For women who aren't subs.. Julie fights back
Julie's Elightenment
Julie Davenport had been awake long before her alarm sounded at 6,30.
Thoughts were buzzing in her head like flies about a carcass - barely had one settled before another started.
Rarely had she felt less refreshed after a night's rest.
The reason for her anxiety was simple. She suspected her husband of five years, David
was being unfaithful. Today, she would probably find out if that was so.
It had come to her slowly but inexorably. The notion finally emerging out of a mist of confusion, like a ship emerging out of fog.
An affair suddenly made complete sense of all his erratic and unusual behaviour. Little things. Like his recent habit of applying his best aftershave
when going to work. Like phone calls to the office that were about "nothing much". Like a sudden increase in customer visits which required overnight stays.
She had at first put these down to his meteoric rise with his company. But not now. Like the appearance of a few long dark hairs on his jacket. More tellingly the marked lowering of his once rampant libido, which he put down to exhaustion from overwork. That was a real joke. It seemed to her that he had never been happier. He exuded energy.
Over the last few days Julie had pieced together the jigsaw. She even had a good idea of the identity of his woman. Julie had heard about a new PA called Suzy Tang, who was working closely with David on their most lucrative accounts. Julie visited the company website and found a profile , including photo, of Ms Tang. She was gifted, very bright and although disguised in rather academic spectacles, stunningly beautiful. Black hair so black it almost had a blue tint. Coffee coloured skin. Wide brown eyes. Big sexy mouth. Oh yes Ms Tang was a stunner alright, thought Julie who was new to the aching jealousy she now felt so deeply. In her life Julie had always been the one who invoked jealousy in others. The notion of being second-best was an alien sensation. Julie was 27, and kept herself in the best possible shape. However it had not escaped her that she had lost that first bloom of beauty she'd once so taken for granted. She had come to the awful realisation that perhaps she could not compete on the same playing field as the exotic Ms Tang. This was a pain new to her and was starting to build an inferno of indignance and resentment within her.
So today Julie would almost certainly know the truth. She had told David that in order to make a prelunch meeting with her publisher, she would be going to her gym much earlier today. In truth, she was going to drive to the private airfield where David was due to take the company plane for yet another three day trip to Oregon. She knew that he was to meet Ms Tang at the airfield so they could fly up together and finalise the plan whilst flying. What he didn't know was that Julie would be there too. Hidden from his view One hundred and fifty yards away, armed with the Sony camcorder he'd got her for Christmas. She'd been delighted with it too. Especially the 30X optical zoom it had, which would reduce the 150 yards to five.
She turned and saw David still sleeping peacefully. She got out of bed. Walked naked towards the shower saying "Darling - better wake up now - you're off to Oregan remember" He mumbled something in return but she was already feeling the warm hard jets of the shower. She let the water refresh and invigorate her. She finished washing, tied her hair back still wet and applied her only make up - moisterizer she had specially imported from Rome. She dried her hair. Put on her Topaz track suit and wandered into the kitchen. She couldn't eat, but she made David some meusli and fruit juice. Then coffee. She dutifully brought his breakfast on a tray to his bed, where David was already on the phone. "Suzy - for Christ's sake don't forget the figures for the July ratings. Good. OK See you at the plane at 0830. " He hung up. Hearing him talk to her like that, caused Julie to have doubts. But not enough to stop her from her lttle venture this morning. "OK honey here's your breakfast. I'm off to the gym, see you Monday - phone me OK?" "OK babe. Gonna miss you." They kissed.
Julie Davenport left the house and opened the garage . The electric door hummed open to reveal her latest toy . A 650 cc lightweight Kawasaki. She had the camcoder in a neat rucksack on her back. She put on her big dark glasses and her crash helmet. She mounted the bike and pressed the starter. As always the engine started with no fuss. She pulled away down the drive and onto the open road. The joy she took from her motorcycle relieved the turmoil she was undergoing. As the bike purred along
the coast road she thought about her life.
