This is a work of fiction about an encounter with Ginger Zee from Good Morning America. It's all pure fantasy. Enjoy.
I got a ping in the app indicating a message from my customer. I opened the rideshare app to read it.
"My flight was delayed, and I'm 2 hours behind. Please don't cancel the ride. I will compensate you for your time. Thank you so much." I then watched as the tip on the reservation went from $25 to $225. I immediately wrote back.
"Not a problem at all. Thank you for the tip!"
They responded. "Of course. Thank you again."
The airport I'm waiting at services Penn State University, so I assume it's some big wig with the university, and they don't want to be stuck at the airport at 3 in the morning. Regardless, I'll happily take the 100 dollar hour payday.
I hunker down and watch a movie and wait. When the flight arrives, I pull up to the curb and wait for my passenger. I see a woman walking towards the car wearing a baseball hat pulled down over her eyes, glasses, leggings, and a baggy sweatshirt. She checks her phone and then waves at me through the window. I lower the passenger window.
"For Ginger?"
"Yes, thank you."
"The trunk is already open. You just need to lift up on it."
"Thank you so much." She nods and puts her bag in the trunk and shuts it.
I can't see much of her with it being dark and the hat and baggy clothes, but she looks beautiful.
I hear the trunk shut, and she climbs in the backseat.
"I see that you're a runner?" She asks as she gets situated. "I saw your stickers."
I smile as I start driving and glance in the mirror. "I do. I'm not very good, but I enjoy it." She looks familiar, but I can't figure out why, and I don't want to stare at her in the mirror, so I concentrate on the road and start driving.
"I run too." She looks out the window. "Do you know any good places to run around here? I'll be here for 3 days."
"Oh yeah. I can point some routes out to you, no problem." Another glance, and again, I swear I know her. "What brings you to Penn State?"
"I'm here for a meteorologist conference. I'm the guest speaker." She glances up at me, her eyes catching mine, and that's when it hits me.
"Wait! You're Ginger Zee! I knew you looked familiar, but I couldn't place it. It's so nice to meet you!" I gush. She's one of the sexiest women on TV, and I've had more fantasies about her than I can ever count, and now, here she is in my car!
She smiles, takes her hat off, and uses her hands to shake out her gorgeous curly hair. "Oh. Feels so good to take that hat off!" She smiles my way. "Nice to meet you, Ben. I'll shake your hand properly later." She laughs and crosses her legs. "Are there any good diners still open at this hour? I'm starving."
"There's one downtown, but it will probably be full of college kids at this hour. Does that bother you?"
"I'm not in a people mood right now." She thinks for a moment then responds. "If I buy you some food and include picking it up in my trip, would you like to join me at my hotel?"
I look in the mirror, and she has a kind and sincere look on her face. "I would love to do that, but you've done more than enough with the tip at the airport and everything else."
"I insist." She laughs, and it's the most beautiful laugh ever. "Just say yes and enjoy a late night meal with me. Please?"
I laugh along with her. "Of course I'll join you! Thank you for everything." I see her smile, and I can't help but wonder where this now very interesting turn of events is going to lead.
She orders our food online, and then I run inside the diner and pick it up. I then drive her to her hotel and wait outside as she checks in. We agreed that having me come in shortly after her to deliver the food was the best way to do it.
Ten minutes later, I knock on her door, and she opens it. She's gotten rid of the hat and the baggy sweatshirt, and she's now wearing her leggings and a green tank top. Her curly hair is down, and she looks incredible.
"Dinner is here." I quip, holding up the bag. "Tips are appreciated." I joke and wink at her.
"Oh? A tip? Let's see what I can do here." She smiles playfully and steps to me and then kisses me softly on the lips, holding for 10 seconds or so before stepping back. "How's that?"
"Perfect." I clear my throat, feeling suddenly nervous. "It was the best tip I've ever gotten."
We go into the suite, and we sit down at the little table and start eating. We make small talk about running, her life on TV, kids, and stuff like that. She then smiles at me and asks.
