A Birthday I’ll Never Forget
The story herein is nothing more than a fantasy written by a fan of the involved celebs and in no way represents known actions of said celebs. This is just fiction and isn’t meant to harm anyone. Now if you’re under the legal age to view adult rated, NC-17, stories in your local then please turn away now.
Everyone needs a vacation. This particular trip was for a small group of friends and we were heading to New Orleans for the weekend to celebrate my birthday.
We met at the airport bar at 9:00
on a Friday morning, and started the party then. I’m not sure how many drinks we had before making the 1-hour flight, but suffice it to say that we were pretty wired when we boarded the plane. We arrived in New Orleans about 11:30, and the flight attendants were glad to see us get off of the plane. We found a taxi and headed into town to our hotel.
Once settled in our rooms, we decided to head to the casino and see what Lady Luck was going to start us off with. Actually, it didn’t go too bad. We each left with a little more than what we walked in with.
Next was a short walk down to Bourbon Street, and hit the first bar we came to. We ordered our drinks, listened to the music, and laughed at the people dancing. After having a few, we would get out on the dance floor and make complete asses out of ourselves, but who cared? We didn’t know anyone and no one knew us. We’d stay around for about an hour or so, then go in search of the next one. There were a few that we really liked and wanted to remember which ones they were so we could come back later, but that’s not an easy thing to do when you’ve had too much to drink.
The day turned to night, and the partying got wilder. We were out on one of the dance floors when the DJ made an announcement and asked me to come up to the stage. Once there, he informed everyone that it was my birthday and that a group of us were in town for a weekend of partying. That just made the crowd wilder, and our whole group ended up with more free drinks. We hit the dance floor again and out of the blue this guy starts dancing with us. He cuts in and gets in the center of us, then starts dancing with each one. The guy was flat out FINE in my opinion. Tall, about 6’2″ or so, rock hard body, and a very nice ass. I had seen him at a few other places earlier in the evening, but didn’t think much of it. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t figure out why. Alcohol will do that to you.
I decided that I needed a break and went outside for a few minutes to get some fresh air. I was leaning against the building when I saw him come out. He came over to where I was standing and introduced himself as Rick. When he spoke, it dawned on me who he was. I could never get enough of that gravelly voice. You know, the deep down, melt your bones kind of voice. I’m thinking to myself, ‘No, it couldn’t be. No way is this happening. I am not standing here with Vin Diesel. It must be the alcohol affecting my brain.’ But when I really looked at him, I knew it was. But he said that his name was Rick. Ok, I’ll play along and act like I don’t know who he is.
“Hey Rick, I’m Gwen.”
“Nice to meet you. Did I hear the DJ right that it’s your birthday?”
“Yeah, it’s tomorrow so we decided to take a trip and celebrate.”
“Cool way to celebrate. By the way, happy early birthday.”
“Thanks. We thought so. Time to escape reality for a weekend.”
“God, I can relate to that. That’s why I’m here too. Well, me and a few of my friends. I guess this is the best place for it.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
We stood there for a few more minutes talking, then decided to go back in. The girls saw us come in together. Rick headed to his group of friends, and when I got back to our table, the girls were looking at me funny. I explained that I needed some air and went outside, and that’s when Rick came out. I decided that I’d keep his secret and not tell them who he really was.
Rick and his friends came over and we all introduced ourselves. Then back to the dance floor everyone went. It was a madhouse out there. Everyone was dancing in a big group, then we’d take turns dancing with different people. It was a blast. The DJ played a slow song and Rick came up behind me and asked me to dance. His voice sent shivers down my spine. I turned around and went right into his arms. He’s tall, but not too tall since I’m 5’8″. His arms went around my waist and pulled me close. I could have died a happy woman right then and there, but thankfully that didn’t happen. His arms were huge, and I loved the feel of his muscles. We talked while we were dancing, about anything and everything. I could listen to that voice forever. I was staring at his lips, wondering what they would feel like if he kissed me, when I realized that he had asked me a question and was waiting for an answer.
“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”
“I asked where you were headed after this.”
“Don’t know, where ever our feet take us, I guess. We’ve been bar-hopping all day and I don’t know if we’re even close to being finished.”
“Yeah, I noticed that you’ve been to several places. And no, you’re not even close. There are so many places around here that you won’t be able to hit them all.”
“What do you mean, you noticed that we’ve been to several places?”
“I’ve been watching you all evening. Discreetly, of course.”
“But of course. May I ask why?”
“Yes you may, but you won’t get an answer.”
“You’ll find out later.”
The song ended and we went back to where the two groups had taken up residence together. We decided to head out to another place, so off we went. I was walking with the girls when one of them asked me, “Why do you have that silly grin on your face? Do you know something that we don’t?”
“Because you look like you have a secret. So, spill it!”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“By the way you were looking at Rick during that last dance, I’d say someone wants something that only he has.”
“Hell, who wouldn’t? The man is gorgeous!”
“Be careful. You don’t know anything about him.”
“Nothing has happened so there’s nothing to be worried about.”
“Nothing has happened YET.”
