This is a continuation of the story that I started with "Dreaming in the Shower." It continued with "The Countess." This is the third Chapter.
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"Why did I this fucked up?" I said as I stepped out of the car and worked my way to my front door. I waited as the ride-share driver drove off. After six months we finally "Locked" the movie and partied to celebrate. I checked my phone for the time and noted that it was 10:20. The party started at 3:00pm. The Executive Producer the Director and my crew went to a bar across from where we were working. Several bottles of Scotch, Tequila, and Bourbon, were procured and the group did not leave a drop. The director and I commented to each other about the younger members of the group drinking Scotch and Bourbon and not the Tequila. I had five Scotches, and one tequila shot, I was reaching for another shot of scotch, when I realized the bottle was empty. I do not drink this much but I was glad to get the movie finished. We needed a celebration. The evening wound down and I knew that I needed to take a ride home because of my inebriation. When I was in the back of the car I was trying to figure out why I drank so much; and trying not to make a mess. I checked my phone, there were several message flags on the home screen, but I could not read the messages in my state.
I was so happy that I would not be seeing those images, and listening to the dialog of the movie. We finished the movie everyone was happy with the result and glad to be finished. The producer and director will start the color correcting and the sound mix and I will be available if needed.
After fiddling with my keys I got the door opened. I closed the door and didn't wait to walk to my bedroom I dropped my clothes in the living room and walked to the bathroom. I would pick them up tomorrow morning. First I got the shower hot and stepped in to the enclosure. I turned the hot water off stood in the stream hoping that the cold water would metabolize the booze. The shock cleared my head but I knew that it would be a day before the liquor cleared my body.
I started to remember Sara Solsbery and my cock started to get invigorated. Usually men take cold showers to "Cool down" but it had the opposite effect on me. I remembered the night at the Beverly Hills Hotel and then the trip to the desert. I was surprised when the car pulled into a large ranch. Lady Sara explained that her father owned the place and several other pieces of property around North America.
"When I come over to America Papa wants me to check out the family assets," she said that day.
The night we stayed at the ranch was not soon forgotten. Our combined appetites for sex were barely met. Sara and I had intermittent contact since that encounter. My schedule and hers limited our contact to a few phone calls and emails. I was thinking about a trip to London but I could not plan anything until I felt better. I put my head under the cold stream one more time, and started to turn the water off. Not a coffee drinker I decided to get a cola to get some caffeine.
Before I turned the water off I thought I heard someone come in the house. I discounted that to the alcohol. After the shower was off I heard someone moving around my living room.
"John, I see your clothes but where you?"
That was the distinct voice of Lady Sara Jane Solsbery, and I wondered how she got in the house. I grabbed a handy bathrobe and walked out to the living room. I saw Lady Sara and William her butler/bodyguard setting up food and drink on my worktable. Sara had mentioned to me earlier, that William was former MI-5. So I doubted any door would stop him. William noticed my clothes on the floor picked them up and folded them. He put them in my bedroom.
Darling there you are, you must have received my messages you are already cleared for action as they say in the navy."
"Sara how did you get in?"
"The door was unlocked, darling and I hope that you don't make a habit of that," replied Sara.
In my fog I must not have set the deadbolt on the door. "Yes ma'am I will lock the door in the future," I said.
"William, I think that you and Maria can return to the hotel I will call when you need to pick me up."
The tall black man silently withdrew and walked out the door. I followed and locked the deadbolt. I walked back to the living room Sara was still setting up the table.
"First it is great to see you Sara, but did I miss some communication?"
"I sent you a whole series of texts, over the last two days. Did you not see them?"
Before things get out of hand I walked over to where Sara was standing and embraced her, I brought my lips to hers. The kiss was hot and wet.
"Did you not get my texts?" asked Sara when we broke.
"My phone was locked up, I was pulling almost 24 hour shifts to get the movie finished. Someone was supposed to be letting me know if I got messages. But I will not blame anyone I should have looked it over everyday."
"Darling, you look terrible, and smell like a distillery, where have you been?"
"The group was celebrating the end of the edit and I have had five shots of scotch and I think one or two tequilas." I reached for one of the sandwiches on the table. I walked to the kitchen and got a glass of water. I sat on the couch and consumed the food and water. I closed my eyes and the room spun around and I opened them quick to avoid something bad.
Sara came and sat next to me. I wanted to make love to her right then but I was still feeling the effects of the liquor. I really wanted her to slip her hand into my crotch and manipulate my cock. I enjoyed her male stimulation techniques. She had other ideas and decided to torture me by making me wait. She leaned over and kissed my ear using her tongue to suck on my lobe. I got the feeling that Sara was pissed at me.
"Darling you are not getting anything until you change your attitude. Smile and act like you're glad to see me," she whispered.
"Your Grace I am so glad to see you. I was going to fly to London after I finished this assignment..."
I felt a hand invade my thigh and move toward my crotch, but she stopped halfway.
"Her Grace wants to know how hard you are, darling."
"Countess, I am ready to perform, I think that you will find me erect."
"But how hard are you? Oak, Iron, Diamond, tell me should I invest the time?"
"Yes ma'am, I am worth the investment."
Sara's hand moved to my cock and she used her thumb to stroke the crown. She moved my head and our lips met. "Darling I missed you so much," Sara said.
I had to admit to myself that I missed her also. I reached up and brought her head to mine and kissed her. We stayed in contact for a full two minutes. Sara wanted to torture me by delaying what we both wanted. After we broke she started talking about why she was in the states and that her father was looking to purchase more property. She then told me about her shit of a bother-in-law, the husband of her sister. She kept massaging my cock bringing me to the brink of orgasm.
I finally brought her lips to mine and we kissed.
"John are you trying to seduce me?"
"Like you're driving me crazy by manipulating my cock."
She let go of my tool and I kissed her before she could say anything I stood and took her hand and directed her to my bedroom.
