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Call Me Francesca; James/Belle (Call Girl)
Topic Started: Aug 2 2010, 10:11 AM (3,565 Views)
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In a taxi to the airport I still couldn’t believe my luck. Ray had offered me $200,000 for the week in $50,000 instalments. I’d received the first already and had been shopping for the trip. I’d bought all the black lingerie in Harrods, and had my hair dyed a lighter shade of blonde. I knew what he wanted. I’d searched for images of his wife online. She was much taller than me, a tall Latin woman, tanned, and striking—and unsurprisingly—very long blonde hair. In comparison, I wondered what he saw in me as a much shorter, pale English girl. Perhaps it was the mind fuck he was after. The taxi driver interrupted my thoughts.

‘So where are you off to, love?’ he asked. I saw his eyes in the rear view mirror flick to my legs suspiciously.

‘Prague’ I answered.

‘Nice! Seein’ a special fella?’

Perhaps the grin was already written all over my face.

The private jet was obscene: tan leather and varnished wood. 8 seats, and a long cabin to sleep. I was the sole occupant for the flight, with only my thoughts to keep me company. I had to swallow my nerves before I landed, the anticipation of seeing him again was killing me. It was lovely to be spoiled already, before I’d even arrived. It was early evening when I arrived. Ray and a driver met me at the airport in a black Bentley. Prague was colder than I had imagined, and I shivered in the cold air.

‘Ronnie has just arrived, himself’ he explained. ‘He wants to see you straight away’. I smiled, I’d been looking so forward to seeing him too. The way he’d said it, he made it seem like he wanted to see me immediately. I felt special thinking of James Hetfield eagerly awaiting my arrival. I touched up my makeup in the back seat, and tied my hair up into a high ponytail.
Ray caught a glance of me in the back seat.

‘I’d wear it down if I were you’ he grinned.

‘Oh’ I replied, a little surprised at his suggestion. I teased my hair out to full length once more.

‘Perfect’, he’ll like you like that’ he said with a knowing smile.

When we arrived at the hotel, I’d not realised the magnitude of his tour staff. There must have been forty staff unpacking their gear and luggage. They were clearly without their families on this leg of the tour this time. I heard the strum of an acoustic guitar as Ray lead me to Ronnie’s room. I remembered his last confession: Perhaps I can teach you, next time? The playing stopped at the knock on the door. Expecting him to greet me, another assistant led me to his room.

‘Ronnie is through here’ another taller man said pointing to an adjoining door. ‘He knows you’re here, I’ll let you through.’ The second man opened the door inwards and I entered to greet James; he sat on the edge of his bed, his guitar propped up next to him. He combed his fingers through his hair and smiled broadly to greet me.

‘Belle!’ he stood to greet me happily, pulling me into a tight hug. The door clicked shut behind me and I knew we were alone together once more.

‘Hi!’ I breathed. He’d taken straight for my mouth, he held my lips in a long welcoming kiss. His taste was familiar and sweet. I tasted him eagerly in return.

‘How was your flight?’ he asked kindly, returning to sit on the end of the bed. I sat with him, and unzipped my brown leather boots.

‘Very nice, thank you!’ I smiled. I hadn’t expected a private jet, apparently I’d quite forgotten who I was dealing with. He was dressed plainly in light blue denim jeans, and a white t-shirt. He looked fresh despite having recently flown a long way himself.

‘It’s really good to see you again, Belle’ he admitted. I smiled happily again.

‘Please, you can call me Hannah’ I offered. He nodded in thanks.

‘Alright. And privately you can call me James, but all my staff call me Ronnie when we’re on tour’ he explained. ‘It’s my alias when we’re travelling, making hotel reservations and things’ he explained. I nodded. I understood, I used an alias myself. I’d thought before I arrived that I would offer him my real name, given the level of trust he was offering me. He opened him arms, suggesting that I should join him by sitting in his lap. I straddled him in a friendly embrace, and he held me in his lap with his hands on my waist.

