Meet the news babe

You had lusted after Sharon Taft ever since you hit puberty. She had been a local anchor woman for twenty years, and even though she was now in her mid forties, she was still hot. She did have a few crows feet, but as she liked to point out, she was a workout addict with a great body. A few times the channel had done stories on fitness and showed Sharon in jogging shorts and a tank top. She had great, shapely, toned athletic legs, firm B cups, and a washboard stomach. She had short brown hair just long enough for a slight flip on the sides and back, deep dark brown eyes, tan skin, a cute button nose, and high cheek bones. She was married to a wealthy state senator but got divorced a few years back. You get excited just thinking about having her at your party.

You follow Miriam’s directions and find Sharon Taft’s house. Unfortunately, you find that the beautiful brunette news anchor is backing out of her driveway in a black Lexus. You’ll have to act fast.

You run up to her car, waving your arms. Her eyes go wide and she hits the brakes, then scrambles for something in her purse. It occurs to you that you’ve made a terrible mistake and might be about to die for it. You are slightly relieved when you see she has pulled out a taser rather than a pistol. She rolls down the window a crack.

“You touch my car and I’ll fry your ass,” she says.

You hold your hands up and try to look non-threatening.

“It’s all right!” you say. “I’m not trying to hurt you or anything, Ms. Taft! I…I’m your new neighbor. I’m perfectly harmless.”

She slowly lowers the weapon.

“Oh thank you, Ms. Taft,” you say, hoping that your voice is having the effect you think it is. “I’m really sorry I frightened you. I’m sure we’ll both laugh at this someday when we look back on it. It’s really funny, don’t you think?”

“Well, yes, I guess it is a little,” she says, the corners of her mouth twitching.

“It’s hilarious!” you say. “Come on, Ms. Taft. Let yourself laugh about it. Let it all out.”

The pretty brunette sniggers. Then giggles. Then brakes into a convulsion of laughter that makes tears come to her big brown eyes and sends pretty ripples through her bosom. You laugh right along with her. When at last she calms down, gasping for breath, she apologizes for the misunderstanding and then tells you she has to get to work.

“Actually, I stopped you because I need to talk to you about something,” you tell her. “But I don’t want you to be late for work. Let me ride into the studio with you and we can talk on the way.”

“Are you sure it isn’t too much trouble?” she asks.

“No trouble at all,” you assure her, going around to the passenger side which she unlocks for you without hesitation. “Really, I’ve always wanted to meet you. You’re my favorite news babe.”

“Well, I don’t know that I’d call myself a ‘news babe’,” she says with a note of disapproval in her voice as she pulls out onto the road.

“You really should call yourself that,” you tell her. “You should think of yourself as a news babe. After all, you know that’s why they hired you. You’re sexy! There’s nothing wrong with that! Be proud that you were the prettiest and sexiest news babe so they gave you the anchor chair! Every night, thousands of horny men tune in to the news to see you make love to the camera. That has to be a HUGE turn on for you, Sharon. I can call you Sharon, right?”

“Uh…right…call me Sharon,” she says, looking a bit confused. “I guess I never thought of it. All those men.”

“They want you, Sharon,” you assure her. “You’re the sexiest news babe there is, and you love it, don’t you?”

She giggles guiltily.

“Yes,” she admits. “I guess I do!”

“Hey, admitting it you yourself is important!” you tell her. “You have to know your value if you’re going to really sell what you’ve got. And you want to really make the airways sizzle, don’t you Sharon?”

She gives a throaty chuckle and nods.

“This isn’t what you needed to talk to me about, is it?” she asks as they pulled onto the freeway.

“Well, that was one of the things,” you admit. “Mostly, I wanted to invite you to a party at my new house. You’ll have a great time and you really MUST come. You’ll be late if you have to do the evening news, but I’m sure the party won’t really get started until you show up. You’re the life of any party, Sharon.”

“Why thank you!” she says, blushing.

You go on telling her things as she drives to the TV station, suggestions about dressing sexier and tips on being a friendly neighbor. By the time she pulls into her designated parking place, you have her convinced she’s a bisexual exhibitionist who has always wanted to host a neighborhood orgy.

“Well, here we are!” she announces. “I’ve got a few minutes before I need to be in makeup. Are you sure I can’t take you somewhere?”

“No, here is fine,” you assure her. “There is one thing I would really like, though. If you’d suck me off here in your car, that would be like a dream come true. Please blow me.”

The news babe giggles.

“Anything for a fan!” she says.

She unzips you and pulls out your cock, which is already quite firm. Between her soft, luscious lips, however, it is soon much firmer. You whisper encouragement to her as she bobs her head up and down on your shaft, her tongue working wonders. Soon you are going off in her mouth and she is swallowing greedily as you tell her she must, enjoying the taste as you have told her she does.

Sitting back in her seat, Sharon stretches her neck, a satisfied smile on her face, clearly proud of herself.

“So, do you want to come meet the rest of the team, or do you need to be somewhere?” she asks.