by Luke Young
“Uh-huh. Your birthday is so close…” She smiled brightly. “… and I don’t know, the image of my Brian just popped in my head.”
“Oh, that’s um… nice.”
“I’ve been up since five with the boys. They were wide awake this morning.” Placing her hand on his knee, she gave it a squeeze. “You know they’re down for a nap now.”
“Oh, they are?”
“That sounds like a good idea,” she said in a sexy voice.
“What does?” he asked hesitantly.
“A nap.” She ran her fingers seductively up his thigh but stopped short of his groin.
“Oh, okay. But you must be tired from—”
“I’m not tired.”
“I just figured since the boys were up early that, um—”
“Hungry?”
“Not hungry exactly. No, I’m feeling a little, you know…” Cupping the bulge in his shorts, she gave it a little pat. He flinched slightly then she pulled up from him and smiled. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head.
“It sounds like you don’t want to take a nap.” She frowned.
“What?”
“Don’t you?”
“No, I do.”
“Good.” Returning her head to his chest, she slipped her fingers into the leg hole of his shorts and ran a finger slowly over his skin. “Because I’ve been sorta wet all morning.”
He began with a slight edge to his voice, “Oh, you have…” Then he softened his tone. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”
“Good.” Nuzzling, closer to him, she shimmied her hips. “Yeah, we haven’t done it in a while so…”
“Has it really been a while… I don’t, um…”
Jillian’s attention went to the screen just as Little Vivi said, “Teensy Melissa Whitman: I declare you, Princess-Naked-As-A-Jaybird.” Her finger slipped inside his underwear and she playfully swiped across his balls. He gasped and his cock throbbed as it struggled to break free of his boxers.
She returned her attention to the screen and frowned. “What the hell are you watching?”
“I um, I—”
“It that the Ya-Ya Sisterhood?” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Yes, it is. I can’t believe you’re actually watching this.”
He stammered, “No, I’ve always been a big fan of, um, you know… the Ya-Yas”
“Okay…” She shrugged then she took gentle hold of his penis, pulling it through the leg hole of his shorts. “I think I know what you’re a bigger fan of.”
“Uh-huh.” He pressed his head back against the sofa and his jaw dropped open. “That feels… yeah.”
“Oh, you like that do you?” She smiled.
“Mm-Hmm.”
She stroked him up and down, swiping the drop of pre-cum that leaked from the tip all over the head. His hands wandered down the front of her shirt and he slipped his fingers into her bra. She moaned as he pinched her nipple playfully.
Taking hold of his shaft with her left hand, she slipped her right hand into his shorts and carefully cupped his balls. He groaned in delight. “Oh my… Jillian.”
He circled her nipple with his finger and it hardened with his touch. She closed her eyes and sighed. While stroking him slowly up and down now with one hand, she slid a finger between his balls and pressed gently. He slipped lower in the seat and she followed along with him adjusting her position. He glided his hand down her back to her ass, cupping her cheek.
“Brian,” she muttered breathlessly then her finger wandered further behind his balls.
His mouth dropped open and he pressed his eyelids together, taking a deep breath. He rubbed her ass cheek and her finger ventured further. Suddenly his eyes opened wide and he pressed his legs together pushing his hips back and escaping her touch.
“What’s wrong?” Pulling her hand away from him, she looked up to his face, concerned.
“Sorry, I’m just…”
“What?”
“I just don’t want to get the sofa dirty, you know.”
“Oh, okay.” She gave him a suggestive smile. “Maybe we should move this upstairs.”
“Good idea.”
Rising to her feet, she extended her hand to him. “Let’s hurry. We don’t know how long we have before the boys are up.”
He followed her up the stairs and once they were in the room they both stripped naked.
Standing on opposite sides of the bed she nibbled on her lower lip then said, “I feel like riding you.”
“You can.” He lay down on the mattress and she straddled his hips. Pressing her lips to his, she gyrated her wetness over his groin. They moaned almost in unison. She rocked her hips back and forth, sliding her wet, swollen lips along the top of his shaft as it lay flat along his stomach.
“That feels… good.” Lifting up from him, she closed her eyes with her jaw hanging open as his hands gently cupped her breasts. “I feel like riding you the other way.”
He nodded quickly. “Okay.”
After rocking faster and pressing down harder on him for another few seconds, she rose up and maneuvered around, straddling him facing the other way. He took hold of her hips as she held his erection by the root and slowly sunk down on it until she was seated fully on him. Her head slumped forward and she panted. “Ahhhh… Brian… That’s…”
He gazed dreamily at the glorious sight of her shapely rear end over him. His fingers wandered slowly over her skin as she lifted slightly up then back down. She circled her hips and gasped, rising higher then plunging down over him again. Up and down she worked her body over his as he directed her, holding her hips.
Leaning forward, she adjusted her position until her elbows rested on the mattress. She returned to rocking slowly over him then asked, “Is this okay for you?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not hurting you am I?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Good…” She breathed out deeply. “… because this feels amazing.”