While we were walking, I noticed Rick talking to one of his friends. Apparently, he was getting the same interrogation that I was. I also noticed all the women checking him out. I wonder if they’ve figured out who he is. Let’s hope not. Hopefully everyone is too drunk to care.
We finally reached our next destination, another bar just like the last. They all start to resemble each other when you’ve been drinking all day and night. Rick and the guys head to the bar and bought us a round of drinks, then the next thing I know he’s pulling me to the dance floor. He’s dancing behind me, so close that I can feel him. I raise my arms into the air, swaying back and forth to the music, and he runs his hands down my arms and sides, settling them on my hips. He pulls me back against him, my back against his chest, and we rock back and forth to the music. The music changes to a slow song, and I turn around in his arms, resting my hands on his shoulders.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
“You really don’t want to know.”
“Well, that’s one way to put it.”
“Really, what are you thinking?”
“What it would be like to kiss those gorgeous lips of yours.” Oh man, did I really just say that?
As he lowers his lips to mine, I realize that I must have. Either that or he’s a mind reader. Our lips touch, hesitantly at first, but find it to each other’s liking. Tongues meet and circle, deepening the kiss. It was a perfect fit. I ran my hands slowly, deliberately down the length of his back, down to his ass, then back up. He pulled me closer to him so I could feel the effect that the kiss was having on him. Good, glad to see that it’s working. He ran his hands down to my ass and let them stay there. The song was winding down, so we broke the kiss and came up for air.
“Damn,” he said.
“Nothing’s wrong, other that the fact that I have a raging hard-on now.”
“I guess I should say I’m sorry, but I’d be lying.”
“I’m not sorry either. Want to know why I was watching you?”
“I don’t know if I really want to or not, but tell me anyway.”
“One reason is that I was wondering exactly how long your legs are. The other is to see if your ass felt as good in my hands as it looks in those shorts.”
“Oh that’s classic! How long did it take you to come up with those?”
“I’m just kidding,” he says, chuckling. “Seriously, I was watching you and your friends earlier and there was just something about you. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like there’s this connection or something.”
“So how is your research going?”
“Hell yes, your ass feels great, but I still don’t know how long those legs are.” That made me smile.
“We’ll see what we can do about that part later. Want to find out anything else?” Where in the hell did I get the courage to ask him that? Oh yeah, too many Amaretto Sours.
“Don’t put the offer on the table if you’re not willing to pay up.”
“Oh, I’m good for it.”
“I’ll bet you are.”
We went back to the table and had a few more drinks, then decided to get away from all the noise. I told the girls that we were heading out and I’d see them in the morning. They started acting like MOM, telling me to be careful, but at the same time, have fun. They had hooked up with Rick’s friends, so I figured that it wouldn’t be too much longer before they started heading off in their own directions also.
We walked around watching the activities, and then veered off of Bourbon Street onto another one, this one much quieter. We were walking along when all of a sudden he stops, pushes me against the wall of a building and kisses me again. It started off slow and sweet and then turned into something else. It was like we wanted to crawl into each other’s skins. Our hands were all over each other, then he grabs my ass and pulls me tight against him. We came up for air and he said, “See what you do to me?”
“No, I don’t do that to you. With enough alcohol anyone could do that to you.”
“Maybe, but you’re the one who’s doing it right now. I told you that I had been watching you and your friends, and then when I heard that it was your birthday, I thought to myself that this couldn’t have worked out any better.”
“But why me? There are so many women to choose from out there. I know you don’t have a problem getting their attention. I’ve watched them on the street tonight. So what was it about me?”
“Because you’re real. You don’t put up a front and act like something you’re not. That plus the fact that you haven’t asked me why I lied about my name.”
With that I had to smile. “I figured you had a good reason to tell me you were someone else. I mean, if I were in your position, I would have done the same thing. I’m sure it gets old when women chase you because of who you are.”
We started walking again. “It does, and that’s why I wanted to get to know you. I know you knew who I was when I introduced myself to you outside earlier, but you didn’t miss a beat with it. I like that in a person.”
“The goatee almost threw me. It was your voice that sealed the deal. I was wondering what name you were going to use, but if you want me to call you Rick instead of Vin, then that’s what I’ll do.”
“I guess it would probably be the safest thing for all of us. If anyone heard that I was here, we’d have a mob scene on our hands.”
“I’d have to agree with that. Tell me about your friends. How do they fit into the picture?”
“They are some guys that I grew up with and we still keep in touch. I’m in between projects right now and decided I needed a vacation, so I called them up, grabbed a flight, and here we are for the weekend. What about your friends?”
“Same thing. Friends from way back who wanted to get away from it all and celebrate my birthday.”
“That’s cool. My friends keep me grounded and don’t let the fame and bullshit get to me. If it looks to them that it’s starting to, they pull me right back down. That’s what real friends are for.”
“I couldn’t agree more. We’ve gone through a lot of stuff together and it’s nice to know that you can call someone up in the middle of the night and they’d be there for you, no matter what.”
“That’s the way it is with us. If anyone of us ever needs anything, the others are there for him. Ok, enough of the serious shit. Where to now?”