‘How have you been?’ he asked me honestly. His blue eyes asked me for a degree of personal trust. He wanted the truth, not an act this time.

‘I’ve been alright’ I admitted. ‘I’ve finished my degree at the London School of Economics this semester’ I revealed. ‘Just finished taking all my exams’ I smiled in relief. It felt good to tell him the truth.

‘Good for you!’ he smiled. He seemed genuinely happy for me.

‘I was never any good at school’ he confessed. ‘I just wanted to play the guitar, or make noise or something!’ he laughed at himself.

‘Well, it sure worked out for you, huh?!’ I grinned.

‘Yeah, I guess so!’ he laughed. His sense of humour was contagious. His eyes met mine, and he made for my lips once more. His mouth was soft and gentle, and we remembered each other once more. Sitting on the end of the bed, he hugged me into a tight embrace as we shared another long kiss. His hands roamed down my back and to my thighs. I knelt in his lap and he let himself lay back so I knelt over him. His hands explored the smooth surface of my jeans as we kissed. When we broke apart he wanted to talk again.

‘There’s a few things you need to know’ he explained. ‘I get followed a lot by paparazzi’ he said, ‘so we can’t really be seen out together’ he said. I nodded, I understood. ‘My wife knows the team we tour with too, and she would know you’re not part of the crew if she saw photos’ he said. I listened carefully, his ground rules were important.

‘So when we travel, Ray will take you to the airport and the hotel separately’ James explained. ‘And unfortunately, we can’t risk going out, so we’ll have to make do in a hotel room, is that okay?’ he confirmed.

‘Of course, I understand’ I nodded.

‘Thank you’ he kissed my forehead with thanks. He stood from the bed, and I lay before him, watching him change.

‘I’m going to shower, wanna join me?’ he winked.
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His fingers combed my wet hair in the water. He was so much taller than me; my head came to just above his shoulders. He held me to his chest, as he drank at the water running down my neck. My hand worked his dick, tugging him as he explored me. He lifted my hips to him, taking my weight in his arms. Lifting my left leg high over his hip, I leant into his chest as he found me. He started with a gentle rocking motion, and I moaned into his wet mouth. He was hard and urgent already. His hand holding my thigh held me open: he fucked me harder, the water splashing across us both.

‘James!’ I cried out in surprise, he turned me away from him towards the shower wall, he wanted to come already.

‘You like that?’ he begged. He took be from behind, both his hands pulling my butt to him. I cried along to his rhythm.

The water ran hot down my back: my long, loose hair stuck to my skin. He came hard, shuddering into me with strong bursts. His hands reached for mine as he did. He pulled me upright, my back against his chest, and I felt his orgasm pulse through me, squeezing me hard into his chest. He withdrew panting hard, and I turned to face him, letting the water wash away his urgent sweat.

‘Fuck it’s good to see you!’ he kissed.

He reached for the tap to stop the steady flow of water, and we stood together kissing for a few moments before he offered me a towel.

‘Keep warm’ he kissed. I smiled at his caring nature. We returned and dressed in the bedroom. Seeing him in a clean, crisp shirt and tight black jeans made me want to rip them off him. I was beginning to have feelings for him: I was afraid after a whole week of this, that he might become more than just a client... We had a connection now, we knew each other’s bodies.

He sat with me on the couch, and we chatted over a coffee. My feet in his lap, he was content with stroking my legs.

‘What would you like to do for dinner?’ he asked. ‘Whatever it is you want to order in’ he offered.

His hands searched my thighs as we talked; he was beginning to open up a little more. But his admissions were interrupted by a loud bang at the door.

‘James! Where the fock are you? It’s Lars! Open up! Fock!’
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There's more updates coming soon :D
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I looked at James in horror: we hadn’t talked at all about whether he was going to admit to his bandmates that I was here sharing his company. He reassured me, and made to open the door. Lars Ulrich entered with a dirty grin across his face at the sight of me.

‘Sorry James, I didn’t mean to interrupt....’

‘Lars, this is Hannah’ James offered.

