Adventures of Hollywood Jim Ch. 10

The rendezvous with Brooke and Ashley was a memory now, and a good one at that.

Chris and I applied ourselves to Tigress' performance at the Miami Film Fest. The show went off as expected. We'd seen it enough times by now to know when our best chance for photos would be. For better or worse, that's how these shows went. The set list was always the same. It was up to us to mix things up photo-wise. But the girls were always good to us, and the festival was good to them. The show ended well after midnight, and with it the festival itself.

We grabbed a drink backstage and rolled off a few more shots before calling it a night. Our plans were for a departure back to LA in the morning. We packed up our gear and headed back to the hotel. Not long after I got in, my cell rang.

"Hey, change of plans." Chris said "Chuck got me a seat on their jet back home, do you wanna leave now with me or go home in the morning on the regular flight?"

"Geez, I'm really beat. I'll stick with the regular flight. Can you take the gear with you?" I replied.

"You got it, I'll be over in a bit."

Chris showed up a few minutes later, grabbed our gear and said he'd see me in LA.

I was asleep before I hit the pillow.

That morning I was getting in my last meal at the breakfast buffet when I received a note at my table that my car was waiting for me.

"My car? What car?" I asked.

"There's a car waiting for you outside, sir." The hotel rep said.

"Oh-kay, I'll be right there." I replied with apprehension.

I grabbed my carry-on bag and followed the man to the main lobby. But we were bypassing the front desk.

"Uh, don't I need to checkout or anything?" I was confused by this sudden change.

"Everything's been taken care of, sir. This way please." The coolly efficient bellman said.

I followed him outside to a large black Lincoln limo, all the while wondering who sprung for this as airport transportation. Tigress' record company? Could it be Chris? That was very unlikely. He'd spring for drinks and meals, but limos? No way! Not unless he was guaranteed as a passenger.

I got my answer when the door was opened and I looked inside.

"Hey, 'Hollywood'. Wanna go for a ride?"

Once again, Paris Hilton had surprised me.

And once again, I was very surprised.

She was wearing a stylish white sun dress, and espadrille shoes. Her blonde hair shimmered, even in the dim light of the Lincoln's interior. Every detail had been taken care of, as usual.

I climbed in, chuckling at how this lady keeps getting the upper hand with me. She was much craftier than I ever imagined.

I gave her a quick kiss and the limo pulled away.

"So what brings you here?" I asked.

"You, of course." She said in that sweet tone. "I told you I'd call you, I just didn't say how I'd call you." And she giggled a little, her smile was luminous, as usual.

"Is this your way of seeing me off?" I asked.

"Well, not exactly. See, we're not going to the airport." She began.

"But I've got a plane back to LA." I said

"And you will be going back." She continued "Just not today."

"Huh?"

"We're going to my place first." She said with a smile.

"Uh, where's that?" I asked as I saw the signs for the A1A highway entrance.

"Palm Beach. I think you deserve a break after all this." She said

"Palm Beach! Wait a minute! Chris left last night, he's expecting me back home-" I said exasperated.

"And you'll get there." She said in a reassuring tone. "I already called him, he's cool with everything. Especially since he'll be doing some more photos for me. I told you how good a job he did and you said-"

"He'd love the work." Remembering our last meeting in Vegas. "OK, OK I get it. But this is just so.."

"Unexpected?" she said

"Yes!" I said

"That's the whole point. I believe you also said that meeting unexpectedly.."

"..Was more fun. Oh, brother." I finished. My own words were being held against me. I realized she had me exactly where she wanted me. And to add insult to injury, she was laughing at my reactions.

I looked at her as she smiled a very crafty smile.

"OK, here's something else I said once." I began, with mock authority.

"Yes?" she said with a giggle in her voice.

"You are a crafty one Ms. Hilton." I smiled

We both laughed and kissed one another.

Paris explained that we'd be driving to the family compound in Palm Beach for "a day or two" as she said. It would be a long drive, hence the limo. Fully stocked with goodies for both of us.

She opened up bottles of orange juice and gave me a donut.

"So, what should I expect? I've never been to a compound before." I asked.

"Well, you can see how the other half lives." She replied.

"Geez, I've seen that in Vegas." I said.

"OK, let's see. There's a big house, private beach, a great pool." She explained wearily before leaning in close to me "and no one there but you and me." She said in a soft and sexy voice as she kissed me.

