An old man sat in his home staring at the many pictures on his den room wall. Each portrait recalled a distant memory from his past as if it had happened yesterday. He slowly turned his head to glance at a photograph sitting on the mantel of the fireplace. A smile came across his face- this picture was his pride and joy, his happiest moment. He picked up the picture and looked into the face of the woman with the sleek, black bob cut and alabaster skin. "What a beauty you were," he said to himself.
He held tight to the picture and slowly let his mind wander back to his younger days...1930,a bright sunny day in California. A young man of about 19 had just gotten a job working as a janitor. He was tall, about 6'2, with light brown hair and green eyes. His arms were muscled from all those years of farm work back home in Missouri.
His family had moved to California because of the Depression, the farm
had gone under like all the other jobs in the Midwest. California
seemed like the best place to begin again. As he mopped the floor in
the hallway of the Studio he worked in, he heard the sound of laughter
coming from outside. He could hear people yelling along with the sound
of flash bulbs from cameras. Curious, he went to see what the commotion
was about. When he rounded the corner, he saw her, a vision of grace
and beauty personified. Louise Brooks, the new shining star of the
silver screen. He had seen a few of her movies, as many as he could
afford to. Movies like Pandora's Box and The Show Off made back in '26.
He was crazy about her- after all, she was strikingly beautiful and
could get any man she wanted. If only he could just talk to her, his
day and life would go better. He grew nervous as she made her way into
the building past many screaming and adoring fans. He stood back
against the nearest wall, like a soldier awaiting inspection. Hoping to
be noticed by his queen, he waited. As Louise or "Brooksie" as he
called her, came around the corner, sweat began to bead on his
forehead. Louise suddenly stopped when she passed him. "Hi there
sweetie," she said with cheery disposition. She smiled at him then
asked. "Workin' hard?" He was so shocked at the fact that she had
spoken to him. He replied with a stutter,"Y-y-y-yes ma'am." Louise
laughed a little. "I've seen your movies ma'amÂ…you're swell," he
blurted. Feeling embarrassed, he dropped his head. Louise touched his
shoulder. "Well would you like an autograph?" she asked kindly. All he
could do was nod. She motioned for one of the men behind her to hand
her something. A thin faced man behind her handed over something the
size of a post card. She then took a pen and asked, "Who do I say this
is to?" The boy stood motionless then replied. "Matthew." He took a
breath, "The name is Matthew." Louise jotted something down on the
piece of paper and handed it to him. "There ya go sugar," she said,her
Kansas accent somewhat noticeable. Matthew looked at the photograph and
smiled. It read, "To Matthew from Louise...May all you hope for in life
come true." Louise leaned over and kissed his cheek. Her lips were
soft. She smelled sweet like honeysuckle. "See you later." She
continued on down the hall to her dressing room. Matthew went to the
coat room to put his newly acquired prize in his coat pocket. He could
think of nothing better than to tell his folks what happened when he
got home later that day. After safely stashing the picture in his coat,
he returned to his janitorial duties. As he mopped the floor, he
noticed one of the doors to a dressing room was cracked open. He
reached for the knob to close it since there might be someone in there
changing. Suddenly, he heard a voice coming from inside. "You can come
in if you like." The woman's voice sounded familiar. The door swung
open and there before Matthew's very eyes was Louise looking back at
him. "Hello again, I didn't realize I had left the door open." Matthew
replied, I can close it for you Brooksie...I mean, Miss Brooks."
Feeling awkward for calling her "Brooksie," he began to walk off.
"Hey,it's alright, I like knowing my fans adore me enough to call me
that." Feeling better, Matthew looked her in the eye. "I'm just such a
huge fan of yours ever since I saw American Venus back in 1926 when you
played Miss Bayport, you really were somethin.'" He felt at ease now
for some odd reason. Louise poured a glass of rum. "Would you like
some?" she asked, offering him the glass. "No thanks ma'am," he
replied. He seemed to busy eyeing her silky black robe. It fit her just
right, giving him
the perfect view of her shapely B cup breasts. A warm smile graced
Louise's mouth. "Maybe I can get you something else then?" she asked,
noticing that he was staring at her intently. "A cigarette?" Matthew
seemed to be in dreamland. Louise lifted his chin with her hand. "You
alright?" she asked with concern. Matthew shook off the daze. "Yes, I`m
fine." He cleared his throat. "I just have never seen anyone
so...beautiful." Louise kissed his lips. He wasn't expecting that.
