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(Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home.)
Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Kind of short since I don't know a lot about the woman but I saw the pics at Echso's site and just had to do this. Enjoy.
As a bellhop and waiter at a nice French resort, Jacques got to see many people in his time, especially tourists. Quite a few of them were famous, big names wanting to get away from it all and found the nice resort a great place to do it. And there were a few names that now and then Jacques just had to get to know better.
When Vanessa Paradis checked into the hotel, Jacques knew he had to meet her. The model, singer and actress was well known in Europe, her face on countless magazine covers as well as her hit albums. With her brown hair and amazing body, she attracted the attention of several male guests but only Jacques had an idea on just how to get closer to her than any of them could dream.
One thing that helped Jacques out was that he was such a common person, the kind few glanced at twice. Oh, he was good looking but not in an overt way, dark hair and a good build. He just blended in and the uniform of a bellhop helped so he wasn't really noticed. Which was usually a good thing.
It was easier to get to Vanessa than he had expected. She wasn't traveling with a huge entourage like so many celebrities did, just her alone in a nice suite. It didn't take long before Jacques' turn to deliver her a meal came up and he was soon wheeling a cart down the hallway to her door, knocking on it.
She opened it, smiling at him, wearing a very nice white dress that showed off her soft curves. "Come on in," she said, letting Jacques wheel in the cart. "Thanks for being so prompt."
"We live to serve," Jacques said, smiling at the irony of his words. He wheeled the cart over to a table and placed the tray onto it. "Are you finding everything all right, Miss. Paradis?"
"Yes, thank you," she smiled as she came over. She glanced out at the seaside visible through her window. "The view is magnificent."
Jacques decided to put his trusty crystal away and try a new tactic. "Yes, it is," he smiled. "I enjoy looking out at it often myself. It's so soothing in a way, wouldn't you agree?"
"Oh, yes," Vanessa said, looking out at the ocean. "I do like to see it."
"Yes, it's nice to watch the waves," Jacques intoned. "It's nice to watch the waves move back and forth down there, it's nice to watch the waves move back and forth, back and forth, it's nice to watch the waves wash back and forth on the short, Vanessa, it's nice to watch them wash back and forth, back and forth, it's nice to watch them wash back and forth, back and forth, Vanessa. Just watch the waves, Vanessa, watch them wash back and forth, back and forth, watch them wash back and forth, Vanessa, back and forth, back and forth."
Vanessa's eyes were fixed on the waves, her features becoming a little more relaxed as she watched them, just what Jacques was counting on. "Yes, just watch the waves, Vanessa. Watch them wash back and forth, back and forth. As they do, you can feel yourself becoming more relaxed, Vanessa, you can feel yourself relaxing more and more, Vanessa, relaxing more and more. With every wash of the waves, you feel your mind wash away, Vanessa, your mind washes away with every wash of the waves, Vanessa. More and more relaxed with every wash of the waves, Vanessa, more and more relaxed with every wash of the waves, more and more relaxed, Vanessa. You're so relaxed now, Vanessa, so relaxed, so very, very relaxed, Vanessa, so very, very relaxed. You should close your eyes, Vanessa. You should close your eyes and feel yourself become totally relaxed, Vanessa, you will be totally relaxed as you close your eyes, close your eyes, Vanessa, close your eyes and relax completely."
Vanessa sighed as her eyes fluttered shut, slumping slightly against the window. Jacques came up behind her, rubbing at her shoulders. "Listen to my voice, Vanessa," he said softly. "Listen very carefully to what I have to say......"
Vanessa blinked her eyes as she looked at Jacques. "I'm sorry, I must have zoned out for a minute," she said, looking at Jacques. "What were you saying?"
"I was wondering if you would like to have a picnic with me later this afternoon," Jacques said. "I know a wonderful place, remote, few visit it and you can reach it by bike."
Vanessa thought about it for a moment and nodded. "All right. I'll meet you there, say one?"
"Sure," Jacques said, telling her the spot. He watched her move to the table and wheeled the tray out. She didn't offer a tip but that was all right. He'd get it later.
It was a very nice day as Vanessa pedaled the rented bike down the small path. Jacques was right, this place was remote, a small green pasture on a cliff overlooking the seaside. She was glad the dress was short enough not to get caught up in the bike wheels as she rode to the spot Jacques had told her about. She saw him up ahead, dressed in loose shorts and a shirt, waving to her.
Vanessa stopped the bike, setting the stand up near the path so she could get off, smiling at Jacques as she walked forward. "Welcome to Paradise!" Jacques called out with a grin.
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Without pausing, Vanessa reached down and pulled her dress up and over her head. She was wearing only a pair of white bikini bottoms, her pert breasts open to the air, not losing a step as she walked over to Jacques, the post-hypnotic suggestion showing Jacques that it was all working perfectly. His smile grew as the topless Vanessa came forward before him and he got ready for a special treat. |
Lunch was an interesting experience. About midway through, Vanessa took off the rest of her clothing and spent the lunch eating and unaware she was completely in the nude. It was best that Jacques had already eaten since it would have been difficult to have a full meal with a naked woman making idle conversation right across from him and feeling it perfectly natural.
It was near the end that Jacques just couldn't handle it anymore. "Desert time, Vanessa," he intoned and watched her face go blank for a moment, her conversation cut short before taking on a sultry look.
"This was a wonderful lunch, Jacques," she said slyly. "I think you deserve a payment for my accepting."
"That was payment enough," Jacques said.
"Oh, I don't think so," Vanessa smiled as she moved onto him, her hands moving to his pants and sliding down the zipper. She smiled as she pulled out his cock and rubbed it between her fingers, feeling it harden in her hand. She moved down and put her lush lips around the cock, moving it up and down, tongue tickling his penis as she mouthed him. Jacques lay back, moaning as he felt Vanessa lick and suck at his cock, head bobbing up and down on his member.
Vanessa broke away with a sultry grin. "I need you in me," she whispered. "With a treat." Rummaging in the picnic basket Jacques had brought, she came across a small batch of whipped cream. She grinned as she pointed it at her chest, letting a tiny burst of cream out on each tight nipple. She lay back, spreading her legs in invitations.
Jacques accepted, moving onto Vanessa, his cock sliding into her tight pussy, beginning to pump in and out of her in strong motions, his face moving down onto Vanessa's chest, tongue reaching out to lick the cream covering one nipple. Vanessa moaned, her body moving up and down a bit on the ground as Jacques pumped away at her, tongue lapping away the soft cream on her gorgeous breasts.
Vanessa's groans grew as Jacques increased the strength and tempo of his thrusts into her, loving the gorgeous look on her face as she felt him go at her and kept it up, thrusting in and out with greater speed, tongue finished licking away the whipped cream on one breast and moved to the other, tongue tickling the nipple through the cream as he kept thrusting in and out of her. When he came, his cry was muffled by tit and cream, Vanessa's moans carrying over the cliff to the ocean below.
Jacques finished licking away all the cream and moved off Vanessa, smiling at the look of satisfaction on her face. "That was wonderful," she whispered.
"And not over yet," he intoned, turning her over. His hands cupped her lovely ass and felt her groan as he parted the cheeks. For Vanessa, this would be a one-time fling of her own decision and she would never talk about it to anyone. As he slid his rod into her, Jacques had only one thought: That this was truly paradise.
THE END
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