We had been walking for awhile so decided to hit one more place before calling it a night, well, by now it’s morning. He led me into this one courtyard and it was nothing like we had been to before. It had a tropical theme and it was quiet – not the loud music that we had been listening to all night. There was a small waterfall at one end next to the bar, then several tables surrounding a dance floor. They were playing what I call “soft-rock”, the kind of music I like to unwind with. There were a few people on the dance floor, and Vin grabs my hand and leads me out there. The song was a fast one, so we started dancing and then it switched to a slow one. He grabs me close and said that he was hoping it would be a slow one so he could get me in his arms again. He definitely knows which buttons to push.
We had been dancing for awhile when I told him that I needed to get back to the girls.
“No you don’t. They’re being well taken care of.”
“By your friends I suppose?”
“Yep. Before we left I told them to make sure nothing happened to the girls, or they would have to answer to me. They all agreed that there was no problem in them staying around. They had already picked out which one they wanted for the weekend.”
With that I had to laugh. “I guess you did too, right?”
“Hell yeah, but I had already told them that you were off limits, and they had to choose between the other three.”
I started laughing. “What would have happened if my friends didn’t like yours? Did you ever think of that?”
“Yeah, and I told them that if the girls aren’t interested, then it’s no big deal. Just have a good time.”
“We didn’t come down here looking for guys. Believe me, that wasn’t even on the agenda. But since things don’t always go as planned, I’m not going to tell you to take a hike. Quite the opposite. I may be blonde but I’m not stupid. We’re pretty close to my hotel, want to walk me up to my room?”
“Sure. I don’t see that there would be a problem with that,” he said, grinning. And with that we headed to my hotel.
Once we got into the elevator, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. I wanted to fuck him right there but decided that because I had waited this long I could wait a little longer. We got off the elevator and he picks me up and carries me to my room. I start laughing and he’s telling me to be quiet. He set me down long enough to get the key-card out of my pocket, and then snatches it out of my hands, opens the door, and pulls me inside. He pins me to the wall with a kiss, then starts to kiss down my neck. I’m hanging on to him because I can’t support myself any more. This is something you always dream about but never expect it to come true.
I somehow manage to pull off his shirt and he pulls me against him again. We’re kissing and he reaches around, grabs my ass, and picks me up, sliding me against his hard cock. I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me to the bed. The muscles this man has are unbelievable! My mind is spinning. I’m in a hotel room with Vin Diesel and he’s only half dressed! I smile at the thought of that and he asks, “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing’s funny. I just realized that I’m kissing the sexiest guy in the nation and he’s only half-dressed.”
He grins and says “You know what that means?”
“That I’m very fortunate?” I answer.
“No, it means you’re way overdressed.” He sits down on the edge of the bed, and pulls my shirt up over my breasts and off my arms. He bends me back and starts to kiss my neck and down my throat. In no time he has my bra unhooked and slowly slides the straps down over my shoulders and arms and throws the bra to the end of the bed. His hands are on my bare breasts now, rubbing his palms over my nipples. I can feel them harden at his touch.
He lowers his head again, kissing my lips, working his way down over my neck and collarbone, down to my chest and he takes a nipple between his lips. I arch my back, almost pleading with him to stop. I can’t take the exquisite torture. He gives the same attention to the other nipple, gently licking, sucking and biting on it. I moan quietly, trying to catch my breath.
I push him back to where he is lying on the bed while I am still straddling his waist. I lean down to kiss him, and follow the same pattern as he did with me, going over his neck, dipping my tongue into the hollow of his collarbone, kissing down across his chest, licking his flat nipples.
I slowly trail my tongue across his abs, loving the way he tries to stifle a giggle as I trace my tongue around his navel. My hand goes to the large bulge in his jeans and I squeeze it gently. He groans and I start to unbutton them. I lick just above the waistband of his briefs, slowly pulling them down and kissing the skin as it’s revealed. He raises his hips off the bed, allowing me to completely undress him. I grasp his hardness in my hand, gently squeezing the shaft as I lower my lips and kiss the head. His eyes are closed and I trace my tongue around the tip, gathering up his pre-cum. He squirms beneath me as I take the whole head into my mouth, sucking gently. I take more and more of him into my mouth until he touches the back of my throat. I slowly pull the length of him back out of my mouth to the head, swirl my tongue around and take it all back in again. All of a sudden, I change the angle of my head as he slips deeper into my throat.
“Ohhhhh, God . . .” he moans as his hands tangle in my hair. My warm, wet mouth moves up and down on him slowly and gently for a few minutes, his breath is coming in short gasps.
“Gwen, you’re going to make me cum,” he says as I continue sucking him, massaging his balls with my free hand. His whole body tenses up and he groans. Soon his hot white liquid squirts into my mouth. I continue sucking him, tasting his cum as he softens in my mouth. I release him and lick the remaining cum from him. I move up and lie next to him, my hands tracing patterns across his chest, listening to his breathing quiet down. He lazily reaches out and brings my hand to his lips, kissing my palm.
“Damn!” he says to me, finally opening his eyes.
“Not a damn thing. It’s just that usually when I’m with a woman it’s all about her. They just want me to get them off. Some won’t even go down on me. If they do, most won’t let me cum in their mouths. They pull it out right before I’m ready to shoot my load. But like I said before, you are real. You know what you want and you’re not afraid to go for it.”