"Jeez, I wasn't expecting that." He blushed. Louise looked at him with
this look of pure arousal. "I see we have a problem, she said,
pointing to Matthew's growing hard on. "You ever been with a woman
Matthew?" she asked while unbuttoning his shirt. Nervously he replied.
"Nope...I sure haven't." Louise removed her robe, letting it fall to
the floor. She stood naked before him like the flapper version of
Venus. She kissed Matthew. "Do you wanna be with a woman like me?"
Matthew couldn't answer, his raging need to ravish her left him
speechless. Louise took off his shirt then next his trousers. His cock
stood at attention, erect and engorged with blood. Louise went to her
knees. She took his length into her mouth. She slowly moved her head
back and forth on his prick. Her tongue licked him like a lollipop. He
grunted softly. He listened to the slurping noises she made while
blowing him. To him, she seemed to enjoy what she was doing. Matthew
then placed his hands on her head and shoved his meat in her mouth
deeper. Louise moaned in approval. She stopped long enough to gallop
her hand up and down his shaft, all the while staring up at him
wantonly. She licked and kissed his dick leaving traces of ruby red
lipstick all over it. An evil grin hit Matthew's face as he watched
this gem of the screen bob his penis like a mad woman. "MMMM...feels so
good!" He then stood her up and dropped to his knees to return the
favor. He began kissing her inner thigh moving slowly toward her pussy,
which was already dripping with dew. She moaned and guided his head
with her hand. "Right there!" she commanded leading his head to the
outskirts of her womanhood. He lightly traced the folds of her cunt
lips with his tongue. She shuttered. "Oh my God!" Matthew wet a finger
with her juices and placed it gently in her ass. She began to whimper
as he buried his face deep between her legs eating her like she was his
last meal. His finger now poking in and out of her ass. She squealed.
"Ooooo! I like that!" She was now bucking his face. Her musky scent
ungulfed his senses. Putting his hands now on her hips, he tongue
fucked her ferociously. She cooed as she began to cum, soaking his face
in her juices leaving him intoxicated with the need to fuck her. She
pulled away and seductively walked over to an old desk in the corner of
the room. Bending over the desk, she wiggled her ass for him. Inviting
him to come play. He obliged, placed himself inside her, grabbed her
hips and pumped away. Her face was screwed up in a look of sheer
whorishness as she looked back at him watching him fuck her. "YES!" she
cried He pounded her snatch making a slapping sound as his balls swung
back and forth from the forcefulness. Louise gripped the table.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHH YEAH!" Her cries of lust grew louder. She could feel
herself getting wetter and wetter, dripping on the floor. Her body
became soaked with sweat. He continued to pound her harder and harder,
her cries became screams as she suddenly came, dousing his manhood with
her cream. He could feel himself getting nearer and nearer to coming.
He reached a finger inside her then withdrew his now cream smeared
finger, rubbing it on her tiny asshole. He then replaced the finger on
her ass with his dick. Now fucking her ass, he moved slowly as not to
hurt her. She shrieked crying out, "This feels soooo good!" He couldn't
hold back the cum any longer so he pulled out and shot white streaming
puddles of love all over her tight cheeks. She turned around and bent
down to taste the left over cum on his tired, well used penis.
"MMMMM...nice!"
she said brazenly with a wink. She kissed him, wrapped up in a towel
and said, "This will be our little secret." With that, she stepped
behind the closet door to get dressed. Matthew walked out of the room
with a look that could have meant he's won a million dollars. "Thank
you," he said, "I will never forget this Brooksie." Louise came around
the corner and replied, "Neither will I, it felt wonderful." She lit up
a cigarette. "It's nice to know how much your fans appreciate you." She
winked, blew him a kiss and closed the door behind him. The old man
still held the photo in his hand of the woman that took his virginity
some 76 years ago. He smiled. "Oh Brooksie...you were a doll, thank
you," he said to himself. He kissed the picture and placed it back on
the mantel where it had always been. The message on that old black and
white photo on the mantel rang true he thought. "From Louise to
Matthew...May all you hope for in life come true." Matthew smiled with
tears in his eyes, "They certainly have Lulu, they certainly have."
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