Getting the Job: Carol Kirkwood Part 6: The New Producer
By Imorol
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
Carol Kirkwood was feeling very frustrated. Inside she felt pent up, pensive, but she didn't allow it to show. Smiling into the camera lens, she was presenting the day's weather. Having finished the live broadcasts she and her new director/producer, Neil Hearst, where recording the forecast to be repeated throughout the morning on the BBC News.
'...the weather front moves down, bringing all this rain with it,' she said.
Turning to the blue screen where the digital graphics would be added, her large bust stood in profile, the curves tightly hugged by her bright pink blouse. Tracing the path the weather would take with her hand caused a jiggle under the top. It was very much deliberate.
'...especially over the highlands.'
Body twisting back towards the camera, hand still gesturing at the map, caused Carol to lean forwards. Through the lens, the home audience was to be rewarded with an eyeful of her cleavage, full round breasts pressed together, framed in the neckline of her top. On purpose the Scottish presenter had left one too many buttons undone.
And still no response
, she thought as she smiled into the camera, the recording session coming to an end.
Two months ago had seen one of the staffing shake-ups the BBC periodically went through. Amongst those changes had been the team behind the weather forecast production. Reassured ahead of time by her agent, Carol was in no danger of being replaced. Although her previous producer, Trevor Whitlow, had moved into a different department, his replacement was yet another associate of the SF Talent Agency.
One month ago she had been introduced to the new producer, a much younger man named Neil Hearst. At that time it had been made clear that Ms Kirkwood's arrangement to exchange sexual favours to maintain her career position was to transfer to Mr Hearst. Carol had eagerly accepted the terms, as had Mr Hearst.
And yet he still hasn't laid a hand on me
, she thought.
Yet it's clear he is interested
.
Indeed, every time over the past month while they had been producing the weather forecasts, Neil's eyes had been constantly vacillating between the twins of her chest, her hips, crotch and backside. Although he knew he could touch her, that the presenter had more than agreed to be taken whenever he desired, it appeared he was hesitant to do anything.
Carol had eventually come to the conclusion that her new producer was simply shy, didn't know how to ask for whatever it was he wanted.
Bloody obvious what he wants though
, the frustrated blonde thought seeing the man's eyes focused on her deliberate display of cleavage.
And he's not the only one who wants something
.
Through her association with the SF Talent Agency and the various men and women she had come into contact with, the mature presenter had enjoyed a great deal of exciting and extraordinarily satisfying sex. But it had all come to a halt when Trevor left and Neil arrived. Used to a lot of sexual activity, much of it risqué, the sudden cessation had led to her current state of frustration.
Enough of this! He won't make the first move? I will
, she thought.
'Great job, Carol,' Mr Hearst said, eyes still looking at her chest. 'That should do it for today.'
Standing before him, he couldn't help but look at Ms Kirkwood's considerable charms. Her bright pink blouse emphasised the size of her boobs, round and full under the bright silk. With every movement she made they seemed to jiggle, teasing him. Below she wore a loose black skirt and Neil couldn't help but wonder what she had on under there.
However, Carol had been correct in her deductions. A younger man, Neil was shy. Although not inexperienced with women, there were certain things he enjoyed and wanted to experience with the Scot standing there, but wasn't sure he could ask for them. Newly associated with the SF Talent Agency, he had not fully experienced the benefits such an association brought with it.
'Neil, could you spare a moment,' Carol asked as she unclipped her microphone, hands knocking her breasts suggestively.
'Of course, Carol. What is it?' the man replied, turning his attention away from his camera setup and fighting the urge to stare at her shirt again.
Having decided to offer herself on a plate, the beautiful Scot pressed her arms to her body and thrust out her chest. Already prominent, her décolletage rose until it threatened to spill from her blouse. Putting a sway in her hips she crossed the small studio to stand before her new producer. As she moved she felt a growing warmth as her excitement grew.
Without saying a word, her blue eyes locked on his own brown ones, she reached out and took hold of his hand. Raising her black skirt with the other hand, she pulled his under the garment. Still without saying a word, but with a warm smile on her face, Carol Kirkwood pressed her producer's hand against her warm knickers.
'This is yours, Mr Hearst. Anytime you want it,' she said, sexy Scottish accent husky with excitement. Under her skirt she pressed his hand tighter to her after a brief moment, forcing his fingers to touch her underwear, to feel her heated crotch. Silently she urged him to touch her of his own accord.
Mouth falling open, eyes dropping to her chest once more, he didn't say anything. Within his trousers, though, his rapidly inflating cock thumped against the cloth, eagerly proclaiming the young man's interest.
The producer was clearly interested yet did nothing. Determined to make something happen, the weather presenter started to slowly rub his hand against her knickers. As she manipulated his fingers against her rapidly heating pussy, she caused his palm to slide over her hard little clit. A hot feminine gasp sounded in response to the stimulation, hips slowly rocking back and forth. Increasing the pressure she put on Neil's hand, Carol started to grind her crotch against it. Her fanny was tingling as moisture gathered at her flaps.
'Touch me, Neil. I want you to touch me down there,' the blonde woman said, her tone hot and seductive.
After a moment more of hesitation, he finally responded. Under Carol's black skirt the TV producer started to move his hand himself. Slowly at first, he explored, brushing over the soft cotton, savouring the feel of them with his fingertips. Beneath he could feel the swelling pussy of Ms Kirkwood, pushing back at his probing touch. Fingers sliding further down, investigating ever more eagerly, they were bathed in feminine heat.
Exploring the cleft, he sought the entrance to Carol's pussy. Feeling wet cotton, he knew he'd found it. Digging inwards, he pushed, seeking to enter through her knickers. Increasing warmth and wetness greeted the renewed probing.
