Carol Vorderman pulled into the car park of the Yorkshire Television Studios. The journey from the West Country had not been a good one and the unusually hot weather had made her journey even more unbearable. And by god the heat was making her feel horny. Since the break up of her marriage a couple of years before her sex life had plummeted somewhat, not that it was that good anyway, her husband only had a small cock and the straw that broke the camel's back was when she had an affair with a guy with a much bigger cock than her husbands and she knew that she needed large cocks to keep her satisfied. She'd had one or two relationships since the split but being famous had a tendency to scare away would be suitors. She always carried a vibrator with her when she was away from home, a huge nine- inch model, but she knew she was desperate for the real thing again.
She headed for the studios. It was the start of a new week and she had nine programmes of Countdown to record over the next three days. Heading into the building she said a cheery hello to the doorman and headed up to the first floor and her dressing room. The first thing she needed to do before recording started in an hour or so was to have a shower and freshen herself up. She let herself into the dressing room and threw her bag onto the chair and she switched on the air conditioning right to full blast. She went to her desk and scanned through her timetable and saw that she had exactly fifty five minutes before she was due in the studios. She undressed and caught her reflection in the mirror as she passed over the room to pick up her dressing gown. Hmmmm she thought to herself, not too bad for a woman of my age. Her tits were still firm, her arse was nicely rounded and although her hips showed the signs of bearing two children, because she worked out four times a week her body was nicely toned. She kept her pussy neatly trimmed and although she promised herself she would shave it completely one day she had never got round to it.
Carol looked at herself in the mirror and could not resist inserting a finger into her pussy. She was so wet. It actually surprised her in fact just how wet she was. She pushed her finger in and out five or six times and then withdrew it and brought it up to her mouth. Mmmmm she thought, I do like the taste of my own juices. Snapping back to reality, Carol realized she did not have time for this right now but promised herself that when the day was over and she had checked into her hotel, she would have some fun with her vibrator.
Although most of the stars at Yorkshire Television had their own dressing rooms, the shower facilities were shared and were entered by a room at the back of each dressing room. The women had dressing rooms on the first floor and the men on the second floor so there was no danger of embarrassing encounters with the male stars. Carol entered the shower room and at first she thought that she was alone but as she reached the cubicle area she saw that Christine Talbot and Carolyn Hodgson, two of the girls from the regional Calendar News team were there. Now she wasn't sure if she imagined it, but Carol thought she noticed a sudden movement from each of the girls as though they had been caught doing something they shouldn't have been. Both girls were totally naked and as Carol got closer she noticed that Carolyn especially had gone a very deep shade of red and that the nipples of both girls were extremely hard. She just smiled a little to herself and thought that it was none of her business anyway and just acted as though nothing had happened.
" Hi girls" she said before entering one of the cubicles and locking herself inside.
As the hot needles of water cascaded down onto her, Carol immediately felt a lot better and she started to soap herself clean. She ran her hands over her breasts and because she was feeling so horny lately her nipples instantly became erect. She rubbed them between her thumb and forefinger and was very quickly becoming aroused. Fucking hell I really do need a cock she thought and lowered her hand and gently started to rub herself on her very sensitive clitoris. Jolts of electricity coursed through her body and she leant back onto the cubicle and fingered herself to an earth shattering climax. When she had finished she cursed herself.
" Damn" she said " I didn't really have time for that"
She was now more horny than ever. Carol quickly finished washing herself and re-entered her dressing room to prepare for the first recording. She made it to the studio with about five minutes to spare. The first two recordings of the day were pretty normal and went very well, the contestants were the usual middle-aged type, but when the third recording was being rehearsed one of the contestants that was introduced to Carol took her breath away. His name was Winston Hall, he was about thirty years of age, six feet two inches tall and looked as though he didn't have an ounce of excess fat on him. He was also the blackest man that Carol had ever seen.
The recording started and Carol could not take her eyes off this man and when it was his turn to select letters for a new round she even found herself light-heartedly flirting with him. The feeling between her legs was good too and her juices started flowing into her panties as she was playing a different type of game in her mind. If only the viewers knew my juices she smiled inwardly to herself.
Eventually the recording was over and as it was the last one of the day all the stars, crew and contestants met in the bar for a few drinks. Carol immediately made a beeline for Winston Hall and the pair were soon involved in friendly chit-chat. It seemed that he had travelled from the south of England and because the recording of his show was scheduled to finish late in the day he had booked an overnight stay in a hotel in the centre of Leeds.
Usually Carol had dinner after recordings with the shows' presenter Richard Whiteley, but her mind started to work overtime. She had to have this gorgeous black man and knew she might never get another chance as he had lost his game this afternoon and was eliminated. She saw Richard on the other side of the room and made her way toward him. She told him that with the travelling this morning and the heat etc that she had developed an enormous headache and wouldn't be dining with them that evening. Richard was very sympathetic and told Carol to get back to her hotel, get a good nights sleep and he would see her in the morning. Carol thanked him, said goodnight and turned to leave. She smiled. Sleep was the last thing on her mind.
On the way back across the room she stopped at an empty table took out a piece of paper from her handbag and scribbled something. She saw Winston talking to some of the other contestants and made her way to say goodbye to them. After apologizing about leaving early she made her way to leave and when it came to Winston she just said goodbye and shook his hand. This time though a piece of paper passed between them and Carol left.
About ten minutes later, Winston, who had clasped the piece of paper in his hand, casually unfolded it and looked to see what was on it. It simply said: Leeds/ Bradford Post House 7.30. He glanced at his watch it was 6.25.
Exactly one hour later Winston found himself standing in the foyer of the Leeds / Bradford Post House and a very happy looking Carol Vorderman was making her way toward him.
" Hi" she said, " I'm glad you could make it"
Winston smiled, " How could I refuse an offer like that from a celebrity like you" he replied.
Carol could feel herself blushing.
The pair made their way to the bar and Carol ordered them both a drink. After about twenty minutes if idle chat Winston suddenly asked Carol why she had invited him here.
" I think you know the answer to that" she replied.
