Thursday, January 19, 2006

A Fantasy in One Act

Being fascinated sexually with women as well as men, I have always been on the lookout for that “certain” type of woman; one about my height, large breasts, and a way of carrying herself that exudes sensuality out of every pore.
A few women have caught my fancy, but there’s always been one model of woman that I have fantasized over and over about until my skin tingles: Kim Cattrall.
CJ knows this and last summer while I was on hiatus from my job, he happened to notice that a film was shooting in town with Ms. Cattrall as one of the stars, and made some discrete inquiries about local positions on the film crew in order that I might actually meet her.
Striking out for his own employment, he was able to secure for me a temporary position in the costuming department of the film company, and I was overjoyed when I learned that I would be on the team that “dressed” Kim before and after her daily shoots.
If you’ve ever been involved with a movie production, I can tell you that the days are grueling in length, with boredom being the largest part of the job. The interminable waiting for the camera, light and sound setups are long, with the actual filming taking up less than two hours of a twelve hour day.
This however, gave me lots of time to mingle with the cast and crew, and of course ingratiate myself to someone I have lusted over.
The hours dragged on, and at last the call was complete; the end of the day was at hand.
After the hangers-on and handlers had left Ms. Cattrall’s trailer, I started to remove her costume as she began to remove her makeup and of course, I shot a glance (or three!) at the curvy body that I had fantasized over for so long. Thank you CJ!
Not wanting to seem overly enamored with Ms. Cattrall as a “star” I had kept a low profile, however, I did allow myself to let slip in private conversation when no one else was around about my background in psychology, and my old college interest in pursuing a degree in sexual therapy.
This didn’t surprise her somehow, and we discussed at length our relationship with men, her three failed marriages and how work often gets in the way of a good relationship.
“Well, you seem to know a lot about these things Deb; but what I can’t figure out is why you would be working as a costumer on this film?” Kim said.
I then related my history with CJ, how we had gotten back together after so many years apart, and how he had found my job with the movie company, but stopped there, not wanting to scare her into thinking that I was some sort of stalker, but I couldn’t help blurting out “I think you’re gorgeous and one of the sexiest women alive, and CJ loves me so much, he got me this job, and…”
My voice was quavering and I think I was trembling with excitement – this beautiful diva her before me, and I almost let it slip that I wanted to kiss her and caress her breasts while she did the same to me.
“I’m sorry” I stammered, “You must think I’m awful!”
“No no no” said Kim looking up at me from her dressing chair, “I’m flattered”. “I think we both seem to have a lot in common, and you’ve been a dear to listen to me bitch about my problems with men.”
Then Kim stunned me: “Have you ever had sex with another woman?” she asked.
If you think I was flustered before this question, how do you think I felt at that moment?
“Well, yes, one time before.” Blushing, I sputtered. “But I’ve always been holding out for someone with more beauty, you know, in their soul as well as their body.”
I saw a slight upturn on her delicate lips and began to notice a twinkle in her eye when she then reached up to caress my face, her hands brushing by my own breasts ever so delicately. “Oh you poor dear!” she said and suddenly, without thinking, I did the unthinkable: I bent down to Ms. Cattrall and grasped her gently by her hair (a real no-no when you’re on the set), and kissed her lightly on her perfectly painted lips.
Ahh, the joy! Me! I was kissing Kim Cattrall – my Goddess – in her trailer!
Imagine my surprise when she rose from her chair, grasped me by the waist and pulled me into her, returning the kiss with all the passion and fury of a woman starved for love and the sensuous touch of another female.
Stunned was not a word that I have used lightly before, but now, I felt the enormous weight of its meaning in every fiber of my being.
“Oh, Miss Cattrall!” I gushed.
“Call me Kim, Debbie, call me Kim. And kiss me again!”
We fell backwards on her trailer couch embracing each other, kissing each other, touching each other with a passion that I have reserved only for CJ, and for her, few lucky men in Hollywood.
I took the opportunity to slowly stroke and caress those beautiful breasts that were pushing their way up my body as she kissed me and pulled slightly at my hair when I reached her nipples.
“Oh my god – I must have you. I must taste your pussy. I must suck your nipples” I cried as we clawed each other with increasing passion.
“No Debbie, me first”. was the last thing I heard before Kim’s hands shot down my pants and through my underwear to my already throbbing clit.
I swear, I had the biggest orgasm of my life when her delicate fingers gently probed my cit and mons pubis, so much so, that I found myself jerking my upper torso spasmodically to each rotation of her finger around my now greatly wet pussy.
As I was trembling and spasming with the ever increasing orgasms that flowed over my body, Kim had reached up and unfastened her bra to allow my fantasy to come to reality, and now each of those orbs bobbing gently over my face as she also removed her panties to reveal her trimmed bush.
Fumbling with my own clothes to remove them, Kim pursed her lips and tisk’d me “No no – you’ve dressed me all this time, not it’s my turn to do the same for you.”
I have never had my panties pulled down so slowly or so sensually before, and Kim turned around so that her pussy was directly over my gaping mouth which hung open in awe.
I’m sure that my eyes were going to pop out of my head, but I kept my composure as she finished her task.
It’s strange how two people on the same wavelength can know what the other wants, so I guess it was no surprise that we both found our tongues on each others clits so fast.
The feeling of her there was unlike any other sensation that I have ever experienced, and each of us worked the other like a virtuoso playing a Mozart concerto on the violin.
Up, down, around.
Delicate, hard, gentle and firm
Staccato and accelerando.
We danced, played, and explored each other for at least an hour before finally collapsing, the final strains of our sexual symphony’s notes drifting delicately off into the ether of each others arms.
“Well, what do you think”?
“Was that acting, or was that you”?
“What do YOU think”?
“I’m not sure; you’re a fine actress..”
“No, this was no act”
“Can I see you again”?
“I have to fly back to LA tomorrow, you know that.”
“But then?"
“But then there are the parties and those damned awards shows, and the stupid Access Hollywood shows I have to do for my publicist”.
“Will you be back”?
“Maybe. Debbie, remember, what we actors and actresses do is to create fantasy, and that’s just what this was – fantasy. You were a friend I could talk to that didn’t gush or fawn over me, and were always there for me. You gave me an ear to tell my problems to, and for that I’ll always be grateful.”
I sighed and rolled over, the smell of Kim’s perfume still lingering on my skin. It may have been a brief encounter on both of our parts, but I still thing I got the better end of the deal.
I haven’t seen Kim again, but she gave me her number and address in LA, and you know, I do have some “comp” time coming…
(legal note: this is a fantasy and did not actually occur)

