Getting the Job: Carol Kirkwood Ch. 06

Yes, the weather presenter silently gasped. Warmth suffused her chest as she was groped. Under the eager if somewhat uncouth fumbling, her nipples seemed to throb, her boobs to swell with arousal. Taking in the man's glazed eyes, she saw him licking his lips.

But before either could take the next step, a light flickered on the wall of the studio: the signal that the next broadcast was due in minutes.

'We need to take a pause,' Carol said reluctantly, placing her hands upon his. She chose not to say 'stop', concerned he'd take it literally and the day's fun would come to a premature end. 'The first broadcast is due,' she said. 'Once that's done...' she added in a leading tone.

6:19 am

'...wherever you are today, it's going to be very wet.'

As soon as the signal was given that she was no longer live on air, the weather presenter made her way back across the studio. Standing before her young producer, the mature Scot took hold of the neckline of her dress and pulled. Tugging it down over her breast, she revealed the straining black demi cup bra she wore. Another tug and the dress was pulled down under her full bosom, framing her charms spectacularly.

Eyes blazing with an intense lust, Mr Hearst looked on, watching as Carol Kirkwood pulled the top of the tight dress down. Grabbing his prick he touched himself through his trousers as he looked on. Before him was a display of the largest tits he'd ever seen in real life. As the woman breathed her chest moved up and down. Spilling over the low cups of her satin bra, they jiggled inviting with each inhalation she took. Continuing to stare, he watched as Carol pulled down and released the first breast, quickly followed by its twin.

Oh, wow. Oh my god, they're beautiful, he thought.

Two feet in front of him, close enough to reach out and touch were two full rounded boobs. They were shapely, the lightly tanned flesh looking heavy. Yet they stood firm, barely falling without the support of the sexy black bra. Mouth watering, tongue running over his lips, he focused on the nipples. Standing erect, they pointed at him. Each was a large bud surrounded by the slightly darker areolas.

I want them, the TV producer thought.

'Yes, you can kiss them,' the husky voiced Scot said as if reading his mind. Placing a hand behind his head she guided his mouth to her flesh. 'Yes,' she hissed as her nipple was engulfed.

Entranced by the large nipple, the young man latched onto it. As he suckled he heard Carol sigh, felt her grip holding him to her breast. Drawing his lips away, he released the sensitive teat. Immediately Ms Kirkwood pulled him back to her. Opening wide he took her soft offering back into his mouth. Closing his lips he captured the entire areola and began to suckle hungrily, like a baby.

Finally letting it go, he drew back to look at the darker skin, now shining with his saliva. Sticking his tongue out, he flicked the teat over and over, savouring the way it moved, its texture and just how stiff it was. Wanting a taste he lapped at Carol's nipple, using broad strokes, each stronger then the last. Finally reaching up and grasping the TV star's naked chest, he held her, fingers squeezing as his mouth returned to suckling on her.

'Yes,' the excited blonde gasped. 'Suck my titty, Mr Hearst.' With her free hand she cupped her other mammary. Holding it up, it was offered to the hungry young man. 'Suck the other one, Neil. Suck my titties.'

More than happy to oblige he did as requested. Pulling back, a long thick string of saliva connected his bottom lip to the raised bud. Glancing over he saw Carol offering herself to him. Groaning with lust, he turned his head and fastened his lips to the second nipple and sucked. Inside his mouth his tongue flicked rapidly over it.

'Ooh, just like that, yes,' the weather girl cried out. 'Suck my tits. Suck them.'

As the man licked, lapped and sucked at her tits and their sensitive tips, his fingers squeezing her shapely bosom. Carol closed her eyes. Sighs coming from her, she basked in the sensations coursing through her body. Oh, I've missed this, she thought, pushing her chest out farther, pressing into the ravenous mouth.

Between her legs the heat that had been building all morning was only getting hotter. Sticky womanly juices were flooding her knickers, soaking the gusset. Christ, they're wet through, she thought, a licentious smile on her beautiful face. Hips rocking involuntarily as her excitement continued to build, she could feel the cotton panel plastered to her steamy snatch as she continued to cream.

For several minutes the TV producer feasted on the TV presenter. When a boob wasn't being attended to by his ravenous mouth, his hands and fingers were at work, roughly groping the voluptuous gifts, pinching and pulling her straining nipples.

Then the light on the wall lit up again. Through eyes bleary with arousal, Carol saw it and tried to tell her boss. However, he was lost in the valley of her chest, licking her flesh, delving deeper into her cleavage.

