Story Codes: FF, cons, exh, oral, rom
Celebs: Maggie Gyllenhaal, Marion Cotillard
This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.
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Maggie Gyllenhaal was at a hotel in Boston, while filming a movie there. It was the middle of the night, and, unlike New York, everything seemed to close at night. Needless to say, she was bored. She was looking out the window, when she saw someone in the pool. Was that Marion? Marion Cotillard was also there, filming a completely unrelated movie. “You know what?” she thought, “Think I’ll join her.” She got into her bathing suit, grabbed her towel, and went downstairs.
Marion swam up to the edge, and put her arms up on it. Suddenly, she heard:
“Hey, mind if I join you?”
Marion looked up. “Oh, Maggie. Um, wasn’t expecting anybody else to come out.”
Maggie noticed her slightly nervous tone, and then saw Marion’s bare shoulders. “Oh, my God!” she laughed, “Are you skinny-dipping?”
Marion pushed away from the edge, to confirm this. “Okay, you caught me.”
“Well, jeez,” Maggie continued to chuckle, “if I’d known that, I wouldn’t have bothered with this.” Maggie quickly stripped out of her bathing suit.
“Um, I should probably warn you, the water’s really cold.”
Unheeding, Maggie dived in, and surfaced in front of her.
“S’okay. I’m Swedish. We’re like polar bears.”
“Hm, polar bear.” Marion snickered. “You probably would be in a club like that, jumping into icy lakes in January.”
“And you’d probably rather be in a hot-tub in Ibiza.”
“Oh, yes. Preferably with a companion.”
“Oh, well,” Maggie suddenly turned coy, “if that’s all you wanted, you just needed to ask.”
Marion snickered again. “Okay, Maggie, very funny.”
“I’m serious.” Maggie put her hands on the edge of the pool, on either side of Marion, putting their faces inches from each other. “C’mon, we’re here. We’re…” She glanced down at Marion’s naked body. “certainly dressed for it.” Her voice lowered almost to a whisper. “No one’s here, just you…and me.”
Marion’s heart pounded, as she knew what was about to happen, and that she was powerless to resist. Maggie slowly moved in, and their lips touched, then pressed together more firmly, and then their tongues slipped through and came together. The two wrapped their arms around each other, and they pressed together tightly.
Maggie then started kissing Marion’s neck. “Oh!” Marion moaned. Maggie slowly worked her way down her neck, then started kissing her shoulders, then down her chest, till she was down on knee, face level with Marion’s sizeable breasts.
Marion’s nipples were painfully hard from the cold water, and it felt good when Maggie started gently sucking on them. “Oh, Maggie.” Marion tilted her head back, and let out a long sigh.
Maggie then started moving down, slowly kissing down Marion’s stomach. Marion, sensing where she was headed, lifted herself up onto the edge of the pool. Maggie began kissing Marion’s inner thighs, slowly making her way to the center. Before long, she arrived at Marion’s dripping cunt, which she massaged lovingly with her tongue. “Oui, juste comme ça, bébé.” Marion whispered, “Qui se sent bien.”
As Maggie’s tongue probed deeper into her pussy, Marion laid back, and ran her fingers over her entire body; her stomach, her lips, her thighs. In spite of how cold she was earlier, Marion now felt a kind of heat flowing through her.
Maggie started concentrating on her clit now, encircling it with her tongue, making it throb slowly. Marion’s brow furrowed as Maggie sped up slightly, keeping the same rhythm. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she came, she could feel it inch closer, with every circling of Maggie’s tongue.
The orgasm finally hit her, starting at her clit, and traveling through her entire body. “Hoooooohhh…” Marion let out a long, shrill gasp as she came, and kept coming, as Maggie was still going. Maggie kept it up until Marion’s body jerked, as the second wave hit her. As Marion’s body slowed down its shaking, Maggie kissed around her thighs again.
Marion finally sat up, and she and Maggie again shared a long, tender kiss. When they broke the kiss, Marion whispered, “Tomorrow night, your turn, mon amant.”