Hi, everybody! While work on the last couple of chapters of LA Aces continues, I figured I'd let you guys get a look at my next series, starring Danneel Harris.
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Celebrities: Danneel Harris
Codes: MF, cons, oral, anal, bond, toys
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One of the best things about working for The CW is the annual network "Thanksgiving Banquet." It's not really a Thanksgiving dinner, because it happens in the first week of December, but it's a big get-together for the stars and the crew and the writers where everybody gets dressed up nice and has a meal together. It's a formal thing, but there's no real hierarchy; the network makes sure that every table has some stars and some non-stars.
I most definitely fit into the "non-star" category, so this was a pretty big night for me. I work for one of the network's zillions of reality shows, so this was a chance for me to actually meet someone with talent for a change. As luck would have it, I was at a table with someone who had not just talent, but a fantastic surplus of beauty.
Danneel Harris was one of the network's lesser-known stars, but it certainly wasn't because she lacked in the looks department. She had a gorgeous face that didn't need a lot of make-up, very attractive auburn hair that she had put up in a stylish bun, and a simply amazing body that was squeezed into a tight black gown. Like the rest of her, the gown was simple, yet elegant; it displayed an impressive (but not slutty) amount of cleavage, and had a slit up on side that showed off her stocking-clad legs.
In addition to her stunning beauty, Danneel was a very good conversationalist. We, and the others at our table, spent the evening talking and laughing and joking about all sorts of topics; some starlets can put up a veneer of likeability, but I could tell that Danneel was all real.
As the meal began and conversation died down, I occasionally caught her stealing glances at me. I don't consider myself especially handsome or studly, but I'm no schlub; decked out in a tux as I was, I may have even looked dapper. I suppose it helped that the rest of the gents at our table were both older and more lecherous than I; Danneel seemed to be eyeballing me almost as much as they were eyeballing her.
While I noticed her flirtatious glances, I didn't respond to them until I felt something brush against my ankle under the table. Curious, I peaked beneath the tablecloth and saw that Danneel had slipped off her heel and was rubbing her foot against me. I casually looked up at her, and she raised her eyebrow.
Apparently sensing that I did not object to a little game of Footsie, Danneel began to run her foot over my left shin. I was thankful for the network's choice of narrow tables, as they allowed Danneel to do quite a lot of moving under the table without being noticed above it.
As nonchalantly as I could, I pulled my chair in a little closer. Danneel noticed, and smiled. She did likewise, lifting her leg and resting her foot in my lap. I slipped my left hand underneath the table and started to gently rub her foot. She smiled at me, wiggling her toes as my fingers worked on her.
She moved her foot closer to my crotch; I was already getting hard, and her warmth did nothing to slow the process. I very gently whacked her across the toes, pushing her foot away from my crotch. She looked at me, confused. Without a word, I stood and headed for a more secluded area of the gathering.
As I hoped she would, Danneel followed me. "What was that about?" she asked. I looked around us, confirming that we were alone for the moment, and grabbed her for a kiss. I could tell that she was surprised, but not displeased; after a second, she started to moan into my mouth and return the kiss.
I almost forgot where we were. I wanted to peel off her gown and fuck her right there, but I knew that that probably wouldn't go over well with the other guests. So, grudgingly, I broke the kiss. Not for the first time, Danneel seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. "Let's get out of here," she said, leading me to the exit.
Her limousine had barely started rolling before we were all over each other. We kissed hungrily, tongues intertwining as my hands fumbled with the zipper on the back of her gown. I finally managed to grab it, and pulled it down, exposing the soft, smooth, flawless skin of her back. This time she broke the kiss, and pushed me back; I sat down on the floor of the limo while she kneeled on the seat, slowly removing her gown.
As I watched Danneel strip, I took a second to reflect on the events of the last half hour; somehow, a little innocent flirtation had suddenly snowballed into heated passion, and neither I nor Danneel appeared to want that to change.
Danneel slipped the straps of her gown off of her shoulders, and started slowly peeling the dress away from her flesh. She grinned wickedly as she uncovered her chest; she covered her breasts with her arm while she undressed. She started to wiggle her hips, shimmying the dress over her ass. When she finally kicked the expensive gown away, it joined my jacket in a pool on the floor, and she was left in just her black stockings, heels and satin panties.
