials for shampoos and cosmetics. I represent a lot of beautiful women, and have met many more in my line of work. I'm far from being star-struck, but her presence certainly lit up my living room.
"It's nice to meet you, Jessica, I've really admired your work." She blushed.
"It isn't work, it's just standing there, letting somebody paint your face or hang some clothes on you. What I'm doing at Strasberg is really work, and I'm loving it."
"She is really, really good; you should see her," Danni said.
"I hope to do that. I want to see both of you."
"Danielle has told me all about you; I mean ALL about you."
Now it was my turn to blush. We moved into the living room, and attacked those beers. Danni snuggled up against me, sweat and all. We exchanged a bit of chit-chat. For someone who was so well known and, I assumed, so sophisticated, Jessica was really very shy. After a few beers, she opened up a bit.
"So what are you doing with your career now, Jess?" I asked her.
"I'm officially on hiatus right now. I fired my agent and my manager and I've broken off all contact with my mother. They tell me I have some acting talent, and I want to focus on all of me, not just on a face or a body. I might do some modeling again, but I'm never going to do that runway crap again. I'm going to call my own shots from now on. Nobody is going to push me or cajole me again--ever."
It was well known that Jessica had an obsessive mother who kept pushing and controlling her. She started her career when she was three years old, modeling children's clothes and appearing in magazine and TV ads. She was one of the Coppertone kids, and did shampoo ads for Baby Breck. She had just turned nineteen, and had been in the spotlight for sixteen years already.
"Maybe you could be her new agent, Jack," Danni suggested.
"I could do that, but I'd like us to get to know each other first."
"Oh, I'm sure you can get to know each other REALLY well this week." She had this devilish look on her face.
I went to take a shower and wash the sweat off myself. I have this really great shower, with multiple heads and jets that blasts hot water at you from every direction. I was hoping Danielle would join me. We usually shower together, and all kinds of soapy, slippery, sexy things happen, but this day, it was a solo number for me.
I pulled on a pair of my favorite Levi's, the ones with the frayed knees, and a Grateful Dead tee shirt, and went out on the deck to grill us some steaks. It was a clear, warm night, and I have a distant ocean view. Danni made a Caesar salad and uncorked a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon that I picked up on a trip to the Napa Valley.
Dinner was excellent, and the wine was consumed before we finished, so I opened another bottle. The girls were getting a little giddy, and the conversation a bit looser.
"Did you know that Jessica turned down three million dollars to pose for 'Playboy'? Three mil!"
"My mother turned it down; I didn't even know about it."
"I would have bought a copy," I said. Jessica would look great naked. Really great. Danni punched me.
"Can you imagine six million horny teenagers and dirty old men jerking off to your picture? Jesus, there'd be enough jizz to fill a bathtub. I wonder what it would be like to bathe in a tub full of cum?"
"EEWWW!"
"Well, it certainly would be slippery," Danni cracked up at the image. I truly love the way her mind works.
"Would you have posed for them, if you'd known about it?" I asked.