'The...oh... The light, Mr Hearst. Oh, that's so good,' she gasped as lips engulfed a teat again. 'The next broadcast!'

Sensing the man was lost to his excitement, her hand moved behind his head again. Only this time she grabbed his hair and yanked him away from her. A hiss escaped her lips as his came free of her breast with a pop. He looked at her, a puzzled look on his flushed face, his eyes glazed.

Stepping back and pointing to the light, she said, 'We're due to broadcast, Mr Hearst. We must only have a minute or two.'

Before stepping in front of the camera again, the Scottish woman scooped her boobs back into her bra before pulling her dress back into place. Thankfully the stretch cotton was up the task and with a quick tug and brush down, it looked exactly as it had earlier, not stretched out of shape, no sign anything untoward had occurred.

Still in a state of arousal, veins burning with excitement, the man couldn't help but ask a question.

'Carol, what colour knickers are you wearing?'

Opening her mouth to answer, she paused as an idea came to mind. Seeing the 'live' light on the camera wasn't on yet, that they weren't connected to the control room, she smiled. Pulling her dress up, she flashed him. Pulled tight to her crotch was a pair of black satin briefs. Carol's smile widened at the moan of desire her producer let out.

Quickly smoothing her dress back down, she prepared to broadcast to the nation. Part of her hoped her engorged nipples wouldn't be visible. Another part didn't care.

6:40 am

As she presented the weather, maintaining her friendly, warm, but professional demeanour, Ms Kirkwood couldn't help but notice the distracted air of her producer. While the camera was focused on her, his eyes were focused more specifically: it was clear he was staring at her crotch.

'...so allow yourself an extra couple of minutes this morning...'

Naughty boy, she thought. You're thinking about my knickers, aren't you? And what I've got inside them. Another idea occurred.

'That's right, Louise. We've received pictures of satiny clouds. Black with rain. So some areas can expect at least brief downpours...'

Picking up on the emphasis placed on her words, Neil looked into her face, his own creasing with a wide idiotic grin.

'...some severe downpours in lower areas. So do remain in contact with the weather forecast for updates.'

As soon as the lights on the camera and the wall were off, Carol Kirkwood immediately began to raise her tight burgundy dress. In the small studio, the soft rasping of the cotton sliding up over her legs was almost as loud as the panting of her producer. Wriggling her hips she raised the garment higher, once more exposing her sexy black satin pants.

'Come here, Mr Hearst,' she said, her seductive accent stronger with her state of arousal.

As if lost in a daze, the younger man complied, almost jumping across the distance to join the mature blonde flashing him. Like a schoolboy standing before his headmistress, he stood there, waiting.

Although usually submissive when it came to sex, Carol was enjoying herself this morning, taking control, leading things. It's an interesting change up. Maybe not something I'd always do, but I have to admit, it feels exciting, she thought, feeling a twinge in her superheated pussy and more feminine honey leaking into her knickers.

'Do you like my knickers, Mr Hearst?' she asked, keeping her dress raised. 'They're sexy aren't they? Would you like to take a closer look?'

Instantly he dropped to the floor, kneeling before her, gaze focused between her legs. With a groan he took in the vision of Carol Kirkwood's knickers. Plastered to her crotch, they were obviously very wet as they clung to her. Through the satin he could make out the bulge of her quim, the outer labia engorged with the woman's arousal. Split lengthwise, he traced the cleft of her pussy, emphasised by a noticeably spreading wetness, topped with the stiff little bean that was her clit.

'Mm, yes they feel good against me, against my fanny. You remember how my fanny feels, don't you Mr Hearst?' Her tone was playful but there was an edge of dominance to it.

'Y...yes. You're pussy...er, fanny...felt fantastic Ms Kirkwood. I loved touching it. I...' he stammered, his breath quickening, heart racing.

'It's ok. You can call it a pussy if you want to. Or snatch, or cunt. Whatever you like. It belongs to you, after all,' she reminded him. However, he was so into the moment he didn't take the hint that he could take control if he wanted. 'Apart from feeling nice, my pussy smells nice too. Would you like to smell my pussy, Mr Hearst?'

'Oh, yes, yes I would,' he practically begged.

As before, Carol reached out, placing a hand behind the kneeling man's head. Taking a step forward to close the distance between them, she pulled his head to her steamy crotch.

'Smell me, Mr Hearst. Smell my fanny,' Carol Kirkwood said.