I knew this was gonna be one ride I'd never forget!

"And I have another surprise for you." She said sweetly.

"Oh?" I replied.

And she pulled up her dress slightly to reveal she had no underwear on, she smiled very sexily at my reaction.

"That is a surprise." I said now leaning in towards her. "and a nice one at that."

She giggled as we kissed much deeper now.

My hand immediately went for her pussy, getting it ready for me.

Once I felt it soft and warm to my touch, my head went under the dress and eagerly kissed her ultra-smooth love nest.

She gasped like I'd never heard before and was clearly surprised how I got down to business, fast.

I shoved my tongue right in there and felt her get wetter by the second. She tasted so sweet. She finally regained enough control to pull my head out.

"It's a long ride to the house, let's make the most of it." She said as she kicked off her shoes. She reached for my polo shirt and pulled it over my head. I worked on getting my jeans off (not as easy to do as you'd think in a moving car) while Paris slipped out of her dress, wow did she look great! We were totally naked now and groping one another like never before. It was so erotic knowing that there were cars passing by us unaware of the activity going on in our limo.

"You sit here, baby." She directed "it's my turn now."

She moved to one of the other seats facing me, spread her legs and began rubbing her pussy.

"Oh, this is nice." She said in a sexy voice as the limo silently hummed along the highway. "I feel so wet now."

She reached for a strawberry and slowly began to eat it, letting the juices drip onto her tits.

I leaned back and spread my legs wide. Then she took a banana, rubbed it along her slit, then slowly licked and ate it.

My dick was getting harder with no assistance from me.

Paris smiled as she saw the results of her handiwork.

She came over and sat on my lap. I kissed and fondled her, rubbing her pussy as she kissed me and whispered dirty words in my ear. She straddled my leg and slowly rubbed herself on it, the friction was making her feel good.

She stopped and dismounted my leg, turned around and went to work on my dick. Fully swallowing it and massaging it with her hands.

"Oh, god you're so good." She said breathlessly.

I felt like a king at that moment, I was sprawled across the seat of a limo with a gorgeous beauty engulfing my dick and telling how good I was.

I laid her across the seat and spread her legs now.

"Ooo, Fuck me Hollywood." she said in that whispery voice.

I was rock hard and slid right into her, she smiled widely as I began thrusting into her, I didn't ease into my rhythm, I wanted to rock and roll!

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh! OH GOD! YES! OH FUCK ME!" she was screaming now. I rammed into her like I never had before, this felt so good and so illicit.

I pulled her off the seat and we fucked with her on my lap. Her head was thrown back and she was apparently in such ecstasy, sounds weren't coming from her. Just staccato cries.

I could feel my explosion building now.

"I'm gonna come soon!" I said breathlessly.

"Don't come in me this time." She said quickly "Tell me when."

"Oh man, now!" I said.

Paris quickly dismounted me and jerked my dick while looking at me.

"Come for Paris, baby!" she said in that sweet, but naughty, voice I'd heard before.

And I exploded. She giggled as I came, licking any residual come off my dick

"Oh, nice!" she said with a big smile. "Did I do that?" she asked in a sweet voice that dissolved into laughter from both of us.

I was totally spent, as expected.

Paris cleaned herself off and curled up with me as we rode along naked to Palm Beach. I looked out the window at the ocean side rushing past us and realized that Paris was asleep in my arms now.

As relaxing as it was to see the ocean this way, I was feeling sleepy myself.

Why fight it, we still had a ways to go.

Paris awakened me with a kiss.

"We're almost there, sleepy head." She said

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I looked out and saw several giant homes pass by us. Paris was almost dressed and handed me my clothes.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked as I got dressed.

She looked at her diamond watch.

"Maybe 2 hours." She replied.

"Whoa, you really take a lot out of a guy." I said, still a little sleepy.

She smiled.

"Oh! There's the house!" she said excitedly.

Indeed it was. The Hilton family estate. It looked like a mansion in Newport, Rhode Island. Stone columns on the front, white stone all around. Against the perfectly manicured green lawn, it seemed to almost glow in the sunlight. I could glimpse the ocean in the distance. The Lincoln crackled as it rolled up the gravel driveway.

"This is it?" I asked, still a little stunned at the size of the place.

"Uh-huh. This is my house." She said, giving me a quick peck on my cheek.