“You’ve learned all that in the past few hours?”
“Being in this business, I’ve learned to read people. I can tell when someone is out for something, if they have a hidden agenda. But you, you’re different.”
“I’m just out to have a good time. It’s just coincidence that we happened to be in the right place at the right time, and things just clicked.”
“I’m glad they did. You know what?”
“You still have on too many clothes. I’m lying here butt-naked and you’re still wearing clothes. I think we need to fix that.” And with that he flips me over and takes care of my shorts and panties in no time.
“Damn!” he says, running his eyes up and down my body.
“Now what’s wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing. Exactly how long are your legs?”
“Long enough. Thirty-six inches from hip to heel, to be exact.”
His hands followed the same path that his eyes did. A trail of kisses follows his hands, up to my stomach, my breasts, licking and sucking each one, then on to my shoulders, finally to my neck and face. His fingers search out the place that he wants to be, finding me wet with need for him. He kisses me deeply, then leaves a trail of kisses back down my stomach, pausing long enough to tug on my navel ring, then lower to my pussy. First licking the lips, then sucking gently. His tongue finds my clit, and he gently sucks on it. I’m going wild. I love the feel of his mouth on me, but I need more. I try to get him to stop, but he won’t. He keeps on, licking and sucking my clit, until I cum.
Slowly he crawls up the bed, covering my body as he goes. He pauses for a minute, running his fingers through my hair, then softly kisses my ear. I look into those brown eyes and I lose it.
“Please Vin, I can’t wait any longer!”
“Be patient. Good things come to those who wait.”
He starts to slide into me, but pauses for a second or two. I’m trying to pull him in deeper, but he holds back, only giving a little at a time. Once he is completely inside me, we lie there and enjoy the feel of it – hot and wet. He kisses me deeply and slowly starts to move in and out. My body is tingling from head to toe. I love the feel of his muscles flexing as he moves.
I have my legs wrapped around his waist, trying to set the tempo, but he is going at his own slow pace, driving me insane. He starts to speed up, thrusting harder and harder inside me. I rake my nails down his back and grip his ass, pulling him into me. I tell him that I’m almost there, and he leans down and kiss me deeply, sending me over the edge. He can feel me cumming, pulsing around him, which makes him cum too.
Once our breathing becomes normal again, he slides off to the side, holding me in his arms. I look up at him, and he has a grin on his face.
“What is that grin is for?”
“OK, now what?”
“Why is that when I say ‘damn’ you always assume it’s something negative?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to do anything to shatter this dream. This is one of those times that I want everything perfect.”
“Oh I’ll let you know if you do something that I don’t like. So far so good.”
“Alright, you probably just jinxed it. Now the rest of the trip will probably suck.”
“Not if I have anything to do with it. Are you sharing the room with one of your friends?”
“No. We decided that we would all have our own rooms, that way if someone wanted to flake out early, the others coming in later wouldn’t bother them.”
“Sounds reasonable to me.”
“What about you and the guys?”
“Same thing as far as separate rooms, but not for the same reasons. If we scored this weekend, we wanted our privacy.”
I laugh at that. “Just like a man. Brutal honesty. I’m like that, and some people don’t like me because of it. But that’s just the way I am.”
“That’s good. Not good that people don’t like you, good that you are honest. You are one of the few people who I can be myself with, and that’s a very good thing. Most people want me to be the person they saw in one of my movies, but that’s not me. He’s just a character that I brought to life. You’d be amazed at some of the shit that I’ve had to go through.”
“I guess some part of you has to be insane in order to survive it all, but on the flip-side, retain a little sanity for when you want to be yourself.”
“You know, you are a very wise woman. I couldn’t have said it any better.”
“So what do we do now? Do you get up, get dressed, say ‘Thank ya kindly’ and ride off into the night?”
“Is that what you want me to do?”
“Hell no! Do I have STUPID tattooed on my forehead? I want you right where you are.”
“Then right here is where I’ll stay.”
We prop the pillows up behind us and flip on the TV to see what’s on, which turns out to be not much at 3:30 in the morning, other than a few movies on pay-per-view. I settle back against his chest and before long, I fall asleep in the circle of his arms.
The next morning I wake up to find myself totally naked, which is nothing new since I sleep in the nude, and totally alone in my room. I think to myself, ‘Did last night really happen? Did I meet Vin Diesel? No, it was just a dream I had. I passed out from too much alcohol and had a dream about him. But damn, what a dream.’
It was at this particular moment that I heard the door to my room open. Not knowing who or what to expect, I screamed. There, standing in my doorway, big as life, was Vin.
I try to cover myself but he stops me. “Why are you trying to hide from me? I’ve seen and tasted every inch of your lovely body, so why play shy now?”
“Oh no, this can’t be happening! It wasn’t real. Us together last night was in my dream. You’re not real. Oh man, this must be one hell of a hangover. I’m hallucinating or something.”
He walks over to the bed, leaning down to give me a kiss. “Afraid not. I’m real and last night really happened.”
“But when you weren’t here this morning when I woke up, I thought that I had dreamt all of it. Where were you? And how did you get into my room?”
