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My name is Charles Masterson. My friends all call me Chaz. I'm 65 years old, and a retired lawyer. I'm not completely retired, I'm now a writer, having successfully published 5 novels, all science fiction. I was on a tour doing book signings in various cities to promote my new novel, my sixth. Due to the success of my last novel, this tour was much different than the ones I had done for my other books. Instead of small mom and pop bookstores, I was doing signings in big Barnes and Noble stores. And I was staying in a lot nicer hotels.
It was a Thursday afternoon in Orlando, Florida. I was doing a book signing at the Barnes and Noble in the Plaza Venezia. At these events, people who bought my book get in line by my table, and one by one come up to me and hand me the book. I then chat with them for a couple of minutes, and then write a personal message on the title page of the book and sign my name. I had done an earlier one that morning, from 9 to noon, and I was almost done with the afternoon one, which ran from 3 to 5. I had a similar schedule for the next day, Friday. The line had been 4 to 5 people most of the afternoon. Finally, I signed the last one. It was 5:15, but I never turned anyone away.
I took a taxi back to my hotel. It was the second week of my tour, and I was dead tired. I went straight to the bar off the lobby and ordered a manhattan. I sipped it slowly, letting my body relax. I decided to have dinner right there. I ordered dinner and had two more drinks as I ate there in the bar. I looked around frequently, but the bar was pretty empty, only populated by the occasional business traveler just finishing his day.
After dinner I went to my room, took a shower, and called and talked to my wife, Ronnie. She had fucked me good the night before I left, but I was getting pretty horny. After I hung up, I took off my hotel robe. Now naked, I sat on my bed with my laptop. I pulled up a video of my favorite porn star.
She had the screen name of Effie. She looked to be about 20 years old in the videos I had, and I think I had all of them. She stood about 5'5" tall and weighed about 120, with firm C cup tits. What fascinated me about her was her innocence. She had dark brown hair, down to her shoulders, with dark brown eyes, pearly white teeth and a dazzling smile. She was so easy going in the videos and looked like the girl next door. But she didn't hesitate to do 5 guys at once, take it in the ass, or lick cum coated dicks with enthusiasm. When asked to do something seemingly dirty, she just smiled that dazzling smile, said "OK," and proceeded to do all things pornographic as if they were like taking a drink of water. She took on 3 at once, let them fuck her ass, did ass to mouth, and let them cum all over her, always with that dazzling smile. Her videos never ceased to arouse me, and I masturbated and came in about 20 minutes. Then I went to bed.
Friday was expected to be a repeat of Thursday. I arrived at the bookstore at 8:45 with my Starbuck's black coffee and went to my table. The line started about 9:10, and I was signing most of the day with short interludes where there were no customers. It was late in the afternoon, and I was anxious to complete the signing as I was off Saturday and Sunday and was staying in Orlando until Sunday night.
At about a quarter to 5 I was busy signing a book when I saw a woman enter at the back of the line. She looked familiar. She had dark brown hair, down to her shoulders, and pearly white skin. She was about 5'5 and looked to be about 30 to 35 years old. She weighed about 135, and was wearing a tight, mid-thigh length black skirt with black 3-inch heels and no hose. The skirt was tight around her generous butt and hinted that she was a bit overweight. But the contrast of her black shoes and skirt and her alabaster white skin made her legs look spectacular. She had on a white blouse, buttoned to the top, but it pulled tight against her breasts which were at least C's and maybe D's.
But it was her face that was the coup de grace. Long and oval shaped, with deep dark brown eyebrows above dark brown eyes that sparkled, backed by that alabaster skin and a perfect nose on which perched a pair of dark rimmed glasses, and with what looked like a perfect set of white teeth, with a captivating smile. I looked at her and she looked back, giving me a beaming smile. I smiled back.
She had moved to the next in line when it hit me. Effie. The woman whose movies were on my laptop. The woman I had jacked off to last night. I finished with the man in front of her, and she moved up to the table, and handed me the book with her left hand. She had a big rock on her third finger, together with a wedding band.
"My husband is a big fan of yours," she said. "Would you make the inscription out to Jerry?"
"Sure," I said. "You're Effie, right?"
She looked at me quizzically. "No, Ellen. Ellen Morris."
"OK." I was pretty sure it was Effie, though. So, as I chatted, with her, I took out a business card and wrote on the back. "Effie:" it said, "I have all your videos on my computer. I especially liked 'Effie cream pied by 5 black guys.' I'll be in the hotel bar at the Hilton at Tuscany Village at 8 pm if I can buy you a drink."
I looked up at her deep brown eyes. "Ellen, what do you want me to write?" She told me and I wrote it, then blotted it as I use a fountain pen. Then I took my business card with the note on it, stuck it into the middle of the book like a bookmark, and handed the book back to her. As she walked away, I stared at her butt jiggling in the tight black skirt before turning to the next person in line.
* * * *
When 5 o'clock came, the store personnel closed the line, but again I signed books for all that were left in the line. I finished up about 5:20. I took a taxi back to my hotel. I got to my room about 6 and took a shower. As I got out, I looked at myself in the mirror. At 65, I looked pretty good. I'm not quite 6 feet tall, and thanks to playing amateur baseball, still had my swimmer's physique. My hair was still all brown, and I weighed about 175 lbs. I put on a pair of khaki slacks with no underwear, a tan golf shirt, loafers with no socks, and a blue blazer. Then I fired up my laptop, took care of my daily report to my publisher, and my email traffic.
I then sent an email to Ronnie, who was at home in Seattle. "Hi, hon. Met an interesting woman at my book signing today. I think she's a pornstar. Invited her for a drink, I'll let you know what happens. Chaz"
After that, I pulled up another one of Effie's movies, and I was more convinced than ever that it was her.
"Oh well," I thought, "even if it was, I'll never see her again. Just another brush with fame." With that, I shut off my computer, and went downstairs to the bar.
I got to the bar about 5 minutes to 8. Rather than sit at the bar, I took an open table, with 4 chairs. I sat facing the entrance to the bar. "Just in case," I thought. The barmaid came over and I ordered a Maker's Manhattan. 8 o'clock came and went. "Oh well, nothing ventured nothing gained," I thought, and I ordered another drink.
I was just starting to think about ordering dinner when Effie walked in. She looked spectacular. She was wearing a black, strapless cocktail dress, showing off her shoulders and with a plunging neckline that showed the sides of her breasts, nearly exposing her nipples. The hem of her dress was barely covering the tops of her black, thigh topped hose. She was wearing black heels again, but these were patent leather and the heels looked like 5 inches. She was carrying a black clutch. Her dark brown hair was piled on top of her head. She looked totally stunning. I stood to greet her. With her heels, she was nearly as tall as I was.
"Hi, Ellen, glad you could make it."
"You can call me Effie if you want."
"What do you prefer I call you?"
"Effie. I haven't been called that for a long time."
"OK, Effie," I said, as I held out a chair across from me. "Have a seat."
I held her chair. As she scooted into the seat across from me, I got a shot of that alabaster skin above her thigh tops. I retook my seat as the barmaid came with my second drink. I looked at Effie. "Sapphire martini, up," she said. I looked at the barmaid. "Got it," she said.
As I sat back down and took a drink, I stared into her eyes, and she gave me one of those dazzling smiles.
"Thanks for coming over," I said
"You're welcome, but I have an agenda," she replied.
"What's that?"
"I don't want the locals to know who I used to be."
"So? I'll be out of here Sunday night."
"I'm married now and have two teenage kids. I don't want them to know."
"I have no reason to upset your current life."
"Thank you. I appreciate that."