A dark-suited driver opened the door and we stepped out.

"Welcome home, Ms. Hilton." A voice said from the entryway.

A crisply tailored man who looked like Robert Duvall emerged in a grey suit, accompanied by another man in a white shirt and khaki pants.

"Hi, Jarvis! This is my friend Jim. He'll be staying with me for the night." She replied pleasantly.

"I will?" I thought.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir." He said extending his hand.

"Yes, good to meet you too, sir." I said, still a little shaky at what to do in these situations.

"Any luggage, Ms. Hilton?" the second man asked.

"Oh, just the one carry-on bag inside." She said

"Oh! I can get that." I quickly offered.

"No, no, baby, you're on my turf now." Paris corrected.

"OK, uh, thank you." I replied.

"Glad to help, sir." The assistant replied.

Paris told him to take my bag upstairs and held my arm as she led me inside.

"Welcome to my home." She said with a smile.

The inside was just as sumptuous. Marble floors throughout made our voices echo. There were framed pictures everywhere, artworks hung on the walls and antique furniture truly made me believe this house had been around for a long time and held many memories.

"Forgive me for asking a dumb question, but is Jarvis like a butler?" I asked.

"Sort of, he runs the household, keeps things running smoothly, especially when we're away. He's been with us a long time." She explained in a cool manner.

She led me onto a back terrace that looked out on a huge pool, the ocean just off in the distance. In between was an expanse of lawn the size of a football field.

"Whoa." I said, speechless at what was before me.

"I know what you mean." She said with her arms wrapped around my back.

"I'll be right back." She said. And she went back inside the house.

I stood there, looking at this vast "empire" before me. Was I really here? Was I really with this girl, who liked me the way I was? And seemed to know me better than I did? Perhaps I really was 'Hollywood Jim' all along and didn't know it.

"OK, everything's all set." Paris said as she came back outside.

"All set?" I asked.

"Right." She answered. "The staff will be taking the rest of the day off. There's plenty of food, we have the place all to ourselves." She said as she embraced me and gave me a quick kiss.

"OK, first rule when you're here with me..." She said

"Yes?" I answered, somewhat confused (Rules? With her?)

"Whenever you're with me here, we have to be naked at all times." She said with a naughty smile.

"Oh!" I said with a raised eyebrow.

"So...let's get naked!" she yelled.

And we both stripped off our clothes and jumped in the pool. It was just like that night we spent in Vegas. We were splashing about, watching each other swim. I was getting hard again and Paris could tell.

I had the feeling I was gonna have a 24 hour hard-on the whole time I was here.

She was giddy splashing about in the pool. It was still an incredible turn on seeing her naked underwater. The water in the pool was an electric shade of blue. You'd have thought it was a watercolor painting the way the sunlight reflected off it. Paris was so casual the way she strolled about the grounds naked, she showed off a scintillating tan when we lay on the chaise lounge chairs and took in the sun. To think I was on an estate of this size, with someone of her stature, in this condition. Well, I couldn't think about it. I just lay back and let the sun tell me what to do.

"Take it all in 'Hollywood', take it all in." It seemed to say.

"So, you and Brooke hooked up, huh?" she asked, jolting me back to semi-reality.

"What?" I asked.

"You and Brooke, I told you you'd have fun with her, right?" she probed.

"Well, yes. Yes we did." I replied nervously.

"Did you fuck her?" She asked with a smile.

I was shocked at her bluntness.

"Come on, you can tell me!" she said.

"I, uh-" I stammered "I plead the fifth!" I replied.

She laughed in that giddy "Paris-style" laugh.

"Oh, come on!" She was now insistent.

"What if I did?" I now asked.

"Well, I'd say you had fun." She explained. "A guy like you should get to do somebody like her once. Every guy wants to bang some blonde with big tits."

"Uh-huh, and I suppose a guy like me should also get to screw some heiress with a place like this." I said with a wave of my hands for effect.

"Of course." She replied, giggling.

She turned on her side and looked at me.

"If you think I'd be mad at you, I'm not. You're a really good guy, I like being with you. You're so normal compared to the people I see. And I know all this can be really overwhelming." She explained.

Paris lay back on the lounge chair.

"But like I said, you deserve to have fun like this." She said as she put her sunglasses on and stretched her naked body out in the sun.

I had to admit, she was right again. I flashed back to that old Tom Petty song;

'Even the losers, get lucky sometimes.'

