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Call Me Francesca; James/Belle (Call Girl)
Topic Started: Aug 2 2010, 10:11 AM (3,562 Views)
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Aug 22 2010, 12:02 PM
Yes, it's James in THAT t-shirt that kills me. A few scenes ago, when he wanted her to be himself, I was imagining her taking that very shirt off over his head. :drool :drool :drool

And thank you for all your lovely comments! :D

Glad you like mah naughty writings! :lol :sotb

;) Your welcome!! How could I NOT like this story?! :biggrin
I like naughty stuff :giggle


"He opened his arms to me, desperate for a hug."
Awww..... :wub:
But I guess he liked the blow job as twice as much! :rolleyes: :lol:


And YES!!! James in that shirt....is.... :aroused :drool :sex

I´m desperately waiting for the next chapter! :biggrin
Great job!! :horns2


btw...what´s your name?
I´m Katja! But I guess you already know that :giggle
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We flew straight from Bucharest to Istanbul that night after the show. It was the last show on this leg of the tour, and James was keeping the others from fatigue.

‘Last one guys! Let’s make this one killer’ he announced as we landed. At 4am, no one else could muster the enthusiasm. I hung sleepily to his arm as we walked across the tarmac to the waiting cars. He opened the car door for me, inside, he shuffled my sleepy body into his lap. His arms hooked around my waist, and he kissed my sleeping forehead. Arriving at nearly 5am without a night’s sleep to the still quiet city, we’d gone straight to bed: the day off was planned out for us.

At 2pm James woke, his body more acclimatised to his touring schedule than mine. I felt his warm hands searching my nude back, hoping for my consciousness. I turned my face happily towards him and peeled my eyes open painfully to the light. He lay peacefully on his side, watching me sleep. I’d spent so much time studying his inked skin that it was quite familiar to me now.

‘I’m so glad today isn’t the last day we’ll see each other’ he smiled. The week had flown by, I agreed. I’d enjoyed his company tremendously.

‘There’s a few things I need to tell you before we head back to San Francisco’ he began seriously.

‘My wife has a nose like a bloodhound’ he said. I grinned, she was surely accustomed then, to his behaviour while he was away. ‘So I’ll visit you as often as I can, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to see you every day’ he said. I understood. My house in the city is really close to town, you’ll be able to go shopping or something!’ he waved his hand casually and I laughed.

‘And I wanted to ask you what arrangement you’d like for uh,...’ he asked vaguely, but I knew he was referring badly to my fee.

‘Oh James, I don’t want to ask’ I blushed. I realised asking him for the amount I’d charge for an hour, multiplied by a monthly rate, was a considerable fortune. He’d done the math too, and his grin read my face.

‘Will a million US dollars do?’ he asked. I couldn’t stop my face from gaping open wide. I nodded, unable to reply.

‘You’re worth every penny’ he kissed. His mouth was warm and appreciative. His body rolled happily onto mine.

‘Now, something else I wanna tell you’ he grinned. ‘You’re fucking beautiful’ he moaned. I laughed; the stubble on his face was tickling my skin as his mouth searched my chest. His mouth made eagerly down my body, settling on my navel, his tongue swirled hungrily at the pit of my stomach. My hands grabbed his blonde head of hair, desperate for him to search me more. He answered my desperate hopes, letting his tongue slide teasingly to my cleft. I gasped loudly, I hadn’t been expecting his hungry mouth would wet me so soon. I rested my thighs on his shoulders, and he held my shaking legs as he explored me deeply. I wriggled and screamed to his game. He sat up, his dick hard in his hand: he teased me resting the tip of his dick at my begging cunt. He grinned deviously.

‘Tell me what you want’ he teased. My hand darted to him, desperate for him to push into me, but his own hand held mine away.

‘No!’ he laughed. He leaned forward, pinning my arms above my head to the bed. His dick still teased me, sliding me open, but refraining from giving me what I wanted. He arched his back high, and I saw his shoulder muscles and the strength in his body. His full weight was pressing down on my arms. I felt deliciously restrained.

‘Do you want my dick?’ he teased. My face fell into open moan.