"You said in the car that you follow me on instagram?"
"Yes, I do." I answer.
"So tell me, Ben. Which picture is your favorite?" Her eyes sparkle playfully as she looks at me, her one foot bouncing in the air as she sits with her legs crossed.
Feeling like I'm suddenly on the hottest, I can feel myself blushing. "Oh, I don't know, there are so many."
She just smiles and keeps pushing. "But there must be one that you really like?"
"Well, sure, but I mean there are so many good ones, I couldn't possibly just pick one."
She leans forward and looks into my eyes. "Do you jerk off to my photos?" She smiles, her eyes hungry.
There's no point in lying. She already knows I do, or she wouldn't be asking. "Yes, I do."
She leans back triumphant and smiles. "So? Which one do you jerk off to the most?"
This is really happening, I think to myself. She started it, so let's see where it's going. "Okay. You were wearing a brown dress, and you were sitting on your steps at home. You had hiked your dress way up, showing lots of thighs." She nods knowingly, and I continue. "The hottest part though was that you were wearing your glasses, and your hair was curly, like it is now. I don't think I've ever seen any woman look as sexy as you did in that photo."
She sits for a moment, just watching me and then says. "I remember that post. I was calling out the men who sexualize me." She then smiles. "I guess it worked." She winks at me, and I can tell she's enjoying herself.
I laugh and lean back in my seat. "Oh yeah. It worked. You're the hottest woman I've ever seen. When you wear dresses and heels, it's almost uncontrollable how hot it makes me." I then add quickly. "Not that you don't look incredible right now also."
She waves her hand and makes a silly face. "Oh, trust me, I know men go crazy for dresses and heels. Nice recovery, though." And she winks at me.
She stands up and stretches, her tank top pulling tight against her breasts, and I realize that she's not wearing a bra and that her nipples are hard. She looks at me. "Will you jerk off for me now?" She then crawls onto the bed and lays down, stretching her arms up over her head.
This is really getting interesting now, I think to myself before answering. "I would love to."
She smiles and looks at me, and I swear I've never seen anything sexier in my life. "Should I stay like this?" She mews.
I stand and undo my shorts, letting them drop to the floor, and then he remove my boxer briefs and grab my half erect penis. "Stay right there." I move to the side of the bed and remove my shirt, standing there, stroking myself.
"Ohhh, you are very fit. How old are you, Ben?" She asks as her eyes gaze over my body and then settle on my hand stroking my cock. "You have a beautiful cock." She breathes out quietly.
"I'm 50." I answer her question as I keep stroking myself. "I'm glad you like what you see." I'm stroking faster now. Watching her watch me is intoxicating and making me crazy.
She lies flat on her back and pulls her tank top up so that her belly is exposed, but her breasts are still covered. She looks at me with a challenging but flirty look. "Think you can cum even I don't get naked."
I groan softly as I start to stroke faster. "Push your leggings down. Let me see your lower abs. Push them to your mound."
She giggles as she pushes them down and then arches her back. "Oh god, I love watching you. Cum for me Ben." She reaches up and grabs one of her breasts with one hand as she exposes her abs to me.
She has her leggings pulled so far down that I can almost see her mound, but she keeps the waistband right at that most tantalizing of spots, and it's making me crazy. I watch her pinch her nipple through her tank top.
"Slide closer to me." I command. "I'm almost there."
She covers the foot between us quickly and then lifts her hips so that the tip of my cock is rubbing against her belly. "Cum on me Ben! Give me your big naughty load." She pants, clearly getting turned on by all this.
I throw my head back and with a loud growl, I started blasting hot ropes of cum across her belly, her mound, and her hand as she holds her leggings. "Oh fuck!!!"
She moans in happy ecstasy and keeps arching her back so that all my cum lands on her body. "Oh god! That's so hot. There's so much of it! Wow!!"
When I finally squeeze out the last rope, my legs give out, and I go and sit in the chair next to the table. I watch as she smears my cum into her skin, and then slips her hand inside her leggings and begins to masturbate.