It was the Special Olympics World Games that brought Miss Camille to Los Angeles as a celebrity ambassador. Naturally, we’re not using her real name because Cowboys 4 Angels is big on discretion. Beyond her striking attractiveness, Miss Camille was an accomplished artist with no time for intimacy. As much of a ‘catch’ as she was her demanding career simply allowed no time for dating. That is, until she spotted Steven, the most delicious elite Los Angeles companion she’d ever laid eyes on.
Of European descent herself, she loved the fact that Steven was well-traveled not to mention undeniably gorgeous. Straight, male companions just don’t come as handsome and cultured not even in Los Angeles (save all other Cowboys 4 Angels elite hunks, of course). Apart from a few guest appearances in honor of the Special Olympics, surprisingly, Miss Camille had free time. What better way to cruise the City of Angels than with L.A.’s hottest companion eye candy? And Miss Camille certainly intended to sample what Steven had to offer.
It was nearly 3pm when Miss Camille arrived at LAX from Milano, Italy fatigued and famished. At her request, the straight male companion service (guess who I’m talking about) had taken care of the details. And so it was that Steven, in all of his manly regalia waited for her with glistening blue eyes just outside of baggage claim. Well, he was actually dressed as a limousine driver complete with a cute little sign and a town car. The friskier side of Miss Camille liked to roll play and Steven was certainly up for the part.
The reservation for supper was set at Cassia on the Westside in Santa Monica, just a short jog (by L.A. standards) from the airport and one of Miss Camille’s favorite restaurants. Dinner would come much later in the privacy of her suite at the Viceroy hotel on Ocean Avenue. But before heading to SaMo, Steven had other plans. Inside the limousine awaited a romantic oasis of dim lights, caviar and Miss Camille’s favorite bubbly (oh, those experts at Cowboys 4 Angels at it again!). Who would want to leave such a romantic shrine? But before she could utter a reaction, his lips met hers with true désir sexuel like that of a torrid lover. Let me tell you, ladies, a universe of hormones awakened somewhere deep within Miss Camille with a lightning bolt of attraction that shot through her body and ended somewhere down south. As she melted into his arms, seconds seemed like eternity as Steven broke away with an electric smile and said,
“Hi baby. How was your flight?”
If this greeting was not the epitome of boyfriend experiences, Miss Camille would not have flushed fifty shades of pink. It was just at the moment that she searched for her voice that Steven turned with two glasses of her favorite champagne and the two newbie love birds broke out into laughter.
“Welcome to my city,” Steven said like a dream and off to Cassia they went.
The true limo driver (whom by now you have guessed was not Steven), zoomed off toward the beach just as the late afternoon sun began to simmer down. Steven, in all his male companion charm, chatted about Los Angeles happenings and the World Games, whisking Miss Camille into a flurry of conversation. Hadn’t she met him somewhere before? Steven halted the thought by offering her a delicious bite of Beluga and the lovely Miss Camille was undoubtedly smitten.
The pair entered the restaurant as any gorgeous couple would and heads certainly turned. Hand-in-hand, they made their way to the best table in the restaurant which is hard to achieve at Cassia. The early evening sun cast a halo around Steven that emphasized his prominent bone structure, piercing blue eyes and arresting smile. His skin glistened with purity as Miss Camille couldn’t help but notice a promising bulge that characterized his fitted slacks. Nor could she ignore his toned arms or the contour of his chest that peaked between the buttons of his crisp, white shirt. Suddenly, she realized that he had asked her a question. But Steven caught the moment and smoothly led to the next topic just in time before Miss Camille grew embarrassed. Just then, the wine arrived, a crisp, white vino from Venezia Giulia, Italy and perfect accompaniment to the seafood platter Steven had ordered. If this wasn’t divine romance!
Later, a dip in the pool at the hotel was in order followed by a brief spa treatment and relaxation. Miss Camille was flying high on sensual adrenaline if there is such a thing. For though she had just traveled more than 6,000 miles, her energy ran high. Steven held her in his arms as they waded through the warm, California water and Miss Camille’s hands searched his muscular body. As they whispered sweet nothings, their bodies reacted to each other with increasing harmony. Clearly, it was time to pay a visit to the boudoir.
As Miss Camille entered the sanctuary of the bathroom, Steven followed for what turned out to be the most erotic shower she had ever experienced. If the angels in Heaven could sing this would have certainly been their debut. As she bundled up in a cushy robe, Steven, the sexiest of all straight male companions ever, paraded around the luxury suite with not much more than a doily around his slim waist and person.
And then, Miss Camille’s phone rang. It was the faculty from the World Games requesting an early interview. Disappointment does not describe what she felt. But Steven was more than accommodating as the two lovers agreed to meet up again the next day. Steven could not keep his hands off Miss Camille as she dressed, making a brief encounter eminent.
As the two admirers parted ways, Steven took her hand with a delicate kiss whispering promises of continuation where they had left off. Somehow, Miss Camille floated to her interview, thankful for the driver who delivered her there.
To be continued…