When she'd first met David she was intoxicated with his drive, enthusiasm and confidence, bordering on arrogance, about his prospects. As the saying goes "he swept her off her feet". She had always assumed she loved David, but was all the affluence and care free life style she enjoyed so much, more down to David's money or their love?
She really did not know.
She shed these thoughts as the airfield came into view. She rode the bike into a sideroad and behind some trees. She reckoned she'd be no more than 150 yards from
the meeting of her husband and the woman she'd convinced herself was his mistress.
She parked the bike and found a good position where she could comfortably aim the camera. Her heart was pounding. She felt guilty, uneasy about her actions. But she was going through with it.
Then a Mercedes arrived. A two seater coupe. It parked. The driver remained inside. Minutes went agonizingly by. Then David's Lexus swept in. He parked next to the Mercedes. They emerged from their cars simultaneously. Julie turned on the camcorder and viewed them through its powerful lens.
They appeared to be very businesslike as she handed over a folder and a package to him. Suzy Tang was undeniably beautiful. She studied them. Julie suddenly had huge doubts about the whole thing. These were business people going about their business afer all, A feeling of shame and, bizarrely, disappointment filled her. Then she saw David laugh, throw his arms around Ms Tang and they embrased and kissed passionately. Very passionately. After their kiss they beamed big smiles to each other. In an instant Julie realised that they weren't just having an affair, they were in love. She could see the wild joy they were sharing just in those few moments.
Julie recorded them until they boarded their aircraft. It was conclusive proof of their affair.
Julie stopped the camcorder as the plane taxied. She was numb. All her suspicions have been proven right. Thoughts exploded in her head at a rapid rate.
She mounted her motorcyle and set off for home.
The ride home helped to rationlise things. What really was killing her was that they were in love. That was obvious. A sexual infatuation she could live with. Maybe it was that too but it was the in love part she couldn't handle. She was living with a man she suddenly didn't know anymore and she felt alone.
Julie rode back along the coast road lettting the warm fresh air soothe her. She didn't go home. Instead she went to her local gym as she had told David earlier that morning. On arrival she was greeted by the staff and regulars there but she did not enter any conversations. Julie changed into a black leotard. She worked out with a vengance.
She spent 5 minutes on the punch bag and hit hell out of it. She vented her anger and amazed the others there with the ferocity she generated. After 45 minutes she was exhausted. She then showered and put on her track suit and ventured outside in the now very warm morning sunshine. She planned to relax by the pool
and perhaps work a little more on her book. She'd decided she wasn't going to have any knee-jerk reactions to her discovery about David. One thing was for sure, she
did not love David and perhaps never had. Sure she'd been in love for a while but now that intoxication had been well and truly blown away, she realised there was nothing left. She was starting to feel better,stronger and something else; a release; the beginnings of a new found freedom. She put on her crash helmet and shades and headed for home with a new sense of purpose.
In the bright modern kitchen of her home she put on her CD player. Mahler seemed to suit her mood. She made a snack of fruit and a few almonds with a cold glass of g****fruit juice and stepped out on to her terrace. In the shade of a big parasol and seated on a comfortable lounger she reread her incomplete novel while enjoying the Mahler and devoured her snack. She was not twenty minutes into reading and after reaching a rather racey chapter Julie realised that as so often after a brisk workout she wanted sex rather badly. She toyed with the idea of a session with her vibrator and one of her favourite DVDs. She decided in the end that a cool swim was the better option. A touch of indignation that she of all people should have to service herself played a large part in that decision. The pool was a little dirty from fallen leaves and twigs but she didn't care. She remove her tracksuit and plunged in naked with an elegant dive, scarcely making a splash. She swam the crawl for 15 lengths before pulling herself effortlessy . She returned to her lounger and felt very relaxed. It was so hot that drying herself was pointless. Suddenly and most uncharacteristically she drifted into sleep, in the heat of the day and the shade of the parasol. The emotional upheavals of the day having taken their toll.
