Fly Me To The Moon

Percy Davis was an 18 year old lad who's so smitten to Hollywood starlet Denise Richards. He'd watched the movie "Wild Thing" 48 times especially that part when Denise had emerged all wet in white shorts and shirt. Percy was a fairly handsome guy similar to the type of like Leonardo di Caprio. But he is quite a choosy guy when it came to snuggling chicks. Girls were enamored to him but the only type of girl whom he had almost bedded was a Christina Aguillera wanna-be but whose teeth were wired and really had an awesome breath that turned him off.

Denise was his dream girl. Only a look-alike Denise would capture his desire. For him, it's Denise who's the coolest feline cat on the planet.

One day while in-line skating at the Sta. Monica Pier, Percy spied a red Mustang, GT. 500 parked by the curb. A sultry babe alighted and his heart skipped a bit. When the girl glanced up on him, his eyes almost popped out. It's Denise Richards, drop-dead gorgeous in a red dress of barely 'legal shortness' and Marc Jacob boots. Her eyes were covered with those wrapped around shades. He rolled up to her excitedly and greeted her.

"Hi, Denise!" exuding his friendly best smile.

"Oh, hi!" Denise answered radiating her golden charm.

"Ah, ah I'm Percy Davis and I'm a big fan of yours. I'm so surprised I saw you here."

"So this is your lucky day, huh?"

"Well, if you can give me an autograph I'll be luckier."

"You bet."

He reached for a pen into his cargo pants pocket and handed it to her. "Here, write on my shirt please."

"As you wish." Denise scribbled on his chest: Dear Percy, Keep your eyes on me, good Luck!!!, Luv, Denise. Percy was saying thank you, when two cars screeched by and there were bursts of gun fire. Instinctively Percy ducked and knew it was gang war that he barked on Denise to get down and take cover. Sporadic shots ensued as two cars sped away. Something flew into their direction and made a hard toink! on the side of Denise's car. It was a hubcap that made a slight dent on the car door and Denise fell on the pavement. Percy lay prone near Denise and he was shocked thinking that a stray bullet might have hit her.

Percy put a hand on her shoulder, as she lay unconscious by her side and called out her name but there was no answer. He examined her head. Nothing. He felt her pulse—it was beating. Percy was panting. When he turned her over he saw a blotch on her dress only to find out quickly that it wasn't blood but mired by a small puddle of water that she fell upon. He saw her car keys and quickly opened the door of the Mustang. He picked up Denise by her arms and slid her inside the car. He removed his roller blades, threw them on the back seat and started the motor of the car. What now? C'mon Denise wake up! Should I bring her to the hosp--? Percy's mind was racing a million miles as she fastened her seat belt.

Percy sped to his friend's apartment. Freddie Dripper was his friend who left him his keys to his apartment while he's gone off to Florida. As he drove the Mustang Percy kept crying out her name to wake her up. But she didn't. Her head dangled off her shoulder line swaying to and fro.

It was noontime when he entered the garage of Freddie's neat apartment. He heaved a sigh of relief when he managed to lay down Denise on a soft, black leather sofa. Freddie was gay but he and Percy were straight friends. They help one another in times of trouble or if there's anything the matter to resolve. Freddie was an architect while Percy was an art student interested in photography. Now he was on his own to solve this problem. He gazed at the splendid curves of Denise and what he could think of was take some pictures of her. However an inner voice was adamantly telling him to do the good thing about the situation despite an overwhelming desire that was surging within him.

Unable yet to think of what to do he let himself walk to the fridge and took a can of beer from it, pulled the ring tab and downed a fast gulp. But his eyes couldn't pull off on the visual treat lying on the sofa. The fact that he was alone with her conjured naughty inklings that made his heart pound out of his chest rather than within.

At last he decided to make an investigation first as to why she passed out. So he crouched by her side and examined her closely. He tried to recall what happened. He saw the hubcap flew and hit the car. Could it be that when it bounced off the car it hit Denise? Where? Carefully, he looked and searched through Denise's hair with his fingers feeling any bump in her head. He found a red mark on the nape of her neck. This should be it! The hubcap must have hit her nape and knocked her down. In the movies, if the hero were knocked down by a karate chop, later on he'd regain his consciousness. That put a glimmer of hope within him and he wished that Denise would soon wake up. Casting his glance on the smudged part of her dress, the temptation of removing her dress became imperative. He blew his fingertips, rubbed his hands together and began to unzip her boots. Then he reached the back zipper of her dress and pulled it down. Nervous as he could be, he sweated out the whole time he took off her dress. Finally he did it.