‘Hello Sweetheart’ Lars said politely. His earlier rudeness must have been an apparent charade for James’ attention. I didn’t move from the couch, I was still unsure if Lars was welcome in James’ room.

‘Hannah’s gonna be here this week’ James explained to Lars, with his hands in his pockets. Lars grinned knowingly. He seemed to understand he was being dismissed from an awkward situation.

‘Alright, I was just heading out with Kirk and wondered if you wanted to come, but that’s okay’ Lars mumbled.

‘You have a good night’ we waved to me once more and I smiled.

James shut the door behind Lars, and returned to on the couch with an awkward smile on his face.

‘It’s okay, he won’t tell my wife’ he explained, although he only seemed half confident.

‘You must have some good dirt on him, then!’ I laughed. James laughed at my sense of humour, but I couldn’t help but wonder. His concentration returned to me.

‘What would you like to eat?’ he asked.

‘It doesn’t have to be fancy’ I replied honestly.

‘Pizza?’ he smiled.
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Late evening came around fast. We lay in bed listening to rock radio, and talked non-stop about his family and his fleet of hot rods back home.

‘I have this one I converted with metallic blue flames on the side, and a huge spoiler on the front. It makes a noise like a motorbike, it’s fuckin rad!’ he gushed. I grinned at his enthusiasm. I didn’t mind hearing about my client’s lives, often this was their source of release as much as the sex. I’d listened to his stories about his children: he was particularly proud of them.

‘Marcella is my little Angel’ he said, his hand to his chest. ‘She wants to be a ballerina!’ he grinned. ‘My oldest daughter Cali, she wants to be a fashion designer’ he said. I smiled, it sounded as though he had very girly daughters. ‘And my son, Castor...’ he shook his head at himself. ‘I dunno about him, I hope he’s not too much like his papa!’ he winced at himself.

‘Tell me about your wife?’ I asked carefully with a gentle smile. He smiled lovingly at his own thoughts.

‘She’s so patient’ he began. Already, his lip began to quiver. I only wanted him to think about how much he loved her, to emphasise why he was here with me. ‘She’s too busy to come on tour sometimes. Our three keep us pretty busy’ he explained, swallowing hard. ‘And she’s not interested in sex a lot of the time’ he explained sadly. ‘I’ve not had the guts to meet a girl on tour for a long time’ he confessed. ‘I nearly lost my wife over it once.’ He let out a big sigh before he continued. ‘Actually, Lars suggested I try and see an escort in London, I thought, Why not? ‘I’m so glad I met you’ he leant softly into my face to kiss me in thanks.

I wanted to know about his fantasises, the things he wanted his wife to do...Lying next to him, my hand reached down for his groin and rubbed him gently as I drawled into his ear.
‘What do you think about when you jerk off?’ I begged of him. He breathed heavily into my mouth in response, and I felt his dick growing hard inside his jeans.

‘I think of being blown off right before I’m about to go on stage’ he whimpered. His lip trembled as he revealed his secret close to my mouth.

‘I wish she would blow me off backstage, but she never would’ he explained. ‘The others always had girls in the pit, or the showers or dressing room’ he lamented. I grinned. It was the perfect fantasy for me to fulfil.

‘We could arrange that I’m sure’ I assured him. His face lit up.

‘That would be fucking magic’ he kissed. His hips ground against my hand.

‘Anything else?’ I teased. His hand guided mine inside his jeans, and his hand pressed mine as I pulled him hard.

‘Yah, I like undoing drawstring bikini’s, really slowly’ he whispered.

‘I’ll strip for you too’ I promised. He let out a happy groan. ‘I’d love that’ he mumbled.

I unzipped his jeans and pulled him free, tugging him harder in my hand. He bucked his hips and swelled harder still. His mouth was begging for me to make him come.

‘Please’ he breathed. His breath was frantic and desperate. He whimpered gently as he came. Taking hold of himself, he shook himself the rest of the way. He opened his eyes to thank me, his face red and flushed.

