Jayne Middlemiss had done pretty well for herself in making the successful transition from children's TV to mainstream presenter, with a host of programmes under her belt. Her greatest career move she couldn't dispute however, was landing a presenters job on the holiday programme, sending her all over the world, staying in the fanciest resorts, and mingling with the stars. Not bad for a young Geordie girl who used to make her living flashing her tits in the papers.
The location she found herself in was not quite as glamorous as some she could remember, but the luxury 5 star health spa she had been assigned to reporting on certainly provided a welcome retreat from her usual hectic jet-set lifestyle, and she was enjoying the rest and relaxation.
After a morning of massage and seaweed wraps, she retreated to her luxury suite and undressed to have a steaming hot shower before lunch. Just as she put her hand on the bathroom door handle however, she was stopped by a sharp rapping on the door.
Muttering to herself at the intrusion. She grabbed her long white bathrobe and covered herself up before opening the door. At the door stood a pile of soft fluffy towels of various colours, all monogrammed with the initials of the country retreat in which she had found herself. These towels were different from normal towels however, as they had hands and arms, and as Jayne looked down, she saw they also had legs and feet. These towels even spoke!
"Fresh towels madam", came the muffled deepish voice, obscured by the deep pile of the material. Jayne giggled girlishly as she began to lift towels from the top of the pile. As she took off 2 towels, she saw a short spiky hairstyle, and as she continued a forehead came into view. Carrying half the towels herself now, Jayne turned and stepped over to the bed to unburden herself and she instructed whatever was behind the towels to do likewise. After the sound of 3 or 4 footsteps and the soft thud of material on duvet, Jayne was finally able to see a young lad in suit pants and a waistcoat. He must have been about 18 or 19, despite standing only about 5 and a half feet in height, and Jayne could see from his name badge that his name was John.
"Cheers John", she chirped in her unmistakable northern brogue, expecting him to turn and leave having fulfilled his given task. Instead he stood gawping at her as she took the towels and placed them on the chest of drawers next to the bed.
"Excuse me..." he eventually mumbled "Are you Jayne Middlemiss?" Jayne smiled, "Yeah, that's me" she replied, now facing the young lad, his diminished stature allowing them to stand almost at eye level with each other. "I'm a really massive fan of yours" continued John, "I think you're really talented, not to mention a total fox!" Jayne grinned as she watched the young lad's face flush red with embarrassment at his openness.
"Thanks mate!" Jayne laughed, quickly followed by a sheepish sounding request from john who was now avoiding eye contact, choosing now to inspect the pattern of the carpet. "Would you er, sign something for me...that is erm, can I have your autograph please?"
"Yeah of course you can, just shut the door behind you for a minute, and I'll go and get a pen and a pad." As she turned away, John flicked the door closed with his heel, causing it to shut sharply with a bang. As the door slammed shut, Jayne jumped, causing the belt to loosen slightly on her bathrobe. Then she moved round to the bedside cabinet and bent over to take the pen and pad out of the drawer.
John watched intently as her bending made the robe stretch tightly across her back, revealing to him the shapely outline of Jayne's firm round buttocks. Just as her robe had tightened, the material at the front of John's trousers had followed suit as staring at her behind had caused something to stir in his groin. However, just as his fixation with her bottom had made him unaware of the situation in his pants, the tightening of the robe across her back had again slightly loosened the fastening of the belt around her waist. A fact that only became apparent when she rose up again and turned back to face him. She was now much less covered than when he had first entered the room.
Not that she was naked or anything, far from it. But the top of the robe had opened slightly, revealing a tantalising V shaped expanse of Jayne's golden chest. John could even see the very top part of the inner cleft of her left breast and his heart began pounding as she moved slowly towards him. As she sauntered casually towards him the front of her robe flapped open briefly with each step, bringing with it a sumptuous glimpse of her slender bronze thighs and smooth silky calves.
The combination of chest and legs was now having a very definite effect on John's genitals and he could feel his penis beginning to swell in his boxers. Jayne hadn't noticed though, and she stopped and sat down on the edge of the bed, her face now dangerously in line with the slowly growing bulge in the front of John's black pants.
Clicking the pen with her thumb to reveal the stubby silver nib she took the pad and looked up at John, whose eyes were still fixed firmly on the chest of his idol. "So what do you want me to put?" she enquired, noticing he had become somewhat distracted. Although not hearing exactly what she had said to him, John had realised she had spoken to him, and the silence which ensued obviously meant she was expecting a reply. Now lifting his head up to meet her eyes, his reply revealed his lack of attention to the question he had just been asked. "I'm sorry, what?" he stuttered, hoping she had not noticed he had been leering at her the whole time. "The autograph", she repeated, "Do you want me to put anything special on it?"
John was now aware of the happenings in the room, and saw that she had a pen in one hand and a hotel notepad on her lap.
"Oh er...sorry Jayne, would you mind signing something special for me?" Jayne smiled, "No, of course not" she replied, then as she tossed the pad onto the floor at her feet she froze for a second hoping he wasn't one of those weirdos who wanted a body part signing, his ass for example, or maybe something worse!
However, her fears subsided as he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his wallet, opened it and took out a folded piece of printed paper. It was only as he replaced the wallet in his pocket that he became fully aware of his semi-aroused state as the back of his hand brushed against his penis.
He decided that it was probably best that he get it signed and leave quickly so he could get away before she noticed and he handed her a piece of folded paper. Jayne took the paper and put it on her lap. She was presented with a black and white picture of her face, neck and top of her shoulders, that was where the paper was folded. It was an old picture, and she was considerably younger. Her long straight hair was then shorter and permed and she had a vacant stare and pouting expression on her teenage face.
It was a picture taken from a newspaper and one she recognised instantly. As she looked at the picture she grinned slyly before looking at John who was once more bashfully examining the floor. The picture he had given her was one of her photos from her topless modelling days, though the fold had been strategically placed by John to hide her naked body. Not wanting to cause the lad any unnecessary embarrassment, she put the picture on her leg and simply signed her name next to her head on the page.
However, just before handing the picture back, she noticed he was preoccupied counting the flowers on the rug or something, and decided to have a quick look at the picture, just out of nostalgia as much as anything and she slowly unfolded it to reveal the full length picture of her torso. Despite it being naturally dishevelled with age, she grimaced slightly as she lowered her eyes over her young body. The crinkled appearance of the paper and the stained patches around her breasts told her it was a picture the lad was more than keen on. She then scribbled something extra on the paper, before re-folding it in such a way to hide the extra message.
