Ruby Soho
by RandyPan
Story Codes: FF, cons, oral, exh, rom
Celebs: Tilda Swinton, Mia Wasikowska
This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.
Also, if you like this story, email me at randypanthegoatboy@gmail.com
Note: For the sake of not every story of mine involving Hollywood and film-making, the actresses in this are basically themselves if they weren’t actresses.
Mia, an expatriate artist from Australia, was moving into a loft apartment in Soho, West London. As she unpacked, one of her neighbors, an older redheaded woman, entered.
“Hello, there.” the woman said, alerting Mia to her presence.
“Oh, hi.”
“You must be Mia.”
“Yeah, Mia Wasikowska. It’s Polish.”
“You’re an Aussie.”
“Yeah, you can tell, can’t you?”
“I’m Matilda, or Tilda, or Miss Swinton, if you prefer.”
“Well, hi.” Mia offered her hand, and Tilda took it and kissed it. “Um, yeah, thanks.” Mia laughed nervously.
Tilda noticed some painting implements that Mia had unpacked. “So, you’re a painter?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“What kind of things do you paint?”
“Oh, you know, whatever.”
“Well, if you ever need a model, I’m right down the hall, in 206.”
“Right, I’ll, uh, keep that in mind.”
A few days later, Mia was looking out the window, trying to find something to paint, but nothing appealed to her. She then remembered Tilda’s offer. She’d never tried painting a human subject, and the challenge suddenly piqued her interest.
A bit later, Mia knocked on Tilda’s door.
“Oh, hello, Mia.” Tilda instantly smiled on seeing her. “Can I do something for you?”
“Yeah, I thought I’d take you up on your offer.”
“Oh, good. I look forward to working with you.”
“My place, about eight?”
“It’s a date.”
At eight, Mia heard Tilda knock on her door. Mia opened the door, to find Tilda standing there, wearing a bathrobe.
“Um, interesting choice of…” Mia suddenly realized what Tilda had meant by ‘model’. She wondered how this hadn’t dawned on her before.
“I could say the same about you.” She referred to Mia’s overalls, with nothing underneath.
“Oh, this old thing, yeah. It’s my painting clothes.”
“So, where do you want me?”
“Um…”
Tilda slipped off her robe, then lay down on the couch in a provocative pose.
“Here?”
“Um, okay.”
Mia set up her easel, pulled up her stool, and started painting.
As she painted this older woman, “I, uh, hope I’m not offending you by asking this—“
“Fifty-three.”
“Huh?”
“I’m fifty-three.”
“Really? I was thinking maybe forty-ish.”
“I can always tell when someone’s going to ask me my age. Really, it doesn’t bother me. Especially since, as you say, I do look good for my age.”
As she painted this much older woman, eying up every inch of her shapely, womanly body, so she could put it to canvas, Mia couldn’t help but feel aroused. She’d never even had a homosexual thought in her life, but now, she was having every one in the book. She resolved to channel all her sudden lustful urges onto the canvas.
Some time later, Mia put down her brush and palette. “Alright, well, tell me what you think.” She turned the easel. Tilda’s face instantly lit up.
“Oh, very nice!” She actually seemed to be blushing as she sat up. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever looked so sexy.”
Mia grinned bashfully, “Well, you know…”
“Yes?”
“I was, um, you know…”
“Mia, come here. Sit down.” Mia sat down next to her, and Tilda put her hand on the side of Mia’s face. “Thank you.” Tilda whispered, then leaned in, and kissed Mia on the lips. As their tongues embraced, Mia undid the straps on her overalls, and the bib fell from her chest. Tilda groped one of Mia’s breasts, and kissed her chest and shoulders. “Oh, Mia,” she whispered, “I haven’t wanted anyone as badly as I want you. I never imagined you’d want me the same way.”
Mia gasped her words. “I can’t believe it either…I’ve never wanted any woman, but you…Oh, God, Tilda, I feel like I’m burning up…”
“Where’s your bedroom?”
“In there.” Mia pointed.
Mia, now naked, lay on her bed, with Tilda on top of her, kissing down her chest. Tilda licked and sucked on Mia’s hard nipples, then kissed down her belly. She made her way down to Mia’s snatch. It had been a few years since Tilda last ate another woman’s pussy, but she was so in love with this girl, she wanted nothing more than to please her any way she could.
Mia came, letting out a high-pitched squeal. Tilda kissed her way back up, till they were again face to face. “I wanna do you now.” Mia whispered, catching her breath.
Tilda lay on her back, as Mia kissed her tits, and sucked her nipples. Mia had never made love to a woman before, but, as she painted each part of Tilda, she thought about kissing her there, and making love to that part. Mia kissed down Tilda’s stomach, then her bush.
Mia knew nothing about eating another woman out, so she just licked the outside of Tilda’s cunt, and this seemed to work. “God,” Tilda sighed, “are you sure you’ve never done this?” Mia worked her tongue inside Tilda’s labia, and there she could taste how wet she really was. “Yessssss…” As she went, Mia found that not only was she getting the hang of it, but she was enjoying it, especially the sounds of pleasure from her lover.
“YESSSS!!!” Tilda almost crushed Mia’s head with her thighs when she came. Her pussy was now practically gushing juice, which Mia licked up, making Tilda come again in the process.
Later, the two embraced on the bed, with Mia resting her head on Tilda’s shoulder. The two just lay there, silently, contentedly, feeling the love between them.