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Authors name: Stardriver (star_driver@hotmail.com)
Story title : Courting Brooke Shields
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Courting Brooke Shields (MF, affair, celeb)
by Stardriver (star_driver@hotmail.com)
***
I work in Los Angeles for a livery company. Due to a
well-deserved reputation for competence and discretion,
our services are often utilized by many of the celebrity
personalities living and working in the Los Angeles area.
In my case, it also led to some amazing sexual
encounters.
Now, I don't pretend to claim that every beautiful woman
that ever rode in my limousine tore off both our clothes,
but in this forum there isn't much sense in writing about
the ones "who got away". I'd rather make known the tales
about the tails I've known.
Once such encounter took place when I was contracted to
drive Brooke Shields for the evening. It was shortly
after her split from Andre Agassi. I had been assigned to
pick her up after her daily shoot for her TV series
"Suddenly Susan".
As requested, I was at the studio at the end of the days
filming. It was early on a Friday evening and Miss
Shields requested to be driven to a Santa Monica
restaurant popular with many of the upscale personalities
in Southern California. We reached the restaurant about
5:30 and I was told to be back at the door at 7:30.
I took advantage of the time to have my own dinner before
returning to perform my chauffeuring duties. When I
returned at the appointed time, Miss Shields was nowhere
to be seen. Assuming that her dinner engagement had run
late, I parked nearby and relaxed in the limousine.
After a half hour, I received a call from our dispatcher,
ordering me to pickup my passenger at the rear entrance
of the eatery. This was not an uncommon request as all
too often the paparazzi will be tipped to the presence of
a celebrity. In many of those cases, the celebrity's
desire for privacy will prompt a change in plans.
I started the auto and drove around the corner and up a
back alley until I was behind the establishment. Almost
immediately, the maitre d' escorted Miss Shields out to
the car. I was already holding the door open and he
quickly assisted her into the car. The whole thing took
less than a minute, but I had time to see that my
passengers face was red and it appeared she had been
crying.
The maitre d' made a furtive motion that was obviously
meant to convey that I should stay silent, which
indicated to me that she was definitely trying to avoid
media attention. The maitre d' then quickly whispered
that her dinner companion had not shown up and she
suddenly burst into tears at her table. Luckily she had
been in a private alcove and at her request he had helped
her leave the restaurant without anyone else seeing her.
This was far from the first time I had been entrusted
with keeping such an occurrence quiet and it seemed like
just another evening so far. Things, however, were to end
under far from normal circumstances.
I returned to my position in front of the car and pulled
away from the alley. Switching on the intercom, I
inquired as to our next destination. She choked back a
sob and asked me to just drive north on the Coast highway
for a little while. I cruised along the road for about 20
minutes, enjoying the sunset and making good time on the
road.
It was about then that her voice came over the intercom
and she haltingly asked me to pull into one of the scenic
overlooks that allows a rather spectacular view of the
Pacific Ocean. It was almost dark by now and I assumed
she wanted to get some fresh air and felt that she was in
much less danger of being recognized. I wheeled into the
next stop and parked the car.
I stepped to the door and held it open as she exited. She
seemed in control of herself but of course I knew that
could be an act. As this particular overlook was just
above a steep drop, I followed a few steps behind as she
slowly walked over to the rail.
In the rapidly dwindling twilight, it was difficult to
read her expression when she turned and asked me my name.
I introduced myself and she sniffled and said, "Well, it
looks like it's just you and me tonight, Henry. First I
got dumped by my husband and now I get stood up by my
date."
She sounded rather pitiful and I found myself feeling
sorry for her. I am one of those people who never know
what to say and as I racked my brain for an appropriate
expression of sympathy, she interrupted my thoughts with
a request for a cigarette.
I don't smoke myself but part of providing excellent
service is being prepared for such requests, so it was
easy enough to fetch a smoke and a light from the car. We
stood there in silence while she finished about half the
butt. She was obviously not a regular smoker as she
coughed several times. It was a pretty sad sight and if
she hadn't been so visibly depressed, I might have
started laughing. As it was, I simply maintained my
silence.
Suddenly she seemed to perk up a bit. She headed back to
the car and told me she was ready to leave. I slid behind
the wheel and got the car in motion. Unlike before, she
asked me to lower the tinted glass divider between me and
the passenger compartment "so we can talk."
This was far from a typical situation as most (but not
all) of the celebrities I had chauffeured in the past had
seen me more as a part of the car than as a person. It
was a nice change to be treated like this and I said so,
hoping it wouldn't make her change her mind.
