Miami Actress: Conclusion
Part I: b3ta.com/questions/cougars/post319969

Part II: b3ta.com/questions/cougars/post320702

So, where were we?

Oh yes, your reluctant protaganist had just been pissed on in a bathroom in Miami by an actress 13 years his senior who he had known for less than a week. That about covers it.

(The original plan had been the other way round, but one thing these fetishists don't tell you is how hard it is for a man to direct things when he's 'excited'.)

Ahem.

Anyway.

I basically stayed with her for the rest of my holiday. I had an amazing time.

There were times we even seemed just like a normal couple, with her added sparkle on top.


We went to the cinema, to see Zoolander. (blow job in the cinema)

We drove across to Sanibel (shagged in the sea in front of a crowded beach)

We went to South Beach (drank a bottle of vodka between us and then fucked on the sand)

We rented a video (I am assuming you can guess which kind)

We sat on her porch and watched the sun come up after being up all night (vodka was again involved, and I missed the sun coming up because I couldn't see it with my face between her legs)

We went to the aquarium (and, trust me there are LOTS of dark corners in an aquarium, you can get away with murder)

We went to Key Biscayne (where she asked me to bugger her over the bonnet of her car. I obliged)

There are many things I did with Miami Actress that I have not done before or since.

But two stick out in my mind more than any.

The nudist beach, the name of which I forget, but it's a long drive from South Beach.

I think the name was pushed from my mind by the overwhelming memory of getting a very unsubtle hand job and then being straddled in the middle of the beach with no one batting an eyelid around us.

And the sex shop.

I can't pretend to be naive, I'd been in an American sex shop before. I’d been in the peep booth. I'd seen the holes in the walls, and I knew what they were for.

I had, however, never used one until she pushed me into one booth then went into the one next door.

You know the rest, I'm sure.

And, still amongst all this were long, long nights of listening to music, discussing books and plays and films and the famous people she'd worked with (her Ronnie Wood stories I still repeat to people today), our pasts, our regrets and hopes.

All fuelled by glass after glass of straight vodka and ice.

But, and now, dear reader, if you are just here for the titillation, I suggest you stop reading, because I am going to get serious.

Among all this, she was a kind, caring, wise, gentle soul.

She was a sex crazed alkie, but a kind, caring, wise, gentle soul nonetheless.

We talked a lot.

About everything.

And this carried on long, long after my holiday was over and I was back home starting to rebuild my life from the state it had been in before I had left.

We talked regularly.

She talked to me all night a couple of times when I was at risk of sliding back.

She gave me the strength to change my job, move house, cut down my drinking and help me pull my life back together.

I shaped up, I got better.

We talked non stop on September 12 of that year. About what had happened the day before, about life, about what we wanted, where we were going

We decided we wanted to see each other again before we moved on with our lives.

Before the month was out, I was back in Miami.

Things were more sedate this time, largely because we were both drinking far less. But it was an amazing two weeks still. Another two weeks for which I will always be grateful.

I last saw her in early 2002. She'd known Charlotte Coleman (the short spikey girl from 4 weddings, who had died in late 2001) and was over for a fundraising/memorial thing.

This time we met as friends,nothing more and we parted the same way.

We'd both calmed down completely, and she told me she'd met someone.

I was in the very early stages of a relationship too.

She's married now. Living in a big house in South Florida and is a very successful theatrical actress.

One day I'll pick up the phone and say hello again.

But at the moment I am happy with the memory of what we had. How she energised my life and turned me around when I was the lowest I have ever been.

And, any woman I have slept with since 2001 owes her a debt of gratitude too.

I learnt a lot.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 12:21, 6 replies)

I hope part 3 wins
So that the whole story is preserved.
( Captain V, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 12:29, closed)

It was like a mini B3ta soap opera.
Loved it : )
( girlinthehole, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 12:47, closed)

You are Mickey Rourke
and this is the unreleased follow up to 'Nine and a half weeks'


AICMFP!


*clicks*
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 14:18, closed)

Worked for me
I still retain a pervy interest in the comments about the bathroom floor, though
( ousgg is not seeking approval, Fri 5 Dec 2008, 23:40, closed)

Did you not
read the opening line of this section?
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Mon 8 Dec 2008, 10:38, closed)

fan
fucking tastic. you give me hope now that my fiancee walked out.

*clicks ftw*
(shamen Geekius Maximus, Sat 6 Dec 2008, 5:10, closed)