Making love to a celebrity [MF] (long)

As I look back on the truly wonderful people I’ve come to know in my life, one of the more memorable people was Colleen. For obvious reasons, I’ve changed her name, but I wanted to use a name that matched her fiery redhead Irish nature. She was exquisite – an actress, former supermodel and, it turned out, just a really nice person.

My company was launching a new line of products and we had worked with Colleen’s agent to use her as a celebrity endorser. I was the CEO and we had selected Colleen after working through our PR firm, her agent, working out the commitments, dollars and, of course, the contract.

A twelve city press tour was agreed as was one international trip to the UK and Ireland. Almost everything between Colleen and I occurred between our representatives just prior to the first junket. Unlike many celebrities whose contracts I’ve seen, Colleen did not come with a great list of demands. I admired her practical and pragmatic requests and, frankly, I’ve incorporated some of her great ideas myself. Before we headed off on the first stop, I thought it prudent that Colleen and I should meet, get to know each other, and I could acquaint her with our products, the message we wanted to deliver, etc. So we agreed to meet for dinner in LA. We met at BOA Steakhouse in West Hollywood, and had a lovely dinner. She was wearing a modest black dress that showed off her tall shapely figure. Our discussion was primarily business-like, but we laughed a lot and genuinely seemed to enjoy each other’s company. It was noted at some point during dinner that neither one of us was in a relationship, and I respected the fact that she had just come out of a very high profile breakup, which we did not discuss.

The one thing about BOA is that paparazzi always seems to sit outside the door, so when we went to leave, we said our goodbyes inside, had her car brought around and expressed our mutual excitement about meeting in New York again in a couple of weeks. She kissed my cheek, gave a light hug, gave me her beautiful smile and she was gone. I believed I completely hid the fact that my cock was rock hard under my suit, but more on that later. I rubbed a big load out when I got back to my hotel thinking about her.

I was very much looking forward to seeing her again. By the time New York rolled around, our product launch was going well, and we had arranged a statement and Q&A at Bloomingdales on 59th & 3rd. The first presser was great, Colleen’s message was clear, on point, enthusiastic and, wow, was I ever impressed with her preparation. I couldn’t have been happier. My company had set up our rooms at the Waldorf, an old staid hotel in midtown. If you’ve never walked into the Waldorf, you should (when it reopens after the condo conversion – which is a horrible thing). It’s got the best lobby – the Peacock Room restaurant, the bar, just everything. I was at the bar after dining with my team and in walks Colleen. She was wearing black slacks and a loose blousy top. We waved, smiled, and she said hello to, of all people, Wayne Newton, who was sitting in the corner (he looked terrible, but that’s not important here, FYI) and came over to sit with me. I complimented her on her performance today and how much I was impressed with her. She actually blushed, and was quite demure about accepting my effusive compliments. Our dinner in LA was quite fun, she admitted, and was looking forward to more dinners on the road with me.

Our conversation went to the history of the Waldorf, the secret subway entrance that FDR used and the various celebrities that not only stayed there, but also lived there for a time. People like Cole Porter, Madelaine Albright and Douglas McArthuer all called the Waldorf home at some point. Their rooms were in the Tower, a portion of the hotel that was more private and had a separate elevator bank. Those suites had all now been converted to hotel, but were still more private – with less rooms on each floor. I noted that, in fact, I was staying in the Cole Porter suite and his piano was still there. I’ve tinkered with the piano a bit, but I’m really not very good. Colleen doubted my modesty, but it was entirely true. She wanted to see his piano, so I invited her up.

The room really was incredible with the piano in the corner of the sitting room overlooking park avenue. I sat down and played a Bobby Goldsboro song (which was the only one I knew from memory), and Colleen sat down beside me. We laughed, tinkered with the piano and had another drink. I taught her how to play ‘Heart & Soul’, and we laughed some more. As we sat on the bench, my mind went to the feeling of our legs pressed together and how fun she was. At one point she leaned back to look out the window and her silky blouse gave away the fact that she was wearing no bra. Her hard, erect nipples pressed against the fabric. I was rock hard again, and I think she saw it.

After we finished our drinks I was going to walk her back to her room, so we walked to the door of my suite and hugged, this time a full-body hug that offered a bit more of the emotion we were both feeling. Her leg pressed up against my hard cock and she looked me in the eye. She said, “That’s twice I’ve turned you on, but you’ve done nothing about it. Why?” I stammered for an answer, as I tried to explain how alluring she was, how truly sexy, how this must happen all the time with her, that I didn’t think she would be interested in me, etc. I’m sure I made a fool of myself as I fell back on my horny schoolboy banter. Her answer? “Yes, it does happen, but it’s not them I want to fuck right now….”

We kissed deeply and passionately and started removing each other’s clothes. By the time we reached the king size bed, we both had our shoes and tops off and I was sucking on her large, eraser shaped nipples. I laid her back on the bed and pulled her slacks off her thin hips, dropped to my knees and started kissing her up from her ankles. When I reached her pussy, she was already sopping wet. Her pussy was smooth, tight and I coaxed her clit to come out as I sucked it. My fingers reached deep into her as I played in her silky walls. I’m not sure if she came, but she pulled my head in deeper as her breathing got more and more rapid. As I came up for air, she pulled me up, kissed and licked all her juices off my and lifted her hips to meet now raging cock. I fucked her right there standing on the side of the bed. Her long shapely legs wrapped completely around my back and pulled me in deeper with each thrust. I was in heaven as we enveloped each other. It was incredible and memorable.

Given how tall she is, I did not expect her pussy to be as tight as it was. I am about 8-1/2 inches long and very thick, so I did stretch her our pretty well. It was hard to fight the urge to cum, but when I did, I pulled out and deposited a big load on her stomach. She dipped her finger in and licked it seductively.

She went into the bathroom to clean up, saw the large clawfoot tub, and insisted on running a bath. I watched her long figure climb into the tub as I leaned against the door frame to watch her. She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Join me?” I dropped my towel, climbed in the other end of the rub, as our legs intertwined. We talked about some of our previous relationships and how it’s so hard for her to have any kind of a personal life. I was surprised when she admitted how hard it is for her as she often doesn’t get approached as people are convinced that she wouldn’t be interested before they give her a chance. I was touched she would be so transparent with me.

We playfully splashed at each other and she started massaging me with her beautifully manicured feet. Mr. Happy started to react and she softly stroking him with the soles of her feet. Likewise, I was massaging her clit with my big toe. I lifted her foot and started sucking on her toes. I’m still not sure where they came from…I had never done that before with anyone. Regardless, I’m glad I did, as she started panting, I sucked on her toes hard, pushed my toe into her clit and she said, “I’m gonna cum”. I held her shivering legs as her orgasm passed. I pushed myself over onto her and again kissed her deeply. I got out of the tub and gently raised her out. I didn’t let her touch the towel and I dried her off completely, kissing every newly dried inch of her.

I carried her to the bed and, this time, made mad passionate love to her. It was beautiful and emotional and we rolled around for two hours. I don’t even feel comfortable talking about it, as for those two hours, it was simply between us. When I think of her now, I remember that night.

We repeated that scene many more times in different cities. She eventually married one of her co-stars, and I was invited to the wedding. She now has two kids and deserves every happiness that comes her way, but I will forever remember those two weeks in May.

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