He closed his eyes and sighed as she moved faster and faster. On one stroke she rose up a little too high and he nearly popped out of her. He cringed as his erection bent a bit before finding its home back inside of her wetness.
“Sorry,” she muttered as she pressed down fully on him, gyrating slightly then holding still for a moment before returning to her thrusting. Grasping the root of his erection, he held it steady as she got into a rhythm over him.
Mesmerized by the sight of her rear end, he shook his head as his eyes glazed over. He was close but wanted her to finish first. He extended a finger toward the front of her in search of her clit. On each downward stroke he would find it and she gasped louder and louder with each new plunge. She pressed down fully on him and his fingertip found her spot. She moaned loudly and gyrated her hips over him as he pressed harder and worked his finger faster over her clitoris. Her breathing became shallow and her moans louder and louder until suddenly she shuddered, her shoulders dropping to the mattress as her body convulsed over him.
“Oh, Brian…”
She lay on him, holding still for a moment with her hips trembling until she finally let out a long exhale and relaxed. Swallowing hard, she slowly rose up to her elbows, craning her neck back to look at him and said breathlessly, “That was great.”
“It was.”
“You didn’t shoot did you?” she asked.
“No.”
“I didn’t think so. Are you okay this way or do you want to—”
“I’m okay.”
“Just give me a second.” She returned to looking straight ahead and pressed her hips down into his and held perfectly still. After a few seconds she slowly began circling her hips over him. He groaned and pushed his head back into the pillow.
She extended a hand to his balls and pulled them gently as she rose up and down over him.
“Oh, yeah…” He exhaled.
She slipped a finger lower and he jerked up quickly and closed his legs. Narrowing her eyes, she held still over
him. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just, uh, really ticklish today.”
She frowned. “You usually love when—”
“I know. I know.” He shook his head. “Sorry, I… maybe we should change.”
“Oh, okay.” She gingerly lifted up then gazed at him with concern while kneeling on the mattress. “You want me on my back or…”
“Back’s good.”
She slipped down to the mattress and he moved into position over her. Her eyes slowly closed and she moaned the moment he slipped inside of her once again. She spread her legs wide and coaxed him on by stroking his hips with the gentle pressure of her fingertips. Rising up on his toes and pushed up on his extended arms, he got into a cadence over her. Ninety seconds later he tensed every muscle in his body then exploded. He collapsed down on her tired and spent.
17
After Kaylie finally went to bed at ten, Jim and Victoria retired to their room. Jim was finishing up his shower as Victoria relaxed in her oversized tub returning email on her phone.
He was toweling off when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen then to her husband. “That’s a California area code.”
Jim wrapped the towel around his waist.
“Hello.”
The male voice on the phone said, “Hey, I’m looking for Victoria Wilde.”
“This is she.”
“Victoria, this is Steve Brickmeyer. I heard you on the Stone show yesterday and you were just great.”
“Thank you. We had a lot of fun.”
“I’m not sure you know who I am, but I’m a producer. Some of the shows you may be familiar with are The Big House, Catching up with the Osbournes and The Box.”
“Sure. Yes. I never missed an Osbourne’s episode.”
Jim knelt down next to the tub and whispered, “Who is it?”
She covered the phone and beamed. “It’s a producer from Hollywood.”
“Why are they calling you?” Jim asked.
She shrugged and put the phone back to her ear. “I’m sorry, Steve. What’s that?”
“Did I catch you at a good time?”
“No, I mean, yes, this is fine.”
“Look, my production company is always searching for the next big reality series, and we’d love to discuss developing something around your practice and your life.”
“Really?” Victoria’s jaw dropped open as she made eye contact with Jim.
He returned a confused look, mouthing, ‘What?’
Frowning, she waved her hand at him then said into the phone, “Sorry, what were you saying?”
Steve continued, “Yes, we think it would make a compelling show.”
“That’s amazing.”
“If you’re interested, I’d love to fly out to meet with you. We’d like to jump on this soon. We’ve got another couple weeks with our current project but after that we’d love to discuss this.”
Victoria said, “I’m definitely interested.”
“Great, I’ll have my assistant reach out tomorrow and set up a day.”
“Fabulous.”
“Okay, well, it was great speaking with you and we’ll talk soon.”
“Thank you.” Victoria hung up the phone then placed it on the edge of the tub. She stared at it with her mouth hanging open.
Jim asked, “Who was that?”
She looked away preoccupied then a smile spread across her face. “What?”
“Who was that?”
Snapping back to reality, she looked to her husband. “Steve Brickmeyer, a producer of that Osbourne’s show we used to watch.”
“What did he want?”
Victoria knelt up in the tub and rubbed the soapy loofah over her skin. “He heard us on the radio and he wants to talk to me about doing a reality show.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Hey, did you get a chance yet to listen to the show?”
“No, I had a lesson. What the heck did you say?” He carried a towel over for her and stood next to the tub.
“I was just myself, you know, the normal stuff.”
“Well, you must have made an impression. That guy is a big deal. Doesn’t he produce that show that’s like the naked Survivor?”