When Julie came round she was immediately alert and aware of sound. She turned to see Ricky the pool maintenance man netting out the debris from the pool.
Julie was not shy when it came to nudity but she did feel somewhat vulnerable having been both naked and asleep. Grabbing a towel she said "Hi Ricky, how long have you been here?" Ricky, keeping his gaze averted, said "Oh hi Mrs Davenport, about 10 minutes I guess." "Well I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." responded Julie.
"Oh hell no, I didn't see you there." he lied. Julie felt touched at this attempt to save her own embarrassment and with the towel wrapped firm round her she ventured back into the kitchen. She made coffee. Then she turned and observed Ricky. He was 23 and an aspiring actor like 20,000 other young men in the city. Also like most he had to work in manual jobs to exist. In Ricky's case it was his own small pool maintenance company. He also worked contractually as a scaffolder. He was of mixed race with dark features and coffee coloured skin. He was bright , not classically handsome but women found him alluring. He possessed a lean and powerful body.
He once told her that he'd never stepped inside a gym since college - his body was what he was born with, honed by hard work. He was also, thought Julie, a really lovely guy. The stark contrast between Ricky's innocent honesty and her husband's deceipt brought the events of the morning back into clear focus. It also, she realised made Ricky strongly attractive to her.
Julie went to her room and put on a tiny lime green bikini. She put her long dark hair up and checked herself in the mirror. She knew she look good. She was a little over medium height 110 pounds, slim but shapely legs and breasts, a tad larger than she'd have liked but still pert and with high nipples, she was a wow on any topless beach. Suzy fucking Tang indeed.
She returned to the kitchen and took her mug of coffee out to her lounger. It was 2 O'clock and now very hot. She checked the thermometer on the wall - 94f. Ricky was still working on the pool, sliding the cleaning device up and down the pool's floor. "How's it going Ricky?" She asked. "Good Mrs Davenport. Be finished in 5 minutes."
"You're hot Ricky why don't you take a swim when you're through?" Ricky was indeed very hot. His teeshirt was wet with his sweat and he was parched.
"I can't Mrs Davenport - no swim shorts."
"Oh Ricky don't be such a wimp - You mean you've never skinny dipped? I promise not to look." She laughed. "And stop calling me Mrs Davenport. It's Julie."
"Well that'd be great thanks Mrs..Julie."
It occurred to Julie that she was actually feeling happy. She felt empowered. With her video evidence she had David caught well and truly by his balls in any divorce
settlement. She also felt unencumbered by the jealousy she had earlier felt. She was also convinced that the settlement when it came would mean it would be David who would leave the house and with it a goodly proportion of his consderable wealth. She could maintain her lifestyle and concentrate on her writing.
She put on her large RayBan sunglasses and picked up her book. Not that she was going to read it. Ricky was sitting with his back to her on a lounger at the far end of the pool removing his teeshirt. Julie's head was facing the book but her eyes behind the shades were fixed on Ricky. He'd had difficulty with the teeshirt, it being so wet and clingy. Now that was off he was removing his long shorts and then his boxers, which were also rather wet and clinging. Now naked he quicky turned toward the pool and Julie and dived in. In the second it took him, Julie saw him fully frontal. Such was nice innocent Ricky's endowment it actually shocked Julie. She felt her face flush. Was it really that huge? She thought. While Ricky was swimming languidly Julie pushed her coffee to one side and went back into the kitchen. Her heart was racing as she opened the fridge. She pulled out a bottle of Chablis. She never drank during the day but this was a special occassion. As she opened the wine she let out an involuntary giggle. Compared to Ricky, David looked like a young c***d. She giggled again enjoying David's unknown humiliation.
She took the wine and two glasses out to her lounger. Ricky was now out of the pool and wrapped in a large white towel.