Between the legs of Britain's favourite weather forecaster, the man pressed his face into Carol's silky knickers. Immediately he was bathed in the heat emanating from the woman's steaming twat. He could feel it on his cheeks. Nostrils flaring, he took his first sniff. A rich aroma flooded his nose, tangy and warm. Sniffing again, deeper this time, inhaling harder, he took in the feminine fragrance of Carol Kirkwood. Mixed with the smell of satin it was heady and exciting.

At the urging of the hand still grasping his head, he pressed forward. Against his face he could feel the swollen pussy, bisected by the fragrant slit. Wet satin welcomed his nose as it dug into that slit. Burrowing, he dug with his nose, all the while sniffing at Carol, savouring her womanly aroma.

'Oh, god, yes,' the blonde said. Arm straining, she forced the producer's face harder against her. Feeling his nose sliding into the groove of her throbbing fanny sent bolts of electricity through her pelvis. Through her sodden underwear she could feel his hot breath. A shudder rocked her, hips pushing forward as the tip of his nose brushed against her stiff little clit. 'Christ,' she sighed. 'Again.'

On his knees, Neil was in heaven: a smelly, hot, and silky heaven. With his hands he reached up and round, grabbing Carol's arse. Fingers groping her buttocks, he continued to delve into her crotch, head moving all over, rubbing his face against every part of her knickers. Over and over he sniffed, drawing in her odour, the scent of her sex. Eyes closed, he was lost in a world of sensation. Behind his head he felt the mature blonde pulling him tighter, wanting him. Griping her sexy bum, he pulled her to him in turn, compressing his face into her crotch, determined to savour the experience.

With the man's face grinding against her it constantly came into contact with her aching clit. I need to cum, she thought. Reaching out she grabbed his head in both hands. Thrusting her crotch forward, pulling his head closer, she began to hump against him, riding his face. Crushed against her, she could feel his mouth as he sucked at her pants, drawing her cunny cream through them. His hot breath made her hotter, driving her on.

'Oh, yes,' she hissed as he suddenly lurched and his lips closed over her clit. 'Oh, god, yes.' He was sucking her bean through her sodden briefs. Hips rocking, she pressed forward even as her arms worked to increase the pressure. And then he started humming. Intense vibrations pounded against her most sensitive spot, reverberated through her cunt. Her entire pelvis felt alive

'Don't stop! Keep doing that! Keep doing it!' Carol cried out. Guiding his head, she used him like a vibrator, directing the humming/vibrating sensations.

Neil Hearst knew what he was doing, knew how to please a women. But I never expected Carol Kirkwood would be this responsive, that she'd be so hot, so fucking sexy!

Letting her guide his head he continued to buzz her. As he did, his mouth sucked at her knickers, savoured the flavour of her cunt cream as she started to orgasm. He felt her body shuddering against him, her arse cheeks flexing under his groping hands as she humped against him. And still he continued to sniff her.

Fuck, she smells divine. Tangy, rich, with just a hint of a fishy aroma. I fucking love it!

Carol Kirkwood fucked her panty-covered cunt against her producer's face in the tiny BBC weather studio. Hands clasped around his head she forced him against her, wanting him inside her, needing that vibrating to never stop. As her orgasm washed over her, strong electric tingling and warmth radiating from her crotch and spreading throughout her body, suffusing her with pleasure she cried out.

'Cumming! Oh, dear god, Mr Hearst. You're making me...c...cum!' Body rocking, hips humping, she came on his face. Cunt cream flowed from her spasming pussy, drenching her already sodden pants. Judders of pleasure crashed through her, strong aftershocks as her climax began to subside.

Arms shaking, she let go of his head, wobbling on suddenly weakened legs. But Mr Hearst wasn't done just.

Face sweaty, cheeks flushed, mouth and nose shining with the woman's essence, he looked over to the wall. Not seven o'clock just yet, he thought looking at the clock hanging there.

'Turn around, Carol. I want to smell your bum,' he said. Hands still caressing her buttocks, he gently but insistently spun her around. 'Now, bend over,' he instructed.

In front of the TV producer was Carol Kirkwood's arse. Her smelly creamed knickers pulled tight over her upturned buttocks. Through the black satin he could readily make out the oh-so-tempting crack of her arse. Eyes roving downwards, he took in the stitching around her gusset, saw the panel spread tight to cover the dripping snatch within. The gusset was darker than the rest of the underwear, soaked with her honey. So tight were her undies as she bent over, her pussy lips were visible in outline, the bump of her clit and the compressed mat of her pubic hair.