To my relief, she laughed and asked me how I had come to
be a limousine driver. I gave her the two-minute version,
thinking she had asked only to be polite. To my surprise
however, she prompted me for more information, asking
about the small town in which I grew up. She truly seemed
interested in my response and I felt more and more as if
I was on a first date, with the odd twist of my partner
riding in the backseat instead of along side me.
In return for my story, Brooke (as she had told me to
call her) shared a few tales of behind the scenes events,
all of which where humorous, often with her as the one
looking silly. I was impressed with her ability to laugh
at herself and found myself becoming enchanted with her
to a degree beyond her physical attractiveness. I
actually began to forget that she was relatively famous
and started to think more of her as a friend.
We began trading stories, with me relating some of the
funnier episodes I had witnessed, such as the couple that
had sex in the car without realizing the intercom switch
was on or the star couple who got so drunk I had to pull
over so they could toss their cookies by the side of the
road. I was careful not to mention any names but she
enjoyed them anyway.
About forty-five minutes later, she suddenly said she was
hungry and asked me to pull into the parking lot of a
pizza parlor we were passing. At her request, I went in
and ordered a pizza and waited twenty minutes or so until
it was ready. She apologized for not getting out and I
assured her I understood her desire for anonymity.
Soon enough we were back on the road and she directed me
to a nearby park. Once the car was parked, she stepped
out and I carried the pizza to a picnic table. Still in
the mind frame of employee, I hung back until she
insisted I sit down and eat with her. I wasn't really
hungry but to be polite (and allow myself to further
enjoy her company), I sat down and nibbled on a slice
while she dug in. We continued to chat about Los Angeles
and the people we had encountered.
By the time she was finished eating, it was almost ten
o'clock and she directed me to her Bel-Air mansion. I
pulled into the driveway and helped her from the car. As
I escorted her to the door, she slipped her arm into mine
and leaned her head against my shoulder. She fumbled in
her purse for the keys and trying to be gallant, I took
them from her and opened the door.
I expected at this point to be thanked and sent on my way
but Brooke pulled me towards her then leaned in close and
kissed me. I was somewhat surprised but figured she felt
much as I did, namely that we had passed a friendly
evening together. Her next words shocked me.
"Henry, you have had contact with a lot of famous women.
Tell me, have you ever fucked any of them?"
To this point I had only had one such encounter (with
actress/model Elizabeth Hurley) and I wondered how to
answer. However, before I could say anything, she spoke
again.
"Never mind. You are a gentleman and a gentleman wouldn't
say anything anyway. It doesn't really matter if you have
or haven't, but I'm hoping you'll fuck me tonight."
I was stunned that she would be so blunt but definitely
willing to fulfill her wish. She could tell I was
obviously unsure what to do and so she took the
initiative. She leaned in close to me and pressed her
lips against mine. I confess I was a bit tense but
quickly began to relax. Brooke pushed things forward by
sliding her tongue between my lips and we held each other
tightly as we shared a long French kiss.
As the kiss ended, she pulled me into the house and the
door swung closed behind us. We kissed again before she
moved her lips along my neck towards my shirt collar. I
held her ass in my hands and pulled her crotch against
mine. By now I was erect and she could obviously feel my
hard-on pressing against her.
In spite of my excitement, I found myself wondering why
she was doing this. I mean, she was a well-known
entertainer and I was simply a chauffeur. I pulled away
just a bit and she looked up at me, an expression of
curiosity in her eyes. While I searched for a way to
state my concerns without spoiling the mood, she solved
my dilemma for me.
"Henry, we are both adults. No, this isn't a standard
procedure for me. Yes, I am lonely and a little
depressed. But I'm not doing something I wouldn't do had
we met under different circumstances. We aren't likely to
find ourselves together again so lets just share the time
we have together."
Well, those words were just what I needed to hear. During
her little speech, Brooke had pulled my shirt from my
trousers and undone the buttons to my waist. Leaning back
in, she began kissing my chest while her hands fumbled at
my belt. Sure now that I wanted to continue, I pushed her
hands away and opened my belt and unsnapped my pants.
Her hands now found my hard-on and she gave it a firm
squeeze. My cock leaped in her hand as if it had a mind
of its own and she giggled delightedly. I kicked my shoes
off and slipped my shirt from my shoulders as she worked
my pants down to my ankles, kneeling so she could pull
them off. In just a few seconds, I was standing naked
before her. Her eyes roamed up and down my body and she
nodded approvingly.