‘Yeah! Fuck yeah!’ I couldn’t stop the desperate cries escaping from my mouth. His eyes drilled into me with a dominating drive, and he pushed the head of his dick a little deeper, enough to make me gasp.

‘Yeah! I like that!’ I moaned.

‘I bet you do!’ he grinned. He pulled out and teased me once more, pushing only a little way in. The head of his cock rolling deliciously wet between my folds.

‘Please!’ I cried, my head rolling back, begging him for it.

‘Oh alright’ he pretended, a wide smile brimming across his face. He freed my arms and settled over me, and this time, he followed through: his dick sliding willingly into me. I wanted him fast.

‘Fuck yeah!’ I moaned, my hands holding his face as he pumped me. It was what I enjoyed so much about him. He was gentle, yet firm at the same time. He smiled as he pleasured me, his head dropping to watch my chest moving for him.

I watched his face struggle into twisted ecstasy. His hips paused and bucked hard: he’d made his way to his own climax, and I took in the beautiful sight of his chest buckling forcefully against my body.
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I shouldn´t read this while I´m at work....
It´s just too HOT :drool :drool
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Yeah! It's not clean enough for work! :lol :lol :sotb
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We left Istanbul as soon as the show was over. The band and the crew returned to Prague for one final evening before the long trek home to San Francisco. The band was jubilant that the last leg of the European tour was over. In the private jet, Lars poured champagne, and all except James celebrated with a toast. Instead of sleep, the plane was chatty and energised for the return flight to Prague. Kirk laughed loudly, the alcohol lubricating his mind, I hadn’t seen him as relaxed for the whole week. I shared a celebratory coke with James.

‘You can have a drink if you like’ he said kindly. ‘Don’t be sober because of me’. I knew it would be hard for him, even just to taste it on my breath. I shook my head amicably.

‘It’s okay, I don’t mind’ I confessed. Obscured within the cheer of the cabin, we had a little more privacy than usual to cuddle close. I whispered to his face.

‘You’re gonna love what I have planned tonight’ I teased. His breath grew anxious with interest as I taunted him with my circling fingertips. I traced his leg through the denim of his jeans, and he wriggled at his own excitement. He was close to kissing me openly, but restrained himself in front of the crew and his bandmates. My teasing fingers crawled in his pocket, remembering how I teased Rob.

‘I can’t fucking wait’ he breathed in earnest.

Back in our familiar hotel suite, everything had been packed up by the remaining crew. My things were tidily arranged on the bedroom chaise, more orderly than I’d left them. James faced me with his hands in his pockets and a wide grin on his face: I knew he was waiting for what I’d promised.

I produced the rose oil from my suitcase once more, and a larger bottle of lube. I handed them both to him and he smiled silently.

‘I need you to shower first’ I said kindly. I wanted him to be calm, and his body relaxed. He placed both bottles on the end of the bed.

‘Only if you’ll join me’ he smiled taking my hand. I obliged, there was no way I’d ever turn him down. The sight of him pulling his own shirt over his head, and the pale inked skin of his chest made my heartbeat rise. The water splashed onto the shower floor as we climbed in together. His hands explored my chest and back, rubbing soap gently across my body. His mouth tasted me softly, over and over; the water running hot down both our bodies. His mouth was eager and his tongue was horny; his own hand working himself as we kissed. I stopped his eager hands lifting my legs around his hips; he was desperate to fuck me already.

‘Hold off for a little while, okay?’ I winked. He moaned happily.

‘Darling, you kill me, you know that?’ he teased, his lips kissing at the stream of water running down my neck. Knowing he was holding off for my control this evening, his fingers instead rubbed my thighs and parted my folds gently.

‘Is that allowed?’ he grinned. His warm and wet fingers were sending tingling waves through me. I kissed him eagerly in response, and his fingers worked me faster. He withdrew before my body rolled to its own climax, teasing me in the same way. He reached for the silver mixer behind me, and the water shut off. He smiled at me silently for a moment, his eyes taking in the sight of me. I did the same: his body was muscular and he was impressively erect. We returned to the bedroom, and I towelled him dry before requesting he lie on his back on the bed. He did so nervously, his hand behind his head, watching me prepare the oil in my hands. He grinned at my eager naked body leaning over him, oiling his chest and arms. He knew from our first massage that this was going to be a game he’d enjoy. He was nervously watching my every move.

