- Why? - asked, raising an eyebrow, Caroline.

- I treat you with great respect, Miss Beck! And it seemed to me that ...

- Call me by name, Jason! - she interrupted him.

- As you wish, Caroline. So, I ...

“You don't find me attractive enough?” - gathering her courage, she blurted out in the hope that everything would go best in the future.

“You are a very attractive lady,” glancing at her with warm, brown eyes, he deliberately sincerely replied.

A shiver ran through Carolina’s body, and there was no trace of her former discontent caused by his indecision. She was convinced that she was not mistaken in assessing the motives of his behavior. He saw in her first of all an influential and successful producer, a promising employer. Obviously, he was fed up with throwing the doorsteps of studios and theaters into oblivion, he hoped that this time he would catch luck by the tail. Actors of this type, Caroline has seen a lot in her lifetime, she even went to be married to one of them.

“I could not understand what you want, that's all,” he finally said.

- You are certainly a good actor, Jason, but now I do not intend to talk on professional topics. I want to rest, as the Americans say, to take time out. Without any consequences and regrets. And of course, without personal insults. You can leave if you like, but you can stay. Agreed? - Carolina pierced him with a searching and slightly mocking look.

“All right, Caroline,” Jason answered. - I, of course, prefer to stay.

“I need to take a shower,” she said, and went into the bathroom, feeling her lecherous gaze on her back.

She quickly undressed and, turning on a warm shower, got up under tight invigorating jets, experiencing strange excitement. Unwittingly, Jason managed to instill in carrying a strong sexual desire with his indecision. Any hesitations about her own intentions left Caroline, she was clearly aware that she wanted to intercourse with this man. So arrogantly and straightforwardly, she had not spoken to representatives of the opposite sex for a long time. Obviously, everything was explained very simply: for the fifth month already, as she had not had sex, having devoted herself entirely to work. This happened to her not for the first time, sex was never the main motive for her, partly because she too often did not give her the expected pleasure. Possessing her rich experience of tremendous orgasms and breathtaking ecstasies, Carolina would hardly have been able to permanently abandon her carnal pleasures. But unfortunately, she put all her energy into professional activities, and sex remained in the background. Her ex-husband could only make her feel lightheaded and quickly disappearing. But Jason's brown eyes had awakened in her a long dormant animal passion.

She came out of the shower stall and looked at herself in the mirror. Her figure was undeniably beautiful, but it would not hurt to do a little work on it in the gym. Lack of exercise and irregular nutrition affected her body not in the best way: the contours of the body lost their former clarity, in some places fat appeared. But the waist was still narrow, and the hips were steep and attractive. The breasts became somewhat heavier than they were three years ago, but they did not hang, and the stomach could well have been called flat.

Carolina poured dry hair on her hair, combed them with a comb and, shaking them, smiled contentedly. Perfectly trimmed and shiny, her blond hair looked very attractive. She always paid special attention to her hairstyle and cut only the best hairdressers.

With the help of a wet tampon, Carolina removed the remnants of make-up from her face, refreshed her skin with lotion and, being completely pleased with herself, wrapped herself in a large terry towel.

The fabric squeezed her breasts, which made them sticking out, like a medieval courtesan in a dress with a corset, and Caroline felt like a perfect prostitute. Running her hand through her hair once more, she flung open the door and walked out of the bathroom, saying in a chest voice:

“Sorry, Jason, for making me wait so long.”

She went to the table where the bottle was standing, poured champagne into glasses and, taking one of them to herself, handed the other to Jason. He had already taken off his jacket and sat down on the edge of the bed.

- For our joint timeout! - Caroline said, raising a glass of sparkling drink.

- For you! He said and sipped his wine.

Carolina sat on the bed next to Jason and began to drink icy champagne in small sips, so as not to catch a chill in the throat.

“Just don’t think that you’re not my type,” he swallowed, he said, turning to you with visible difficulty. “On the contrary, I find you very beautiful.” But I would not want you to take me for a frivolous person interested only in sex.

Caroline licked her lips, trying to suppress the anger boiling in her. Why are these ridiculous attempts to seem smarter than you really are? Why complicate things like that? Where is it easier without superfluous words to master her, so much so that she will remember it for a long time? Why dress up sex in some shameful reservations? Who needs empty conventions, careful tentative steps, intricate intrigues? So after all not for long and get lost in this cunning labyrinth of vague hints, get confused in your own fears and fears! She does not care about the fact that he is a social subject, she does not care about his moral qualities and intellectual abilities. At the moment she wants to get carnal pleasure, and not spend time on abstruse reasoning.

“I don’t want to talk anymore,” she frankly confessed and, taking the glass from him, put it on the table. To her relief, he understood what she needed from him, and stroked her knee.

“This is so unusual,” he said, looking into her eyes. - Let me explain my position in the current situation. I'm not going to ...

- Shut up! - breathed out Carolina, putting a finger to his lips. The knot with which she pulled the ends of the towel weakened and the breasts that were swollen with impatience broke out. Nipples began to rapidly turn purple and swell, delighted by the long-awaited freedom.

Convulsively swallowing the closure of his throat, Jason stared at her expressive forms. His lower jaw dropped, as soon as his gaze slid lower and froze on her pubic hair, covered with short blond hair.

But the shock did not last long. Suddenly, Jason fell on his knees before Caroline, spread her hands over her hips and began to cover them with kisses. She lay on her back, blissful of the touch of his hot, wet tongue against the delicate skin of her thighs and imagining what Jason was experiencing when she saw her innermost place in every detail.

“Delicious,” he whispered hoarsely, and dug into the pinkish core of the labia with his whole mouth, trying to stick his tongue deeper into the vagina. His tongue was surprisingly agile and long, he penetrated the most secluded corners of her melting chuck. Hands also did not go idle: they squeezed swollen breasts and began to caress them. Jason's fingers skillfully fingered hard nipples, pinched them, weighed down and abruptly let go, forcing Carolina voluptuously to squeal and moan.

Absolutely unnecessarily and at the wrong time he suddenly asked:

“You really wanted this, didn't you?”

- Yes. And not only ... - she answered in her chest voice, moving her hips.

Jason was inspired and, parted his labia, and ran his prickly chin across the clitoris. Caroline screamed. Jason began to lick the threshold of the vagina all over the rough surface ...