The Lucky One

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It was like walking past a fenced off area at a festival, or like going through a door marked private. There was clearly a sense of exclusivity about it, like entering an executive club lounge or turning left at the top of the steps at the top of the entrance to an aeroplane. He was buzzing, even before he reached the hotel door.

Now inside, even though he had yet to utter a word, he could feel his head getting hotter, and was sure his cheeks were reddening at the thought of his sexual fancy coming to life. He was conscious of his heart beating, and he knew that as soon as he spoke. Something rushed, garbled and unclear would emerge from his lips.

The excitement was almost too much to bear, and yet it was also intoxicating. Moments like this, he sensed, would be very, very rare. It was probably a once or twice in a lifetime moment.

To complicate matters, and perhaps a reason for the intensity of the moment, there was a nagging doubt about what he was doing. The moment he had stepped through the door, the very instant he had crossed the threshold, he knew he was doing something that his parents wouldn't have liked. Well, rather more than that, they'd have been livid.

He was a good kid, always had been. Been since they had mastered his prep school, nor his senior school. He'd never even got a demerit.

Straight A's in his GCSEs, well apart from art, he was never able to draw, and straight A's at an A level level. He was a prefect, and head boarding of his house, and he was studying at a very respectable university. His chosen subject could not have been more appropriate for someone like him.

Law. Actually, it was law with Italian. He had done two languages at A level, French and German, and he liked the idea of studying a new language at university.

In short, Zack had always done the right thing. That was until right now, when he had entered the room, and the door had closed behind him. His path to this moment of heady expectation had been a long one.

Zack had always enjoyed sampling the pleasures of nubile women when surfing the net, and the more he surveyed the online beauties, the more certain faces kept cropping up. One face, in particular, appealed more than the others. Though it wasn't just her face, she did have absolutely amazing breasts, a cute butt, great legs, well, a stunning everything.

This was Stella Cox. She appeared so homely. She had a classic good girl face.

Needless to say, looks can be deceiving, and Zack had seen that she engaged in rather a lot of naughty activities, both with men and women, all of which made her that much more attractive, especially to a good guy like him. He started to follow Stella on social media, along with a few hundred thousand others who liked her posts. He replied on some of them, and tagged her in his own post, just like several thousand of her followers.

Zack, like everyone else who adored this buxom brunette, often imagined what it might be like being with her. God, how he envied the guys on screen who actually got to run their fingers through her long hair, and got to cut those wonderful breasts and kiss her nipples, and those who were able to handle her tight ass and touch her smooth pussy. Every time Zack thought about any of this, he would quickly get hard.

It was his all-time favourite fantasy, and the thought of putting his rigid cock inside her pussy mouth or butt never failed to bring him off when he was wanking. Fantasies were one thing, but seeing Stella in the flesh was something else. It was a thought beyond all others.

Of course, the chances of it were happening were miniscule. Zack had tried to make direct contact with her on social media, but she never replied. He could hardly expect her to.

She had nearly two hundred thousand followers, for heaven's sake. But that had not put him off trying. He had always been told at school to persevere, if he kept at it he would succeed, so he didn't give up.

He would try to think up a novel response to one of her posts, a joke perhaps, or a witty remark, but he would never overdo it. He didn't want to appear a bit too boring or too intense, yet despite these efforts, he remained unnoticed. It was Zack's perseverance that led, one January, to Stella replying to one of his posts on Twitter.

It was in response to a rather naughty photoshoot she had shared with her followers. She had just finished a rampant sex scene and had tweeted a photo of herself with a splattering of cum across her midriff, suggesting a liaison with one more bloke. Zack tweeted in reply, Looks like you could just do with a cup of tea.

Happy to bring it to your room. All Stella had tweeted in response was, Ha ha, but that must have been enough and every now and again she responded to something he posted. Gradually, the dialogue continued, and there must have been about fifty or so messages exchanged between them.

The messages became more jovial and, more sense, more real. They shared a bit of detail about themselves. Zack said that he was on his year abroad in Tuscany.

Stella said that she was part Italian and was often in the country either visiting family or filming, but nothing more personal than that was mentioned. Their tweets, after all, could be read by everyone. A few weeks later, after seeing one of her films set in front of a log fire with Christmas tree in the background and feeling desperately envious of the guy who had fucked her in all three openings in one session, Zack tweeted, I see you're already in Christmas mode.