"Ricky come and have a drink."
Ricky walked from the far end of the pool and sat on the lounger on the opposite side of the table to Julie.
"Oh Mrs Davenport I shouldn't have alcohol - I have two other pools to do. Can I have a soft drink?"
"Ricky" she said as she poured two glasses "you have to join me in a drink. I'm celebrating. And I told you to call me Julie"
Ricky assumed one glass wouldn't hurt. He'd got chilled water in his truck anyway.
"What are you celebrating?"
"My enlightenment. "
"I don't really understand that Julie but I'll drink to it anyway."
They drank the chilled Chablis which in the heat was both delicious and almost instantly intoxicating.
"I also want to help you Ricky if I can. My publisher has friends in the TV business. I know he'll put in a good word for you with some useful people.
You know what it's like Ricky it's not enough just to be a good actor. You have to be a good lucky actor as well. This might be your piece of luck."
"Well I need all the help I can get Julie. That's fantastic." Ricky beamed.
"And" Julie went on "I'm willing to sponsor you so you don't need to have two jobs to support yourself. You'll be able to attend more auditions. Maybe a drama course as well."
"You'd really do that Julie? that's wonderful, are you really serious?" He laughed.
She nodded and grinned. Julie removed her sunglasses and watched Ricky's undisguised joy.
"How on earth can I thank you enough?"
"Easy." She said. Julie walked around the table and stood before him.
"Stand up Ricky." She ordered.
He stood. Julie paced her arms round his neck and planted her lips on his. The headiness they both felt from the Chablis, the heat of the day and the excitement they both felt all helped make it an electrifying kiss. They pulled apart.
"Julie, what about your husband?" He whispered.
"Oh him. He is the cause of my enlightenment. Tell you about it one day." With that Julie pulled Ricky's towel away and wrapped her fingers around his rapidly hardening cock.
"Gosh it really was that big." She laughed, squeezed him and started to pull him towards the door.
"Come on. You're coming with me."
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Julie Davenport had been awake long before her alarm sounded at 6,30.
Thoughts were buzzing in her head like flies about a carcass - barely had one settled before another started.
Rarely had she felt less refreshed after a night's rest.
The reason for her anxiety was simple. She suspected her husband of five years, David
was being unfaithful. Today, she would probably find out if that was so.
It had come to her slowly but inexorably. The notion finally emerging out of a mist of confusion, like a ship emerging out of fog.
An affair suddenly made complete sense of all his erratic and unusual behaviour. Little things. Like his recent habit of applying his best aftershave
when going to work. Like phone calls to the office that were about "nothing much". Like a sudden increase in customer visits which required overnight stays.
She had at first put these down to his meteoric rise with his company. But not now. Like the appearance of a few long dark hairs on his jacket. More tellingly the marked lowering of his once rampant libido, which he put down to exhaustion from overwork. That was a real joke. It seemed to her that he had never been happier. He exuded energy.
Over the last few days Julie had pieced together the jigsaw. She even had a good idea of the identity of his woman. Julie had heard about a new PA called Suzy Tang, who was working closely with David on their most lucrative accounts. Julie visited the company website and found a profile , including photo, of Ms Tang. She was gifted, very bright and although disguised in rather academic spectacles, stunningly beautiful. Black hair so black it almost had a blue tint. Coffee coloured skin. Wide brown eyes. Big sexy mouth. Oh yes Ms Tang was a stunner alright, thought Julie who was new to the aching jealousy she now felt so deeply. In her life Julie had always been the one who invoked jealousy in others. The notion of being second-best was an alien sensation. Julie was 27, and kept herself in the best possible shape. However it had not escaped her that she had lost that first bloom of beauty she'd once so taken for granted. She had come to the awful realisation that perhaps she could not compete on the same playing field as the exotic Ms Tang. This was a pain new to her and was starting to build an inferno of indignance and resentment within her.