‘I’m going to give you an erotic massage’ I said. ‘Close your eyes, and try and relax’ I said softly. ‘Just try and focus on the sensation.’ His dick was already standing hard on its own. I worked his upper thighs and he bent his knees for me, urging me towards his groin. My oiled hands slid up his torso either side of his aching dick. He moaned in happy frustration.

I reached for the lube and oiled my hands once more. I began squeezing his balls gently, and I watched his head roll back in pleasure. When I focused on his dick, his hips arched hard in my hands. He was hard and slippery, and I tugged his length slowly, changing motion and direction, watching the creases of his face open and fall in pleasure. His dick was flushed red and swollen hard in my hands, and I saw the desperate look on his face as he tried not to come in my hands.

I leant over him once more, rubbing his chest with mine. I felt him twitch urgently against my leg. Knowing that he was close, I returned to work his dick in my hands. I massaged his dick, pulling him back towards his own chest. Moving in a slow rhythmic pace; I watched his breathing grow faster and deeper, and his chest rolled to the sensation. He moaned out loud at himself, and my hands let him go as he bucked to his own orgasm: his fists clenched tight. He came in messy bursts across his own chest, his hand reaching for himself and tugging at the tip. I loved watching him please himself, and it was even more of a delight to know I had taken him there.

He surfaced, and smiled happily with a deep sigh.

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Oooo how I missed this story! :biggrin
Good teasing in the plane.....foreplay in the shower :D and a hot massage in bed!!
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Darling, you kill me, you know that?’ he teased"
Haa!! Well James....now you see how I feel the whole time looking at you!

;) :lol:
Just kidding..... :eyeroll maybe :giggle
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Oooo how I missed this story! :biggrin
Good teasing in the plane.....foreplay in the shower :D and a hot massage in bed!!
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That´s the way I like it!!

Darling, you kill me, you know that?’ he teased"
Haa!! Well James....now you see how I feel the whole time looking at you!

;) :lol:
Just kidding..... :eyeroll maybe :giggle

Thanks!!

Yeah! James seems to like showers in this fic...

The first SF chapter is going up now! :D

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We were two hours from San Francisco, and Lars, Kirk, James and Rob were all noticeably restless to land. James looked awkwardly around the cabin. I caught his anxious eyes and asked him kindly.

‘Are you okay, James?’ I smoothed his chest, and he nodded.

‘I can’t wait to show you my city’ he smiled warmly squeezing my hand. We watched the clouds out the window for a while longer, before he stood to find his guitar in the overhead locker.

‘You ever played a steel string before?’ he asked matter-of-factly. I shook my head. He opened the case and handed me the surprisingly light-bodied wooden guitar. He sat once more and patted his lap for me to join him. Kirk sniggered from across the cabin. The sight of James inviting me into his lap and holding the guitar around us both seemed comical to him.

‘You said you could play a little, right?’ his deep voice was more self-assured now that he was teaching me his craft.

‘Yeah, I know a few chords’ I offered, showing him E minor, G major, C major and A Minor.

‘Okay’ he nodded watching me demonstrate what I knew. ‘Let me teach you a few more chords, then I can show you a song’. When James began to play, Lars and Kirk’s faces picked up in attention; he demonstrated slowly the opening solo to The Day That Never Comes.

‘This bit starts in A Minor’ he explained, playing me the opening riff. He paused to play it again, before handing the guitar to me. Kirk watched, turning in his seat to see if I was an able pupil. Thankfully James was right: it was an easy riff and I copied him quickly.

James nodded with a smile: ‘Yeah, that’s good!’

He found an electric guitar, and even with a small practice amp, he accompanied me. I surprised myself, the few guitar lessons I had coming back to me. I was lucky he’d decided to show me an easy song! After a short jam he looked through the plane’s windows to the city below; it was coming more clearly into view.

‘I’ll teach you another song later’ he smiled, pleased he had shared something of his own with me. When we landed at the small private airport north of the city, and a long row of black vehicles—just as we’d had on tour—were already waiting. James turned to me as though to say goodbye.