“I think so.” She rose to her feet and dried herself with the towel. “Harold is so different than what he seems like on the radio.”
“He is?”
“Everyone thinks he’s this wild man, but he seems like a genuinely nice guy. I mean, he’s not without his quirks, but who doesn’t have those.”
“So what did you talk about on the show?” Jim added, hesitantly, “You didn’t talk about our sex life did you?”
“Not in specifics.” She stepped from the tub and dried her legs.
“What does that mean?”
She shrugged. “Sure the anal question came up, but I didn’t answer it.”
“Good.” He shook his head. “Please tell me he didn’t ask about my dick did he?”
“No, he stayed away from your dick.” She chuckled as she wrapped the towel around her back, securing it over her breasts.
Studying his body in the mirror, he grimaced and pinched an inch of belly fat on his stomach. “Well, that’s good.”
She grinned. “I don’t think I’ll be able to say the same for myself.”
“What?” He returned his attention to her with his eyes narrowed.
“It’s a joke.” She moved to the mirror, grabbed her toothbrush then pointed at his groin. “I won’t be able to stay away from your…”
“Oh, yeah. I hope not.” He chuckled then tilted his head as he poked his stomach with his finger. “Geez, I think I’ve gained a couple pounds.”
“I like you a little heavier.”
“I’ve been eating a lot and sitting on my ass too much down at the club. My number of clients has really dropped off.”
“I think you look sexy.”
“Well, I’m cutting out bread for a while and getting back in the gym.” After giving the slight bulge on his belly one last look of disgust, he turned to her, placed his hands on her neck and massaged her sensuously.
Her eyes dipped closed and she sighed. “Why don’t you get in bed? I’ll be right there.”
Two minutes later she slid her legs under the covers next to him and turned on her side to face him. Reaching out, she ran her hand over his chest down to his stomach and twirled her fingers through his love trail of hair around his belly button. “It feels so good to be back in my own bed.”
“I’m glad you’re home.”
“I love when we sleep naked.” She smiled.
“Me too.” He cupped her breast and kissed her on the lips.
She moaned and slid her hand to his rear end groping his cheek. Blood surged to his groin and his erection pressed into her thigh. She slid her hand over his hip and wrapped her fingers around it. His lips parted, he gasped and slipped his tongue into her mouth for a deep kiss.
She pulled back from him a bit and turned her attention to his erection. “I sort of wished he’d asked about him.”
“What? Why?”
“I love talking about you.”
He chuckled. “I don’t think people really want to hear about that sort of thing.”
“I think they do.”
“It comes off as bragging, I think.” He gently trailed his finger over her erect nipple.
“I love bragging about you.”
He slid down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Moaning, she laced her fingers through his hair and massaged his head. “You missed those didn’t you?”
Tilting his head to one side, he released her nipple and struggled to say, “I really did.”
“Harold likes them too.”
He circled her nipple with his tongue before gnawing on it playfully. She groaned and languidly stretched back to accentuate her swelling breasts.
He paused a moment and asked, “What was that?”
“Harold likes them too.” She closed her eyes and rubbed her h
ands over his shoulders.
He pulled up from her with concern. “What do you mean?”
“I showed him.”
“Showed him how?”
“I took my top off,” she announced proudly.
“Are you serious?” He sat up. “Why?”
“I don’t know.” She moved up against the headboard. “It just happened.”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe he’s still asking women to do that. I thought he’d grown out of that. I mean he’s like sixty.”
“He’s not dead.”
“I know, but—”
“He didn’t ask…” She shrugged apologetically. “… exactly.”
“What the hell does that mean?” His eyes bugged out of his head. “You offered!”
“Sort of,” she said, weakly.
“I want to know exactly what happened.”
She paused a moment, grimacing. “Well, they were talking about how many subscribers they had now and how Carolyn supposedly said years ago if they reached a certain number, she would take her top off.”
“Okay.” He motioned to her with a swirling finger to get on with the story.
She said, “Look, it’s always been a sort of fantasy of mine to meet him, be on the show and, you know, take my top off.”
“That’s your fantasy!” He looked at her like she was out of her mind.
“One of them… I mean, maybe not a fantasy, but like a… bucket list thing.”
“Let me get this straight, so you just said, ‘how about I take my top off and show you my tits?’”
“Well I was a little classier than that.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to offer to flash someone your breasts in a classy way.” He turned his back to her. “Yeah, I think class goes out the window when you’re doing that.”
“I think you’re overreacting.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, I do.” She sighed.
He turned back to her and raised his palms up. “There’s this new girl down at the club who I think is hot. Should I just go up to her and offer to show her my dick?”
“That’s completely different.”
“How’s that different?”
“Does she have a radio show?”
“Um, no.” He rolled his eyes.
“Plus no woman wants to see a dick. I mean, go up to some random woman on the street and ask if she’d like to see your dick and maybe one tenth of one percent would take you up on the offer. The rest would be calling the police. But ask any guy if he wants to see your breasts and like ninety-nine percent of them would say yes.”
