Red Carpet Rendezvous - Caprice

Caprice rose as quietly as possible.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she turned to look at Chris. He seemed to be sleeping soundly. His toned chest rose and fell with regularity. His manhood on the other hand, was already wide-awake at this early hour of the morning. His spear was standing boldly to attention.

Caprice LaCroix sighed longingly and glanced at the alarm clock. She'd actually planned on rushing home, showering, and throwing on a new outfit before driving to work. But the thought of her job faded into the background the longer she indulged in the view of the naked sleeping man next to her. She had met him the night before at the opening of a new lakeside bar in Hamburg's exclusive Alster district. Chris was a thrusting and successful realtor. From the very first moment, he'd had a captivating effect on her that made her go weak in the knees.

Sure, at first she had been busy running through her repertoire of questions to assess her prey. And he'd already let slip the names of a few famous clients, something that made her think he'd make a good informant in the future. It hadn't taken her long to discover the best way to make him talk just as much as she wanted. Although that soon stopped as soon as they got back to his penthouse. Once through the door, he had set about ravaging her with wholehearted concentration.

At the mere thought of how he'd pushed her short skirt up and her tiny panties aside in order to lick her standing up, Caprice immediately became wet again. What had followed afterwards in the bedroom, had felt like something bordering on the spiritual, even to an experienced woman like Caprice. Chris had been a glorious lover - he knew all the tricks in the book and used them to fuck her senseless.

It was still dark outside and the little nightstand lamp had bathed the sleeping hunk's skin in a soft light.

I've still got a bit of time for a quick fuck, Caprice thought and leaned over him.

As she listened to his regular breathing, she bent over his pelvis. His cock seemed overly large now.

Tempting.

Without hesitating for long, Caprice had decided to wake Chris in her very own way and wrapped her lips around his penis. She let her tongue run over his velvety tip. Indulging him like this, she could swear that she could taste herself on his cock and upped her tempo. His cock became even harder, as she continued to pleasure him fiendishly. His breath quickened but when she looked up at Chris, his eyes were still closed. For a few moments, she wasn't sure whether he was really still asleep or just a damn good actor.

It was only when he put one hand on the back of her head and rammed his cock deeper into her mouth that Caprice knew that he'd long been awake.

She felt her pussy growing wetter and touched her clit, while continuing to pleasure Chris. He was groaning now. It wouldn't take much longer for him to come, she was sure of that. Yet Caprice was absolutely determined to remain in control.

She slid in between his legs and forced his thighs apart so that she could lick his balls as well. Caprice knew that she was able to push men to the brink of madness with her next move. While she massaged his cock, her tongue now danced across his scrotum.

Chris groaned loudly. "I'm coming!" he gasped.

"No." She stopped abruptly and rubbed the first drops of pre cum along the tip of his penis, using her thumb and index finger. Just as he was threatening to lose it completely, she sat down on his cock. He slid deeply into her, filling her up completely. Against all his hopes, she remained motionless on top of him and looked deep into Chris' eyes.

"You will come when I want you to come." It was only now that she tightened herself around him.

His upper body reared up, and he reached for her plump breasts and twisted her nipples, while ramming his spear deep inside her.

Caprice leaned back far and enjoyed him penetrating her most sensitive spot. Her right hand slid between her thighs and fondled her clitoris.

This man seemed like he was made for her!

She rhythmically moved her pelvis up and down, while her middle finger kept encircling her pearl, faster and faster. When she looked down at Chris, Caprice lost all control. The waves of her unstoppable orgasm crashed down and flooded through her. As she felt him coming deep inside her, she let herself fall back and absorb every last drop of him.

***

Maren noticed straightaway that Caprice was wearing the exact same black designer dress as the night before, when she'd left the apartment. And although her best friend looked a little tired, she was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Hello darling, we're supposed to go see Walter right away," Caprice welcomed her friend, while pointedly looking at her watch. "You're a little late, chérie."

Maren didn't let her get to her and walked straight into her office, closely followed by Caprice. "The Smart car is still at the shop, so I had to take the bus," she said. "Unfortunately, I couldn't get a ride this morning." Maren pointed at the office windows. "I'll be thanking the gods once this winter is finally over and I can ride my bicycle to work again."

"Mon dieu, it's only mid February, this time last year we were still snowed under."

"Still," Maren took off her knee length coat and tossed it onto one of the office coat rack's hooks. "I really hate winter!"

"Me too," Caprice giggled. "I hate that these temperatures force me to wear underwear."

"Do I want to know what you got up to last night?"

Maren and Caprice lived together but last night Caprice had gone out again. At first she'd tried to convince Maren to join her, but Maren hadn't been tempted in the least to go and party into the night. So she had spent the night on the couch, with a DVD and a bottle of red wine.

"You know I don't have any secrets." Caprice said and clicked her tongue. "Chris is a heavenly lover."

"So his name is Chris, huh?" Maren sat down at her desk and turned on her computer.

"He's a realtor."

"You want to move?" Surprised, Maren turned to her and away from her flat screen.

Caprice shook her head. "You gotta be kidding me."

"I never know with you."

Both women worked at FLASH, a well-known German tabloid magazine, along the lines of US Weekly, or People etc.

"Come on now, Maren." Caprice gestured impatiently. "Walter has been asking for us all morning, and I don't want to be responsible for his heart attack if we make him wait."

"He won't," Maren replied, laughing. She rose from her seat nevertheless. She could check her emails later on. If their quick-tempered Editor in Chief requested both of them to come to his office, there had to be a very good reason. Maren reached for a pen and notepad and followed Caprice, who led the way to their boss' office.

"Finally," Walter Stein barked at them, without his eyes ever leaving the computer screen. "I don't have all day. Sit down, girls, and if possible, before the day's over."

Caprice and Maren exchanged a glance and sat down in the chairs facing the Editor in Chief's massive desk. Now he looked up at them, nodded, and reached for his coffee cup. He took a sip and then shook in disgust.

"Cold as ice, this sludge."

"I feel cold too." Caprice murmured and wrapped her arms around her body. "It would be nice if you could get to the point soon, I need a hot tea."

Stein nodded and leaned back in his armchair. He crossed his arms behind his head. "It's the middle of February," he began.

"I hardly need you to tell me that." Caprice growled.

Pensively, Walter Stein studied her but didn't let himself be put off by Caprice's manner. Quite the opposite: If he had seemed a little agitated a moment ago, he was now suddenly the very image of calm. He pulled out a file and flicked through it. For a few minutes, he seemed to have forgotten his colleagues' very presence. Then he closed the file again and tossed it on the desk in front of him.

"As you know, the Academy Awards are being held next week in L.A." He said.

Caprice beamed and gave Maren a sideways glance.

Being sent to Hollywood to cover the Oscars for a second time was like hitting the jackpot. Maren could very well imagine how Caprice was already seeing herself strolling down Hollywood Boulevard in some sexy designer outfit and interviewing international movie stars on the red carpet.

Maren considered the upcoming trip more pragmatically: They would be able to escape the cold winter and this Northern German town for a few days.

"And we are supposed to jet across the big pond once more to report on the event exclusively for FLASH," Caprice surmised euphorically.

"Not quite, I'm afraid." Stein shook his head and looked at Maren. "This time, only you will fly to L.A., Maren. I'll send John along, he will have to deliver the best photos he's ever taken, otherwise he's fired."

Caprice's green eyes seemed to be throwing daggers in Stein's direction. "What do you mean? I'm staying...