Through a competition on television I had won the right to present an award at a show-biz award ceremony in London. The award was a minor accolade and my main reason for accepting the invitation to attend the ceremony was to meet the host of the event, Fearn Cotton. Cute and sexy Fearn had been a regular on light entertainment for sometime but she has only begun to realise her potential as a sex symbol relatively recently. I was excited to see what kind of outfit she would be wearing and I really hoped it would show off her alluring navel, her cute pert tits and her gorgeous slim legs. I imagined her in a short skirt with kinky boots and a short crop top showing plenty of cleavage and the round outline of those bouncy, cute tits. In my wildest dreams I imagined that I would even catch the faintest suggestion of her nipples becoming erect as they pushed gently against the inside of her top.
I arrived at the studio where the event was taking place. It was to be broadcast live on TV and so there were several procedures that I had to be familiarised with before I could take part. I was shown around backstage by a technician and then taken away to the green room to wait until it was my turn to take the stage. To my delight I found myself alone with Fearn and my fantasies about what she might be wearing were not disappointed. She was wearing an orange mini skirt that hugged her thighs except for a revealing slit up one side. Her top was also orange and was tight! Ripples in the fabric extenuated the roundness of her breasts and the V-neck collar revealed more than an eyeful of cleavage. Best of all however was the way she was sat down in a large armchair. She was obviously relaxing before the show as she sat with her smooth, tanned legs dangling over the arm of the chair revealing a large swathe of her thigh through the slit in the skirt but there was also a teasing glimpse of her thong very close to the seat. She was reading a magazine and facing the other way so I sat down and tried not to disturb her.
I looked straight ahead, trying to avoid the temptation to look at the staggeringly cute and horny beauty in the adjacent chair but my mind was preoccupied with the chance of catching another glimpse of her g-string. I imagined myself cupping her breasts or stroking her long, slim thighs and I realised I was getting aroused. I had to look! I learnt forward and turned my head towards her to find that in the mean time she had shifted her position causing the skirt to ride up higher, showing even more of her underwear and her firm arse but she was still concentrating on the magazine. I stared. The underwear was a black g-string and I was staggered to be able to see that it cut right up her arse crack and allured to the shape of her pussy lips.
Suddenly I realised how was staring and I glanced upwards to make sure she was still reading but she was looking over the top of the magazine, right into my eyes. I blushed and tried to excuse myself but she looked at my groin and noticed my firm cock poking up through my trousers. Then she looked back at my eyes. She bit her bottom lip like the sex kitten she looked like and then gave me a dirty smile and winked. I was taken aback but I was unable to react because at that very second there was a knock on the door and Fearn leapt up to do the show.
My time to go onto the stage came around quickly and Fearn introduced me to the audience. It was customary for the hosts, presenters and award winners to exchange polite kisses and hand shakes while on stage but I was nervous about approaching Fearn after our meeting earlier. I need not have been nervous but I did blush in front of the audience as Fearn gave me a cheeky kiss on the lips and whispered in my ear, “my dressing room later” in my ear as I attempted to announce the award winners.
I was bemused. Surely it could not happen. I imagined myself with Fearn in the dressing room. I imagined myself kissing her neck and running my hands up her thighs, and onto her firm buttocks while she whispered dirtily in my ear about how much she wanted to be filled up by my throbbing cock right here against the dressing room door. Running my hands around the elastic of her g-string to peel it away from the moisture of her sweet pussy. Kneeling down to help her get the g-string right off and simultaneously spreading her legs to reveal her beautifully waxed mound with the labia already glistening in her warm juices. Gently placing kisses along her inner thighs until I’m close enough to smell her precious cunt. Then I would make a slow circular motion with my tongue around the outside of her clit to tease her before I flick the clit with the tip of my tongue, frequently taking longer licks right from the bottom of her tight love hole to the clit in order to take in the taste of her wetness. Fearn moans with pleasure, her head back against the wall and her eyes closed as she enjoys having her pussy eaten. She grabs my head and forces me to go deeper into her moist sex. I decide to give her even more by sliding my index finger into her moist love hole. I reach right inside and stroke her G-spot with a slow rhythm as I continue to flick her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue. She moans loudly. She moans louder still when I gently force another finger inside her and continue the motion. I make the rhythm faster as she builds up to an orgasm and then she yelps as she comes and hot juice floods over my hand and tongue. She pulls me up by the hand and stares longingly into my eyes as she licks my fingers clean of her own juice and gives me a long, tender snog.
Suddenly I stopped day dreaming. Fearn was just ahead of me in the corridor, signing autographs and stuff and she looked sweaty from the show. I observed which room was hers but waited for a few minutes for commotion over autographs to pass. I nervously approached the door. I had a rock hard cock making a bump in my pants and I had no idea what to expect so I took a deep breath and gave a firm knock on the door.
“Come in” was the response in Fearn’s familiar voice. I pushed the door open. Before me was a square room with a makeup table and mirror on the right, at the far side of the room was a couch and on the left was a door to the shower room which was open and the light was on. I closed the main door behind me and as I turned back towards the middle of the room, Fearn appeared from the bathroom. She was still in her orange outfit but she was waving the black g-string above her head. I felt my cock bulge in my pants. She stood by the couch with her left hand on her hip and her right hand swinging the g-string like a lasso. “Why don’t you help me out of the rest of these hot clothes” she purred.
I moved towards her and we were hastily into a deep, insatiable kiss. We were franticly trying to tear each other’s clothes off. She unbuttoned my shirt and I pulled her top off to let her gorgeous tits free. I passionately sucked on her nipples and flicked them with my tongue and I found the faint scent of her sweat arousing. She had my shirt off and then threw it away and knelt down before me to concentrate on freeing my throbbing cock. My trousers were down and she helped it out of my pants my giving it a long, sensual stroke. When she saw my full size she looked up into my eyes and gave me the same sex kitten smile that I had seen earlier in the Green room. She gently wanked me and as spots of pre cum appeared she attended to each one by licking it off and savouring the taste.