So today Julie would almost certainly know the truth. She had told David that in order to make a prelunch meeting with her publisher, she would be going to her gym much earlier today. In truth, she was going to drive to the private airfield where David was due to take the company plane for yet another three day trip to Oregon. She knew that he was to meet Ms Tang at the airfield so they could fly up together and finalise the plan whilst flying. What he didn't know was that Julie would be there too. Hidden from his view One hundred and fifty yards away, armed with the Sony camcorder he'd got her for Christmas. She'd been delighted with it too. Especially the 30X optical zoom it had, which would reduce the 150 yards to five.
She turned and saw David still sleeping peacefully. She got out of bed. Walked naked towards the shower saying "Darling - better wake up now - you're off to Oregan remember" He mumbled something in return but she was already feeling the warm hard jets of the shower. She let the water refresh and invigorate her. She finished washing, tied her hair back still wet and applied her only make up - moisterizer she had specially imported from Rome. She dried her hair. Put on her Topaz track suit and wandered into the kitchen. She couldn't eat, but she made David some meusli and fruit juice. Then coffee. She dutifully brought his breakfast on a tray to his bed, where David was already on the phone. "Suzy - for Christ's sake don't forget the figures for the July ratings. Good. OK See you at the plane at 0830. " He hung up. Hearing him talk to her like that, caused Julie to have doubts. But not enough to stop her from her lttle venture this morning. "OK honey here's your breakfast. I'm off to the gym, see you Monday - phone me OK?" "OK babe. Gonna miss you." They kissed.
Julie Davenport left the house and opened the garage . The electric door hummed open to reveal her latest toy . A 650 cc lightweight Kawasaki. She had the camcoder in a neat rucksack on her back. She put on her big dark glasses and her crash helmet. She mounted the bike and pressed the starter. As always the engine started with no fuss. She pulled away down the drive and onto the open road. The joy she took from her motorcycle relieved the turmoil she was undergoing. As the bike purred along
the coast road she thought about her life.
When she'd first met David she was intoxicated with his drive, enthusiasm and confidence, bordering on arrogance, about his prospects. As the saying goes "he swept her off her feet". She had always assumed she loved David, but was all the affluence and care free life style she enjoyed so much, more down to David's money or their love?
She really did not know.
She shed these thoughts as the airfield came into view. She rode the bike into a sideroad and behind some trees. She reckoned she'd be no more than 150 yards from
the meeting of her husband and the woman she'd convinced herself was his mistress.
She parked the bike and found a good position where she could comfortably aim the camera. Her heart was pounding. She felt guilty, uneasy about her actions. But she was going through with it.
Then a Mercedes arrived. A two seater coupe. It parked. The driver remained inside. Minutes went agonizingly by. Then David's Lexus swept in. He parked next to the Mercedes. They emerged from their cars simultaneously. Julie turned on the camcorder and viewed them through its powerful lens.
They appeared to be very businesslike as she handed over a folder and a package to him. Suzy Tang was undeniably beautiful. She studied them. Julie suddenly had huge doubts about the whole thing. These were business people going about their business afer all, A feeling of shame and, bizarrely, disappointment filled her. Then she saw David laugh, throw his arms around Ms Tang and they embrased and kissed passionately. Very passionately. After their kiss they beamed big smiles to each other. In an instant Julie realised that they weren't just having an affair, they were in love. She could see the wild joy they were sharing just in those few moments.
Julie recorded them until they boarded their aircraft. It was conclusive proof of their affair.
Julie stopped the camcorder as the plane taxied. She was numb. All her suspicions have been proven right. Thoughts exploded in her head at a rapid rate.
She mounted her motorcyle and set off for home.
The ride home helped to rationlise things. What really was killing her was that they were in love. That was obvious. A sexual infatuation she could live with. Maybe it was that too but it was the in love part she couldn't handle. She was living with a man she suddenly didn't know anymore and she felt alone.