As the sun sank lower, Paris led me inside to the kitchen (still naked, had to follow her rules) and made us a quick dinner. I had to ask for details about the house, when it was built, the history, etc. She readily obliged, telling me all she knew. She pointed out who was who in the photos and casually dropped names of famous people who'd been there. I found myself turning into an obnoxious fan saying things like "Whoa! HE/SHE was here!" "They did WHAT here?". She thought my reactions were funny. To her, they were just friends of the family. Most of them had been here long before she was born, and now were just a fading memory on a photograph from long ago.

"Come on, let's go down to the beach." She said

I was so self-conscious walking out there totally naked, but she wasn't.

"Aren't you afraid some helicopter will fly over and they'll get a free show?" I asked.

"No, there's regulations against them here. It's been like that for a long time."

The beachfront was carefully groomed like the rest of the property. The sand felt incredibly soft under my feet.

Paris turned around gave me a big kiss.

"Let's go swimming." She said seductively and led me into the ocean. Although it was dark, the moonlight cast a glow over the ocean. The waves weren't too bad, Paris and I held one another close and let them cascade over us.

"Hey, I wanna try something!" I said.

I led her back up onto the sand and had her lay down. I joined her and we did our version of the "From Here to Eternity" kiss. She knew exactly what I was doing and she was an eager participant. I was getting hard again and she could tell. We kissed and rolled around on the beach as the waves rolled over us. She was giggling at all the beach sand and ocean water that was getting into all sorts of areas on us.

"I feel like sandpaper!" I said laughing.

"Me too!" she laughed. "Come over here, there's a shower."

She led me over to a freestanding shower set up to wash off beach sand. She turned the water on, it was a little cold but it did the job and we washed one another off. We kissed deeply under the water and she felt my dick. I was so excited I tried to pin her against the shower wall and fuck her, but she resisted saying;

"Let's go back up to the house." She said

We walked hand in hand back up onto the vast lawn. The moonlight cast its glow over everything. In the moonlight we could see one another as if a spotlight was on us. I was so taken by the atmosphere that I turned Paris around and kissed her deeply. She responded with a kiss of her own and a very sexy smile. I was rock hard now and she caressed my dick as we kissed. I felt her soft ass and she smiled back.

"This is nice." She said softly. The grounds were so quiet, only crickets could be heard. We embraced one another and took in the silence. Then I lowered us down to the ground and we lay in one another's arms.

"I know how to make this nicer." She said.

She then moved down and deeply engulfed my dick. Her mouth slowly slid up and down the length. She looked at me with a sweet look.

"How's that baby?" she said.

"Nice." I said, it all felt so good.

She started to jerk my dick a little before resuming her lip service.

"Let me return the favor." I said.

She crawled up and brought her pussy to my face, straddling my head. She tasted so good, ultra smooth to the touch and ultra wet. She started to make moaning noises.

"Ohhh, that's it....uh-huh baby...uh-huh." She moaned.

My mouth and tongue were enveloping her now.

"YES! THAT'S IT!! OH GODDDDD!!!!" she screamed out as her body tensed up, then relaxed.

She removed herself from me and lay on the grass. I turned over and kissed her tits, the nipples standing straight up.

"Oh my god, that felt good." She said, sounding exhausted.

"Let's make it even better." I said

"Oh, you sexy thing you!" she said with a giggle.

I climbed on top of her and my dick slid easily into her pussy. She closed her eyes and smiled as I began fucking her slowly. This felt so good, I felt like a king as I fucked my queen. I got up close to Paris and we kissed deeply and passionately as I quickened my thrusts.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck me Jim! Fuck me!" she cried out into the night air.

I kept pounding into her, she met my thrusts with excited cries and moans. She was really getting off on all this, like never before.

"Oh yes, baby! YES!" she cried out.

I could feel an explosion building.

"Baby I'm gonna come!" I yelled.

"Oh yes! Do it baby! Do it!" she yelled back

And I did.

I exploded into her and she smiled widely as she felt my explosion.

"Oh, wow!" she said, clearly out of breath. "I can feel you come!"

I lay on top of her for a moment, then slowly rolled off her.

We lay naked under the moonlight. The stars were like diamonds in the sky and the moon like a giant spotlight.

"That was great, baby." Paris said with a kiss on my cheek. She curled herself against me and we stared at the night sky.