Featuring: Hayden Panettiere
Codes: MF, Romance, Oral, Bondage (small amount, light) Anal (only a little)
Disclaimer: This story is 100% fictional; all characters mentioned within are entirely fictional. It contains themes and stories only suitable for those aged 18 and over. Names are used for entertainment purposes only, and are not intended to harm or offend those mentioned. If you are offended by adult content, do not understand that this story is not real, or are below the age stated, please stop reading immediately.
Notes: I wrote this over a couple of months, and very sporadically. So my apologies if some parts don’t flow perfectly. It might seem kind of long, but I like a build-up and hopefully you do to. There is a mention of another celebrity in the story, their part left vague for someone else to write a tie-in if you want to. Ok, enough bullshit from me. Have fun.
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“Last time,” she wheezed
“Oh, thank God,” was all I could get out
“Race you!”
Finding a sudden burst of energy, Hayden sprinted ahead on the race track. By this point, I had no interest in actually winning the honorable way; this was my time to cheat. As she peeked back to check up on me; I charged closer, forcing her to look forward again to keep the gap between us, allowing me to cut across the field to the other side.
She scurried around the track curve just in time to see me round the opposite end, arms triumphantly in the air as I crossed the finish line, collapsing onto my back through utter exhaustion. With my eyes squeezed together to block the blazing sun as I gasped for air waiting for her, she swiftly kicked me in the leg,
“What the hell do you call that?”
“...Winning,”
“So that’s how you treat a lady? Cheating because you can’t win,”
“Hey, I never cheat; I could run laps around you right now,”
She scoffed “Laps, huh?”
“Yeah, laps,”
“Alright, how about this. If you can beat me to the end, just once,” she pointed to the post at the end of the field, “you can be my date for the night.”
This was enough to open my eyes, although still squinting from the sun. Her silhouette looked down on me, a few loose hairs sparkling in the light, hands on hips, chest still huffing, casually waiting for reply.
“Date for what?”
“Beat me and you can find out,”
I purposely delayed answering, allowing more time to let some air back into my lungs.
“Alright. Deal.”
Bouncing on the spot, stretching one leg out, then the other, she was ready for this. I, on the other hand, had barely enough energy to crawl to my knees.
“Ready?” she eagerly asked
“As ever...” I groaned, noting the faded football markings on the grass “One hundred yards?!”
“Wimp, 3... 2... 1...”
Maybe this would be a good time to explain how we ended up here.
Roughly 2 or 3 weeks ago, walking bare-chested by a mirror I realised some light exercise was in order. A twenty-minute walk to work in the sunshine didn’t really represent the kind of effort I sought, so, every second day became ‘Jogging day’. Unplanned and untimed, running just as far as my legs would take me. That idea would only last a handful of times; a chance encounter with Hayden soon had me following the same street signs day-after-day.
The first time was brief, to say the least. We quickly passed each other along the beach pier, no more than a quick glance at each other, though my look probably longer. The next time wasn’t quite as unintentional. I had gone back to the pier at almost the same time of day, my jogging not really fast enough to burn any calories, but increasing the chance of meeting again.
Fortunately, she was there just as I hoped. Dressed almost identically as the day before, her hair pulled tightly back, sunglasses, tank top, short-shorts, and white running shoes. The color and style would change slightly on the subsequent meetings, but would always leave her heavenly legs on show.
Each ensuing meeting would get a little longer, gradually covering more distance together, side-by-side. The familiarity of being with each other provided a great cosiness, especially on the times we would break away from the usual routine, ending up in unfamiliar areas. Like clockwork we would get together by the same bench at the pier entrance, the first person to get there would wait for the other, despite our highly unorthodox connection of never actually speaking.
The longer time went on, the more I wanted to say something, and got the feeling that she wanted to do the same, but both had foolish anxieties over what it might do. The phrase ‘if it ain’t broke – don’t fix it’ fit our views perfectly. But it got to be too much to deal with after a while, and before I got the chance to say anything, she spoke first.
“Hungry?” was the first word between us. Not the most scintillating start to our relationship, yet it all but confirmed who I had been running with for all of this time. I always had a very strong suspicion about who she was, certain telling signs had me 98% positive, hearing her voice pushed that to 99%. I knew of a tattoo she had, but it would always be conveniently covered up by her top, and those ubiquitous, oversized sunglasses female celebrities wear hid a considerable amount of face.
She pulled up outside some grubby-looking eatery, the kind that stops just short of saying ‘heart attack included in price of meal’. With just 3 of us around, the only noise came from the waitress humming an spontaneous tune as she set down a stacked burger on my side of the table, and a tiny plate of French-fries on hers – understandably not realising that Hayden had picked out this colossal mound of meat. I tentatively pushed the plate across the table, glaring at a very proud face.
“You’re going to eat that?” I asked
“You don’t think I work out every day to burn off a Caesar salad?”
It all fell to pieces – literally and figuratively – as she tackled the oversized sandwich, the filling falling out of every side.
“Sure you don’t want some?” she asked, trying to gather the filling on the dish.
“Is that another way of admitting that it’s too much?” I smugly asked
“Do you want any or not?!”
We ended up cutting it in half, finishing pretty quick with still nothing said throughout, only communicating with flirty looks flying back and forth. Popping noises rung in my ears as finger by finger she licked her fingers clean, studying my reaction after each deliberately seductive lick.