I reached for her but she stepped away from me. She
unbuttoned her own blouse and pulled it off. Then she
unzipped her skirt and let it fall to join her blouse in
a pile on the floor. Standing before me in a strapless
bra and cotton panties, she looked good enough to eat. I
vowed to myself that I would do just that as soon as the
opportunity arose.
She reached behind herself to unsnap her bra and allowed
her tits to spill free. They were well formed and stood
proudly on her chest. The nipples were dark brown and
fully erect. She noticed my gaze and told me she enjoyed
having a lover suck and nibble on them.
Her frank talk and physical beauty were rapidly
increasing my excitement and I moved forward to hug her
against me. We began kissing frantically, our hands
roaming over each other's bodies. I could feel my cock
working its way between her legs and she opened them
slightly to squeeze my dick between her thighs. As we
were of near equal height, this put her pussy directly
atop my erection, with only the thin fabric of her
panties between us.
We continued to make out standing there in her front
hallway. Her cunt was rubbing against the top of my prick
and we both began breathing harder. Her hands slid down
to hold the cheeks of my ass and she used the pressure to
pull us even more closely together.
I moved my lips from her mouth to her neck, kissing my
way down to her bare shoulders. I licked and sucked the
skin there before continuing down her chest to her tits.
I licked around her left nipple, then sucked in into my
mouth. Brooke moaned deeply in response and gripped my
ass even tighter. I repeated the action on her right
nipple and she increased the motion of her pussy on my
cock.
The sensation of the cotton rubbing against my dick was
incredible. I began to worry that I would cum right
there, before we got past the foreplay. To avoid this, I
let my lips return to their exploration of her body. I
backed off slightly and kissed my way down her belly
until I reached the waistband of her panties. She was
standing with her legs slightly spread and her hands were
twisted into my hair.
My fingers slid up her thighs and into the front leg
holes of her underwear. I could feel the heat of her cunt
and when I let my hands slide between her thighs, I could
feel the moisture that had soaked the crotch of her
panties. I slowly began to slide them off her hips.
Her pussy juice had made them so sticky that they clung
to her cunt lips, and as they peeled away from her sex, I
could see the moisture begin to run down her leg. I slid
them down to her feet and tossed them aside after she
stepped free. I planted kisses along her upper thighs and
tried to work my tongue between her legs. As I did so,
she pulled at my hair as if to stop me. Confused, I
backed off so I could look up into her eyes.
"Not here," She explained with a smile. "Come with me."
I stood up and she took my cock in her hand, using it to
tug me along behind her. She wasn't trying to hurt me,
just lead me to whatever destination she had in mind. We
crossed through the back of her house and out the French
doors that led into the large backyard.
As she led me across the yard to the pool, she used her
thumb to rub the tip of my cock, spreading the pre-cum
around the head and causing even more moisture to gather
at the slit. She had me collect a cushion from one of the
lounge chairs and she took a towel from the cabana. Then
she led me to a large fenced area and paused in front of
a gate.
With a light kiss on my cheek, Brooke whispered that this
was the tennis court her tennis pro husband had built. It
had gone unused since he left and she had it in mind to
play a different type of game there.
We entered the court and she led the way to the exact
center of the area, where the net would have been if the
court were ready for it's traditional use. This was the
first time I had gotten a good look at her from behind.
Her hair was longish at the time, flowing down past her
shoulders to lay on her upper back. Her ass was firm and
round and her legs where muscular but not overly so. All
in all, she made a very sexy sight, sensuously walking
across the moonlit court.
She turned when she realized I wasn't following her.
Grinning seductively, she cupped her tits in her hands
and slid her tongue across her lips. Entranced, I moved
towards her, only to stumble forward and trip over the
cushion I was carrying. I didn't fall to the ground, but
in trying to keep my balance, I half ran, half fell to
the middle court area where she was standing. I didn't
slam into her, but neither did I approach her in any type
of control. I actually bumped up against her hard enough
to force her to take a single step back to maintain her
own footing.
I felt like an idiot in my embarrassment but Brooke
refused to let it spoil the mood. She laughed and pushed
me gently back towards the cushion I had dropped. In two
steps, I was straddling the cushion. She gracefully
dropped to her knees on the cushion and placed a kiss on
the tip of my cock.
She moved her hands to my hips to give herself some
balance and took the head in her mouth. My dick pulsed as
her tongue slid across the underside and I moaned with
pleasure at the sensation. She worked more of the length
into her mouth and slowly let it slide back out. She
continued to stimulate me this way for several minutes.
