“Alright Justin, you’ve got, let me see…” Scooter glances down at the list of interviewers that he is holding. “Hello Magazine next. Looks like her name is Courtney.”
I nod and straighten my shirt, then adjust my bracelets and shift around in my chair.
“She’s your last for the day…” he runs on.
“Good.” I don’t offer anything further. I’m tired and I’m in a bad mood. It’s been interview after interview all damn day. I’ve answered the same exact questions about Under the Mistletoe a thousand times. I’m exhausted and I just want to get the hell out of here.
“Where is she?” I ask him with more than a little irritation.
“Not sure, she’ll be here though. Hello’s a reputable publication. Hey, mind if I skip out? You’ve got this right? I’ve got some calls to make back at the hotel.” He raises his eyebrows expectantly. I really don’t care, but I entertain the idea of telling him no just because if I’m stuck here, shouldn’t everyone else be miserable too?
In the end, I decide against being a dick. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’m good.”
He nods over to Kenny who is napping in the corner, “Kenny’s here so if you need anything…”
“If she doesn’t show soon though, I’m out.” I interrupt.
“Absolutely! Give her ten or so though alright?” He asks, walking out the door.
“Yep.”
I’ve been in London for 3 days…and I love it here, I really do. But this constant press is getting old. I need a little time off, even just a night. I haven’t been able to enjoy the city.
Nearly ten minutes later, as I’m just about to say forget the interview if she can’t be on time, the door flies open and a stunning brunette strides in. She looks rushed and apologetic. Not to mention out of breath, as though she had been running to make it here.
“I’m so sorry! I know how unprofessional this is…but look!” she waves a little pink slip of paper, “I was pulled over on the way here, and the policeman wouldn’t listen to reason.” Her accent is beautiful, she has pronounced “policeman” in that endearing way the British sometimes do, “pleece-man”
“A thousand apologies Justin,” she carries on, “I understand if you need to go, but if you could stay…” she flashes her ticket and a gorgeous smile, “you would really help pick my day up. It’s been the worst.” She smiles on and waits for my response.
I look her over. A charcoal grey pencil skirt grazes her legs, which are incased in sheer black stockings, just above her knees. A fitted matching blazer rests over a pale pink button up top. She has left the top two buttons open to reveal just a hint of her full breasts. A winking silver charm rests daintily in the soft cleft of her cleavage.
She moves closer to me, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor beneath her. I stand with a smile and speak for the first time, I realize, since she entered the room.
“Don’t worry! It was nice to have a few minutes of quiet, Courtney.”
She seems pleased that I know and have remembered her name and offers her hand. I am astounded by the softness of her skin when I take it. I imagine for a second longer than I should what it would be like to feel her creamy hand wrapped around my cock.
“You’re sweet.” She is relieved at my understanding. “Thank you.”
I watch her settle into the chair across from me in the most graceful, ladylike manner, and feel my cock slowly thickening as my eyes drink her in. Thank god for England…English women are so refined and reserved, so regal…such a challenge.
Her blush pink tongue slips across her full lips once before she dives into her interview, and I spend the rest of our time together watching her mouth, waiting for it to reappear.
When she is through she thanks me, and slips her hand into mine once again. The erection I had fought off earlier returns slightly with her touch.
I slide my eyes over to Kenny, knowing I will find him fast asleep still. And yes, there he is, propped against the wall completely oblivious.
“Tonight is my last night here in London…” I tell her.
She nods, “That’s a shame…I hope we treated you well during your time with us.” There it is again…so fucking proper and polite…sexy as hell.
“England always treats me well. I didn’t get to see much of the city this time around though. Which is too bad because London is one of my favorites.” I let a little sadness edge into my tone.
“Well, you’ve got tonight then! Go out and have a little fun…so much to do and see.” She pulls her hand gently from my own.
“Would you come with me Courtney? You could be my tour guide for the evening.” I don’t expect it, but she declines.
