Friends With Way Too Many Benefits (17 page)

Back in Malibu, Natalie pulled up to the valet station of Moonshadows at 8:18 p.m. Climbing out of the car, she spotted Paul Ford waiting outside. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant bun accentuating her long neck and showing off a set of pearl earrings and a gorgeous pearl necklace. Dressed in a black skin tight mini dress she looked stunning. Wearing only that single item, if she were playing strip poker, she'd surely be the first out of the game. Upon getting a glimpse of her, Paul beamed and if he had any clue as to her lack of undergarments, he would have surely stained his shorts.

"You look incredible."

She smiled. "Sorry I'm late. Traffic was, you know."

He dismissed her concerns with a wave of his hand, opened the door and motioned for her to enter.

Dinner was fabulous. They discussed everything from Natalie's playboy spread, to her Playmate of the year selection to her living at the mansion and all of Paul's past projects. Of course, there was no mention of Jillian Grayson, Brian Nash or the trial and she didn't ask a single question about his upcoming project. Two hours later, she agreed to follow him back to his house for a drink.

Inside his living room, Paul entered carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses. After opening the bottle he poured them each a glass as they curled up on the sofa.

"Your house is beautiful." Natalie took a sip of her champagne.

"You're beautiful."

"I've always heard that you Hollywood players are real jerks, but you seem… you're different."

"I try to be." He smiled. "I can't believe I didn't recognize you, but now I can't wait to buy your issue."

"So you can see me naked?" She raised her eyebrows in mock offense.

"No, so I can read about your turn ons and turn offs. I want to make sure I don't do anything wrong. I won't even look at the pictures, I promise. I don’t want to spoil it."

"Spoil what?"

"Seeing you naked for the first time. I'm prepared to wait. Now, waiting might actually kill me, but I'm certainly willing to give it a try."

Placing her hand on his arm, she smiled. "Oh, Paul."

"I'm sure I can come back a few weekends here and there. Tell me you don't have a boyfriend." He gave her a hopeful, almost desperate look. "Tell me I can see you again."

"There's no boyfriend."

"Thank God. Natalie can I, uh…?"

"What?" Cocking her head, she waited with her eyes sparkling.

"I have to kiss you?"

"I've been waiting for you to."

After taking a deep breath, he leaned to her and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. His tongue carefully brushed against her mouth and she opened a bit to let him taste her. He pulled back from her and gazed deeply into her eyes. "More champagne?"

"Yes."

He refilled their glasses and they each took a sip. Pointing across the room, she said, "I wasn't snooping, but I noticed you had a room with a lot of movie posters."

"Yes, you want to see it?"

"I'd love to."

After each taking another sip of champagne, she followed him into the room, which featured a large desk, with a huge flat-screen computer monitor and keyboard. Built-in shelves lined one wall and on the other three hung professionally framed movie posters—
Boogie Nights
,
There Will Be
Blood, Shampoo, Coming Home, Being There
and a dozen others.

Walking around, she looked them over. Her eyes lit up. "
Boogie Nights
, oh, I love that movie."

"It's one of my favorites."

"Shampoo... I've never seen that one."

"These are all movies from my two favorite directors, Paul Thomas Anderson and Hal Ashby that I've been collecting for the last, oh, about seven years now."

"Hal Ashby?" She narrowed her eyes. "Isn’t he the guy who directed
Harold And Maude
?"

"That's him. That's the movie that inspired me to become a director."

Natalie scanned the remaining posters and shook her head. "Well, where is it?"

He scoffed. "It's a long story."

"What do you mean?"

"Twice now, I've found it and it was in perfect condition." He rolled his eyes in frustration. "...but both times the deals fell through. Once the guy decided not to sell it and another time some billionaire out bid me."

"That stinks."

"Yeah... someday, I'll find one." He sighed.

"The frames are beautiful and they all match." She ran her fingers over the custom framing. "I bought these two pictures a couple years apart and they were this weird size— like ten by twenty and I could never find a matching frame. You said you did this over seven years... how'd you do it?"

"My assistant, Bonnie, takes care of all that. She's amazing. I'm away a lot and she takes care of the house and makes sure the pool gets cleaned... everything."

"She doesn't
take care
of you as well, does she?" Natalie flashed him an evil smile.

"Oh, no, no, we're just. She's—"

"I'm kidding."

He laughed nervously, and she caught his gaze dipping down to her ass before returning to her face. She turned from him and held back a laugh. Moving to the poster on the wall closest to the door, she considered it for a moment. "This one is cool." Then she headed out of the room and turned right stopping in her tracks when something else caught her eye. "You have a home gym?"

"Yeah, but I don't use it much. I prefer to go to the gym. Seeing those other people actually working out tends to motivate me more."

"I know what you mean."

She walked into the room genuinely blown away. Floor to ceiling windows overlooked the brightly lit infinity lap pool outside. Inside the professionally decorated area was filled with expensive equipment. Two purple yoga mats accentuated a corner of the room.

"I like your little yoga studio. If I had this, I would definitely work out here."

"If I had you here, I would definitely work out here too." He held back a grin and she smiled at him, placing her hand on his arm for a moment. Then she walked to the window and looked out at the pool. When she returned her attention to him, she caught him gazing preoccupied at the mats. She said, "Paul?"