Then she began to move faster, taking me deeper each
time. The combination of her saliva and the pre-cum that
was now flowing steadily provided sufficient lubrication
that she was soon taking the entire length in her mouth,
her nose bumping gently into my pubic hair each time she
did so.
She stopped her sucking and began to use her tongue on
me. She would lick down the underside then back up again,
repeating the motion on the sides and top. Then she
swirled her tongue across the head and tickled the tiny
slit with the tip of her tongue. Then she took me back
into her mouth and swallowed the length once more.
She began sucking me with a steady rhythm now and I could
feel my balls tighten as my orgasm neared. I put my hands
on her head to help keep me from falling as my knees
weakened. She kept up her deep throat technique and my
cock began to pulse, sending spurt after spurt of cum
into her throat. She swallowed it all down without
hesitation and continued to suck even after my
ejaculation was complete. I finally had to push her away
from my crotch so I could sink to my knees.
Brooke pushed her tits forward so they were directly in
front of my mouth and I reflexively took a nipple into my
mouth. She curled her hands around my head and kept my
face pressed against her chest. I licked and sucked both
her nipples in turn, occasionally turning my attention to
her tits themselves. I kept at this for five or six
minutes, which allowed my legs some time to regain some
strength. By the time I was ready to do more than lap at
her tits, her entire chest was covered with my spit and
she was ready for more direct stimulation.
I gently guided her backwards until she was lying on her
back on the cushion. I straddled her with my body and we
kissed deeply, our tongues sliding in and out of each
other's mouth. Then I began to kiss my way down her body
until my head was positioned between her upper thighs and
her cunt lay dripping before me.
Her thighs were smeared slick and I lapped at the
sweetness that had collected there. Once I had licked her
thighs clean, I planted a kiss on her pussy and let my
tongue lick up the length of her slit. Her cunt lips
parted slightly and I ran my finger from the bottom of
her pussy to the top and back down again. Liquid began to
run from her once more and I eagerly began to eat her.
She moaned and thrashed on the cushion as I did so. Each
time my tongue grazed her clit, her hips bucked upwards.
She entwined her fingers in my hair and directed my head
so my mouth was center over the hardened nub. I sucked it
into my mouth and let my tongue dance back and forth over
her clit. She continued to moan and move about but her
firm grip kept my mouth glued to her. I sucked and licked
her continuously for about ten minutes, her movements and
gasps become more and more aggressive. Finally she began
to beg me to make her cum.
"Yes, that's it. Do it, do it. Make me cum for you. Suck
my pussy until I cum. Keep it up. Don't stop. Use that
tongue!"
I began to manipulate her clit faster and let my index
finger find the folds of her pussy. I slowly pumped my
finger in and out in rhythm with her humping and moaning.
At last she began to cum. Her moans turned to gasps and
groans and her crotch was actually lifting off the
cushion as her orgasm swept through her. I felt the
muscles of her cunt squeezing my finger and the juices
from her hole ran down my finger to coat my hand. She
gave a final moan that that rose into a half scream and
fell still.
I let my finger slide slowly from her and began to pull
away from her. She pulled forcefully on my hair and told
me to fuck her.
"Please, put your cock in me. Give me a ride. I need you
in my cunt, need it now. Fuck me hard."
I moved up so my dick was at the entrance to her pussy.
Brooke pulled her legs up towards her chest to allow me
full access. I rubbed my cockhead along her pussy and
then I entered her. She was extremely wet and my cock
penetrated her fully without any resistance.
I held it inside her for a moment, enjoying the
sensations as her fading orgasm caused her pussy muscles
to clench and unclench around my prick. Then I began to
pump into her in earnest. She let her legs fall forward
so they were over my shoulders. She began to thrust
upwards in time with my own motions and we moved together
in unison. With each stroke my cock came almost all the
way out and then slammed back into her, again and again.
We were both moaning and gasping, driven beyond words to
the level of pure hedonism.
My earlier orgasm had left me relaxed and I was able to
ride her for ten minutes without even worrying about
cumming. Then she pushed me away slightly so my cock fell
from her pussy. Without a word, she rolled over to face
away from me, her head and shoulders on the cushion and
her ass up in the air. In the light from the moon, I
could clearly see the moisture on the back of her thighs
and tight brown crinkle of her asshole. She pushed
herself back towards me and I entered her again. She
pushed herself up to the doggy position and began shoving
her hips back towards me.
From this position, I was able to reach around and find
her clit. I began to stroke it gently but she grabbed my
wrist and began to use my fingers to frig herself
furiously. She was really getting into it and I marveled
at her sexual desire.