“I decided to let you sleep in, so I slipped out earlier and went up to my room to shower and change. I borrowed your key-card and let myself back into the room. I was hoping that you would still be asleep when I got back.”
“I was just lying here trying to decide if last night was real or not.”
“Well, now that I’m here, what do you think?”
“Real. Definitely real.”
He leans over to give me another kiss. “Are you going to lay around all day or get up and join the world?”
“I had thought about joining the world, but since you’re here, any chance I can talk you into joining my little world?”
“I’ll make a deal with you. You join the real world for a little while today and then I’ll join yours later.”
“Deal. Will you go start the shower for me while I get my things?”
“No problem,” he says, walking over to the separate shower. He reaches in and turns on both the hot and cold water, letting it run. He turns to ask “How do you like the water, hot or …” but his voice trails off in mid-sentence when he sees me walking towards him.
The look on his face is pure lust. Once I reach him, I start to unbutton his shirt, but he stops me. “Here, let me do it.” And with that, he rips it open, sending buttons flying every direction. He sits down on the vanity stool and takes off his shoes and socks, then his jeans and underwear. God the man is built!
He grabs my hand and drags me into the shower, pinning me against the shower wall with his body, kissing and nibbling on my neck and shoulders. He grabs my waist, lifting me up as he braces me against the wall, positioning his cock right at my pussy. Slowly he lets me slide down the wall and onto his waiting cock. Inch by slow, delicious inch, he buries himself in me. He holds me there for a second or two, savoring the feel of my hot, silky flesh completely wrapped around him. Then he starts thrusting inside of me. Slow at first, then faster and faster. I wrap my legs tighter around him and grip his shoulders to help by slightly pushing myself up and then sinking back down, trying to get him deeper and deeper inside me. Our tempo increases as the sensations take over our bodies and we start moving faster and faster. He grips my ass tighter and pulls me against him, thrusting harder and deeper than before. Then with one last thrust, he feels my pussy tighten and clamp down on him, which pushes him over the edge. He throws his head back and moans as we cum together. He let go of my legs and I slowly slide back down to stand there as he braces himself against the wall, both of us trying to catch our breath as the water streams over our bodies.
“Well, that was definitely more fun than the shower I took earlier.”
“Why? Nobody to share it with?”
“Nope, which is why I decided to come back down here to your room,” he says with a devilish grin, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.
“What do you mean, ‘back down here’?” I remark, following him.
“Didn’t I tell you? This is the same hotel where me and the guys are staying.”
And with that statement, reality set in. “OH NO! The girls! What time is it?”
He glances into the bedroom at the clock. “It’s 10:15. We’ve got plenty of time.”
I walk over and pick up his buttonless shirt. “Looks to me like you need to go get another shirt, unless you plan on parading around without one.”
He walks over to where his pile of clothes is sitting, and starts to get dressed. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” And with that, he gives me a quick kiss and heads out the door. While he’s gone, I get dressed and head back into the bathroom to do my make-up and hair.
When he returns, I’m in the bathroom pulling my hair into a ponytail. “Why don’t you wear your hair down?” he says, watching me in the mirror.
I turn to him and rub his nearly bald head. “Considering that you don’t have much hair, you wouldn’t understand the fact that it’s hot and I want it off my neck and out of the way.”
He moves to stand behind me and leans down to nibble on my neck. “Mmmmm, I think I like it this way. No hair to get in my mouth.”
“Exactly what I said … ‘out of the way’.”
And with that he starts laughing. Looking at the clock, he comments, “It’s almost 11:00, time for you to go meet the girls.”
“I know. Do you want to come with me? I mean, now that it’s morning and they’ve sobered up, don’t you think they are going to have questions? I’m sure that they’ve figured out who you really are, so now what do we do?”
“We try to enjoy the rest of the weekend. But now that it’s daylight, and when we leave this room, everyone is going to recognize who I am. Some people won’t make a big deal about it, but then there are some that will want to stop and take a picture or want an autograph. Do you think you can handle that?”
“I think so. But we need to check with the others to see what they want to do. If it were just you and me on this trip, I’d say that it would be no problem, but I have others to think about. The only thing we can do is ask.” And with that we left the room and headed downstairs.
The only one to see us coming off of the elevator was my friend, Jenn. I could tell by the look on her face that she recognized him. The others were seated around small tables, talking to Vin’s friends. Maybe this was going to be easier than I thought. We approached the group and the looks on my friend’s faces were priceless as they each recognized who he was.
Before any of them could start their questioning, I decided to lay it all out. “First of all, I’m sure that since everyone is sober and awake, you recognize who he is. Last night he didn’t want to use his real name, such as it is, because he didn’t want a bunch of people crowding around and ruining the evening. But today will be a different story. I’m not sure what you want to do, but if he and the guys come with us, we’ll be dealing with the fame side of his life. So, I’m going to leave it up to you to decide. If you want it to be ‘just the girls’ then that’s the way it will be. But if you think that you can deal with all the extra attention we’ll be getting, then we’ll all go out together.”