Gripping the woman by her hips, the man moved his face to her arse crack, positioned directly over her concealed arsehole. Look of arousal on his flushed face, he pressed forward. Burrowing into Ms Kirkwood's rear crevice, he sought out her other hole. Sniffing deeply he quickly found what he wanted. It was a darker, earthier scent, not dirty or unpleasant. It was the smell of her hidden hole, her skin and body heat, cut with an undercurrent wafting up from her now pungent twat.

'Oh, Carol. I love your smell,' he said, voice muffled as he pressed hungrily into her backside. Continuing to smell the TV star's rear, his hands moved from her hips to caress her cheeks again, fingers squeezing, palms pressing. With his thumbs he tried to pull the cheeks apart, to get deeper, but the knickers stopped him. Seeing the time on the clock, he quickly moved his face lower, pressed hard into Carol's fragrant gusset one more time and took a deeper, lingering sniff.

With a loud sigh, he let go of the panting weather presenter and stood up. Carol sill bent over, he gave her upturned arse a loud by playful slap. He loved the way her cheeks rippled.

Raising herself upright, Carol turned and shone a bright smile on him. 'Thank you, Mr Hearst. That was fucking fantastic!'

7:00 am

'...a potentially disruptive week, weather-wise. I'll have more, later in the programme.'

Once the connection to the control room was severed, Carol looked at her producer.

'Neil, I just need to nip out to the loo,' she said. After a brief moment of consideration, and playing a hunch, she added, 'I need a wee.'

'Can I watch?' he asked hopefully, pouncing on the opportunity to see the mature blonde having a pee. It was something he'd long fantasied about.

Just what I thought, Carol smiled to herself. Out loud she replied, 'Of course you can.'

As they walked down the short hallway to the nearby toilets, she could feel his eyes boring into her backside, watching her cheeks as she strode along. Opening the door to the ladies room, she cast a quick glance around but it was empty.

'Come on in,' she threw over her shoulder with another cheeky smile before stepping into the white tiled room. Heels clicking, she made for the disabled toilet in the far corner.

Inside the large cubicle, the door safely locked behind them, Carol turned to stand before the toilet. Reaching down, she hitched her dress up slowly, teasing her audience. Catching on her wide hips she yanked it up, suddenly revealing her still wet black underwear.

'Would you mind pulling my knickers down for me, Mr Hearst?' she asked, already knowing the answer.

Kneeling down again, this time on the tiled bathroom floor, he was happy to oblige. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband he slowly drew the satin pants down. Eyes focused, he drank in every little detail. First he uncovered the soft downy bush of blonde pubic hair. Although he'd first felt it yesterday, this was the first time he'd seen her sexy curls.

Fingers and hands brushing over the Scot's arse and thighs, he drew the underwear further down. Next he saw her clit, stiff under its fleshy hood. The temptation to lean forward and suckle the sensitive bud was so strong, but he managed to hold himself back.

And then came her pussy lips. Covered in a varnish of Ms Kirkwood's minge grease, they glistened as they came out into the open. The flaps were thick, long, and so very tempting. I really want to lick and suck them. Pulling the undies further, Neil's eyes widened with excitement when the gusset stuck to the mature sex bomb's snatch. Carol's copious cuntal fluids had glued them in place. Still pulling, he had the waistband almost to her knees when the gusset finally peeled away and fell.

As he peered into her crotch, taking everything in, all the folds, curves, the smooth flesh, the shiny moisture, the blonde hair, he didn't overlook the smell. Inhaling deeply through his nose he delighted in the unfettered aroma of Carol Kirkwood's ripe vagina.

Shining with excitement, his eyes looked up at the blonde, a great big grin plastered across his countenance and was met by her matching expression. She was not embarrassed at all. Just like the man on his knees before her she was excited, aroused. However, she really did need to pee.

Taking to the wooden seat, she sat on the toilet, legs closed, knees together, knickers wrapped around them. A teasing smile made her blue eyes shine with mirth as Neil tried to see into her lap.

'Ah, you want a proper view?' she asked before moving her knees apart, dropping her underpants to her ankles. Slowly she opened her legs, her thighs spreading to display her crotch. As her knees moved further apart, Neil watched her labia spread as well, a glint of shiny pink inner flesh teasing him. Fully exposed, Carol relaxed her body.