“Wait,” I called out as she walked to the door, “I’ll keep hold of these to stop you from hiding this beautiful face,” I pulled off her sunglasses to at long last uncover her dark green eyes. A reluctant, demure smile developed to reveal her pearly whites before turning to leave again. “Wait,” I called again, stepping closer to press our bodies together, gently placing a hand on the small of her back. My eyes took in every inch of her flawless skin, finishing on her eyes as I hunched down to lay a gentle kiss on her lips before letting go. Having apparently watched the whole thing, the waitress leaning on the counter waited for Hayden to leave before giving me a sappy yet entirely sarcastic “Aww!”, which I quickly dismissed with an equally joking “Jealous, are we?”
That takes the story back to today’s meeting, and the day some questions were finally asked.
I got to the beachfront a little late, a chain of things holding me back at the house, including an argument with the so far unstated obstacle of this affair – my girlfriend. Up until yesterday, I had convinced myself that there was nothing to discuss about this, since it was in my mind totally innocent. And despite only being a short-lived relationship itself, she wasn’t likely to tolerate my daily meetings with another woman whom I subsequently kissed.
During one of her regular and lengthy grievance rants – which started long before my new interest appeared – she mentioned my long disappearances and probable fading interest in being with her, even implying that we might be done soon if things didn’t change. But, to be blunt – I wouldn’t care much if it did happen; my mind was elsewhere by this point.
It was here, running by the light covering of swash as Hayden and I left our shoeprints in the sand, ending at the spot where the sand faded into solid ground. Without any planned direction we stumbled upon a deserted high school sports field, deserted as it was a sizzling summer and this is the last place kids would want to be. She took a seat on the bleachers to re-tie her shoelaces, where I looked around at our surroundings, fibbing
“This used to be my high school,”
“Oh yeah?”
“...No,” I smiled, “But I do think this is where they filmed stuff for that Grease movie,”
“Whoa, really?”
“No.”
Now she turned the tables, convincingly smiling
“You know, you’re really funny?”
“Yeah?”
“No,” she said stoically, ouch. “But don’t feel like you have to stop talking, the ‘ mysterious silence’ isn’t the same after what happened yesterday,”
“I know what you mean. I thought about calling you back afterwards,”
Having finished with the laces, she came back down to meet me on the hard ground, curiously asking
“What stopped you?”
“The girl working there, made fun of our... hoopla, by the time I finished getting back at her, you’d vanished,”
“ Hoopla?” she grinned, “What’s the matter? Embarrassed?”
“Pfft, No! I just, uh, didn’t know how you felt about it,”
“Well, I’m here aren’t I? That says everything there is to be said. How about another?”
“Another what?”
“Hoopla.”
My eyebrows rose as it was her turn to press our clammy bodies together, reaching up on her tip-toes to try and kiss me. I guess she forgot about the height difference as we were still a few inches apart, giving me the perfect excuse to be more hands-on. Both arms wrapped completely around her hips to lift and equal our heights, where we embraced in a longer kiss. Again it was closed-mouth, but superlatively more heated and messy than the last. Her lips brushed onto me, her head gradually twisting to each side as saliva slowly seeped through to wet my own lips, ending with a soft peck and another on my cheek.
I wouldn’t let go. Dangling her petite frame off the ground, arms conveniently squeezed against her rounded rump as she tenderly stroked my face with her delicate hands.
“I’m impressed,” she said after a couple of minutes of sporadic, fleeting kisses.
“With what?”
“Holding me up for so long,”
“You’re not exactly heavy,”
“It’s still...”
“Besides,” I interrupted, “I’d be an idiot to stop this?”
Now she leant in, seemingly to add a French twist to our touches,
“Who said it was your choice?” she whispered as her body wriggled free and ran off along the unkempt track.
What a tease.
Long, quick strides soon had us level again, my deliberate evil grin jeering at her rejection. Now, I don’t know how many laps we ran or how long it took, but we must have covered some real distance as we talked the whole way through, making up for so many silent hours together. A few useful details about each other were exchanged in the early stages – thankfully names were finally swapped – although hers wasn’t unknown to me by this point. The bulk of the discussion was completely extraneous, topics naturally flowing into the next as we labored through the searing sunlight. But, as irrelevant as the conversation was, it came easily and comfortably to the both of us; we could have gone all day had it not been for my shameful stamina.
This is what leads us back to the contest, the invented start line, and my need to cheat in order to get that date.
I edged closer, and without warning, lifted her over my shoulder shouting “Go!” to start the race. She laughed hysterically as she pleaded with me to let go, which I of course ignored and briskly walked to the uprights. It was lucky that the area was dead, as she continued to scream through the giggling, vainly flailing her arms and legs trying to break free, eventually giving in to my hold.
She playfully slapped me on the arm as I set her lying down on the 5 yard line and strolled to lean against the post.
“So what time should I pick you up?” I arrogantly asked as she got up from the ground.
“Nuh-uh. No way. Carrying me across the field?! What a crock,”
“You never said I couldn’t,”
Again, she smacked me on the arm, smiling all the way through our flirty argument,
“And that makes it okay? Like I said, ‘cheating because you can’t win’,”
“So, what time?”
“After that? Dream on pal - I’m going alone.” She folded her arms defiantly, staring me down,
“Hey, a deal’s a deal, you can’t back out now.”
“Oh, I can’t? What if I walk away now? What are you gonna do about it?”
Hayden slowly started to walk in the direction we first came from, I knew this wasn’t serious, just a dare to lure me in, and it definitely worked. I followed after and pulled her back by the wrist, she stood inches away from me probably waiting for some wise-guy response, but I could think of nothing to say. Instinct took over and let my body do the talking.