It didn’t take long for them to decide that we would all go out together. Each of them had hooked up with Vin’s friends, so it was going to be all eight of us going out and having fun together. His friends were used to that part of his life, and we were going to learn about it. As it turns out, it wasn’t too bad. Most people left him alone and very few wanted to stop him.
We headed out to eat lunch, then decided to do the tourist thing. We went to the Aquarium of the Americas, then boarded the Eco-Cruise that would take us to the Audubon Zoo. Everyone had a great time. We finally made it back to the hotel around 4:00, and Vin said that he and the guys had a surprise for us and to meet in the lobby at 5:00. I tried to get it out of him, but he wasn’t going to be cooperative. He walked me to my room and said that he’d be back in a little bit.
I was stepping out of the shower when he came back to the room with a change of clothes. “Damn, I thought I could make it back before you got out of there. Care to join me?” He walks over and tugs at the towel I’m holding.
I lean up and lightly kiss him. “Take a rain-check? We need to get dressed and downstairs for the big surprise you guys have planned. I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight.”
“Alright. But tonight you are mine.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He gets undressed and steps into the shower while I sit at the vanity and start to put on my makeup. The shower has glass walls on two sides, so I decide to sit back and watch him. He lathers up the washcloth and runs it all over his body, making me wish that it was my hands. Shit, I’m getting wet from just watching him take a shower. Once he’s finished, he grabs a towel and dries off, then heads into the bedroom to get dressed, but not before stopping behind me to ask if I liked the show.
I started laughing and followed him into the bedroom to get dressed. As I walked by him, he pops me with the towel he was wearing around his waist. I grabbed it, and he yanked on it so it would pull me to him. He grabs the towel I was wearing, leaving me naked.
“I’d advise you to hurry and get dressed because if you stand here like that for very much longer, I’m not going to let you out of this room and you’ll miss the surprise.” And with that, I was dressed in record time.
We made it downstairs with time to spare because we both knew that if we stayed in the room much longer, we wouldn’t be leaving it until the next morning. Apparently everyone else had the same idea, because they arrived right after we did.
Vin walked over to the front desk and talked to one of the clerks, and then a man dressed in a suit walks up and talks to Vin. He motions for us to follow him. Outside, a stretch limo is waiting for us.
“Where are we going in this?” I ask Vin.
“I told you, it’s a surprise. So quit asking and just enjoy it,” he says, giving me a quick kiss.
We all pile into the limo, the girls wondering what’s going on, the guys wearing smug smiles because they already know. We travel through the streets of New Orleans, then out to the Toulouse Street Wharf to catch the Riverboat Dinner and Jazz Cruise. As if that wasn’t enough, Vin has reserved a private room for all of us, away from everyone. We have our own buffet tables and the food is delicious.
Everyone finishes their dinner and we decide to go outside with the others and enjoy the evening on the river. The moon is just coming up and it is beautiful. I’m standing by the rail, enjoying the night, when Vin comes up to me.
“So, what do you think? Too much?”
“Yes, this whole weekend is too much. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. And in case I forget to tell you tomorrow, thank you for this weekend. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined anything like this could have happened. You have really made this a birthday that I’ll never forget.”
He pulls me into his arms and kisses me. “There’s more to come.”
“Vin, this is more than enough. Me and the girls are having the time of our lives, but you have to stop.”
“You don’t understand. The ‘more to come’ is for me and you, later.” And with that he turns me around in his arms so we can watch the moon come up over the river. Who would have thought that Mr. Tough Guy has a soft side?
The riverboat pulls up to the wharf and everyone disembarks. We are all standing around wondering what’s next when Vin grabs my hand and starts walking. Everyone follows. Down the wharf a little ways, two carriages are waiting for us. We get into the carriages and go on a tour of the French Quarter.
When the tour is over, they drop us off at the hotel. We head back to Bourbon Street for a little while, but drinking and dancing is not what we have on our minds. We stayed with the group for a little while, but eventually made our way back to the hotel.
Instead of going to my room, we went up to Vin’s suite. Now, I thought mine was nice, but when you are Vin Diesel, it’s nothing but the best. I walked into his suite and almost fell over. It was beautiful, and it was huge. He had a balcony off of the living area, and the doors were open with the curtains drawn back, and the cool evening breeze was blowing into the room. There were candles lit everywhere with music playing on the stereo. He walks over to the bar and pours me an Amaretto Sour. I slipped my sandals off and enjoyed the plush carpet.
“How did you pull this one off? The drink, the candles, all of it? Come on, fess up.”
“I called the hotel while we were at one of the clubs earlier and told them that I’d be arriving in a little bit, and they came up and took care of it all.”
He hands me my drink. “Mmmmm, to my knight in shining armor.” I salute him and take a drink, following him out onto the balcony where he pulls me onto his lap when he sits in one of the lounge chairs. “What did I do to deserve this weekend?”
He slowly caresses my face. “I said it last night, there’s a connection between us. I don’t know what you call it, fate or whatever, but for some reason I knew that I was supposed to be here this weekend. And I guess you are the reason.”
I lean down and lightly kiss him. “Sounds perfectly logical to me.”
“I hate to put a damper on the evening, but what time is your flight tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow afternoon at 1:00. Why?”
“Just curious as to how much longer I have you all to myself.”