‘Thank you’ he kissed. ‘Lets sleep now, tomorrow’s an early morning flight’. His heavy arms wrapped around me in bed, and he squeezed me tightly.

‘You don’t know how much you being here means to me’ he said softly. I couldn’t see his face in the dark, but his admission was heartfelt. I found his lips with mine, and we embraced a final goodnight.
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At 5:30am James roused me gently.

‘Hannah?’ he whispered. ‘I know it’s early, but we’re flying out in two hours’. I rolled sleepily towards his face.

‘Okay’ I nodded still half asleep. He rolled onto me to wake me. His strong body was a delicious way to wake up. ‘I’ll send for a car for you, so you can go ahead, alright?’ I nodded, my eyes still closed. He kissed at my eyelids. ‘Come on, time to get up’ he pulled the blankets back, exposing my bare skin. He growled seeing my body.

‘Now I’m getting a morning boner’ he moaned with a smile. I grinned; the sight of me had set him off. He opened my legs gently and found his way slowly into me. ‘Better be quick’ he promised. I was still happily waking as he motioned on top of me. I concentrated on his chest: I saw his children’s names, and a glowing cross; a memory of his own faith in himself. There was a change to his gait: he was slow and loving. My hands found his neck, and he smiled as he roused me.

‘Baby, you’re perfect’ he breathed, taking in the sight of my nude body. The sound of his assistants in the main lounge of the suite broke us apart.

‘More later, I promise’ he kissed rolling off me happily. I dressed and he watched from the bed as I did. He lay happily observing with his hands warming himself below the sheets. I knew he was hard, and I wanted to join him again so badly.

‘I’ll see you soon’ he promised.

‘The show today is in Riga, Latvia’ Ray explained. ‘You can fly with the guys on their jet, but we just can’t risk you being seen leaving with Ronnie’.

At the airport, a different jet than the one I’d arrived on was waiting on the tarmac. ‘I’ll take your bags, the guys will be here soon’ he assured me. On board the jet, the plane was once again vacant. It was larger than the charter jet I’d flown in on. It seemed to be their usual plane, their gear was spread throughout, each of them had their magazines, and drinks of choice already laid out at each of their seats. I made my way to the back of the plane, and settled in a seat to resume my sleep.

A short while later, I woke to the sound of a motorcade. Several policemen on motorbikes flanked their arriving dark vehicles with tinted windows. No wonder it wasn’t safe for me to arrive with them. I watched them arrive from the window of the plane. First, was a tall tanned man, with long black hair emerged from the first car and made quickly on board. He was followed by another shorter man, also tanned with dark curly hair, a black leather jacket and aviator glasses, carrying his own guitar case. I heard their voices as they boarded the plane, both with two assistants each. Next was Lars, I heard his babbling voice before I saw him. With his phone in his hand, he seemed to be calling home.

The fourth car, which I knew must have James inside, drove the closest to the plane’s stairs. There were more paparazzi surrounding his car than any other. They had followed them all the way to the tarmac from the hotel. Ray stepped out first, followed by three security guards forming a line between his car door and the stairs. James emerged in his dark glasses, the collar of his heavy pulled up high to cover his neck; he made no acknowledgement of the waiting paparazzi. In a nervous run he made to the stairs, and climbed on-board. He found me alone at the back of the plane.

‘Come sit with us’ he beckoned warmly. The plane was already taxiing as we made to our seats.

‘This is Rob, Kirk and Lars’ he offered. I smiled, only Lars had really acknowledged me. Kirk had only spent me a small nod, he was seemingly uninterested in who James chose to keep his company. Rob gave me a short embarrassed wave, before settling into his chair. Lars in the seat opposite, greeted me with the most warmth.

‘You spent much time in Eastern Europe, Hannah?’ he asked. I shook my head. ‘This is my first trip’ I admitted.

‘Well make sure you get out and see the city today’ he said. It occurred to me I wasn’t going to be able to easily socialise with the band during the day, given their level of security and popularity.