My hands caressed the back of her head, the fingertips nestling into her golden hair as her head tilted upwards to meet mine as I bowed forward to kiss once more. She grasped around my waist, holding on tightly as her tongue slipped into my mouth to study it, instigating my own to press back and sweep along her swirling tongue. Her soft lips clung to mine as we gradually separated, she held on to the sides of my t-shirt, softly speaking
“Eight, the usual place,”
I amorously watched her fade off into the distance, jogging across the field and disappearing behind a row of buildings.
I’ll keep this short, since you no doubt have somewhere better to be,
This was the first line of a note slipped under my door, and having read “I’ll keep this short”, I knew to look straight to the bottom of the page. Conveying a point quickly was never a strong point of my girlfriend, or rather, ex-girlfriend. Squished in at the end, the line read
Someday soon, I just know you're going to be reading this letter again, praying that whatever slut you stumble upon could be as fun and interesting as I am.
I chuckled at this part. Had it not been signed, I would have figured it was written by someone else.
Fun and interesting?
Apparently neither of us listened to her endless grumbling. And I wouldn’t be reading it again, this note ended up as a crumpled up 3-pointer flying into the waste basket from across the room.
“Freedom!” I jubilantly roared.
And for tonight, I picked out a shirt and jacket outfit so that I’d either fit right in, or be among the sharpest dressed there. The jacket was slung over my arm as I decided to walk, the sun had gone down but the dry heat had no plans to leave any time soon. A pricey-looking car pulled up beside me by the pier entrance, the rear tinted window rolled down to reveal a stunning face,
“Pardon me,” she called out, “Do you know where I can find a handsome young man around here? I need a date for the night.”
Playing along with her game, I looked around the street, “No, sorry. I can’t see any,”
“Ah crap, you’ll have to do then. Hop in.”
I climbed into the backseat where she greeted me with a brief peck on the cheek, the cool temperature of the air conditioning hit me straight off, and she continued “You know I was just kidding right? You look great,”
“Ditto,” truthfully I didn’t really see her yet since the light dimmed as soon as the door closed, but she was obviously going to look great anyway. I asked as she rubbed her thumb on my face to wipe away the lipstick mark, “So, we are we going?”
“Not far, only a couple of minutes’ drive,” she tapped on the drivers’ seat to get going,
“I’m not looking for directions! I want to know what to expect,”
“Nowhere special, just sit tight. Did it take long to drive here?”
“I walked,”
“You walked?”
“Had to. It’s about 200 degrees, and I drive some P.O.S car with a busted AC blower. They wouldn’t be placing me into a coffin - they would be pouring me in.”
“Tell me about it. I picked something else out to wear, a long heavy thing, had to change within 5 minutes. What’d you think?” she asked, tugging at her dress. I still couldn’t see it well enough to judge, the occasional streetlight shone through just enough to show off its light-blue color and short length.
“Stunning... as usual,”
The car stopped a moment later just outside the marina, not a place I had visited before but understood the kind of people that would.
“Ready?” she asked as the driver let us out
“I don’t know. You tell me,”
“Just walk around the back and I’ll meet you on the other side,”
“Other side of what?”
Somehow I had manage to miss the outbreaks of flashes up ahead, a crowd of photographers lining behind a rail to capture images from every angle of those on show. She walked on as I walked beyond the back wall, the logo of some fashion magazine printed across it. I watched on as each snapper yelled her name for attention, each flashbulb temporarily illuminating the area, letting me get a decent view.
Staring into the camera lens one by one, long enough for each to get some useful shots of her ice blue thigh-high dress, turning from time to time for the obligatory over-the-shoulder glance. From head to toe, she looked every bit the Hollywood superstar.
“So what’s going on here?” I asked in bewilderment when Hayden returned
“A magazine promotion, a special edition or something, I don’t really know. It’s pretty much just showing up, take a few pictures, talk to strangers and then home. That’s all they want really.”
“You couldn’t have told me about any of this earlier?”
“And miss that priceless look on your face? No way,”
“This isn’t the kind of thing I normally get invited too, and I guess there’s more inside?”
She smiled broadly, linking her arm with mine as we walked into the event room filled with faces I recognised off the bat. We were handed a tall, slim glass from the server, blending us in with everyone else who seemed to be downing the drinks fast and often.
“Time to schmooze,” she remarked, dragging me into a small of huddle.
“Haydie!” A woman exclaimed, running to hug her. I desperately tried to hold back my laughter as Hayden stared back at me, smiling through gritted teeth; being called that was one of her biggest pet peeves, something I found out back on the track.
“Hayden, Hay, someone even called me Halyo once – all fine,” she calmly told me on that day, “but if you ever call me Haydie – boy, are you in trouble.”
And now she was being introduced like this to pretty much anyone that passed by, I had to move away before anyone questioned my quivering shoulders of amusement. The whole idea of being here was bizarre to me, but being sceptical of this happening again, decided to push my way into as many conversations as possible and to hopefully hear some gossip – a big mistake. I ended up outside again in no time at all, stood with yet another drink in my hand, surveying the backdrop of yachts.
“Had enough?” A voice from behind spoke, I turned to see another familiar face, Rosario Dawson hand-in-hand with who I assumed was her boyfriend.
“Pardon me?”
“You look like we feel, and we’ve had enough. Rosario, by the way, and Pete,”
I shook both of their hands,
“Joel. Yeah, it’s weird. No offence, but I didn’t think celebrity gatherings were so boring! I stood there hoping for ‘lifestyles of the rich and famous’ stories,” I gulped down the last drop from the glass “I’ve found more scandal in a church newsletter.” We sat at a table by the door, talking for a while longer, one eye looking inside to find Hayden,
Pete asked “So, are you here on your own?”