“We’re leaving the hotel around 11:30 to head to the airport, so I’m yours until then.”
“Very good,” he says, pushing me up from his lap and pulling me back into his domain. “Dance with me?”
There was a slow song playing on the radio, or maybe it was a CD with nothing but slow songs on it, and I went into his arms. We danced for a little while, then with each song, more and more clothing disappeared. First it was his shoes and socks, then his shirt, then mine. Next off was my bra, his pants, my skirt, his underwear, then mine. As each article of clothing was removed, our need for each other grew. By the time we had undressed each other, we were ready to explode. Dancing naked together was wonderful. His hands were roaming all over my back, down to my ass, up my arms. I did the same to him, loving the way his muscles flexed each time I touched him.
He took my hand and led me into the bedroom, another large room with the balcony doors and curtains opened, more lit candles. This was something out of a fairytale. These kinds of things happen only in your dreams, except my dream was coming to life.
He led me to the bed and when he hands me a blindfold, I get a little nervous. “Trust me, Gwen. I’d never do anything to hurt you. Tonight is for you. Let me do this for you.” And with that, he ties the blindfold behind me.
He lies me down on the bed, then leaves the room for a little bit. The sounds of the night filter into the room, sounds of a jazz band playing off in the distance, sounds of people on the street. He comes back into the room and sets something down on the table beside the bed.
He sets on the bed and leans down to kiss me, a deep, passionate kiss. The kind that you never want to end. He pulls away and takes something off of the table. It smells like chocolate. The next thing I know, there is something warm dripping onto my breasts, down to my stomach, then further down. He takes a little of the chocolate and drips it on my lips and before I can taste it, he’s licking it off of them. I try to kiss him but he’s off to the next step.
The next sensation is coldness, but not too cold, in the same places that the chocolate went. It smells like Cool Whip.
“Vin, what in the hell are you doing? Am I some kind of dessert or something?”
“Something like that,” he says with a chuckle. “Just lay back and enjoy the sensations.”
He leans down and kisses me deeply as he drops a small spoonful of ice cream on my stomach. I scream but his kiss smothers it. I try to wipe the ice cream away, but he grabs my arms and won’t budge. He ends the kiss and while still holding my arms, starts to lick the chocolate and Cool Whip off of me. Inch by inch he licks me clean, but not touching the ice cream.
“Are you finished?” I ask.
“Not yet, one more thing.”
And with that, he leans down and quickly eats the ice cream, then licks my cunt with a cold tongue. He opens my legs and licks my clit, bringing me up off the bed. His tongue is so cold that it’s almost painful. But at the same time, it’s exciting. I guess it’s the pleasure/pain combination that keeps me from telling him to stop. After a few licks, his tongue warms up, and it doesn’t take long for me to cum. I don’t know if I should be furious at him for doing this or glad because the torture is over.
He takes the blindfold off and scoops me up, carrying me into the bathroom. He quickly starts the shower and pulls me into it with him. “Lets get you cleaned up.” He takes the washcloth and lathers it up, running it all over my body, leaving no place untouched. I feel like putty in his hands and lean against the back of the shower for support. He pulls me under the spray of the water to rinse me off.
Slowly I reach up and kiss him, whispering into his ear, “Now it’s my turn.” I start to kiss my way down his chest, stomach, then down to his hard cock. I slowly take him into my mouth, licking and sucking gently. Now it’s his turn to lean back on the shower wall for support. Up and down his cock my tongue goes, teasing him, making him want more. I take all of him into my mouth, feeling him swell even more, making him go wild. He tells me to stop, but I keep going, stroking and licking until I feel him explode in my mouth.
We get out of the shower and dry each other off, wanting each other more than before. We know that this is our last night together and we want to make it last. He leads me back to the bed where he gently lays me down, covering my body with his. Our hands are all over, desperate for each other’s touch. In no time he’s hard again.
This time, our loving is slow and hot, taking our time, savoring each moment. Slowly and gently he slid into me. My body convulsed with the familiar way it felt. He began to fuck me slowly, the passion building until we both couldn’t take it any longer and then he would stop and we would lay motionless for a minute before beginning again. Slowly we built ourselves into sexual ecstasy, loving the way our bodies felt together. Soon we were all over the place, our slow lovemaking built into a frenzy. I was on top and riding him. Our sweat mingled together, as I slid up and down his cock, excitement building until both our bodies were tense. Soon I felt his cock throbbing and I knew he was cumming. I felt his whole body shake and it was enough to send me over the edge. I collapsed onto his chest, lying there still joined with his body, listening to our breathing and the sounds of the night. I slid off to his side and he pulled the covers over us.
“Happy birthday, Gwen,” he says as he kisses me tenderly.
“This is more than any women would ever expect. Thank you for making my birthday something I’ll never forget.” And with that, we drifted off to sleep.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of running water, so I went into the bathroom to join Vin in the shower. The time on the clock showed 8:00. He was startled when I opened the shower door and stepped in.
“What are you doing up?” he asks.
“The shower woke me up, so I thought I’d join you.”
“I was going to finish my shower, then head down to your room to get your things and bring them back up here so you’d have them when you got up. But, since you’re here in the shower with me, care to wash my back?”