10 comments:

Dirty Debbie said...

You are a very bad man CJ...god it's why I love you!
You should give credit where credit's due.
This one isn't mine folks, it's purely CJ's and it's great. It was like a present to me. And yes I have a thing Kim Catrell.

ArtfulDodger said...

Wherever it came from nicely done, I usually don't go for the famous people story but this was excellent!!

Desireous said...

That was so sweet of you CJ to write that for Deb! Knowing Deb and her love of cock I have no doubt you'll be amply rewarded!!!

Hugs
Des

The Venting Housewife said...

I though Kim was hot in Porky's, the black hair really suited her mistress side.
Very good imagination made me think it was real *wink*

Midwestern City Boy said...

CJ. That was a great story. I liked that way it was written in first person from Debbie's perspective. Plus, its a famous person story that works which is especially good.

The Mrs said...

Very HOT! As for me, I have a thing for Cameron Diaz. But Kim, is WAY hot! I can't tell you how many times watching her on SATC that she got me hot.

Desire X said...

Did I happen to mention I have been compared to Kim Cattrall? And I love your tattoos too. Aren't we a pair?


HER

Cyber Erotic said...

wooooooo hoooooooooooo

We were thrilled to get your entry Deb, keep the stories cumming baby.


xxx Grumps xxx

p.s. stop at the blog and let me know if you want us to link you up

Shay said...

Very Hot!
(I also enjoyed how the purple text was much easier on my eyes for this steamy read)

Gah!
I forgot to invite you to check out my second blog -> http://shaysotherspot.blogspot.com/

Doublebogie said...

Hmmm, Kim Cattrall huh?
I had a crush on her when I heard her scream in "Porky's"
That's MY fantasy of a screamer.
Great post!