Now Denise was nude in her underwear. She was too sexy for him to contemplate and the only thing that stands in the way of viewing her private parts were her underwear. All he had to do was get his hands back to work to peel off her underwear and presto he's got an in your face close of Denise real life flesh. But he couldn't do it like he was having a symptom of the beginnings of paralysis. But even though he couldn't touch further beyond what he had done his sharp keen eyes were laying before her full naked figure without the benefit of peeling off her underwear. The faint outline of her nipples through the bra and the triangle mound between her legs are enough to fill his fertile imagination.

However Percy was attacked with guilt. He couldn't believe that he had abducted Denise and brought her into his friend's apartment here instead of bringing her to the hospital. Have I got a mind of a criminal? He asked himself. He fell on his knees on the floor suddenly breaking into performing an act of contrition and praying forgiveness from God hoping nothing serious had happen to her and that she would awake soon like she'd just fallen asleep.

The battle between bringing her to the hospital and just let her stay in the apartment raged on within him. Too late. He shook his head at the thought. He went into an ordeal of taking her clothes off and putting them back on would be a much harder ordeal. The more he stared on her body, the hotter his desire grew inside him. He made an attempt to kiss her but his lips stop short of touching her glossy lips. The strawberry scent of her hair wafted his nostrils. Not only was he hard in his pants, he could feel liquid fire oozing out of him like there was a nuclear explosion about to go off. He studied her heaving breasts, and managed to poke slightly a finger at the cleavage that bulged at the top of her bra. He couldn't tell though whether they were silicone-enhanced or not. His eyes moved over her genital area and his hand feebly followed to touch it but something held him off. He remembered his mother told him that a man must always think to do what are right and not the wrong thing and that had stuck to him. Somehow this was steeling back his good character.

Percy summoned every once of willpower to control his nagging desire. Suddenly the thought of compressing an ice pack on Denise's nape prodded him to fetch one and put it under her neck. He did and he felt good. Behaving well was better.

Meanwhile Percy went to the washing area and hung her dress to air it dry. Nuzzling his face over the fabric made him wonder if he was being a fetish or just so Denise-crazed. The vision of her lying nude on the sofa beckoned him like the only left delicious cookie in the jar that had to be taken and eaten pronto. But his caring instinct took the better of him that he fetched a blanket instead to cover her body. His body started to sweat. The sensual pout of her lips, her golden brown hair fanning around her well-chiseled face were testing him to the limit. He shut himself from the tempting view and sat across another chair.

When Denise made a soft moan, it told him that she'd wake up soon and there was nothing to do but wait. In a way he was feeling bright and optimistic.

Percy sank himself on the chair and picked a remote on the coffee table and clicked it toward the stereo player. A classical music came on the speakers and lulled him into sleep. Rollerblading all morning finally took a toll on him.

About half an hour later Denise finally drifted into consciousness. The sound of Beethoven's piano filtered into her ears. At first she wondered if she'd died and gone to heaven. She did not. It seemed a hundred demons were pounding her head. Her eyes opened wider and darted all around. Where am I?" Who is this man? Where's my dress? She wanted immediate answers. "Oh, my God what happened to me? She tried to recall. There were shots and then blurred thoughts. She sat up and the rustle of her movement woke up Percy.

"Who are you?" asked Denise.

"I... I'm Percy remember? The guy who asked you for an autograph?" He pushed out his chest to show his T-shirt where she signed her autograph on. It registered in her memory.

"You kidnapped me!"

"Oh no, you're mistaken. I brought you here in my friend's house just to make sure you're all right. I thought of bringing you to the hospital but since you didn't have any bullet holes I sort of decided that I'd just take care of you myself for which I would ask an apology if you think that I did wrong."

"Guess you did right 'cause the tabs would surely smell it and run sensational sorts of stories," she said as her hand rubbed the nape of her neck flipping away her long golden mane. The other hand remained clutched at the blanket covering her nudity.

"I didn't think of that one but thanks for understanding."

"Where's my dress?"

"Oh, ah I hung it outside to dry 'cause you fell on a puddle."

"Did you do anything else while I was passed out?"

"Aside from applying the ice pack, I did take notice of your beautiful body and right after that I covered you with blanket and I fell asleep here. Been practicing my roller blades since this morning and all that happened afterwards got me tired somehow and made me fall asleep."

There was a pause. Then Percy spoke again. "I think that was the spot the hubcap hit you and put you out of your senses. You must have a very alert guardian angel who saved you. You're lucky."

Denise whirled her head feeling once again the tender spot that got the blow. A smile curved up from her full sensual lips.

"Are you alright?" asked Percy.

"Guess, I am," she replied white teeth showing in her smile.

Percy nodded, half-smiling.

Denise rose from the sofa and stepped on the floor pushing aside the blanket from her body. She stood and not a care now to show her body clad in champagne colored lingerie.

"You like my body?" Denise asked in her sexy tone and it caused a sheer reaction from Percy.

He nodded. "Can I take a photograph of you?"