“Nah, I’m a date for the night,”
“Anyone we know?” Rosario asked
“Hayden Panettiere?” That was hard to say without jumping with glee
“I know the name, but you’ll have to introduce us,”
“If I knew where she was...”
Coincidently, she appeared seconds later, her head popping out of a group to mime for help. I winked back, getting up to go back inside.
“Excuse me ladies,” I said, brazenly pushing into the group to pull Hayden out, “you’re needed outside.” We barely made it outside before she groaned loudly in relief, falling into my arms. “Have you been with her the whole time?”
“Every. Minute.”
“Who is she?” I laughed
“That’s the thing – I don’t know! She wouldn’t let me go, constantly calling me that
name to absolutely anyone. I can’t go back in there!”
“That makes two of us,”
“Four,” Pete added, “We’re only here waiting for a friend,”
Rosario chipped in, “You should come with us – she’ll never find you out there,”
“Out where?”
She pointed way across the marina’s docks to the largest yacht around, decorated all over with lighting to show off its vast size. Our answer was obvious, the quickest way out being the most extravagant one on a boat the likes of which I could never have dreamt of stepping onto. The gentle waves hitting the yacht made the only noise as we climbed the stairway, not sure if there was even anyone onboard.
“Down here,” a deep tone called out from the back. He shared a friendly hug with Rosario and a very macho handshake with Pete, as if they were in some kind of battle.
“Knock it off, you two,” she chuckled, “Eddie, this is Joel and Hayden, treat ‘em nice!”
“Don’t I always?”
He stayed with us as they passed through the darkened slide-doors, unexpected thunderous music catching me by surprise during the few seconds they were open.
“We’re not stepping on your toes by being here, are we?”
Eddie looked at me mockingly, “I think there’s enough room,”
“No kidding,” Hayden said
“Normally it wouldn’t be like this. Usually there are more people than should be, so I felt like a change and kept the numbers down.” He pulled out a handful of cigarettes to offer them out, which we both turned down. After a long drag and a hazy blow towards the sky, he continued, “Feel free to look around, everyone is inside right now but don’t feel like you have to stay in – give it an hour or two and they won’t even notice,”
Bemused, Hayden and I looked at each other and then back at Eddie, who explained by exhaling again, leaving a funny scent in the air. “Point taken,” I answered
“So, yeah, just have a good time, do whatever,” He suddenly seemed glazed over, clearing his throat a couple of times, chuckling slightly “and if you change your mind about these – come find me,”
A roar of noise reappeared as Rosario, with Pete clinging on tightly from behind, came back to shout “Are you guys coming or what?”
The floor-shaking music made it impossible to hear anything else, not that I wanted to. My eyes were fixated on my date for the night, who despite hesitantly starting off with minor dance moves, was quickly getting into the swing of things. She and Rosario danced inside the main deck amongst 2 other girls, bumping and grinding together as Pete and I happily watched on, fixing up some drinks from the bar. A small group of about 6 gathered on the corner couch, evidently taking up Eddie’s earlier offer.
Getting excited as we saw all four dancers get playfully close, Pete’s animated movements knocked over the alcohol, spilling it across the counter top. He shooed me away, insisting on cleaning the mess himself, freeing me to sneak up behind Hayden and lightly clutch her hips, swaying to the music. Her fingers interlocked with mine as I stepped in closer, my hands slowly snaking up and down her waist, gliding across the smooth material of the dress. She pressed further in, arching her head back to kiss me, just managing to poke her tongue through at this awkward angle. Our hands moved slowly, caressing along her tight waist as we continued to passionately lock lips.
Now softly twisting to the music, she pulled away from the kiss, using one hand to nuzzle my mouth into her neck which I instinctively embraced, lightly sucking and biting all over, driving her wild. The touches brought out a deep sigh, resulting in sudden coughing as she inhaled again.
Caught up in the moment, neither of us had noticed Rosario and Pete vanish, or the two unknowns up on the couch sharing a joint with the others. They had already started to smoke before we arrived, and now the room was becoming a nautical hotbox. We worked through it, Hayden spinning around to hoop her arms around my neck, leaning against my chest. But the haze and heat soon got the better of us.
“I need some air,” she mouthed to me.
We stood in astonishment as the door slammed shut behind us, somehow managing to mute the music. The lights of the beachfront buildings were nothing more than a twinkle in the background, the yacht miles away from dry land.
“How the hell did we end up out here?” I asked, “Did you know we were moving?”
She shrugged her shoulders in disbelief; a loud bang suddenly emerged from the bridge deck. ‘Captain’ Eddie stumbled towards the small stairway, stepping down slowly as if learning to walk, he never even noticed us standing there quietly mumbling as he eventually made it inside.
“Come on,” I said, dragging her by the wrist to the lower deck, the vibration of the music crept through the ceiling.
“Where are we going?”
“He said ‘feel free to look around’, so let’s look around. Besides,” I continued passing through the first few feet of the hallway, “this place is ten times the size of my house; I want to make myself feel bad by seeing what I’m missing out on.”
A door creaked open as I pushed it open, we took a couple of steps in and had to stop from its small size. Nothing but a two-seat sofa and an undersized TV “filled” the room.
“I think this is where the cabin crew stay on breaks,” Hayden said
“How do you know that?”
“Because there’s a sign outside that says ‘Cabin Crew’, dumbass,” she laughed
I scowled back playfully, “Glad I’m not cabin crew, then... Haydie,” She gasped at the name, but couldn’t respond as I dragged her away once more, walking hurriedly along the hall. “Guest Cabin 4?” I said snootily outside another door, “Let’s have a look-see.” This door didn’t creak; it scraped on the soft carpet which cushioned my few steps inside.