Julie rode back along the coast road lettting the warm fresh air soothe her. She didn't go home. Instead she went to her local gym as she had told David earlier that morning. On arrival she was greeted by the staff and regulars there but she did not enter any conversations. Julie changed into a black leotard. She worked out with a vengance.
She spent 5 minutes on the punch bag and hit hell out of it. She vented her anger and amazed the others there with the ferocity she generated. After 45 minutes she was exhausted. She then showered and put on her track suit and ventured outside in the now very warm morning sunshine. She planned to relax by the pool
and perhaps work a little more on her book. She'd decided she wasn't going to have any knee-jerk reactions to her discovery about David. One thing was for sure, she
did not love David and perhaps never had. Sure she'd been in love for a while but now that intoxication had been well and truly blown away, she realised there was nothing left. She was starting to feel better,stronger and something else; a release; the beginnings of a new found freedom. She put on her crash helmet and shades and headed for home with a new sense of purpose.
In the bright modern kitchen of her home she put on her CD player. Mahler seemed to suit her mood. She made a snack of fruit and a few almonds with a cold glass of g****fruit juice and stepped out on to her terrace. In the shade of a big parasol and seated on a comfortable lounger she reread her incomplete novel while enjoying the Mahler and devoured her snack. She was not twenty minutes into reading and after reaching a rather racey chapter Julie realised that as so often after a brisk workout she wanted sex rather badly. She toyed with the idea of a session with her vibrator and one of her favourite DVDs. She decided in the end that a cool swim was the better option. A touch of indignation that she of all people should have to service herself played a large part in that decision. The pool was a little dirty from fallen leaves and twigs but she didn't care. She remove her tracksuit and plunged in naked with an elegant dive, scarcely making a splash. She swam the crawl for 15 lengths before pulling herself effortlessy . She returned to her lounger and felt very relaxed. It was so hot that drying herself was pointless. Suddenly and most uncharacteristically she drifted into sleep, in the heat of the day and the shade of the parasol. The emotional upheavals of the day having taken their toll.
When Julie came round she was immediately alert and aware of sound. She turned to see Ricky the pool maintenance man netting out the debris from the pool.
Julie was not shy when it came to nudity but she did feel somewhat vulnerable having been both naked and asleep. Grabbing a towel she said "Hi Ricky, how long have you been here?" Ricky, keeping his gaze averted, said "Oh hi Mrs Davenport, about 10 minutes I guess." "Well I'm sorry if I embarrassed you." responded Julie.
"Oh hell no, I didn't see you there." he lied. Julie felt touched at this attempt to save her own embarrassment and with the towel wrapped firm round her she ventured back into the kitchen. She made coffee. Then she turned and observed Ricky. He was 23 and an aspiring actor like 20,000 other young men in the city. Also like most he had to work in manual jobs to exist. In Ricky's case it was his own small pool maintenance company. He also worked contractually as a scaffolder. He was of mixed race with dark features and coffee coloured skin. He was bright , not classically handsome but women found him alluring. He possessed a lean and powerful body.
He once told her that he'd never stepped inside a gym since college - his body was what he was born with, honed by hard work. He was also, thought Julie, a really lovely guy. The stark contrast between Ricky's innocent honesty and her husband's deceipt brought the events of the morning back into clear focus. It also, she realised made Ricky strongly attractive to her.
Julie went to her room and put on a tiny lime green bikini. She put her long dark hair up and checked herself in the mirror. She knew she look good. She was a little over medium height 110 pounds, slim but shapely legs and breasts, a tad larger than she'd have liked but still pert and with high nipples, she was a wow on any topless beach. Suzy fucking Tang indeed.
She returned to the kitchen and took her mug of coffee out to her lounger. It was 2 O'clock and now very hot. She checked the thermometer on the wall - 94f. Ricky was still working on the pool, sliding the cleaning device up and down the pool's floor. "How's it going Ricky?" She asked. "Good Mrs Davenport. Be finished in 5 minutes."