"I'm afraid not. I don't want you to share what you saw in me with your friends. I'd rather that this thing that happened here is going to be between you and me."

"If you say so," he said with a sincere tone.

Denise slowly walked up to him. The closer he viewed her lusty body, the harder his dick pushed against his techno pants.

Without further ado, Denise straddled his lap and tested his manliness under her softness. Her hands delved through his black tousled hair. She studied his boyish features.

"How old are you Percy?" she whispered audibly.

"Old enough to carry on with what's on your mind," he answered his eyes alighting from the effect of her progressively rubbing crotch over his.

"Like it?" she asked in her sultry voice.

"Yeah, I like a woman who knows what she's doing," he croaked."

Her hand traced the length of his dick bulging in his pants. "With your dick as hard as this we could fly to the moon."

Percy hissed. He couldn't talk or believe his dream girl was doing this to him.

Gently she lifted his chin and brushed her lips sensuously over his. He welcomed her and their lips grasped softly. His hands felt the smooth flesh of her back, stroking and caressing as their heads whirled at their mingling lips. When she broke the kiss, her hands reached at her back and undid her bra, flung it aside and offered her freed breasts to his open mouth. He didn't move his head and let her pert nipple glide along his lips. Before long he crushed her breasts together and tongued and sucked both her milk-tasting nipples. Denise sighed with pleasure.

When Denise thought that she would cry out of need, she slid down to her knees on the floor and reached for Percy's pants zipper. She zipped it open, slipped a hand inside and pulled out his seven-inch rock solid dick. "Hmmm...it's beau...ti...ful," she said as she stroked it with her velvety hand. Percy's cheeks dimpled as he sucked in breath.

"You have a condom?" she asked gazing up at him, his face a mask of pleasure enflaming her desire as well.

"No. My friend has and I can find it if you want to?" He wondered if he could last.

"Are you his boyfriend?"

"Ah, ah, ah... we're friends, real buddies if you know what I mean. Though he's gay, he knows I'm straight and we don't delve in any gay kind of relationships," he managed to say.

"Have you been active lately in sex?" she said smearing his throbbing dick gently to her nipples and then rubbing the shaft between her breasts. Surely there was clear fluid oozing out from the tip of his dick already.

"No! Ne...ver... done this before," he said raising his chin up, shutting his eyes as she licked him anew coordinating with a hand job.

When he gazed back at her, he caught her startled reaction.

'You're kidding me, aren't you?"

"No, ohh!" he groaned trying not to burst prematurely.

Denise lowered her mouth to him and swirled her tongue around the corona of his dick. Her tongue burned his dick with indescribable sensation.

"Gosh, you're delicious!" she said sucking him fervently.

"No need for the condom," she hissed and stood on the floor. She positioned herself on top of his hips and lowered her bottom to his upright dick and with her guiding hand slid it passed her wet pubes that had exposed after she pushed aside the crotch of her panties.

Heat flushed on Percy's face as well as his loins and his heart lurched as he saw his dick entered her. It felt like a hot oven. His eyes squinted. This was too much for him. He could see her swollen pussy, the lips hot and juicy swallowing his ramrod.

Denise began her moves, slow ups and downs building in him a sense of euphoria. She rewarded him with moans and gripped him tightly around her velvety warm pussy lips. His tongue flicked over her aching nipple and Denise's heart pounded in her ears.

Percy began struggling to hold back but her exquisite moves and the sight of her sensual body rocking him back and forth drove him rapidly close to the edge. Just when Denise thought that she would cry out in delight, a wave of an overpowering sensation rose from deep within her, and she climaxed with exquisite throbbing release. Percy felt her body shudder and that drove him to grunt and shot in torrential spurts inside her contracting pussy.

When she pulled out of him, his cock hardly deflated. She stepped out of her soaked panties and tossed them away and walked about to lay back on the sofa. Tantalized by her seductive reposing, Percy stood out of the chair and walked toward her with his dick still hard. He was randy as a dog after a bitch in heat.

As soon as Percy had knelt between her legs he plunged straight in.

"I love it," she gasped. "More, more, give me more!"

Very slowly, he withdrew and went down on her to taste her pussy.

"Oh ...my...god!" she shouted. "Ohhhh...goddamit!"

Instant orgasm. Exciting the hell out of Percy, he immediately shoved his dick back into her for more, catching in the throes, making her come again and again, and finally letting himself go with a triumphant yell.

He couldn't be satisfied. He lingered his dick inside her relishing that sticky, juicy of joining flesh. For awhile he dropped affectionate kisses over her face, lips, ears and neck. Denise was satisfied.

Later, Denise ordered smoked salmon pizza at Spago's and they ate, talked happily and made love again for the third time, this time in the Jacuzzi. With Denise, Percy felt he would have a hard-on for life.