CHAPTER 30: CHAPTER 30 A MASTERPIECE

*CADEN*

After sending Alora home, her manager informed Hanks, Jerry and I that we were to stay at the staff quarters for now.

It was adjacent to the main building. We could also leave if we wanted, maybe go to our respective homes for the night but at least one of us should be on night duty so we could take turns for the night duty.

Hanks and Jerry wanted to go home tonight so it was my turn to stay the night at her house.

Mason already told me that staying the night didn’t mean sleeping all through. I had to be awake for the most part. Awake and checking for any suspicious activity.

So far, I haven’t noticed anything suspicious, her household staff weren’t suspicious either.

It was 9;pm, and I was standing in front of her villa. I thought back to the photoshoot. The way the man held her, the way he looked into her eyes.

I knew they were just posing for the pictures but I felt that he was extremely lucky.

I’ve seen lots of pictures of her with other co-stars, they were part of the promotional campaign for any movie or series.

Lucky bastards.

Should I have gone into acting instead?

Maybe, I would have gotten the opportunity to take pictures with her like that.

Or even kiss her on set.

I laughed recalling her hatred for me.

She’d probably turn down any scripts if she got to know I was the potential co-star.

Oh, Alora.

A sound came from the main door, I turned around to find Alora standing there.

My jaw dropped to find her dressed in a bikini.

“What are you doing here?”She asked me.

“My...my job.”I stuttered

Fuck!

Was she trying to kill me?

It should be illegal to look this sexy.

I could practically feel my heart racing so fast.

“I...I didn’t know anyone would be out here.” She stuttered seeming self-cautious of her half naked body.

I cleared my throat. “You’re going for a swim?” I asked as if that wasn’t obvious.

“Yeah.” And then, she awkwardly walked past me and I got a bit of her sweet honeysuckle scent.

I breathed deeply and closed my eyes, my cock was throbbing.

I wanted to watch her but I shouldn’t.

That was a perverted thing to do.

I should just retire to the staff quarters.

But I couldn’t help it.

Seeing that she was out of sight, I discreetly headed in the direction of the swimming pool.

Standing beside a wall, I watched her get into the pool.

Fuck!

She was gorgeous.

I could see every curve of her perfect, little, compact body.

I could tell she would fit against me perfectly. She did, eight years ago.

But it’s been so long and I was yearning to know how she’d feel now.

The bikini revealed the top of her boobs, I wonder why it didn’t reveal her nipples.

I was dying to see all of her.

Somewhere in some distance part of my brain was warning me to stop eye-fucking her but I couldn’t move away.

A bigger part of me wanted to touch her nipples, wanted to pound into her cunt until I fill her with my cum.

It would drip down her milky thighs, maybe I should leave bite marks first, the cum would fill in the little divots as it drained down her legs.

I blinked hard a few times, trying to rid my brain of this image.

She had no idea that she was being watched and as she turned around, I saw her pulled her hair and tied it into one of those fucking women styles.

I looked down and tried to make out the outline of her pussy lips.

“Fuck.”

I turned around and leaned against the wall.

Stop, Caden!

You’re acting like a pervert right now.

I took gulps of air but this only served as fuel to my desire.

I found myself turning back to look at her again, I stared at her pussy and wondered what it smelled like, what it would be like to bury my face between her thighs.

She sat on the edge of the pool.

I shouldn’t be looking at her like this, I shouldn’t be doing a lot of things I’m doing, I shouldn’t be thinking a lot of the things I’m thinking.

Even knowing how wrong this is, my dick was already making a fucking tent in my trouser.

Not wanting to be caught and possibly fired, I turned and headed for the staff quarters.

As I got into my supposedly new room, I pulled my cock out of my pants.

I badly needed release.

My dick was already dripping cum like a leaky faucet.

I spat on my hand and stroke my shaft, only needing a few pumps before I was shooting my load.

I cum so hard it shot straight out and onto the floor.

Fuck!

My legs cramped and my vision blurred and I couldn’t think of a time I’ve had a better orgasm.

I had to hold onto the wall to keep me from collapsing to the floor.

After a few minutes, I pulled myself together.

This couldn’t happen again.

This wasn’t what I was here for.

What was I actually here for?

As I laid on my bed that night, I couldn’t stop thinking of her in that bikini, she was a masterpiece.