“Is that all I get to wash?”
He pulls me into his arms. “You can wash anything you like.” And with that, I take the washcloth from him and start washing him, from head to toe, neglecting nothing. Each time I run the washcloth around his hardening cock, he sucks in a deep breath. “Keep that up and your going to get fucked again.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.” Suddenly he grabs me and pins me against the wall, kissing all over my body. Once he gets down to my pussy, I prop one leg up on the shower seat to give him better access. Slowly he licks the lips, then nibbles on my clit. His tongue darts in and out of my cunt, fucking it that way, while his fingers are creating magic with my clit. It doesn’t take long and I’m ready to cum, but he doesn’t let me.
He quickly pulls me away from the wall so he can sit in the shower seat, then pulls me down to where I’m straddling him. Slowly he eases me down onto his cock, inch by inch. The shower has a towel rack built into the wall, so I grab onto that and use it for leverage. Starting off slowly, I ride him, speeding up every now and then, but always slowing back down. After a few minutes, he spins me around facing away from him and bends me over, fucking me from behind. It’s too much for me, and I tell him that I’m going to cum. After a few more thrusts, he cums too.
We wash off in the shower and head into the bedroom to get dressed for breakfast.
“Vin, I don’t have any other clothes up here.” I grab a robe off of the door and put it on.
“I know. You distracted me earlier. Let me run downstairs and get your things, then you can get dressed up here.”
“Sounds like a plan.” And with that, he quickly gets dressed and heads out the door, leaving me alone to wander around his domain. I head out to the balcony to enjoy the morning sounds and smells of New Orleans. That’s where he finds me when he returns with my things.
“I grabbed everything I could find. I searched the closet, drawers, everywhere. I only found one bag. Is that all you had?” He hands me my bag.
“Yes, I like to travel light. Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be ready.”
He heads over to the phone, where I assume that he’s calling the guys to find out what their plans are. Then he comes into the bathroom to watch me get dressed. It’s a little unnerving when you’re not used to that kind of attention. But I wasn’t about to kick him out, either. So I just acted like he wasn’t there and went through my normal routine of getting ready to start the day.
A few minutes later there is a knock on the door. He goes to answer it and all of a sudden carts of food surround us. He had called Room Service and ordered breakfast.
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted to eat, so I ordered just about everything. Care to join me for breakfast?”
“There you go again, Vin. It’s all too much. But since you went through all of the trouble of doing this, I’d love to join you for breakfast,” and went to sit at the table next to him.
For the next hour, we ate, talked, and laughed. Neither one of us wanted to admit that the time was slipping by too quickly, and that our time together was coming to an end. It was about 10:30 when we finally finished up with breakfast, and decided to spend the rest of the morning together. We were going to meet everyone downstairs at 11:30 so we could head to the airport to catch our flight home.
We went into the living area and turned on the TV, trying to find something to watch. We finally settled on the Sci-Fi channel, watching an episode of “Farscape”. I was sitting on the couch with Vin sitting on the floor in front of me, resting his head back on my lap. Before we realize it, the show is over and it’s time to head downstairs to meet the other.
Once everyone gets there, all eight of us pile into a van that takes us to the airport. The guys decided to come along with us instead of saying goodbye at the hotel. They walk us down to our terminal, and everyone starts hugging everyone, saying their goodbyes.
Vin grabs my hand and pulls me away from the group, then hands me a small box. “Go ahead and open it.”
My hands are shaking as I slowly open it up. It is a ring in the shape of a V. I look up at him with tears in my eyes. “It’s beautiful. But why?”
“It’s your birthday present. Just something to remember me and our weekend together.” He slides the ring on my index finger. “So now, when you get home and think that it was all a dream, you can look at this and know that it was real.” He slowly leans down and gives me the hottest kiss imaginable.
Over the intercom, I hear them announcing that our flight is boarding, and we say one final goodbye. I turn to catch one last glimpse of him, and then he’s gone, out of my life forever.
The flight home was pretty quiet for each of us. We were all too busy reliving the weekend we each had just enjoyed. Once home, I unpacked and was putting a clothes into the washer when something white fell out of my bag. It was a muscle shirt that Vin was wearing earlier that morning. Lifting it to my nose, it smelled completely of Vin. I wasn’t ready to let go of that yet, so I laid it on my pillow and decided that I’d sleep in it that night.
The next day was Monday, so off to work I went. About 2:30 that afternoon, I received a call from the receptionist saying that there was delivery waiting for me at the front desk. I wasn’t expecting anything, so I wasn’t sure what would be waiting for me. When I arrived, there, sitting on the counter, was a dozen of red roses. I quickly scooped them up and headed back to my office so that I could read the card.
It said, “Thanks for the wonderful weekend. I hope you never forget this birthday. I’ll be in town next weekend for a meeting if you want to get together. Always, Vin”. He left a phone number on the back of the card so I could contact him if I wanted to.
I called Jenn to tell her about the flowers, and asked how he knew where I worked. She said that before we boarded the plane, he asked her and she told him. I read the card to her and she asked if I was going to see him again, and at that point I knew I had a major decision to make.