‘Yeah, you should. Take advantage of it all, soak it all up’ James said. His hand linked around my lower back in the seat, and I leant sleepily into his chest. Lars averted his eyes as James showed me affection. As I drifted slowly to sleep I heard Lars’ whispering voice.

‘She’s hot!’ he mouthed to James, and I heard the blush of his approving breath.
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At the stadium we parted ways. ‘Enjoy yourself in the city’ he said, handing me a few hundred dollars cash. ‘See you back at the airport tonight after the show’ I kissed. He smiled. The rest of the band were heading for an early sound-check. ‘I better go, have fun’ he smiled. On the streets of Riga I searched for a department store. I knew I needed a string bikini and some things to keep him entertained. It may have been summer, but the wind was still very cold. I found the warmth of a large store and browsed, knowing what I was looking for.

I bought a white string bikini with metallic gold ties. There was no way he wouldn’t fall for it. An amazing scent had caught me as I left the store: it was Rose Oil. The thought of massaging his shoulders made me weak: an excuse to rub his body down! Surely he’d enjoy that after a long show. Confident I’d planned the evening ahead, I left in search of a coffee.

That evening at 11pm, Ray escorted me to the airport once more. In the darkness, no one suspected me and I climbed aboard the plane once more. This time, the band’s motorcade was not far behind and they arrived, exhausted for the flight back to Prague. When the cabin lights switched off, I curled into James’ arms in the darkness. He threw a blanket over us and soon he was snoring happily. I thought of how worn out he must be doing a long show each night. I wondered if he’d have any energy left for what I had planned...

We landed back in Prague at 1am, and this time, we were ferried back to the hotel together. It was quiet in the streets and we returned to the hotel via a private entrance without a problem. James undressed himself and made straight to bed while I showered. When I returned to his side, he was sleepy and battling to keep his eyes open. I placed the Rose oil on my bedside table.

‘Sleep, James, if you’re tired. It’s alright’. He yawned and opened his arms for me to climb into his body once more. He wrapped his inked arms around me and I felt safe and secure once more. He settled his face on the pillow once more, my eyes studied his face and took in his tired blue eyes.

‘Would you like a massage?’ I asked. He wouldn’t need to participate at least. He smiled, my suggestion was a little unexpected.

‘Sure, that’d be nice’ he replied sleepily.

He rolled onto his stomach for me to start on his back. I straddled his upper thighs and rolled my hands in hard fists up either side of his spine. He moaned as I did. I circled my thumbs into his shoulder-blades, and I felt the tightness of his tired muscles. I poured some oil into my hands and spread it across his pale skin. He moaned at the sensation. The scent was fresh in the air and it made me hungry for his body. I worked the length of his back, and followed the curves of his shoulders with my hands to his neck. I felt him relaxing to my touch.

I leant forward so my chest met his back. I whispered to his listening ears: ‘Will you roll over for me?’ He obliged happily, smiling at the sight of my naked body straddling his hips.I did the same to his chest, my hands relaxing him, my knuckles applying pressure to his skin. This time, his eyes stayed open to watch me. His chest done, I thought I’d see how frisky he was. I poured a little oil on my own chest and made my own skin shiny. His hands shaking, he took the bottle from me, warming his own hands to touch me. He sat up quickly, his horny mouth kissing me fast, he lifted me into his lap, stretching my legs out behind him. His oily fingers parted me, and he watching my face flicker while he searched me.

‘You just made me so fucking horny, Hannah’ he groaned. His dick was fully erect against his abdomen; I’d not touched him on purpose, and it was driving him crazy. ‘Please, please touch me’ he begged, grabbing my hand and tugging me south. I resisted and shook my head with an evil smile. ‘Oh please!’ he begged me more. His face was red, and his breath racing. I moved further forward into his lap, pinning his dick between his abdomen and my stomach. He groaned hard.

‘You like that?’ I asked greedily. He was close to bursting and taking over. I wanted to push him to see how far I could go, to test how far I could dominate him before he’d want control. I rubbed my groin against him and he jumped in desire, unable to hold back him complaints he growled loudly in frustration.