Hayden waited outside as I entered the surprisingly spacious room, never breaking stride as I turned back to leave in one fluid motion, trying to hide the smirk on my face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked
I didn’t say anything, just guiding her into the room to watch the reaction. Car Crash Syndrome is the best way to describe it, knowing you should turn away but the inability to do so. I waited for a moment for sheer entertainment, before I quietly strode back in to pull her out, closing the door and going back outside of the yacht.
“You could have told me!” Hayden laughed hysterically which set me off too
“Just like you could have told me about tonight,”
“This is a bit different - none of those people were fucking!”
We had found out where Rosario and Pete had disappeared to, and why they had done so. He was on his knees on the floor, mercilessly pounding into her from behind as she arched over the bed, head down into the sheets and hands tied behind her back with a satin-like rope.
“Did they know we were in there?” she asked, giggling a little
“She definitely didn’t, and Pete looked kinda... well, he had his hands full,”
The heat in Hayden’s face was still clear to see, being out of the main deck and even the ocean breeze failed to cool her down. She walked over to the swimming platform, the very end of the boat, and squatted to test the water with a hand. Feeling the cool temperature, she instantly slipped off her silver slingback heels and sat by the edge, letting her bare feet and calves hang down into the moonlit water. There was silence for a moment, she slowly whirled her legs in the water as I stood by her, wondering just where we were.
“J, Can I ask you a question?” she said, innocently looking up at me.
“Of course,”
“Well, when we...” she dawdled, “nah, forget it. It’s a stupid question.”
“No, come on, you can ask me anything,” I collected a towel from a hamper for later and sat by her, keeping my legs dry.
“Okay,” She blushed slightly, but asked nevertheless “When we kiss... why did you never try for anything more than that? Don’t get me wrong, I liked it – really, really liked it. It’s just that, usually, guys are trying for anything but that. They race through everything like it’s a race, and it’s over before I know it.”
“Yeah, well those guys are fucking idiots for not realizing how amazing you are to hold and kiss.” I said, somewhere between annoyance at their stupidity, and joy at being in the position to actually say that. Her head turned away in modesty, trying in vain to not let me see a shy smile. A few more minutes passed in silence, relaxing by the placid waves and calm wind that came by, gradually helping to cool her down.
She raised her legs up, the water dripping off onto the wooden flooring of the platform until I wrapped the towel around them. Lightly rubbing it along her legs and massaging into her feet, I looked up to find her staring back intently, tempting me to come closer. Letting go of the towel, I edged closer on my knees leaning my head forward to meet hers. Yet, she pulled back to stop it, still staring back, but with a look that told me she was looking for more than a kiss.
I could feel her hot breath as she said “Not here. Take me inside.” She put an arm around my neck and picked up the shoes with the other. I effortlessly lifted her small frame from the ground, feeling the dampness of her legs as she wrapped them around me.
The music from above had stopped, no noise from Pete and Rosario, the only sounds were from Hayden’s kisses and the door slamming shut behind us in the ‘VIP Cabin’.
I set her down on the floor and took off my jacket as she locked the door, presumably to stop someone walking in the way we had earlier. Crawling to the head of the bed, she turned to give me a seductive come-hither motion with a finger. Without hesitation, I moved up to meet her where she patted the covers indicating me to lay down.
“Don’t move.” She firmly told me, unbuckling my belt. On my back, I reached down to help out, only to be warned off “I said don’t move!” Tugging down my pants and boxers just enough to free my rising erection, she toyed with it in her hand, smoothly dragging her fingers around the head. My eyes watched on as with one hand she leisurely worked my shaft, the other hand lifting up the hem of her dress to reveal a pair of white lacy panties, pulling the crotch aside of her pussy.
We simultaneously gasped as she gripped my cock and guided me in, lowering herself slowly to adjust to my growing size. Then nothing for a few seconds, mouth slightly open, and her face looking up at the low ceiling as her hands rested on my shirt-covered chest, both of us starting to breathe harder through the intensity.
“Fuck!” she gasped, grinding forward and back one time, then again, nothing. Just the sensation of my cock reaching its full size, filling her opening, which in turn was clenching back. One more gasp as she rolled again, her hands digging into my chest. This pace was unusually slow, but she was in control, and I felt more than happy to let her stay in control.
Slowly but surely the speed built up, her hips rocked back and forth on top of mine, as we both started to get louder. Our groans and moans resounding around the room, our shadows from the bedside lamps parading her bucking movements on the walls. I had been warned off twice, but badly needed to touch something again, even if it was only insignificant. My hands reached out for the nearest part of Hayden’s body, and sunk my fingers into the bend of her legs, inadvertently limiting the way she rode me.
“Couldn’t resist, huh?” she whispered breathlessly, button by button she opened up my shirt. I yanked each side of my tie, tightening the knot but loosening it enough to fit over my head. Running a single finger along my chest, she sat back upright and began to spring up and down on my cock. Every part of her hot, moist pussy enveloped me, seemingly desperate to milk my orgasm out. But it wouldn’t be me to reach that prize first.
Mixed in with loud cries, the bed squeaked with every downward drive of her onto me, as she looked down at me, clearly moments away from erupting. Knowing that the sensation of her climax would more than likely bring mine with it, I had to take control.
In one swift move, she spun onto the bed in my hands, which slithered down to grab her ankles and sling them across my back. The lacy panties were still on and somewhat in the way, but nothing was going to stop her orgasm now, and nothing would stop me from liberating it.
She screamed in elation as my finger grazed over her clit, brushing against it with the gentlest of touches. Her crotch glistened as my tongue rolled all around the area, lapping up the sweet tastes as it rudely poked into the heat, swirling as deep and wide as it would go.
