As a free lance writer, I pick up jobs wherever I can, and one of the things I most like to do is write for television shows. The money is good, and it tends to be fun, and there are some great side benefits sometimes. A few days ago, in collaboration with my sometimes writing partner, Duane, I worked on a variety show. I like working with Duane. As an African American man in his early forties, he often sees things from a different angle than I do, and I like having him join me in some of those side benefits. .
The featured guest that evening was Jessica Simpson, and we wrote a comedy segment starring her. It was too long to be called a skit, and too short to be called a play, and it featured the curvaceous blonde singer as a private investigator named Sexy Jimpson. Her first name was short for Sexica. As you could probably infer from the name of her character and Jessica's status as a world-class hotty, she used her sex appeal to bring the comically inept villain to justice. However, she also used her intelligence; we chose not to portray her as a dumb blonde.
After the very successful rehearsal, everybody connected with the show, including Duane and me, went out for a snack in a dining room that had been set aside for us in our hotel. Most of the people there, including the two of us, were staying in that hotel, and they were so glad for our custom, they made special accommodations for us. As "civilians", comparatively speaking, he and I were seated somewhat apart from the others, until Jessica joined us. We were seated in adjacent chairs at a long table, and she squeezed another chair in between us, even though there were vacant seats on either side. We didn't object. What straight guy in his right mind would complain about being close to a gorgeous woman like Jessica Simpson?
"I really appreciate the part you guys wrote for me," she started by saying.
"No problem," Duane answered. "It was fun writing it, and we got paid pretty well."
"Even so, I want to show you my appreciation. I was so afraid when I agreed to the gig that I would have a part as a dumb, sexy blonde, and I get so tired of that.
"Have you looked in a mirror lately?" I asked her. "I don't see how we could help writing a part for you as a sexy blonde."
She giggled at that. "Oh, blonde and sexy are fine. I just get tired or being typecast as dumb. And, like I said, I want to show you how I appreciate it."
"Okay," Duane answered. We're really glad you appreciate it. It isn't often a big star like you tells us something like that, and we're happy to hear it."
"No, no. You don't understand. I don't just want to TELL you I appreciate it. I want to SHOW you."
I have been accused of being not very swift, but even I knew what she meant when Jessica rested her hand on my thigh and started moving it in the direction of my crotch. In a few seconds, she had unzipped my fly, and the questing hand was inside my pants and seeking the opening of my boxer shorts. From the look on Duane's face, I assumed her other hand was doing the same for him.
"I mean, I have a suite in this hotel, and I would love for both of you to go there with me, and we can talk about whatever comes up." By then, her soft fingers had found my cock and wrapped themselves around it. Her hand was definitely making it become eligible to be a subject of that conversation.
Duane answered for both of us. "I think George and I would love that. Isn't that right, George?" All I could do was nod my head, but I did it so emphatically there could have been no doubt of my concurrence.
"Good, but first I better go tell my manager I'm leaving. He'll have a hissy fit if I don't." Jessica grinned, first at Duane and then at me, before going over to talk to a greasy looking man in a suit.
When she returned, we were standing up, but both of us were having some trouble doing that. Arm in arm, with her between us, we headed for the express elevator that went only to the floors where the VIP suites were. Duane and I, peons, relatively speaking, were sharing a room with two single beds, but we knew Jessica would have accommodations that would be much more comfortable.
We were right. She opened the door with her key card and closed it behind us, also latching the security lock. We were in a small sitting room, but Jessica had no interest in sitting. She led us into the bedroom, with its king size canopy bed, stopped and turned around. She spread her arms and Duane, who is younger and quicker and more athletic than I am, got there first.
His arms went around Jessica; his mouth attached itself to hers, and his hands went to her voluptuous ass. I'm not a voyeur, but I watched, because I wanted a turn with those lips too, and the wait was not a long one. She turned her face to me and, when we started kissing, her tongue quickly made the acquaintance of mine. One of Duane's hands remained on her ass, while the other one deftly unbuckled the beaded belt that went around the waistline of her designer jeans.
She was wearing a T-Shirt, and my hands quickly went under the hemline, and raised it above her breasts. The clasp on her bra was a simple one, and I unfastened it, pulled it off, and dropped the bra on the floor, letting her luscious breasts spill free. I have seen many pictures of Jessica, and I had seen her cavorting seductively on the sound stage two hours ago, and I knew she has gorgeous breasts. However, to truly appreciate them, you have to see them bare, and hold them in your hands, as I was doing them. Believe me, I very thoroughly appreciated everything about them, from their vibrancy as I cupped them in my hands to the large, pink nipples.
By that time, Duane had opened her belt and her pants, and his other hand was inside her panties, playing with Jessica's lovely ass. She giggled at our eagerness. "I guess I picked the right way to thank you guys," she said, and raised her arms so I could pull the T-Shirt off and toss it in the direction of her bra. "But why are we standing here in the middle of the floor when the bed is so close?"
She was right, so we stumbled over to the bed. Duane had his other hand down the front of Jessica's panties, and I was fondling her succulent breasts, and it made the walking difficult, but we made it, and sat there in a row on the edge of the bed. She looked at me, smiling lasciviously, and turned to look at Duane.
"Aren't you guys hot, with all those dumb old clothes on?" she asked.
We weren't, but we did feel overdressed, especially since Jessica was so delightfully bare above the waist, and her jeans were obviously about to be removed. Hurriedly, we peeled off our clothing. Duane was wearing slip-on sneakers, and a pullover shirt, while I had to untie and unbutton, so he was naked a few seconds before I was. He started pulling down Jessica's tight jeans, and got them around her ass, when I took the pants leg opposite him and pulled it down. She scuffed out of her ballerina slippers, and Duane and I each pulled one leg of her pants down and all the way off. Jessica was wearing only panties, and I noticed they matched the bra that was lying in the middle of the floor.
She stood up, stuck her fingers in the elastic waistband and, with one quick motion pulled them down around her hips and ass. When Jessica let go, they slid down her legs, and she kicked them away in the general direction of her other clothing. All three of us were equally naked, but her truly lovely body made her seem to be more naked than we were. As beautiful as her breasts are, her curvaceous ass was just as much a treat to my eyes and, I assumed to Duane's, who was gazing at her as intently as I was. Although she enjoyed our admiring looks, she wanted more action, so she sat on the bed and slid toward the middle. Seconds later, we were all lying there together, with the gorgeous blonde star in the middle.
Duane and I each took the luscious breast nearest to us and started licking the nipple. He knows I have been in situations like this more often than he has, so he tends to follow my lead. Jessica's breasts and nipples are so big and ripe that when I licked them, it was sometimes with broad strokes of my tongue, and sometimes short dabs with just the tip. She, apparently, liked both ways, as well as what Duane was doing, because she was soon purring in pleasure, while her body squirmed on the bed. I glanced over and saw that he was curling his tongue around her nipple, and caressing her that way, so I tried it too. It was just as much fun as any other technique. Jessica has such delightful breasts, especially her sensitive nipples, that anything either Duane or I did to them with our tongues was fun for her and for us.