“No…I don’t think that would be…” she hesitates, looking for a way to get out of this, “I really couldn’t. Thank you for your offer, and thank you for your time Justin…I know I’ve taken up more than I should have.”
This rejection is almost unheard of and makes me want her even more. Now this has become a game…and I am determined to win.
She bends to gather her things and my eyes rest on the curve of her waist and the perfect rounded flare of her hips beneath her skirt. I watch her and imagine in great detail the moment when I slowly lift her skirt…a moment I am confident will come.
She turns to go, and I allow this for a second…I’d like to watch the gentle sway of her ass as she walks. But my gaze lands on her legs instead, and what I find causes my cock to jump and harden completely…her stockings are seamed down the back, the thin black line that is perfectly straight, leads from the back of her heels and disappears under the hem of her skirt. Jesus.
“Courtney…” I stand, and briefly thank god I am wearing a shirt long enough to cover my dick that is now viciously trying to free itself from my jeans. “You do realize what taking me up on my offer would mean for you, don’t you?”
She swivels around and looks at me questioningly.
I shrug my shoulders lightly and give her my best ‘look how adorable I am’ smile. “An exclusive.”
I see her eyes light up at the thought, and I know I have her.
I slide my eyes over to Kenny again, I’ll text him and let him know what’s going on, he’ll be pissed, but he’ll get over it.
“So where would you like to go Justin?” She stands before me, leaning against the doorframe. I take her bag from her and allow her to exit first.
“Wherever you want to take me.” She looks back at me, giving me a smile that says she knows what I’m doing, and that it won’t work.
I give her a look that tells her just how wrong she is.
“Well, most tour guides would take you to the West End or maybe even Westminster…but I expect you’ve seen all that, yes?” I could listen to her speak all night, the words roll off her tongue like velvet.
“Yes…I have. What did you have in mind?” I place my hand on the small of her back, I feel her tense slightly, but she doesn’t stop me.
“Thought we’d take the tube over to Hampstead Heath. Have you been?” She is now walking ahead of me, and I use it to my advantage to take in her exquisite frame. The things I have planned for this girl…
“I haven’t. But let’s take a bus. I love to ride in the upper deck, especially a night.” She nods her agreement as we step outside the building. It’s fairly late and my team has done a fantastic job of concealing my location for the day…so although there are Londoner’s milling about here and there, no one seems to notice me. I live for these moments.
We don’t have to wait long before an enormous shining red double decker arrives, I pay our fair, and as we climb the stairs I find that we are the only passengers aboard.
“So,” I begin as we sit, “What’s Hampstein Heath like?”
“Hampstead Heath,” she corrects kindly, “It’s actually very pretty…quite Victorian. It just on the outskirts of London but has managed to stay very slowed down. You’ll love it. I do.”
We ride through the streets in silence for a while. It rained earlier, leaving everything shining under the street lights. I move a little closer to her and softly brush the hair away from her neck. I dip my head down and breathe her in for a moment before sweeping my lips across her skin.
She pulls away quickly. “Justin!”
“Hmmm?” I murmur as I reach to pull her back in.
She holds firm and won’t allow me. I am used to taking and getting what I want, and this is very new…but I’m also having fun with it.
My eyes drop to her thighs, her skirt has ridden up a bit and I can see the lace at the top of her stockings peeking out. She is wearing thigh highs…women who wear thigh highs want to be fucked.
There is a slight chill in the air and her nipples have peaked nicely beneath her shirt, I long to bend and take one into my mouth…to suck it and feel it beneath my tongue.
My cock is throbbing painfully, demanding that I do something about this…and I am past the point of self control. I slide my hand up her thigh gently, and she immediately pressed her legs tightly together and starts to stand.
I fist my hand in her hair and hold her in place, then bring my lips to her ear and whisper, “This is happening Courtney…whether you want it to or not. But I know you want it to... don’t you?”
She shakes her head once. She is breathing rapidly, out of fear…and desire I suspect.