‘I’ll see you again soon’ he said hopefully. ‘I’ll be in touch really soon’ he promised, turning and leaving the cabin with a small wave.

Ray lead James from the plane and across the tarmac to a waiting car. The door burst open, and his son: the mirror image of James himself, leap energetically into his father’s chest. Two more children, his pretty, blonde daughters climbed from the car and embraced their father with happy squeals of delight. I smiled at their happy reunion. Even from inside the plane, I could hear their happy talking voices.

The front passenger door opened, and out climbed the tall blonde woman he’d wanted me to impersonate: Francesca was easily as tall as he was, her long golden hair was loose across her shoulders, and blew peacefully in the wind. She embraced him tenderly, and I saw his face met hers happily, her hands looped around his shoulders drawing him into a close embrace. Ray ushered James and his family into the waiting car, and watched as they drove away before returning to the plane. I was the only one left on board, Ray had earlier instructed me to stay on board until James was on his way.

‘Okay, you can come with me now’ he said quickly.

Ray drove me south across the Golden Gate Bridge to James’ private townhouse in Pacific Heights. It was a tall and narrow three storey town-house, built of white concrete, with six large framed windows patterning its exterior. The window and door on the ground floor were covered in climbing ivy. The house was set back from the street by a short driveway and a heavy white-iron gate. Ray lead me inside, showing me the alarm behind the door, he dramatically switched on the foyer lights, and light flicked quickly to the space. The hallway opened to a vast open-plan lounge and kitchen; the French doors at the back of the house opened to a grassy garden. To my surprise, the house looked lived in. It was filled with photographs of his bandmates and gold records.

‘Did James used to live here?’ I asked Ray carefully.

‘No’ he said, shaking his head. He seemed hesitant to give me much more information.

‘There’s a recording studio upstairs’ he offered as a hint. I nodded, taking in the sight of the lounge. Despite being the ground floor, the ceilings were high, and the walls matched the creamy-white exterior. It gave an impression of space and grandiosity. Two large brown leather couches were arranged around a large heavy wooden coffee table. A large plasma TV hung above the original fireplace, framed by two large bronze urns. The large open kitchen featured an island in the centre, with leather bar stools and a white marble bench and large windows which faced the garden. The kitchen on the other hand, looked too bare to be lived in. The bare bench shone in the afternoon light, and the cupboards were all uniformly closed.

‘Help yourself to anything you like’ Ray offered, opening the fridge door. To my surprise, the fridge was freshly stocked. In another naive moment I realised Ray was not James’ only assistant.

‘James usually has a chef when he stays here’ Ray explained, ‘the house is cleaned each week on a Tuesday morning’ he continued ‘and you’ll meet Chopper, too!’ Ray grinned. ‘Chopper’s his bodyguard when he’s in town’ Ray explained. ‘There’s a lot of people always coming and going through here, so won’t be lonely!’ he joked.

‘I’ll show you upstairs’ he gestured to the large wooden staircase. I climbed the stairs first, and was breath-taken by the views down the steep hill to the vast blue bay. Both bedrooms looked majestically out to the Bay. The first bedroom was blue and featured a modern large king sized bed, the second was white and faced west to the Pacific Ocean.

‘I’ll stay here I think’ I said, dropping my bag to the bed of the first room with views out to Alcatraz and the city below. The afternoon sun poured in, and the bed was immediately inviting. I realised how tired I was from the long flight. Ray handed me the house keys as a parting gift. ‘The keys to the Mercedes in the garage downstairs are on here too’, he lifted the larger key in my hand for emphasis. ‘You’re welcome to use the car’. He paused, choosing his words carefully.

‘Here’s my number’ he said offering me a plain white card. ‘You’re not to contact James directly’ he said more seriously. ‘Don’t call him or text him or anything, okay? I’ll let you know when he can see you’ he explained not unkindly, but firmly. I nodded.

‘I need to get up to Marin now, to see that James’ gear gets back. Call me if you need anything, I’m your assistant too while you’re here’ he said. I wasn’t sure if he enjoyed it.

