Jodie edges her naked body out of the bed while Leon sleeps face down naked between the sheets. He barely stirs as Jodie’s buttocks slide through the wet patch they created the night before.
Jodie and Leon hooked up last week after meeting at a party in Soho. Leon Lazero, a famous footballer, is black, tall, and muscular with a shaved head and articulated facial hair.
He has recently separated from his wife, Alana Lazero, a sports commenter. Until cracks in their marriage appeared they were considered to be a strong power couple. Their split is amicable, but Alana is spending the summer in Portugal with the kids.
Jodie Adams is also used to being in the spotlight, a famous model who has become an ‘It’ girl, followed by the media who report every man she sees and outfit she wears. She is slender, blonde, and incredibly attractive.
Leon made a line for Jodie when he saw her at the party last week. She looked stunning in a black skirt and pink sequin top, her legs on display and her cute toes shown off in a pair of black suede and wooden high-heeled mules. When Leon found out she wasn’t wearing any knickers, he was dying to feel her pussy. He subtly fingered her until she was wet. It wasn’t long before they were shagging back at her place.
They have spent several evenings together over the past week. Jodie teased him with her sexy dresses, bare legs and lack of underwear. His fingers started playing with her bum hole as well as her pussy. She has orgasmed several times with his weapon inside her.
Leon has a good-sized cock, and he knows exactly what to do with it. Last night back at his place he had got Jodie in the ‘doggy’ position and popped her ass with his dick. Leon shot his load as he withdrew and sprayed it over her cheeks, it trickled between her buttocks, eventually dripping off her snatch. He had stretched her beyond belief.
Trying not to wake Leon, Jodie crawls naked on the floor retrieving last night’s dress and heels. There is no underwear to find, as her outfit hasn’t called for it.
“You have a great-looking bum,” Leon says, now wide awake.
“I think you already had a good look,” Jodie quips.
Jodie pulls the black dress up her sticky naked body. Leon gets up and does up the zip as the dress hugs her bare bum and back. Jodie slides her cute toes into last night’s cream stilettos.
Leon picks up his iPad and checks his notifications. Jodie instantly notices the look of dread on his face as he strolls. The internet is full of pictures of Jodie and him from the last week, dancing, and kissing and there is one image where you can see where Leon’s hand went.
“Fuck,” Leon says, putting on some joggers.
Jodie studies the images and reads the captions, which more or less call her a homewrecker and Leon a cheating bastard.
“I thought you are separated?” Jodie says.
“I am, but they don’t know that. It isn’t public knowledge.”
Jodie looks out the window at a sea of paparazzi camped outside Leon’s house.
“Shit, I need to get out of here somehow. They can’t know I am here. It will make it worse.”
“Agreed,” Leon pauses.
“I have an idea!”
Andre, Leon’s younger brother, turns up in a Hyundai. The gates of Leon’s house open and he pulls right up to the front door and goes inside. A few minutes later, Andre comes back out and opens the back door of his white Hyundai Tucson and throws in a gym bag. At the same time, Jodie runs and dives in the back. Andre gets in the front and drives off. Even though the back has privacy glass Jodie keeps her head down until they are clear.
“Thanks for this, Andre.”
“No problem.”
“I like this car by the way,” Jodie says.
“Wanna buy it? I own a dealership and it’s off the lot,” Andre quips.
“Yes,” Jodie replies.
“I also need you to do something else for me,” Jodie finishes.
Jodie had checked in with her friend Claudine, who is staying at her house. They were a similar number of paparazzi there too. But what if she didn’t go home? Getting out of London could be the best option. Jodie gets Andre to get some cash out for her and go shopping. He buys Jodie some jeans, a top, and trainers.
Andre tries not to look as Jodie gets changed in the back of the car. He does get a glimpse, though. Jodie still needs to get some underwear.
Jodie hits the motorway in the white Hyundai, dropping Andre off on the way. She didn’t know where she was going, it felt exciting. She wanted to go somewhere people didn’t instantly know who she was and what she was doing. She hadn’t experienced anonymity for years. She had never been to the Highlands, so heads north.
The journey is long, and Jodie’s arse feels numb. She is unsure if it is from the driving or having had Leon’s cock squeezed into it. She decides to make a pit stop in Penrith and books a bed and breakfast. She pays cash and immediately crashes in the room.
The next morning, she goes down to breakfast. The only other guest is a redheaded Scottish man called Declan, who is staying for a wedding. Jodie books the room for a second night and goes shopping for more clothes, including underwear.
That evening, after a nice long bath, she heads into town and finds a pub where she grabs some food and a bottle of wine.
“Hello again.”
She turns to see Declan, looking rather the worse for wear in a grey suit. For once, she feels dressed down in jeans, a cream top and slip-on sandals.
“Sorry, what was your name?” he asks.
“It’s Jane,” Jodie says, pausing and quickly saying the first name that comes into her head.