I could feel her body tense up around me, moans becoming deeper until it happened.
“Oh God. Oh fuck!” Both legs wrapped tightly around my head, barely enough room for me to breathe as she yelled out in ecstasy. I continued to toy at her, but slowed the tempo down as she came off her peak. The grip on me loosened, and allowed me to look up to see Hayden writhing about on the bed, heavy panting making her chest beat up and down.
I moved back up to lay on top of her, my bare chest against the material of her dress as she stared up at the ceiling. My hand reached between us and aimed my cock back into her mound, causing her to tense once more as each inch pushed all the way in. I built up a steady rhythm as I fucked her soaking pussy once more, no more concern about lasting longer.
Both arms held onto the top of my shoulders, telling me not to go so fast, she clearly loved taking it slow, and that’s just what she got.
With one arm propping me up on top, my other was free to roam along her unbelievable body. Soft sighs escaped as my hand caressed around her shoulders, teasing at the dress straps as it moved down to stroke her bare arm. The clothing had loosened now, but not enough to slip off with our weight holding it on. It wrinkled as my hand moved over to squeeze at her comely chest, the open palm rubbing against her bra-covered mounds with each grasp.
“You want to take this off?” I asked, feeling around the material
She waited for a few more of my thrusts, gasping at each slow push of my rod into her slit “No…” she whispered, “keep going.” Skimming further along her belly and beyond, both thighs rose up alongside my hips keeping me in place. My hand pushed under her ass, kneading into the cheeks and allowing me to fill Hayden deeper than before.
I knew it was close now; the uncontrollable sensations were in full swing, and apparently just as evident as hers.
“Baby, I’m...” I panted. She instantly grabbed hold of my head, placing it just in front of hers. With an intent look into my eyes, and through a gasping voice, she softly spoke,
“Come for me,”
I kept up the pace, driving my way into her slippery opening as the tensions inside me grew stronger. The sudden rush jolted through me, and with one final thrust, I exploded inside her, washing away the weeks of tension I had built up inside just hoping for this moment. Through my dizziness of just having an intense orgasm, my eyes could see her still looking back at me, smiling in a daze. I collapsed to the side and felt her hand grab mine, fingers intertwining.
We both fell quiet for a few minutes, catching our breath. Until she softly spoke again,
“I’ve been waiting for that,”
I rolled onto my side, “ You have?! I think I’ve been waiting a little longer.”
She giggled, squirming around to get more comfortable in my arms. The next thing I remember is waking up, my head dangerously hanging over the edge of the bed, instantly thinking about Hayden. I climbed off to stretch the lethargy out, finding her in a similar position to mine, sprawled across the side of the bed under the covers. Hearing the sounds of movement, she rolled over to see me,
“Morning,” she said, not a sign of tiredness in her voice, looking surprisingly awake.
“Hey. So you fell asleep in your clothes too?” I joked
“What? Oh yeah, when I saw you drift off, I thought ‘screw it’ and did the same. I woke up a while ago; figured it’s too late to worry about it now.”
“Yeah. So have you been upstairs yet?”
“Nope, just been lying here waiting for you to wake up,”
“You should have woken me earlier,”
“But you looked so peaceful lying there,”
I sat by her on the bedside, my hand resting on her concealed legs “Trust me – I could cope with you waking me up in the morning,”
“I’ll have to remember that,”
There was quiet in our room for a moment as we curiously listened to some distorted noise from those above, once that faded, I spoke again,
“And I’ll have to remember that you like it slow!”
“I love taking it slowly with you, J, so much better than it usually is.”
Loud thumping suddenly came from the door; Hayden quickly jumped out of the bed to hide by it as I tidied myself up and answered the call.
It was Eddie, surprisingly collected, nosily poking his head through the doorway.
“You alone?” he asked, the overwhelming stench from the herbal cigarette brushing me back
“Yeah,”
“Thought I heard another voice coming from here,”
“Nah, just me,” I leaned against the edge of the door to hopefully keep him out, which only encouraged Hayden to prod a finger into my sides – out of Eddie’s view.
“Fair enough, I’m just letting you know we’re back now, so you can leave when you’re ready to.”
“We’re back at the marina?” I asked in disbelief
“Yeah, for hours, now,”
“Hmm, alright. I’ll get my stuff and go then,”
“No rush,” he said, starting to walk away. I had already closed the door slightly over when he called back, Hayden starting to move closer. “Oh hey,” he came back again, “Anything happen between you and that cute chick?”
I could see her out of the corner of my eye, curiously waiting for a response.
“Nope,” I said with a fake disappointment, “I’m not sure what happened to her,”
“Oh - I know!” he said with enthusiasm, taking a long drag of the roach he held “I saw Petey and Rosario take off earlier, looking very friendly with someone else – pretty sure it was her.” Hayden silently gasped at the insinuation as I tried desperately not to laugh. “They always were a kinky couple.” Eddie started to walk off again, talking to me as he did so, “Anyway, see you around some time.”
“Fucker!” she called him as I closed the door, making me finally laugh out loud.
“Looks like we walked in at the beginning! God knows what happened afterwards.” There was a strange look on her face as I said that, a look of mischief and desire. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she shrugged, “well something. He reminded me of something I thought of earlier, while you were asleep.”
“Anything good?”
We both took a seat on the side of the bed, leaning into each other in our messy clothing. Her hand crept along the inside of my leg as she continued,
“I just got thinking about what they were doing in there. Y’know, him doing her like that.”
This, of course, caught my attention, and my hand replicated hers, running the length of her thigh.
“I thought you liked it slow?”