I heard the front door click shut as he left, and I felt a rush of excitement at the reality of being alone to enjoy his fabulous house. I was the luckiest girl alive. Turning on the bathroom radio loudly, I showered, remembering the delicious showers James and I had shared in Europe. I decided to make use of the white and gold bikini I’d bought in Prague, and sunbathed for an hour on the second storey balcony.

Late that evening, after eating all the snacks in the pantry: peanuts, chips, and raisins, not wanting to cook a proper meal for myself; the doorbell rang. I’d been wearing my phone so as not to miss a message from Ray or James. I saw a large male figure in shadow behind the front door. Before I could discern the figure, a key turned in the door. Chopper entered: he was a tall bald man with harsh tattoos, and he reminded me of Kerry King. It was strange to see such a dominating bodyguard smile at me so warmly.

‘James is a few minutes away’ he said plainly with a smirk. I wondered why his eyes settled erotically on me, until I realised I was still in my denim shorts and white bikini top. I raced upstairs for a jersey, and checked my hair in the mirror. It had dried in waves. I ran my fingers through it and shook it loose. I zipped my hoodie up to my chest, and my damp hair fell across my shoulders. When I descended the stairs he was waiting in the hallway, his back to me and his hands in his pockets. He turned greating me with a widening smile as he saw me.

‘Hi Beautiful’ he welcomed me with a soft kiss, lifting me into his arms. I was considerably shorter than his wife. I was surprised, but delighted to see him so soon. He led me into the lounge, and Chopper stood guard by the front door.

‘Do you like the house?’ he asked with a warm smile.

‘I love it!’ I breathed. He held me in his arms, with his hands holding my butt. He lifted me easily around his waist with one easy motion. His eyes drilled lovingly into me.

‘How long can you stay tonight?’ I kissed softly. He was rushing straight to the point. Whatever excuse he’d given his wife, we both knew he didn’t have long.

‘I told her I was going to the gym’ he said. ‘An hour, tops’. I nodded, and he carried me to the couch, lying me down on the long chaise. The room was warm from the summer sun and he made to draw the blinds for privacy.

He unbuckled himself slowly, pulling his heavy metallic belt in his hands, with his steady eyes teasing me. I remembered I was concealing a strip tease of my own. He stepped out of his jeans and knelt over me, lifting his shirt eagerly over his shoulders. I unzipped my hoodie, knowing he would love the white bikini beneath. I stood and stripped in front of him, his hands lowering his briefs to the floor, and pulling his own dick urgently as he watched my show. I tugged slowly at the tie behind my back and the fabric loosened gently. I teased the fabric down my chest until my nipples popped from the fabric. Leaning forward, I offered him the soft white cups which peeled from my chest into his hands. He pulled it gently free and admired my soft white curves. I straddled him and he whimpered at the sensation of my breasts against his face.

‘Oh fuck you’re making me so hard’ he groaned, looking at his own dick hardening in his hand. I smiled in approval.

‘And what about these?’ he asked with a careful smile, tugging at my denim shorts and bikini bottoms underneath. He lay me down on my back, and shimmied my shorts down my legs, taking in the length, kissing my knees and feet as he did. He’d reserved special treatment for the bikini bottoms. His fingers traced the outline of my lips rubbing me through the fabric until he could see I was wet. He steadied himself over me and untied the bikini strings. I lifted my hips for him and he dropped the fabric free to the floor. His body hung over me seductively.

‘Time for that workout I came for’ he grinned, lifting my legs straight in the air at my hips. His left arm curled around both my legs, tilting them to the side as he pushed his dick into me. He’d not taken me so gently before, and I sighed openly as he slid gently in, taking his time in filling me up. He paused in me when he was fully in, taking in the sight of my face. I smiled in approval, and he slowly slid out, repeating his same teasing game, as slowly as I’d ever been fucked before. When I couldn’t take it anymore I begged him.

‘James! That’s so good! Harder!’ I moaned, my head rolling back. It was delicious to feel the fullness of his size, but I wanted his fast and urgent pace. He teased me with his slow pace for a few minutes more, until my desperate moans made him laugh. He pulled me up to sitting position facing him.