“Yes…I think you do. Now open your legs like a good girl for Justin. Come on…” I coax in a teasing whisper.
Her thighs slowly part, just as I knew they would…but I hold onto her still. I slip my hand up the silk of her stocking and snap the top gently before moving on. Her clit is swollen and hard against the lace of her panties, which are already dripping, leaving me to wonder how long she has wanted me.
I circle my fingertips against her slowly until she is moaning softly and riding my hand tentatively. “You do such a good job of acting prim…but we know better don’t we Courtney?”
A louder moan of pleasure slips past her lips as I move past the lace that covers her to ease my fingers inside of her. The moment they slip into her, she sighs my name and closes her eyes. I could let go of her now, but I’m quite enjoying this power over her.
She spreads her legs further apart and pushes down against my hand, fucking my fingers greedily now. All traces of the proper little thing she had been have vanished.
My thumb glides over her clit in quick circles as her pussy, which is gloriously tight, flows freely over my fingers.
She shuts her eyes tighter and bites down hard on her lip, clipped cries bursting from her, and I can’t take my eyes off of her. “That’s it Courtney…cum for me. Cum for Justin.”
I feel her tighten around my fingers like a silken vice, as she pours over my skin and calls my name with her unbelievably erotic accent.
She relaxes slowly and I let go of her at last, but only to pull her into my lap. I unbutton her shirt and pull her round heavy breasts free from the cups of her bra as she straddles me. I tug at my belt and rip open my jeans as I push her skirt up slowly…reveling in the pleasure of the moment I had imagined earlier.
She moans quietly and curls her tongue against my own as I ease my cock inside her. Her pussy is wrapped so tightly around me that I would swear she was a virgin if I didn’t know better.
I push into her deeply, sinking into her all the way to the base…and she takes it all happily and begins to bounce up and down delicately. Fucking me while I remain still in my seat. I lean in and draw her left nipple past my lips, swirling my tongue around it while pinching her right softly.
“Oh god Justin…” she pulls my mouth closer to her. “You feel so fucking good!” The surprise of hearing ‘fuck’ from her elegant mouth drives me to fuck her harder.
The tip of her tongue rests at the corner of her lips daintily, and I fight the urge to pull my cock from her to fuck her beautiful mouth.
She suddenly stretches her arms out to brace herself against the seat ahead of us and begins to slam down upon me faster as the words, “Fuck me Justin…” slip from her in soft rushes of breath over and over.
I stop moving and allow her to ride my cock as we glide through the streets in the crisp English night air. I watch her however, as though we are in an empty room…she is all there is, and I have never seen a girl so beautiful, or as goddamn sexy before in my life.
She suddenly screams out, and I feel her cunt tighten once again…she trembles and shakes inside and out as her orgasm rides through her. She looks my right in the eye and gives me as small, ecstasy laced smile as she fucks me harder and continues to cum.
“Keep going Courtney…come on…don’t stop.” I moan, my eyes locked on her own. She looks fucking incredible when she’s cumming I have found, and I haven’t seen enough.
I begin to move again…pounding into her with greater force as hot cum begins to creep closer to the head of my cock. I grab her by the hair again and pull her mouth to mine…dragging my tongue lightly against her lips, tasting her.
But surprisingly she pulls away and begs, “Cum in my mouth Justin...”
I push her off of me with a groan of lust and she goes to her knees before me. My hand finds its way around her throat and I hold her mouth just out of reach. She darts her tongue out and attempts to lap at my head, but I won’t allow it. My fist pumps quickly up and down the hard length of my cock as she waits with a look of great excitement.
The first spurt lands on her bottom lip and she hurries to lick it away before the next fall’s heavily on her outstretched tongue. I let go and fill her mouth completely, sending the rest rolling into her throat as I groan and curse through gritted teeth.
She slowly licks me clean and then rises to her feet and takes her seat next to me, smoothing her skirt, once again properly demure.