Michele Bravo and the Sole Remedy : Chapter 1

Michele Bravo and the Sole Remedy : Chapter 1. Present Day, London England

One of the most popular revivals on the London stage is Noel Coward’s Private Lives, a four-hander play, meaning it featured four actors, two males and two females. Newlyweds Elyot and Sybil are honeymooning in a hotel in France. Newlyweds Amanda and Victor are also there. Elyot and Amanda had once married, are now divorced, and yet are still in love with each other. Comedy ensues as the two couples switch around, and then around again.

For this revival, American heartthrob Robert Wade was playing Elyot, and Phoebe Taylor was playing Amanda.

Michele Bravo, who had decided to take a vacation in London to recover from the shock of having had to give up her Taran Tula identity, had purchased a copy of the West End theatre and movie weekly guide, What’s On in London, practically as soon as the plane had touched down at Gatwick, and checked to see the times of the play.

Eighteen years ago, when she’d been a mature 18, she’d met Robert Wade on the Britannia’s maiden voyage from New York to Southampton. The project that should have made him a star, the remake of The Creature from the Black Lagoon, fell through, and he decided to remain in London, where roles for “token” Americans were plentiful. He soon found the stardom that had eluded him in the States, just as British actors Hugh Laurie and Tim Roth would later achieved stardom in the States (with House and Lie to Me, respectively.)

After the ship docked in Southhampton, Michele had remained in London for several weeks, researching more material for the travelzine her sister published (waiting for her report date to Air Force basic training). She and Wade became good friends, and it was just a few days before she left for the States that they had made love for the first time – Wade believing her to be Alice Bravo and 23 years old.

Even now, 18 years later, he didn’t know the truth. They had corresponded while she’d been in the Air Force in Germany, and they’d visited each other on occasion. She’d left the Air Force after six years, and told him she’d formed a private detective agency, capitalizing on her experience in the Security Forces. A couple of times a year, Michele visited London and they got together for a couple of days.

Michele thought of it as her own Same Time, Next Year tradition. They met, they made love, they talked about old times, and then they went about their lives.

Michele had taken a first class flight to London. Normally she wasn’t so extravagant, but her roulette winnings were burning a hole in her pocket, and she felt the need to pamper herself. Normally, she wasn’t able to sleep on a plane, and usually arrived at her destination suffering from jet lag. But with the comfy lounge chairs in the Airbus, she’d managed to fall asleep and sleep for most of the flight.

So on the very day of her arrival in London, she’d decided to go see Private Lives.

After the curtain fell, the audience rose to its feet to give the cast a standing ovation. Then, they filed out of the theater, talking animatedly. As with all theaters, a handful of theatergoers gathered around the stage door to meet and talk with the actors when they exited the theater. They hoped to get autographs, perhaps have their photos taken with this or that actor, and some doubtless hoped for more – and on occasion got it.

Michele hung back at the edge of the crowd, listening to the muted comments and discussions from the playgoers. She was pleased to hear they were all praising Robert’s performance enthusiastically.

The actors came out one by one, uniformly cheerful and delighted to sign autographs and exchange a few words with their fans. Robert was the last to emerge. After most of the crowd had dispersed, and only a single young woman remained, Michele moved in ruthlessly.

“Hello, Mr. Wade,” she said in her best upper class British accent. “I’ve got your car. You mustn’t keep Her Majesty waiting.”

“Thank you, Alice,” Robert told her gravely. He gave a final smile to the hopeful fan and then he and Michele walked briskly off.

As soon as they turned a corner he turned to and hugged her. “Alice! Why didn’t you let me know you were coming?”

“I didn’t know myself until yesterday. I decided to indulge a whim.”

“I’m so glad to see you!”

“And I, you.”

She rested her hands on his chest and gazed into his eyes. “Have you followed your usual practice? Living with a fellow actor in town and going home only on the weekends?”

“Yes, and Greville (the actor playing Victor) always stays out and drinks for a while. So we’ve plenty of time.”

“Then let’s go!”

They took the tube to Kensington station, alighted there and went into a block of flats. Many of the actors who worked in the West End followed the same practice, sharing digs in the City during the week, and traveling home to their wives and families on the weekend. (Leaving their understudies to take over their roles.) Homes were so much less expensive outside the city of London proper that it made a lot of fiscal sense to live in a bedroom community nearby.

Once inside Robert’s flat, Robert immediately embraced her and kissed her long and deeply.

“It’s good to see you again,” he repeated.

They moved into this bedroom, and she stood behind him and nibbled at his neck as he unbuttoned and shrugged out of his shirt, then stepped out of slacks and underwear. He turned and helped her to unbutton her own blouse, then he unhooked her bra and let her breasts bob free. He bent his head down and gently sucked at a nipple.

He backed her up against the bed and laid her down upon it, then lay by her side and for some time they just caressed and kissed.

Finally, he reached out and guided her hand down to his penis, which was rock hard and standing at attention. She massaged it for a time with her hand, then scooched around so that she could take its length into her mouth. Meantime, she so arranged her legs that he would have free access to her clitoris, and he bent down and began to lick her clit with long, steady licks.

She was lost in the pleasure of it, both what was going on between her legs and the steady sucking motion she was putting on his smooth, hard cock, swirling her tongue around the tip of his circumcised cock as if it were an ice cream.

Then, she began to feel the fluttering in her thighs and the sudden warmth that told her she was about to cum. She sealed her lips tighter around Robert’s cock and began going up and down more quickly, which gave him the signal that she was about to cum. Then, she did cum, as waves of pleasure ran up her thighs, and she had to stop a bit to enjoy the pleasure of it.

Then, she resumed her work on Robert’s cock, and within seconds his whole body was jerking as his pleasure fountained up into her mouth.

Afterwards, they lay side by side on the bed, relaxing and holding hands, content.