‘Tell me what you want?’ he kissed. His face was open and honest. The dim light of the lounge cast shadows across both our nude bodies.

‘I want you to fuck me really hard’ I moaned. He growled in approval. He stood and led me by the hand to the coffee table in the centre of the room. It was made of a heavy piece of wood that looks as though it was fashioned from the original tree stump that it was. He turned me away from him and I bent over, with my hands on the table feeling him readying himself behind me.

His delicious first push made me cry out loudly. I thought of Chopper in the next room hearing everything we were sharing. James wasted no time fucking me as hard as he could. His balls slapped furiously against me and I screamed for more; my sweaty hands sliding across the wood.
‘It that what you wanted?’ he asked, his deep voice growling in earnest. I smiled, turning my head over my shoulder to him.

‘Fuck yeah!’ I yelled, and he smiled a wide grin at my pleasure.

For his own rush, he returned me to the couch. I sat, as he stood in front of me, shaking himself forcefully in his hand, desperate to come on my face. He moaned when he did; his stomach jolting in front of my eyes. I watched his dick twitch finally in his hand as he relaxed. He opened his eyes and looked at me happily. I must have been a sight, with his messy cum written across my face and chest.

‘Wait there’ he whispered gently. He returned with a towel wrapped around his waist, and another for me. He led me to the shower to seal our evening, and the water washed away the truth.
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Farrrrrrk! :drool :drool
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Farrrrrrk! :drool :drool

:sex :eager :eager :D :D
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I don't normally do this, but just so you know what I have in mind for what James' secret townhouse looks like. I'm imagining it looks like Kirk's neighbour's house (Kirk's old Divisadero st house) at the top of Pacific Heights on the hill overlooking the entire Bay Area. (The white house on the right.)

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And this is James' current MANSION in Marin, which will feature in the story soon!

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I woke up cold at 7am the following morning. The summer sun was already shining through the curtains, but had not yet heated the day. It was strange to wake up alone after the past week of James’ company. I made for the bathroom mirror to check my eyes. They were always puffy in the morning. Thankfully I had escaped the jetlag of the day before. I returned to bed and thinking of James, I began to warm myself under the covers. My phone made a startling vibration on the bedside table, and I jumped to answer it. It was a text from Ray.

‘James will come by at 9:15am.’

I smiled. I still had plenty of time to warm myself with the thought of him.

I dressed in a white singlet and black running shorts. It was a beautiful crisp morning, and I wanted to ask him to take me to the Golden Gate Park. When he arrived he was clean and fresh, his hair still a little wet from his morning shower. He was in a particularly good mood. He talked passionately about his children while we made breakfast.

‘I just took the kids to school’ he said proudly. ‘I really love doing that. I’ve missed them so much. Cali showed me her artwork for school last night. Wow! She’s so talented!’ He beamed with pride just speaking about them, and I was glad he was back home and able to see his family once more. The morning light filled the kitchen, and we stood around the breakfast bar sharing fruit toast and cereal. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he lifted a finger to my speaking lips as he answered. I was quiet as he listened. I heard Francesca’s voice down the line.

‘Castor has baseball practice this afternoon. Did you remember to pack his gear this morning?’ her voice was firm but kind.

‘Yes, he’s got it all with him’ James replied a little exasperated.

‘Are you coming to watch his team practice, then?’ she asked expectantly.

‘Sure, of course!’ he returned.

‘It’s at 4pm in San Rafael, don’t be late’ she replied, and she ended the call abruptly. I’d heard her terse words clearly down the line.

‘Shall we head out?’ he asked with a sigh, ignoring the conversation we’d both just heard. I nodded finishing my toast.

‘I’ll just get my trainers’ I pointed upstairs.

‘Your what?!’ he grinned perplexed. ‘My running shoes!’ I laughed.

‘Oh we’re going running are we?’ he called after me sarcastically.

‘Yep!’ I shouted down the stairs. I returned with my gear and he smiled, looking me up and down.

‘Can you take me to the Golden Gate Park?’ I asked him. ‘I want to see the Bay’.