“Well yeah, slow is amazing. But there’s plenty of time for us to do that back at my place, and sometimes it’s nice to just... let loose?”
“Let loose, huh?” I asked, leaning closer
“Mmm hmm,” she murmured through our kiss, my hand pushing up between her legs to cup her crotch through the dress. It was a contrast in atmosphere, but the heat between us was just as intense, if not more so after breaking down the barrier. I watched on attentively as she took control once more, pushing me back on the bed with my legs hanging over the edge. Kneeling on the floor, she directed me to take off my shirt and tie while she easily tugged off my pants and shoes, leaving me totally nude.
“This,” she said, gripping my cock, “is for taking it slow.”
“Oh shit!” I moaned as her mouth enveloped my hard shaft, her tongue dragging along the underside in the same move, then moving off me with a long drag. “Do that again, so fucking good,” I couldn’t see anything bar the top of her head as she did, with the heat, wetness and friction driving me crazy.
“You want more?” she teased
“Fuck yes.”
My groans covered up the loud slurps as she rapidly bobbed her head up and down on my cock, her lips grabbing at the crown of my shaft each time she moved back.
My fingers ran through her blonde hair as she devoured my meat over and over, making sure that no part was left uncovered. A pool of saliva coated me now, my balls being cradled with one hand, as her other jerked me through the sucking, each tug bringing me closer to another reach. Especially now, as the tip of my dick connected with the back of her mouth, gagging with every touch. If this was some sort of “repayment” for going slow – we would definitely be doing it slow again.
“Oh, fuck me!” I yelled out, watching as every part of my pole was consumed by her exceptional mouth. She stopped every so often to catch some air, knowing full well that I wouldn’t last long if she carried on like this. No man could last long getting blown like this. Holding down on me for a few seconds, lurid gargling emanated as she stifled on every inch of my cock. Her hand gripped me once more, quickly stroking me almost to another shot of my load.
“You wanna fuck me? Hard?” she growled through the jerking
“ Hard.”
She got up from the floor, starting to peel down the straps of the dress.
“Wait!” I called out, clambering off the bed to stand in front of Hayden, “Don’t move”. Holding out her left arm, my hands pulled it free of the outfit, that side falling down slightly. She wriggled to remove the other side, “I said don’t move,” I called out in a role reversal from the night before. Her other arm came out in my grasp, letting the dress glide over her body and crumpling at her feet.
“Gonna do me now?” she asked. Of course I was going, but had to ask something out of confusion.
“Hell yeah. But where did this come from? You were so sweet last night.”
Like I care.
She stepped closer to me, pressing her hands onto my chest to gently say “Oh J, I’m a sweet girl at heart,” in a deeper, seductive voice she whispered “but sometimes - I can be so... fucking... naughty.”
If I had thought about nothing but Hayden saying that since the day we met - it could never have been as hot as the way she said it now.
I unhooked the bra and bent down to slip off her panties, dropping them both down to the floor. My eyes took in every part of her divine body at long last on full show, her trimmed pussy just waiting for me to bury my rock-hard shaft inside.
“So... fucking... sexy.” I growled, looking from head-to-toe and imagining a-million-and-one different things I could do to every part. Still naturally bashful, yet teeming with passion, she stared back with a shy grin until I carried on with the intense tone, ordering “now kneel down - so I can fuck you.”
I moved over to the door again and faced the bed, watching as she gracefully knelt to rest against the bed, looking back to tempt me closer. Dropping down and shimmying nearer, my hands rested on her hips and helped her up a few inches to arch over the edge – positioned just as Rosario had been. An out of this world sight; her completely naked body bent over the bed, hands holding the sheets in preparation, legs either side of mine, ass in the air at just the right height for me.
“Still want it hard?” I toyed, rolling the tip of my cock up and down her slit
“We have plenty of time for slow,” her voice mumbled into the covers, “do me fast – now.”
Every muscle in her body stiffened as the first inch of my raging shaft penetrated, the warmth enthralling me instantly. “Come on J, stop teasing. Put it all in.” She begged, but I had other plans first.
“Don’t move from there,” I whispered into her ear, “I’ll be right back.”
The hallway was empty as I walked through completely bare, though being caught now would hardly embarrass me, knowing what waited back in the cabin. It was hard not to roar with excitement on the way back, that gorgeous figure on show from the opposite end of the corridor as she compliantly rested on the bed. The door closed behind me, Hayden – without abandoning the position – asked “Where did you go?”
I just pleasantly smiled back, reaching out to gently pull her arms away from the sheet and held them behind her back.
“If you’re going to copy Rosario – I’m going to copy Pete.”
“Oh, kinky!” she purred as I fastened the satin rope around her wrists, keeping it loose enough to be comfortable, but tight enough to keep them together. She smiled at the idea of being tied at the wrists, but looked nervous as I unexpectedly wrapped another rope around her ankles.
“Do you want me to stop?” I kindly asked. There was nothing sinister about the light-bondage, I had never tied anyone up before, or had it done myself. It was just the idea of having her bound, groaning as I took her from behind that captivated me. She deliberated it for a moment, staring me in the eyes before overlapping one ankle over the other, grinning to give me the all-clear.
Wow, what a woman!
One night making love to me, the morning blowing me, then wanting it rough from behind, with plans for us both to make love again later!
“It’s not a museum, J. You don’t have to just look.” She implored, taking me out of the trance I had slipped into at the sight before me. Without any warning, I thrust deep inside her, the force lifting her knees off the ground.
