Penelope's Wake Up Call

Penelope's eyelids fluttered gently before they opened. For a moment she wasn't sure where she was, but the clean white walls and the floor to ceiling doors which folded inwards from the balcony tripped her memory and she looked over at the body sleeping next to her, half covered by the expensive cotton sheet. She smiled, her long brown hair splayed across the crisp pillow like an auburn star burst. Rich was a little older than her but that was one of the things she loved about him; he was mature but fun, often goofing off and always making her laugh.She looked over at the clock on the night stand ? 6.00am. The sun wouldn't make its way into the west facing room until the evening when it started to dip towards the ocean, but there was still more than enough daylight to illuminate where they lay, and she already knew that it was going to be a pretty day.Penelope slid out from beneath the sheet; Rich's t-shirt she that always insisted on wearing when she stayed over fell to the tops of her thighs and she padded across the wooden floor to the master bathroom.The mirror behind the vanity unit ran the full length of the wall, and as she dried her hands and brushed her teeth Penelope*looked around at the items which belonged to her that were starting to collect at one end of the counter top. She smiled; she knew that Rich had also noticed that her things were starting to remain after she left but he hadn't complained. In fact, she noticed that every time he cleaned his bathroom he put all her things back the way they were.She also reasoned to herself that, as she was spending more time at his place, it made sense to have things there; shampoo, her favorite perfume, underwear. And it wasn't like she was shopping in order to stock up his house, things just tended to stay after she left. But the truth was, she only really left when she had work and it wasn't unusual for her to only stay at her place once or twice a week.*As an actress, Penelope*was always busy, if it wasn't meetings or table reads, it was rehearsals, or*visits to sets or filming, but returning istanbul travesti to Rich and his house at the beach was her sanctuary, her place of peace from her hectic Hollywood schedule. He would open the door to her every time with a huge smile and smother her with kisses before handing her a glass of wine, perhaps a beer or some iced tea. And then he would ask her about her day/week and listen intently as she relayed her stories of work and her fellow actors and crew. He would ask questions and make her laugh until she was all talked out and then they would make love either in his bed or on his balcony until they fell asleep holding each other, and all the exhaustion of her long days on set and traveling would be forgotten as Rich held her.She didn't have a long list of lovers to her name, just two ex-boyfriends, both of whom had also been actors, so when she met Rich in a coffee shop in Hollywood he had been a refreshing change. It wasn't as though they weren't in the same industry, but he was fairly new to show business and wasn't impressed by all the fake people they met on a daily basis.He had been a regular guy, with a regular job in the UK before he and his friend had written a sitcom which had been picked up by a production company based in California. The show had taken off around the world*and he had become an Executive Producer on the show, although, he always admitted, he didn't know anything about the industry. But what he did know was the subject of his show and he*had refused to let anyone take away his final say over what was on the screen. As a result he had become wealthy in quite a short space of time, although to look at him one wouldn't have necessarily believed it with his love of wearing shorts and t-shirts with no shoes around the house. But at work he was all business, and respect for him had grown as quickly as his bank balance.Just before Penelope*had met him in the line at the coffee shop he'd had a book published and that day he was returning from a meeting where he had signed over the rights to the book to a travesti istanbul well-known studio, for a large pay cheque and the job of Executive Producer, allowing*him to work with the director and producers so that he could be sure the film was as close as possible to the story he'd written. But none of that had changed him, and it was his quiet demeanor and his polite way that had first made Penelope*like him ? that and his handsome face and broad shoulders.Rinsing the toothpaste from her mouth, Penelope*pushed her hair back out of her face. She*was never sure if she felt she was pretty. She knew that her fans, photographers, magazine editors and, of course, Rich, thought she was, but to her she was just Penelope; Penny*to her friends.Closing the bathroom door quietly behind her, she walked softly back across the room. Rich's position in the bed had changed. He was now lying on his back, his right arm draped across where she had been sleeping and she knew that, even though he was still asleep, he had been aware of her leaving the bed and his arm had gone out to feel for her. As she approached the bed a smile creased the corners of her mouth and, opening the drawer of the night stand, she felt around inside, pulling out a bottle of lubricating gel they had bought at a time when they had still used condoms together.Flipping off the lid of the gel, she knelt on the bed, moving as lightly as she could so as not to wake her sleeping boyfriend, until her legs were either side of his thighs. Rich didn't stir. Carefully she pulled the sheet down his body until it was gathered around his knees, exposing his still soft penis and his neatly trimmed pubic hair.Watching for any signs of Rich waking, she lifted his member and carefully squeezed a ball of gel over the tip. Rich's eyes fluttered and his body twitched. Penelope*paused, waiting to see if he would wake. When he showed no further reaction she continued, spreading the cool gel around the tip of his penis and down the shaft. He*moved again, a sigh leaving his now open lips. She continued to spread istanbul travestileri the gel over his skin, watching as his eyes opened, confusion on his face until his vision focused on her.Rich looked up at his beautiful girlfriend, sitting astride his legs, his quickly stiffening penis in her small hands. He groaned again.'Good morning, sir,' Penelope*said in her most business like voice. 'My name is Penelope*and I will be your masseuse this morning.'Rich went to speak but she cut him off. 'Sir, just lie back and let me take care of you. Okay?'She looked down at his now fully erect penis as she slid her hand from the base, up the shaft, to the tip, rolling her palm around the head, making him gasp and his body twitch.'How is the pressure, sir?' she asked, not taking her eyes off his penis.'Perfect, thank you.'She smiled. 'No need to thank me, sir, I just want to make sure I'm doing a good job. After all, you are paying for my services today.'Letting go with one hand, Penelope*squeezed more gel onto Rich's penis, spreading it down over the shaft and back up over the tip before starting a steady movement from base to tip.He moaned louder, his eyes flicking between his girlfriend's hands and her face. She looked up at him.'Of course, sir, I can also do this topless if you would like,' she said, her eyes returning to his member.Rich nodded, sucking in a deep breath as her hands took turns in gliding over the now sensitive tip of his erection.Penelope nodded, gently laying his penis back and slowly lifting the t-shirt over her head. She had always been quite happy with her breasts, although she was sure that some of her male fans would want them to be bigger, but she enjoyed having her firm B cups; she could wear cute bikinis and nice summer dresses without fear of falling out of them and although she had never done a topless photo shoot, photographers were able to give her more daring outfits for their sessions which didn't require her to be taped in the whole time. And when she had met Rich and he had finally seen her naked, his description of her breasts had made her happy that he also liked her just the way she was ? 'wow, you have really pretty breasts,' he'd said, a statement which still made her smile several months later.Dropping the t-shirt onto the bed, she lifted his penis again.