‘Sure, of course. I was going to take you for a drive around town’ he smiled, ‘Since you’re my very beautiful guest’. He leant in to kiss me, and I accepted his warm mouth.

‘Ready?’ he patted my bottom and I grinned.

‘Yeah!’ I whispered eagerly.

He led me by the hand to his black Land Rover and opened the passenger side door. He had such a fabulous way of making me feel special. His arm hooked behind my seat as we reversed from the driveway.

‘Well, this is Pacific Heights’ he began teasingly with the obvious. We turned up Divisadero st: ‘Kirk’s old house is just up here’, he pointed. We paused outside an enormous Georgian mansion: it’s facade seemed oddly bare. ‘The new owners have ripped the ivy off’ James pointed out. ‘That’s a shame, it’s a cool house’ he said sadly. We climbed further up the steep street. ‘This is pretty much the highest point’ James explained pulling over. It was a beautiful morning, and the bay sparkled a light blue as far as I could focus. I took a moment in silence to gaze west to the Golden Gate Bridge, and east to the city below.

‘Down here’ he pointed down the steep street, ‘is Presidio park’. He drove slowly down the street so I could take in the houses. We turned east onto the motorway. ‘I’ll take you across the Golden Gate, and we can go for a walk down by the water’ he offered. Driving across the bridge was breathtaking. The clouds were strung between the bars like the strings of a harp. In places, the water wasn’t even visible below. We made it across the bridge. It had been a bit like flying through the clouds.

‘I live over here’ James pointed right in front of us to the peninsular which jutted out north of the bridge. ‘Lars lives a little further north’ James explained.

We turned into a forest park and drove inland around the bay, parking at a sandy beach. It was secluded, and only one other car shared the parking lot. We sat taking in the view of the bay from the car for a few minutes, before we walked down the beach together. Even on a clear summer morning, the ocean wind was freezing cold. I shivered and he wrapped his arms around me. He really was so much taller than me, and I buried my face into his warm chest.

‘It is cold out here, sorry’ he rested his chin on my head, and wrapped his arms around me to cover me from the wind.

‘It’s alright’ I spoke into his chest. His body was warming me up fast.

His happy mouth moved to take mine, and we kissed softly for a minute: the ocean and the city drifting away in the distance. When we broke apart, he rubbed my back vigorously to keep me warm. We still had a little way to walk back to the car.

‘James, will you give me a piggy back?’ I asked, I thought it would be fun for him to carry me on his back.

‘A what?!’ he laughed loudly with a surprised expression on his face.

‘A piggy back!’ I said again. The cultural differences were beginning to show between us. ‘Yes!’ I laughed, ‘Where you carry me on your back...’ James’ face broadened in understanding. He laughed so hard, he held his side.

‘Ohh! You mean a horse back-ride? Of course.’ He crouched a little jokingly, and I linked my arms around his neck. He stood, lifting my legs under his arms. ‘My oldest daughter is nearly too big for this’ he said, ‘But you weigh nothing!’ He carried me easily up the beach and back to the car. I slid down his back as I dismounted. I was glad for the warmth of the car once more. We sat looking happily out to sea for a while more. His hand rubbed my thigh suggestively.

‘Do you want to see my place?’ he asked. ‘It’s just over the hill’. I had thought a tour of his house would be next on the agenda, but I was concerned about his wife.

‘But your wife’s home?’ I asked. He shook his head deviously, holding his iphone in his hand.

‘Ray says she left 10 minutes ago for town’ he confirmed. He started the car engine with a naughty grin on his face, leaning over for a short, knowing kiss.
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I really loved the last chapter...especially..

‘Are you okay, James?’ I smoothed his chest, and he nodded.
‘I can’t wait to show you my city’ he smiled warmly squeezing my hand"
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I also loved when James teached her some guitar playing....sweet ;)

And the way you described his townhouse was great :horns

Oh and for sure....
‘James! That’s so good! Harder!’ :drool
Uuhh the whole :sex ...so hot :biggrin


btw.... :woop great pictures ;)
It´s sometimes not bad to break with old habits :lol:

I :heart: this story :kickass
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:nutter Another update??
Wow...wait...wait.... I read it
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Yep! The tour of his house is coming very soon! :D
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