Audrey Hepburn

It was a magical evening in the eternal kingdom of dreams. Everyone was invited, among the pairs gliding along in gentle waltz you could occasionally detect a familiar face; there was Rita Hayworth, dancing with some lucky guy. Sophia Loren, with her partner. The long-legged Cyd Charisse moving with unmatched grace, except for Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire, of course. Even Marilyn Monroe was there, getting a lot of attention with JFK. But it was me, who danced with the most adorable of them all…

Audrey blinked her huge, brown doe-eyes and smiled. The gown she was wearing was the one from Sabrina; a tight corset and a big flowing skirt, all in white with matching lace gloves. Her hair was short and chestnut brown, the style she had made famous all around the world.

The music faded, and Audrey put her hands on my chest, tickling. She was expecting a kiss, which I gave her. It was a nice one, no tongue, just lips touching. Adorable. Her slim body was pressed tightly against me, and she softly whispered: “Darling…” and slowly slid onto her knees, carefully smoothing the hems of her thick skirt.

Slender fingers started opening my belt. The orchestra started playing again, a slow, romantic melody, but the people were not dancing. Silent, everyone stood in a circle around us; the men watched in awe, the ladies with large, surprised eyes.

Audrey stroked my shaft gently, and then bent her head down for a little sweet kiss. She looked like an angel, her sensual lips touching the red tip of my cock.