“Jane, would you like another drink?” Declan says, introducing her to a few other people from the wedding party that had escaped to the pub.
“I’ll take a gin and tonic, thank you.”
“So, what brings you to Penrith?” Declan asks, handing Jodie her drink.
“Heading up to the Highlands, not sure which part. Just going to see where the mood takes me,” Jodie replies.
“You should try some of the islands, beautiful this time of year. Especially Skye.”
“Thanks for the tip.”
“You know, you look a bit like that model, Jodie Adams. But far better looking,” Declan says, drinking his drink.
“We should get some shots,” Jodie says, changing the subject.
She laughs to herself. It hadn’t occurred to Declan or the others she might actually be Jodie Adams. And with a shot in their hand, they forget Declan’s comments.
They eventually get kicked out of the pub. Jodie and Declan stumble back to their Bed and Breakfast.
“Well, goodnight, Declan,” Jodie says, as they reach the floor where their rooms are.
“Fuck, I haven’t got my key. I must have lost it,” Declan says, fumbling for his room key.
After some searching and the realisation they couldn’t wake anyone up so late, Jodie tells Declan he can sleep on her floor.
The one thing Jodie hadn’t bought was pyjamas. She slides her sandals off and takes off her jeans. She then gets into bed and takes off her top. She wraps the duvet around her and tries to go to sleep in her underwear. Just as she closes her eyes, the room starts vibrating with Declan’s snoring.
“Will you shut the fuck up?” she cries out.
“I am so sorry. I’ll go and sleep in the hall.”
Declan gets up but then stumbles over and lands on the bed.
“Are you ok? You don’t have to sleep in the hall,” Jodie says, switching on the light.
“You look great in your underwear, by the way,” Declan says, looking at Jodie’s firm body.
Suddenly they are kissing frantically, and Declan is running his hands along her body. Jodie undoes his shirt and trousers as he pulls off her bra. His kisses move to her chest as she feels his tongue over her nipples. His mouth moves down as he kisses her stomach and licks out her belly button.
Declan starts kissing her lace panties. Jodie spreads her legs as he kisses her thighs. He bites at her underwear and starts to pull it away from her groin with his teeth. She helps him slide her knickers down her legs, as he admires her smooth pussy.
Declan takes his boxers off. Jodie moves down and starts licking his cock. She then takes it into her mouth. Declan watches it go to the back of her throat as she caresses his balls and sucks his penis hard. She then moves up and their lips start absorbing each other’s mouths. She rubs his penis against her clit before pushing it inside her snatch.
Jodie throws her head back, whimpering as she cums. Declan keeps pumping, before pulling out and ejaculating on her stomach, filling up her belly button with his cum.
“Ah baby, give me everything you’ve got,” she says as she helps Declan drip semen onto her body.
Declan sits back, grabs a tissue, and goes to clean up his mess.
“No, leave it,” Jodie says, stopping him.
Jodie opens her legs and lets Declan’s semen run down her body to her pussy. She pulls her leg in and starts massaging her pussy with the ball of her foot. Declan watches as Jodie masturbates.
“Fuck, I am cumming again,” she shrieks, speeding up the pace with her foot.
Declan watches as she slows down and orgasms. The sole of her foot is covered in bodily fluids of one kind or another. The pair fall asleep, their naked bodies hugging.
The following morning after an awkward goodbye kiss, Jodie drives north into Scotland. She can’t believe the beautiful scenery as she heads into the Highlands. Not a motorway or skyscraper in sight.
She spends the next few days exploring. She comes across a four-star hotel next to a distillery, she decides that has to be a must. She enjoys the whiskey and tries the local haggis. Now not far from the Isle of Skye, she takes Declan’s advice and makes that her next stop.
She finds a pub with some rooms to rent and notices a boat trip that goes out whale watching and books a place.
“Hello, Jane.”
“What are you doing here?” Jodie says as she sees Declan in the boat.
“I live here, and this is my boating company,” he replies.
“You never said you lived here.”
“No, I didn’t. But you never asked,” he says smiling.
Declan ushers everyone aboard and the boat sets off. After several miles out, they see a few humpback whales and witness one breach.
“Wow, you have been lucky today. We don’t always see this,” Declan says over a crackling boat speaker.
Declan or Leon? Jodie thinks to herself, as the boat cruises. Who would she pick if she had to choose?
“What are you up to tonight?” Declan asks, disturbing Jodie’s thinking.
“Why, what did you have in mind?” Jodie replies.
“Well, I was thinking sex. I’d had a few the other night. Those weren’t my best moves.”
“Why don’t we start with dinner?” Jodie replies.
As Jodie walks back to the pub, she gets a text from Leon asking her to come back to London and telling her everything is okay. She checks her social media. Alana has verified she split up with Leon weeks ago. Jodie could go back and not be a homewrecker.
Along with the scenery and freedom, Jodie is enjoying her little adventure as Jane. No one wants anything from her. It’s nice not being Jodie Adams. Well, at least for a while.
