Sara and I took a clothing optional; hell, it was a nude catamaran cruse on the last day of our Baja adventure. The crew let us play with them and I ravished four centerfold quality women. No actual sex but a lot of playing around. I think that this was the first time Sara did any girl on girl maneuvers. There were times that I wished that I had my cellphone to document our adventure. Our car was delivered to Ensenada where the boat dropped us off.
After an early dinner we drove back toward the US border and was surprised at how easy it was to get through. I did a double take when Sara pulled out a US Passport. After we cleared the border checkpoint, she explained that she has dual citizenship. She said that it was a long story. We stopped in San Diego and headed toward LA the next morning. While on the road Sara took a call asking her to return home to consult on some legal matters. She tried to handle it over the phone but realized that she needed to be there.
She and William left from LAX's private terminal two days later. We kept up a torrid correspondence, writing each other every day. I had to admit that I did miss her. I enjoyed her presence, and not just for sex. I believe that we were developing a real relationship.
I plunged in to the producer's roll in Bret's project. My first task was trying to find an old train terminal to be used as a set in one of the scenes. Sometimes the days were twelve hours long. I enjoyed the producing but secretly I longed to be sitting behind a computer putting things together.
Like many nights, I got home after stopping for take-out and opened my computer and logged into my new email account. The one that Sara and I communicate on. Right on time there was a new message from Her Grace.
"Darling,
Can't you convince that slave driver Bret that you need to scout locations in England? I wake up nights wanting just one hand wrapped around your lovely cock. I want to lick the pre-cum off your crown; my tongue lightly grazing the tip. I want your cock inside of my pussy and our pubic hairs mingling as you ream my cunt until I scream.
I am so sad that we are not together. I try to make my evening martini, but it is not the same as yours, darling. If you will not cum here I guess I will need to return to LA. Prepare for battle Mr. Rogers, sharpen your sword, gird up your loins; make whatever preparations you must. I will demand the best of your cock, Champagne and Gin. Good sex will also be required, you understand that you can't touch another woman. I will find out.
There you have your orders be waiting for more information later.
All my love
Sara"
I replied:
"To Her Grace Sara Countess of Redding
Please come here as soon as you can I need you beside me in our bed. I want to finger your cunt while I suck your breast. My mouth belongs on your beautiful pussy, my tongue in your twat. You will be no match for me as I plunge my cock in your love hole. After I reem your pussy; you will beg for mercy from the relentless strokes of my iron cock. Only then will I allow you the pleasure of cumming. Only after I drown your pussy with my jis, will you be allowed to beg for an orgasm.
My tongue wants to bring your nipples to a full erection, so I can feel them against my body. You will be directed to suck on my cock to bring it to full power, so I can repeat the process.
All of my Love
JP Rogers.
I hit the send button and waited to see if she would reply. After a short time, my screen disappeared and was replaced by a picture of a large female breasts. The camera was moved and there was the image of a topless Sara Solsbery on my screen.
"Darling do not write like that again or I will need to change my bed. I came as I read your reply."
I stood and dropped my pants and underwear and displayed what she was missing.
"Got to go Darling, keep writing."
Her image disappeared and was replaced by my desktop picture, which was her portrait. I opened dinner and started to work on one of my current issues. Bret and the director were casting my episode and I checked the headshots for the candidates. I made some recommendations and sent them to Bret.
7:00 am would be coming soon so I went to bed after disposing the dinner containers. I looked at my laundry basket and planned to take it to the wash and fold place near my home. I got in bed and remembered that I put two drops of Sara's perfume on the pillow that she uses to reminded me of her.
My phone started to beep and vibrate. I thought that it would be Bret, but a familiar English accent assaulted my ear.
"Darling. I am over here thinking of you and wishing you were next to me. Every time I see your name in my inbox, I stain my panties."
"When are you returning?"
"I am needed over there in two weeks. We are deposing folks and they think that I am better at questioning people."
"Well I would not want to be looking at you across a conference table," I said with a small laugh.
"Mr. Rogers I will get my chance at you one of these days, and you will not like the stress I would put you through," replied Sara also with a laugh.
"I am imagining that I am between your legs and my mouth is covering your pussy; my tongue is probing your every crack and fisher; my hands are busy bringing your nipples to pencil eraser hardness. I display my hard cock but keep you away from it until I am ready."
Sara interrupted "Darling, that is nice, but you know that it will never happen, my mouth will find your tool and you will not get it back until it is drained completely. Continue on with your fantasy Paul, remember who the Countess is."
We both laughed at each other and I stroked my hard cock hoping that I would not need to change the bed sheets. Sara disconnected and I turned the lights off and laid on my hard-on trying to fall asleep.
Bret and I plus the other members of the production team continued to work. Principal photography was scheduled to begin in a month and we still needed to find another location. While Bret wrote most of the scripts, she found several experienced writers to help with changes and they started to send updates.
My going home was stopping by one of several take-out joints and eating alone. I usually had an email from Sara to stimulate me but not having her near me was becoming a drag. The defendant depositions were rescheduled several times and she chose to stay at home until needed. She was constantly encouraging me to make a trip to England, but I just could not swing it.
Bret noticed and threatened to fire me if I did not get my head in the game. She was only kidding but she was right. I owed her my best as a friend. I guess that virtual sex would have to do until either there was a break in my schedule or Sara came over to work her case.
The production finally started shooting and I spent several days on location making sure that the production went smoothly. The team was taking the weekend off, so I decided to travel home. I pulled into my drive way, pulled the bundle of laundry that I retrieved from the wash and fold service, and walked into the house. I looked around to see if anything was not the way I left it. Since Sara has a key she could come in while I was away. Her constant admonitions about locking my door jolted me from my daydream. I set the laundry down and put my computer on my table. Then walked to the door and locked the dead bolt.
I opened my special account to see if Her Grace the Countess had any news. There was a message with an attachment. I thought it was a photo, but it was something like a crossword puzzle. I did research on codes and this was a letter substitution code based on a square. I figured out the puzzle and the message told me to go to an address in the Malibu hills. I called her Mobil as she calls it and got the answering system. It was late and I was tired, so I resolved to show up tomorrow.
I finally got out of the house after ten the next day and traveled to the address from the message. The house was large and was like a fortress. I knocked on the door and explained to the person that answered I was looking for Sara Solsbery.
"Her Grace the Countess is sitting by the pool if you will follow me."
I was not announced and walked into the pool area similar to the pool we had at the Mexican Villa Sara was laying on a lounge with a martini glass and pitcher next to her. She was naked but wearing large gaudy dark sunglasses, that I had to admit were sexy. I stood away from her, she took a drink but did not notice me.
"Juan, would you please spread more sun block on my back?"