‘I fucking want you, Hannah!’ he yelled. I was sure for a minute his assistants in the next room would hear his frantic calls. I consented and let him pin me to my back, he was hard enough to enter me straight away, his hips working me fast immediately. It was my turn to cry out in surprise. His size surprised me once more: he was large and he didn’t hold back. The oil created a delicious friction between us. His chest glistened with sweat and oil, and I latched onto his neck with my mouth; his skin was nearly edible.

He yelled loudly as he sent shudders through my body. I’d pushed him into his dominant role, and he was getting what he wanted. My softer cries carried with his. He was like an animal, growling and rolling his body into me. I knew he was close when the whites of his eyes grew large. When he came, his head rolled back, and his hips drew long and final shuddering bursts into me. His voice rattled in emphasis. I panted beneath him: he’d taken my breath from my body in that moment. He moved off me, leaving my body shaking and reacting to his pulse. I lay there helpless for a moment, catching my breath. His eyes took in the feast of my naked body’s reaction for his. I laughed at my own exhaustion, I was breathing heavily still. He pulled my arms and I came up to sitting position, and he kissed me in thanks as my breathing slowed.

‘See what happens when you don’t do what you’re told?’ he teased wickedly. ‘I love that oil’ he smiled broadly pointing to the small bottle I’d bought that morning. I’d been right, the rose scent had made him wild.

‘Well’ I teased ‘next time, I’d like to finish my massage, if that’s okay with you?!’ I’d more than wanted to rub his dick in my hands, but he’d been too desperate to hold back.

‘Oh please, do it now?’ he begged. He handed me the bottle once more and I giggled at his eagerness.

‘Alright!’ I grinned. ‘Lie back!’ I pushed his shoulders back to the bed and I smiled happily at his twitching cock. My hands were shiny with oil, and I soaked his thighs first, running my hands up to his stomach, his groin urgent for my attention.

I took the head of his dick in my mouth for his surprise. His chest jumped in joy, and his hands held my head still: he clearly didn’t want me to stop. I took him as far in my mouth as I could, but he was swelling fast once more. I let him roll from my mouth, and my hands took over fast. He didn’t seem to notice, his face was closed in ecstasy. My oily hands worked the length of his shaft, and he couldn’t help himself. He came fast once more across his chest. I hadn’t thought he’d come so soon; apparently he’d not expected it of himself either. He let out a loud and open shudder, and again I hoped our enjoyment was remaining private. I joined him at his side once more, shifting under the sheets for warmth.

‘Fuck.....’ he breathed. ‘Man, I wish my wife would do that!’
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*waves from grave* Okay. *breathe girl* Uh, this is perfect. Knowing how Belle operates, I can get right inside her head. She'll fulfill her clients' every fantasy and more. She seems to have nailed James right on his head. This is really very good. Would've been satisfied with the first night! Glad you've continued it. I'm gonna stop before I go into gross detail but, yes. Moar plz!

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*waves from grave* Okay. *breathe girl* Uh, this is perfect. Knowing how Belle operates, I can get right inside her head. She'll fulfill her clients' every fantasy and more. She seems to have nailed James right on his head. This is really very good. Would've been satisfied with the first night! Glad you've continued it. I'm gonna stop before I go into gross detail but, yes. Moar plz!

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THANK YOU! :hug:

More coming tomorrow :D
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Loves it!!! :D



Moar now! :giggle
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Loves it!!! :D



Moar now! :giggle

Thank you! :hug: :D
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The next day was a day off, and we were both thankful for it after the long flights and evening show the day before. I woke naturally at 10am to find he hadn’t moved. I smiled at the sight of him sleeping: there was something slightly bizarre about watching someone so strong sleeping so innocently. I lay watching him sleep for a while longer, wondering if he would ever wake. The sunlight was peaking in through the borders of the closed curtains, and it looked to be a gorgeous and much warmer summer day.