Within another few minutes, I could feel myself
approaching another orgasm and her cunt began to tighten
around my cock. She dropped her hand from my wrist to
provide herself with more leverage. Now she was moving
back towards me with abandon. I continued to rub her clit
and she started to moan.
In seconds, she began to cum. This orgasm seemed much
more primal than her first. She was moaning, almost
chanting "I'm cumming, oh fuck, I'm cumming." over and
over. I felt my cock begin to throb and gush into her.
Her frantic thrusts continued to drive my cock into her
cunt and she moaned deeply one last time before letting
her movements slow down. I remained behind her with my
dick inside her, enjoying the after shocks of her orgasm.
Brooke grabbed the forgotten towel from the surface of
the tennis court and held it to her pussy. My cock was
beginning to shrink and a mixture of my cum and her
pussy's own drippings was leaking onto the towel. I
pulled all the way out and wipe myself with the end of
the towel. She squeezed the fabric between her thighs and
slumped down to the ground.
"Jesus, Henry, thank you. That was great. I haven't had a
good fuck in quite a while."
I didn't speak, just leaned down to kiss her. She
returned the kiss then pulled me down to lie on the
cushion facing her. She stroked the side of my face and
we took turns kissing each other, our hands stroking each
other's backs as we recovered.
About ten minutes later, she sat up and told me to come
with her. We left the tennis court and walked over to the
pool area. She led me to the outdoor shower and ran a
stream of warm water. We silently washed ourselves, each
content to enjoy the moment.
After a few minutes, she moved closer to me and began to
rub her body against me. I did the same to her and we
found ourselves with our arms around each other while our
mouths shared a deep French kiss. We held each other that
way for a few minutes before she broke away and dashed
towards the pool. She launched herself in a picture
perfect dive and broke the water with barely a splash.
I followed her into the water and we swan for while, our
exercise interrupted by quick grabs at each other and
kisses whenever possible. The pool itself had lights
inside and it was a real turn on to see her beautiful
figure glide through the water. I couldn't keep my eyes
off her and found myself with a rapidly swelling hard-on.
We found ourselves standing together at the shallower end
of the pool and as I held her close and kissed her, my
cock bumped her hip. Brooke reached down to squeeze it
and asked me if I was ready for some more fun. Wordlessly
I nodded my head and she moved to the stairs. Watching
her move up the stairs, the water sliding from her body
and her dark hair plastered to her upper back, I felt my
dick pulse again and hurried after her.
I caught up with her as she was laying down on one of the
large lounge chairs. She laid on her side and patted the
cushion beside her. I lay facing her and we kissed again.
Our hands gently explored each other bodies as we cuddled
for twenty minutes, letting the passion build slowly. I
spent some time sucking her nipples and she did the same
for me. I had never felt much arousal from this in the
past, but found I was enjoying it this time.
She used a single finger to stroke my cock and tickle my
balls and I in turn let my index finger find her clit. We
lightly played with each other until finally she moved on
top of me. She slowly sank down onto my erection and bent
to let her nipples brush my face. I let my lips and
tongue dance over them as she moved her hips to grind her
clit against the base of my cock. We let things build
slowly, enjoying every sensation as we both became more
and more excited.
I moved my hand down between her legs so her clit could
be stimulated as it rubbed against my thumb. I could feel
her pussy juice leaking out onto my balls and I sucked
her nipples harder. She moaned in answer moved a little
quicker. After a few minutes, she moved her mouth to mine
and we began to kiss each other intensely. We were both
getting very excited now and I began to move my thumb
against her clit, intent on bringing her off again.
Brooke began to use the muscles of her cunt as well as
the motion to tease and please my cock.
My thumb on her clit was paying off and we both began to
gasp and moan. We slowly came closer and closer to
cumming and suddenly we were both there. I felt my cock
spasm and throb as her pussy clenched my dick. We hung
together on a sexual cloud for several minutes before
things subsided. This was not like the rocking orgasms of
earlier but a more emotional connection, shared together
rather than using each other for our own pleasure.
At last she collapsed on my chest and I hugged her
tightly. She kissed and nibbled on my ear and I ran my
fingers along her spine. She ground herself gently
against me to savor the dwindling sensations and grinned
happily into my eyes.
We lay together on the lounger without moving for a while
before she slid off and into my arms as we lay facing
each other. We both fell asleep as we cuddled there and
the next time I came awake, the sky in the east was
glowing with faint rays of the rising sun. Not wanting to
wake her, I was careful as I moved away. I made my way
back to the house and dressed, tired but satisfied,
before driving myself home.
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