After waiting a moment with no reply, she stepped to him and touched his arm. "Paul, what are you thinking about?"

He shook his head and sighed "Oh, it's nothing. Sorry."

"No, what is it?"

"You really want to know?"

"I do."

He shrugged. "I can't get that image of you out of my mind." Narrowing his eyes, he shivered.

"What image?" She chuckled.

"You in that position and gracefully lifting your legs up. I mean, I just can't get it out of my head. I was blown away."

"You want to see it again?"

"Right… right now?"

"Sure. Do you?" She asked, bouncing on her heels.

"Uh-huh."

Before he got the word out, she sprang into action replicating the Upward Facing Two-Foot Staff pose she was in ten hours prior. Arching backward, her feet were planted flat on the mat as her body formed the shape of a top-heavy letter "C". With her elbows planted firmly on the floor and her head hanging just off the mat, she gazed up to him and smiled. "Now you."

"Now me what?" He smiled in surprise.

"Get into the position you were in."

"All right." Slipping down to the mat, he moved in close to her and rubbed his hands against his khaki pants. "Somehow, you look even better doing this in that dress."

"Thanks."

She lifted her legs slowly and pointed them directly at the ceiling as he watched in awe. Their bodies were once again only inches apart.

"Can I get you to do me two favors?"

"Sure."

"First, take it out."

"What?"

"You see I can do everything except take it out. My hands are sorta preoccupied here."

"Of course, but take what out?"

Licking her lips and gazing directly at the bulge in his pants, she whispered in a intensely sexy tone. "You know."

He swallowed hard. "Oh, I, um—"

"Hurry."

Reaching down quickly, he unzipped then fought to extract his swollen equipment. Once released, it stood at attention hovering a millimeter from Natalie's nose.

She breathed out on it. "Paul."

"Ohhhh." His eyes fluttered closed and his chin dropped to his chest.

Extending her tongue, she ran it all over his bulbous tip and his head flopped back like he'd been shot. He groaned. "Oh, fuck."

Adjusting her neck position she took more of him into her mouth, bathing him with her talented tongue.

She pulled back from him and said, "I asked for two things?"

"Yeah…" He finally remembered to take a breath. "What's the other?"

"Would you pull my dress down to my hips?"

"Uh-huh." He did as she asked, exposing her creamy thighs as her legs remained perfectly straight and joined together. He watched unblinkingly as she spread them apart exposing that she wasn't wearing any panties and that her adorable little pussy was completely shaved.

"Natalie, you are—"

She chose that moment to engulf him in her mouth. Gasping, he slid even closer to her placing his mouth fully on her swollen and dripping wet entrance as her legs remained parallel to the floor. The two of them kept at this super-advanced and redesigned, sixty-nine for only two minutes, before he climaxed. It was all just too much for him and who could blame him.

After carrying her up to his bedroom, he placed her down on his bed, crawled between her legs and returned the favor with twenty minutes or oral attention. After delivering a mind blowing orgasm, he slipped on a condom and they did it in the good old missionary style without any acrobatics whatsoever. Then after watching him tumble into an exhausted sleep, she smiled widely and stared up to the ceiling planning her next move.

The next morning, Natalie woke first, slipped quietly into the bathroom and took a shower. She returned to the bed wearing his robe and lay down next to him. He stirred, looking up at her and smiled. "Natalie."

"I hope you don't mind I took a shower."

"No, not at all."

"What time do you have to leave?"

"Not till this afternoon."

"I was wondering if you could, um…"

"What?"

"Lick me again. I've never had anyone lick me like that before."

"Really?"

"You have an amazing tongue."

Sliding up against the headboard, he smiled. "Um, okay."

"No, lay back down." She opened the robe and pushed it off her shoulders.

He drank in her body as he moved back down to lay flat on the mattress.

"Are you familiar with the Firefly Pose?"

"Yeah."

"Well, this is a slightly modified version of that." She flashed him a sexy smile before pulling the covers completely off of his naked body. Looking down to him, she gave him a serious look. "You'll tell me if I'm hurting you?"

"Uh-huh."

She sat down carefully on his stomach then scooted her bottom closer to his chest, spreading her legs wide on either side of him. After placing her hands behind her back, she locked her arms and placed her palms down directly on his chest. She got up on her tip toes and inched her way toward his waiting mouth.

Gazing up to her mesmerized, his eyes widened in anticipation. Once she moved over him, he extended his tongue into her juicy folds. She groaned loudly as he lapped at her sweetness. He moaned in delight as he placed his palms under her thighs and lifted her up a bit. Now fully supported by her hands and just a tiny bit of help from Paul, she hovered over his mouth as he effortlessly licked every inch of her for ten solid minutes. And honestly this was something she had always wanted to do and he was, in fact, talented with his tongue. He was attractive enough as well and she only felt slightly guilty putting in motion her master plan.

After pressing her loins down hard on him, he stuck his tongue deep inside her and she exploded with a huge rumbling orgasm which shook her to her core. She fell off to the side of him and recovered gazing at him as he basked in the glow of a job well done.

Rising from the bed, she motioned for him to follow her to the bathroom. Once inside, she slipped into his giant shower which seemed big enough for four. She turned on all the heads, washed him from head to toe. Tongued, licked and sucked him to two earth shattering orgasms the last one sending him slumped down and shivering on the tile floor.