“Oh, shit!” she screamed. I pinned her thighs firmly against the bedside with my own, wanting to blow a load already. “Again!” she pleaded. My hands instantly gripped her hips for leverage as I slammed back inside. “Aga...” she begged once more, another ass-rippling plunge interrupting mid-sentence. My cock throbbed yearningly as I drove in again and again, ruthlessly slamming into that exquisite slit to hear her wetness drown my rod every time.
Each push of my entire shaft formed two expressions on her beautiful face. One on the threshold of aching as the length of my cock spread the whole of her dripping pussy while my body left a nerve tingling sensation on that superb rump. And, the other look, one of sheer elation as the head of my cock stimulated depths of her opening that had never been reached before, and then slipped out again ready for another firm entry.
It was hard to tell who enjoyed it the most as we both groaned continuously. My voice was deeper, and therefore naturally louder. But, what she lacked in volume, she more than made up with mind-blowing emotions in each whimper.
My hand instinctively came back to leave a skin-reddening imprint on her ass, the loud shriek from her mouth wasn’t one of pain, but one of complete satisfaction. Again, it came back down mid-thrust of my ready-to-blow cock, her body pushing back into me so hard that we both tumbled to the floor with the force.
“Holy shit!” she laughed, “That felt fucking good!”
I let out a throaty laugh in between deep, frantic breaths, unable to give an answer. As we lay on the ground in a spooning position, her fastened hands reached out to grip my rod and jerk it as much as the posture would allow.
“Are you close yet?” she asked as her soft fingers delicately stroked the tip of my pole.
“Almost. That was absolutely amazing. There’s no way I could last much longer.”
“Mmm, it was amazing. But don’t do it yet, it would be a shame to waste it on the floor! Put it in my...”
I quickly jolted forward to enter her one more time, using my hands to swiftly and repeatedly pull our bodies together. Hayden groaned with hunger as I rapidly approached my orgasm.
“No! Wait!” she exclaimed after a few moments, “That’s not what I was about to say.”
I had stopped moving by this point, but unpredictably thrust forward once more and held myself inside as I asked “What were you going to say?”
She let out a long, content moan, “Fuck, that was nice! I can’t remember now.” She merrily grumbled, clearly in a daze.
“Maybe this will help,” my hand reached around and furiously began to rub across her clit, setting off a body-squirming arousal. Within seconds, I could feel her pussy start to constrict around me as the tension built up inside.
“J... Don’t stop... keep... Joel!”
“Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yes! Oh, yes!” she screamed deafeningly, climaxing in my arms, my pole still stuffed to the hilt. I kissed the top and back of Hayden’s hair, my hand lightly toying with her boobs as she gradually came back to Earth.
I whispered into her ear, “Do you remember now?”
She continued to purr, “Mmm hmm. Come in me.”
“You don’t need to tell me that!” I joked, slowly grinding my body into hers.
“No, not there. I want you to come in my ass.”
Admittedly, my age would indicate that I hadn’t been with too many women, but none of the ones I had been with had ever said that to me before. “Are you sure?”
She turned her head back to smirk at me, “Don’t make me tell you again.”
“I won’t last long, now.”
“It’s okay – I just want to feel it.”
My hand stopped caressing her chest and moved in between our bodies. She shuddered as the tip of my finger pressed into her tight ass, tenderly pressing the rest in as it became used to being penetrated. I swirled it around gently to loosen her up, but as she trembled with the sensation, her cunt began squeezing me again. It was now or never.
I pulled my finger out and guided my cock at her ass, gently burying the length inside, the unbelievable clutch leaving me seconds away from exploding. Hayden grunted intensely though I barely moved on each push of my shaft, she was too tight to have her the way I would have hoped – not that I would be complaining at this!
Just as I said, I didn’t last long. No more than a handful of thrusts and I came. Streams of my cum burst out, promptly filling her tautest of openings as we lay on the floor, both silent except for the heavy breathing as the final spurt rushed out of my cock. She turned her head back to meet me for a lasting kiss, delight painted across our faces. I eventually pulled out, but we still lay there, bodies pressed together as my hand smoothly ran up and down her soft arms.
A few minutes passed by when she quietly told me “My wrists are starting to hurt.”
“Oops!” So caught up in the moment, I had forgotten about the rope, despite wondering why her hands were still pressed against my stomach. I untied that rope and the other around her ankles before helping Hayden to her feet where she immediately reached up to kiss me again.
“What are you doing tonight?” she asked as her arms wrapped around my neck, I caught the mischievous looked in her eyes.
“That depends on what you’re doing tonight.”
“Well, I thought about spending the night with a very, very handsome young man.”
“What are the chances?!” I playfully answered, acting shocked “I had been thinking about spending the night with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”
“Maybe we can meet somewhere in the middle, and spend the night with each other, instead?” She became aware of how that came across, burying her head against me “That didn’t sound the way it should have.”
I burst into laughter, firmly wrapping my arms around her, “I know what you meant, sweetie. It’s okay!”
“It was supposed to sound sexy!” she griped
“Hey, you just asked me to spend the night with you... again! That’s pretty damn sexy to me.”
“Good. Because I really want to spend more time together.”
“Then all you had to do is ask.”
“Will you spe...”
“I’ll be there.” I interrupted, answering earnestly.
We collected our clothes and got dressed. Or rather, she got dressed while I unashamedly watched Hayden as she – unfortunately for me – covered her divine form. I received the same treatment during my turn, an array of wolf-whistles thrown in for good measure.
It’s dark again. I smile. She smiles. We kiss as we lay together in her bed, a cool night breeze blowing through the window to cool our heated bodies. Euphoria setting in as she falls asleep in my arms. I refuse to fall asleep.
No dream could be better than this.
"Hoopla" with Hayden Panettiere
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