"You're hot Ricky why don't you take a swim when you're through?" Ricky was indeed very hot. His teeshirt was wet with his sweat and he was parched.
"I can't Mrs Davenport - no swim shorts."
"Oh Ricky don't be such a wimp - You mean you've never skinny dipped? I promise not to look." She laughed. "And stop calling me Mrs Davenport. It's Julie."
"Well that'd be great thanks Mrs..Julie."
It occurred to Julie that she was actually feeling happy. She felt empowered. With her video evidence she had David caught well and truly by his balls in any divorce
settlement. She also felt unencumbered by the jealousy she had earlier felt. She was also convinced that the settlement when it came would mean it would be David who would leave the house and with it a goodly proportion of his consderable wealth. She could maintain her lifestyle and concentrate on her writing.
She put on her large RayBan sunglasses and picked up her book. Not that she was going to read it. Ricky was sitting with his back to her on a lounger at the far end of the pool removing his teeshirt. Julie's head was facing the book but her eyes behind the shades were fixed on Ricky. He'd had difficulty with the teeshirt, it being so wet and clingy. Now that was off he was removing his long shorts and then his boxers, which were also rather wet and clinging. Now naked he quicky turned toward the pool and Julie and dived in. In the second it took him, Julie saw him fully frontal. Such was nice innocent Ricky's endowment it actually shocked Julie. She felt her face flush. Was it really that huge? She thought. While Ricky was swimming languidly Julie pushed her coffee to one side and went back into the kitchen. Her heart was racing as she opened the fridge. She pulled out a bottle of Chablis. She never drank during the day but this was a special occassion. As she opened the wine she let out an involuntary giggle. Compared to Ricky, David looked like a young c***d. She giggled again enjoying David's unknown humiliation.
She took the wine and two glasses out to her lounger. Ricky was now out of the pool and wrapped in a large white towel.
"Ricky come and have a drink."
Ricky walked from the far end of the pool and sat on the lounger on the opposite side of the table to Julie.
"Oh Mrs Davenport I shouldn't have alcohol - I have two other pools to do. Can I have a soft drink?"
"Ricky" she said as she poured two glasses "you have to join me in a drink. I'm celebrating. And I told you to call me Julie"
Ricky assumed one glass wouldn't hurt. He'd got chilled water in his truck anyway.
"What are you celebrating?"
"My enlightenment. "
"I don't really understand that Julie but I'll drink to it anyway."
They drank the chilled Chablis which in the heat was both delicious and almost instantly intoxicating.
"I also want to help you Ricky if I can. My publisher has friends in the TV business. I know he'll put in a good word for you with some useful people.
You know what it's like Ricky it's not enough just to be a good actor. You have to be a good lucky actor as well. This might be your piece of luck."
"Well I need all the help I can get Julie. That's fantastic." Ricky beamed.
"And" Julie went on "I'm willing to sponsor you so you don't need to have two jobs to support yourself. You'll be able to attend more auditions. Maybe a drama course as well."
"You'd really do that Julie? that's wonderful, are you really serious?" He laughed.
She nodded and grinned. Julie removed her sunglasses and watched Ricky's undisguised joy.
"How on earth can I thank you enough?"
"Easy." She said. Julie walked around the table and stood before him.
"Stand up Ricky." She ordered.
He stood. Julie paced her arms round his neck and planted her lips on his. The headiness they both felt from the Chablis, the heat of the day and the excitement they both felt all helped make it an electrifying kiss. They pulled apart.
"Julie, what about your husband?" He whispered.
"Oh him. He is the cause of my enlightenment. Tell you about it one day." With that Julie pulled Ricky's towel away and wrapped her fingers around his rapidly hardening cock.
"Gosh it really was that big." She laughed, squeezed him and started to pull him towards the door.
"Come on. You're coming with me."
If you want this continued, let me know.
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