A recent fantasy of mine begins fairly normally, with me attending the first night of a well hyped new movie. But afterwards, thanks to an unlikely chance meeting, I find myself walking and talking with one of the lovely young up and comers in show business, Natalie Portman.
We begin our conversation by trading critiques about the movie we’ve just seen, and then go on to speculations about the next Star Wars entry, and to things in general. I find myself venturing the opinion that if The Phantom Menace is anything to go by, she has shown enough potential to play in any sort of movie. I tell her that I admire the fact that, at the tender age of nineteen, she’s holding her own in the business with people much older, and has already made a bit of a name for herself.
Natalie seems pleasantly flattered. “Is that all you like, though only my work?” she asks with a grin. “Just out of idle curiosity.”
Before I can stop myself, I’m telling her that I’ve always had a thing for brown haired, brown eyed girls, and that with that wonderful smile of hers, she’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.
“That’s kind of sweet,” she says, giving me one of those very smiles. “And is there . . . um . . . anything else?”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Well,” she says mischievously, “I thought you might be thinking about some pictures of me you might have seen in a magazine.”
Well, the truth is that I do have some rather vivid memories of a very revealing magazine spread showing her topless at some beach or other. Though I try to keep cool, my discomfort must show in my body language or something.
“Are you okay?” she wonders. “You look all hot and bothered all of a sudden.”
“No, I’m all right,” I say. “It’s nothing, really.”
“Whoa, your hormones must be going haywire,” she says. “Those pictures must have put some pretty wild ideas in your head, huh?”
I try to say something, but nothing comes out.
“Well, maybe we’d better just go and do something about that,” she says. “I don’t want to end up like my character in Where the Heart Is though, so I’m going to have to insist you use a rubber.”
Okay, I know I must be in a dream now. But one thing leads to another, and before long we’re in a small out of the way motel room, getting down to business.
We sink down onto the bed in each other’s arms, our lips meshing slowly. Working her way on top of me, she slips her tongue into my mouth and slowly swirls it around. Breaking the kiss after a bit, she sits up and unbuttons her shirt, then spreads it open. “Look familiar?” she jokes as her breasts come into view, unobstructed by a bra and as perfect as I remember them.
She leans forward and kisses me again, and I tentatively slip a hand beneath her open shirt, softly touching one breast, then cupping it more firmly. A muffled chuckle escapes her, and I feel her hands sliding under my T shirt and slowly moving over the front of my body, their soft touch really starting to make me hard. She lowers a hand and touches my cock through my pants, and then unzips my fly to take it out.
I’ve been told by many a girl that I’m quite well endowed, and judging by the appreciative once over Natalie is giving my hard on, she is of the same opinion. “Hmm . . . nice and big,” she murmurs. “I can see I’m going to like this.” Stroking my throbbing rod with one hand and playing with my balls with the other, she swiftly works me up to full rock hard erection.
“Want to have some fun, guy?” she says in a near whisper. “Come on. Let’s have some fun.”
If I have had any reservations at all about this which I haven’t the feeling of Natalie stroking my steel stiff member has destroyed them completely. What I do have is an overwhelming desire to conduct a thorough exploration of her quite incredible body. She backs off slightly, opening her jeans and taking them off, while giving me a torrid look that plainly says, “Take me, I’m yours.” And she’s not wearing any panties.
A minute later I am as naked as she is nakeder, since she still hasn’t doffed her wide open shirt. I reach for her eagerly and start to play with her breasts, kneading and cupping them, my fingers stroking and tweaking the nipples. Moving downward, I tease one with my tongue tip, taking it into my mouth and softly sucking on it. As my lips and tongue bring her nipples up to full stiffness I slip a hand up between her legs and start a little finger action, softly stroking her moist pussy, then finding her tight opening and starting a slow in and out thrusting.
After a few moments I begin kissing my way down Natalie’s nice flat belly after all, my exploration wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t lick her out a little bit. Kissing the inside of a thigh, I move up to her crotch and replace the finger fucking with some tongue action. I set to work on her sweet tasting sex with all the skill at my command, alternating slow motions of my tongue with quicker ones.
It’s not really my intention to get her off like this, so it’s with a sense of pleasant surprise that, after a minute or two of using my tongue in her juicy snatch, I feel her clutch at my head and press herself to my face, trembling against me, groaning with pleasure as my oral attentions bring her to a shuddering climax.
“Well, that was a bit of a surprise,” I remark as I move up again, licking her stiff hard nipples on the way.
“For me too,” she says, with a satisfied grin.
“So has that made you want to return the favor for a little bit?” I tentatively enquire.
“Oh, you’re naughty,” she says teasingly. “But, okay I suppose that would be fair.”
A thrilling sensation runs up my spine as Natalie moves down and takes me into her mouth, then sets to work with a slow, steady motion. Her lips tighten and loosen rhythmically around my dick, her tongue teasing the head, then swirling around it. She releases me long enough to lick my balls and roll them around in her mouth a little, then takes me in again. I let myself go with it, shutting out everything but the feeling of her mouth and the sensations it’s giving me. Natalie gives me head until I’m a step and a half away from the point of no return, then slows and stops.
“I want it inside me now,” she says, taking a rubber out of her shirt pocket and putting it on me. “Then afterwards, if you’re good and hold it in till I’m done, I’ll give you some more of this. I’d like to have you shoot it into my mouth, and also over my breasts. How does that sound?”
“Perfectly okay with me,” I say as I gently roll on top of her. She’s pretty wet with her own juices and my saliva, so I enter her with relative ease, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her lips.
I fuck her slowly at first, then gradually faster. By the expressions of arousal flickering across her beautiful face, and the soft little sighs and moans she’s letting out, I can tell that she’s very much enjoying our little encounter. We roll around together, taking turns being on top, and also do a little doggie style for variety. After taking it from behind for a few minutes she pulls me down and plants herself on top of me, straddling my hips and riding my dick quicker and harder than before. I feel the tension building in her body as my hands move all over her, kneading and rubbing.
Natalie’s up and down grinding continues, until she stiffens and arches herself backwards, trembling all over as her orgasm washes through her. I listen to her cries of release with a certain satisfaction, knowing that in no way can she be faking this.
After recovering sufficiently Natalie takes the rubber off me, takes me into her mouth and gives it to me quick and hard, sucking me hungrily, almost fiercely, showing no sign of letting up until at last I gasp out that I’m going to come. “Yeah, give it to me,” she whispers, holding her breasts together and opening her mouth in preparation for it.
“Oh, Natalie!” I blurt out as one hell of a climax hits me. I arch back, shaking and moaning as it ripples through me. Two warm gobby spurts of come shoot into her open mouth, and then I pull back and aim the rest at her waiting tits. When I’m empty, Natalie massages my come into her breasts like lotion, swallowing the last of the jism in her mouth before smiling happily up at me.
I love imagination. In its realm, anything can happen at any time even things that would never actually happen in a million years, like having Natalie Portman smiling up at me with my come all over her tits. But there’s nothing wrong with dreaming. L.G., Topeka, Kansas