I felt spoiled to see the etchings on his skin up this close. I gently traced his inked skin with my fingers. His sleeping hand in response found my thigh beneath the sheets. I was transfixed by his warm hand on my leg, I wished for it to move and touch me. His heavy hand was still oily from the night before, the scent of the rose oil lingered on us both. He rolled over, still heavy in sleep and his hand left me. I took my chance to order breakfast without waking him. I wrapped myself in a robe and crept quietly into the adjoining lounge of the suite.

Instead of the room being filled with the band’s many busy assistants, this morning on their day off, the room was empty. Beside the phone were two handwritten notes on hotel stationery, the first was from the previous evening.

10:25pm
Your daughter Cali, called. She said to let you know her choir performance is tonight. She is anxious to talk to you before then.

9:08am
Francesca called. Cali’s show was last night. Please return call asap.



I felt a shot of guilt as I returned the notes to the desk, unsure whether to deliver them to him or not. No, I’m not his assistant, I thought. I ordered room service and returned to the bedroom where he still slept soundly. I wondered what his temperament would be like if I woke him...It was nearly midday and I wanted to make the most of the summer afternoon.

I crawled over the covers towards him, straddling him on all fours. I tested his face with my lips, kissing his cheeks first; then his nose, then his lips. He stirred a little, but still is eyes did not open. I took in the beautiful sight of his face close up, taking his lips again with a stronger kiss. His mouth returned to me and his face opened.

‘Mmmm?’ he groaned. His eyes opened painfully, and he greated me with a wide yawn. His eyes settled on my breasts curving open beneath my robe.

‘Good morning’ he smiled, his hands smoothing my back.

‘Good afternoon!’ I corrected him. The doorbell buzzed in the adjacent room. His face questioned me.

‘Breakfast’ I explained and he sat up eagerly.

‘Great, I’m starving’. The two trays were delivered to our bed and he ate happily.

‘Thank you’ he said with his mouth full. He paused in thought, eyeing the sunshine breaking through a gap in the curtains.

‘Why don’t we explore the city today?’ he suggested. I wanted to, but he seemed to be breaking his ground rules.

‘That’d be great, but are you sure?’ I asked.

‘Or we could stay here, and I could give you another massage?’ I offered deviously. He grinned affectionately; I’d reminded him of the night before.

‘I could send my assistant out to get us food?’ he said, ‘but I’d rather go out’ he confessed. My mind thought of the waiting notes from his wife and daughter on the desk. I wished I’d never found them.

‘Sure, okay, that sounds fun’ I smiled. He cleared his throat to speak. ‘I can take security with us too, so if there’s any camera’s around...’ he trailed off. I nodded, I had to trust him on this one.

On the streets, we walked separately through a busy market, and down a promenade of cafe’s along the Vlatva river. It was a hot day and there were a lot of tourists around. I could tell that their whirring cameras made him nervous. We took takeaway coffee’s and walked down a tree-lined lane towards the river’s edge. He took my hand as we approached some steep steps. Two of his security followed us indirectly, some twenty metres behind. He lead me to a large rectangular concrete seat on the river’s edge, and we sat overlooking the glistening water. His hand slipped gently around my waist and I cosied into him. His mouth had already moved for mine.

We kissed quietly without speaking for a minute. While his security was out of sight, I was conscious they were still watching. The wind blew my hair across my face, and he scooped it behind my ear; his hand holding my face as he took my lips again and again. When his face finally withdrew, his eyes were searching and meaningful. I was worried for his lust. It was beginning to be me that he wanted. He looked briefly around; aware he had stolen a private moment in public. My hand settled warmly on his chest and he sighed at my touch.

‘I’ve had about enough sunshine!’ he smirked, his hand lowering mine teasingly to his waist. We stood and walked—his hand sneaking into my back pocket—back to the hotel.
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That was so sweet and couple-y but, I think Francesca's about to go verbally postal on him. I can't wait until he grows the balls to call her back. I wouldn't wanna!
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That´s the medicine I like :biggrin

I LOVE this story!!
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