I have your Xmas present here, would you like me to bring it round? To which Stella had replied, Of course. Great.

Zack then did something he had never done before. He had thought it rather poor manners. Etiquette had been drilled into him at school.

DMing someone like Stella was just not the done thing, but now he felt very alone. Christmas was a fortnight away and his parents had flown off to the Caribbean, leaving him with no reason to go home. The combination of loneliness and sexual frustration now fuelled him.

So Zack messaged back, when and where? Realising this was a step too far, he quickly added in a separate message, only joking, of course, and then Zack received a message that he simply could not believe. By the way, would you be interested in being one of my clients? They're a bit like followers, only a bit more intimate.

Zack wasn't exactly sure what this meant, but before he had time to tap out his reply on his mobile phone, another message came in. Filming at a hotel near Florence. You near here? Why don't you call in once I've finished a set, you can bring the present.

Ciao. He went straight back. Cuando? 6.30, she replied, and then gave him the name and address of where she was filming.

That was a couple of hours ago, and here he was, entering the hotel room. The anticipation was massive, but he was also fighting back feelings of guilt. He really ought to make his excuses and head back to his student digs.

It was such a high risk. In the next few minutes, he could blow his whole future as a lawyer. What if someone knew where he was and who he was with? But he rationalised.

Who could possibly know? It was a private meeting, and so, she was an adult movie star. No one would find out.

The producer of the film let him into the room. She had been very reluctant to do so. She did not like disturbances during films, and she was not aware that Stella was expecting a visitor.

She had turned to Stella to check that it was alright to let the young man in, and Stella, who had been reading a magazine in between sets, looked up and smiled. Zach, he's one of my newest clients. I never thought he would actually come round.

That's great. So here he was, about five metres from this woman he idolised. She was perched on the edge of a bed wearing a gold and silk pyjama blouse.

She looked sensational, every bit as sensual as he had seen on screen. He walked towards her, trying to slow things down in his mind, but that was impossible. He was holding a brace of presents in his hands, which he had rushed out and bought on his way here.

He had gone for chocolates, partly because the Italians always wrap them so beautifully, and a book. A first edition of Man Ray, which he had seen in an antique bookshop near his university. This was a risk, he knew, but probably not what she was expecting, so potentially a clever idea.

But would it work? As he moved closer towards her, Zach began to think about what might happen next. Would they just sit and talk? What would they chat about? Stella stood up, kissed Zach lightly on both cheeks in that European way, and sensing his nerves, said, are these for me?

Thank you. Come sit down. Zach mumbled a hello and nice to meet you, awkwardly, and handed Stella the two gifts that sat next to her.

She asked to open them now, ripped off the paper and the book before Zach had time to reply. She looked at him. Man Ray, I love his work.

She flicked through the book. This is the one with the woman whose back looks like a double bass. She looked inside the front cover.

My God, it's first edition, thank you so much. The risk had worked. She gave him another kiss and also a hug, and then opened the chocolates.

She looked at him, worried that she hadn't bought him a present. But I do look after my clients, and I do have something to give you, she said. Zach's mind started to race.

What was it? Surely she wasn't going to take her top off. And if she was to put this proposition forward, would the camera crew and producer leave him alone? Surely they wouldn't hang around.

God forbid, what if they filmed any interchange between them? And would she let him touch her amazing breasts? Or kiss her lips? And were tongues going to be out of the question? More importantly, what about himself? Would she take his clothes off? And if she did, what about his cock? Would it rise to the occasion? It always did when he wanked, but would it stand to attention with someone else's hand? Would it feel too different? Would he come too soon? He'd only ever done it with a couple of women.

So would it all prove too much? And would he ejaculate within the first few seconds? Well, Stella said, I think it's time for your present now.

So why don't you take your clothes off? Zach simply could not believe her request. He quickly complied and noticed Stella looking approvingly at his well toned body.

How about you take a quick shower first, she said. I'll wait here until you're ready. I was thinking about giving you a very special wank.

What do you think? Are you up for it? He showered and then slowly came back into the room.

She put her hands on his thighs, put her fingers slowly around his cock and slowly started moving up and down. Yeah. Oh, oh, fuck.

Oh, my God. Oh, oh, .