Maggie Gyllenhaal was at a hotel in Boston, while
filming a movie there. It was the middle of the night,
and, unlike New York, everything seemed to close at
night. Needless to say, she was bored. She was looking
out the window, when she saw someone in the pool. Was
that Marion? Marion Cotillard was also there, filming a
completely unrelated movie. “You know what?” she
thought, “Think I’ll join her.” She got into her bathing
suit, grabbed her towel, and went downstairs.
Marion swam up to the edge, and put her arms up on it.
Suddenly, she heard:
“Hey, mind if I join you?”
Marion looked up. “Oh, Maggie. Um, wasn’t expecting
anybody else to come out.”
Maggie noticed her slightly nervous tone, and then saw
Marion’s bare shoulders. “Oh, my God!” she laughed, “Are
Marion pushed away from the edge, to confirm this.
“Okay, you caught me.”
“Well, jeez,” Maggie continued to chuckle, “if I’d known
that, I wouldn’t have bothered with this.” Maggie
quickly stripped out of her bathing suit.
“Um, I should probably warn you, the water’s really
Unheeding, Maggie dived in, and surfaced in front of
“S’okay, I’m Swedish. We’re like polar bears.”
“Hm, polar bear.” Marion snickered. “You probably would
be in a club like that, jumping into icy lakes in
“And you’d probably rather be in a hot-tub in Ibiza.”
“Oh, yes. Preferably with a companion.”
“Oh, well,” Maggie suddenly turned coy, “if that’s all
you wanted, you just needed to ask.”
Marion snickered again. “Okay, Maggie, very funny.”
“I’m serious.” Maggie put her hands on the edge of the
pool, on either side of Marion, putting their faces
inches from each other. “C’mon, we’re here. We’re…”
She glanced down at Marion’s naked body. “certainly
dressed for it.” Her voice lowered almost to a whisper.
“No one’s here, just you… and me.”
Marion’s heart pounded, as she knew what was about to
happen, and that she was powerless to resist. Maggie
slowly moved in, and their lips touched, then pressed
together more firmly, and then their tongues slipped
through and came together. The two wrapped their arms
around each other, and they pressed together tightly.
Maggie then started kissing Marion’s neck. “Oh!” Marion
moaned. Maggie slowly worked her way down her neck, then
started kissing her shoulders, then down her chest, till
she was down on knee, face level with Marion’s sizeable
Marion’s nipples were painfully hard from the cold
water, and it felt good when Maggie started gently
sucking on them. “Oh, Maggie.” Marion tilted her head
back, and let out a long sigh.
Maggie then started moving down, slowly kissing down
Marion’s stomach. Marion, sensing where she was headed,
lifted herself up onto the edge of the pool. Maggie
began kissing Marion’s inner thighs, slowly making her
way to the center. Before long, she arrived at Marion’s
dripping cunt, which she massaged lovingly with her
tongue. “Oui, juste comme �a, b�b�.” Marion whispered,
“Qui se sent bien.”
As Maggie’s tongue probed deeper into her pussy, Marion
laid back, and ran her fingers over her entire body; her
stomach, her lips, her thighs. In spite of how cold she
was earlier, Marion now felt a kind of heat flowing
Maggie started concentrating on her clit now, encircling
it with her tongue, making it throb slowly. Marion’s
brow furrowed as Maggie sped up slightly, keeping the
same rhythm. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she
came, she could feel it inch closer, with every circling
of Maggie’s tongue.
The orgasm finally hit her, starting at her clit, and
traveling through her entire body. “Hoooooohhh…”
Marion let out a long, shrill gasp as she came, and kept
coming, as Maggie was still going. Maggie kept it up
until Marion’s body jerked, as the second wave hit her.
As Marion’s body slowed down its shaking, Maggie kissed
around her thighs again.
Marion finally sat up, and she and Maggie again shared a
long, tender kiss. When they broke the kiss, Marion
whispered, “Tomorrow night, your turn, mon amant.”