My Time With Ginger Zee

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.

"Let me watch." I say, almost desperate to see her naked body.

She ignores me and keeps fingering herself. 30 seconds later she erupts in a powerful orgasm, her entire body freezing as if someone hit the pause button, and then with a loud cry, she shakes and cums hard, pushing her fingers deep inside her pussy. I just watch in amazement as she finishes and then turns to me.

"Sorry. I just really had to cum. I've never watched a man jerk off in front of me like that. It was one of the hottest things I've ever done."

I smile. "It's okay. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

She stands up and leans over me, kissing me hard on the lips, her tongue finding mine and dancing with it. "I have to get some sleep, but I promise, if you come back tomorrow night, I will let you have your way with me."

I hold her ass and pull her to me, my fingers massaging her slit through her leggings. She bites her lip as I play with her.

"I'll take you up on that deal." I say as I pull my hand away. "What time?"

She sighs as I take my hand away, but then looks at me. "Come to the room at 7. I'll order room service for us."

I stand up and put my clothes on. "Wear a dress and heels. Please."

"Of course. I have to present tomorrow. I promise to look my best."

I kissed her one last time. "I can't wait, Ginger."

"I can't either, Ben. Believe me."

With that, I leave and go home, my body already excited for tomorrow night.

*******

The next day can't go by fast enough, and finally, it's time to go and meet Ginger. I get to the hotel and go up to her room. I knock on the door, and when she opens the door, my jaw nearly drops to the floor. I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. She's wearing a light blue dress that hugs her body, showing off her amazing breasts and her tight, firm ass. It ends just above her knees and flairs out just below her ass. To top it off, she's wearing tan strappy heels that show off her sexy feet and painted toes.

"Wow. Ginger. I don't even know what to say. You look incredible."

She pulls me into the room and shuts the door. "I know you like my hair curly, but I needed to straighten for today. Tomorrow though, I'll wear it curly for you."

I kiss her on the mouth as I run my hand along her face. "You look perfect just as you are." I kiss her again, and it becomes heated quickly as she wraps her arms around my neck, our tongues dancing.

I push her against the wall, my hands going to her breasts, cupping them through her dress. They are the perfect handful. She groans and pulls me against her, grinding her mound against my hard cock.

"You're so hard already." She gasps as she reaches down, undoing my pants. "I've been thinking about your hard cock all day long."

I pull her dress up to her hips and sink my fingers into her folds, her tiny little g string barely covering her soaking wet pussy. "You're soaked, Ginger." I push on her clit, making little circles on her swollen nub. "Cumming on you last night was the hottest thing I've ever done."

We kiss hard, our hands all over one another. Our breathing is heavy and ragged as we make our way to the bed. We fall onto it, Ginger opening her legs as I grind against her. I kneel between her legs and she grabs my cock, guiding me to her entrance as she pulls her g string to the side.

"Oh god, I can't wait." She groans, rubbing my head on her slit. "Fuck me, Ben. Just fuck me hard and cum inside me."

I push into her, sinking my 7 inches to the hilt. I then grab her breasts through her dress and start slamming into her pussy with all I have. Clothes now only an afterthought as we fuck.

"You're so fucking tight." I hiss as I watch my cock fucking her perfectly smooth pussy. There's not a hint of stubble anywhere. Her juices make my shaft glisten, and her lips hug my cock as I plow in and out of her.

"Oh god! Your cock feels so amazing! Don't stop till you cum deep inside me!" She screams as her fingernails rake my back.

Our bodies slam together with every hurried thrust, and her feet bounce in the air as I hold her legs at the knees. She cums hard as I push deep and hold it there, her pussy squeezing me like a vice as she arches her back in orgasmic bliss.

I start fucking her again, continuing my relentless plowing until I can't take anymore and I bury myself balls deep in her pussy, growling and cursing as I paint her womb with my seed.

"God fucking damnit!" I curse as wave after wave crashes into her walls.

"Fuck!!" She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into her as my orgasm starts to subside.

She kisses me on the mouth, and then I collapse next to her. "That was intense." She breathes hard as she rolls on her side to look at me.

"Sorry if I messed up your clothes." I smile, looking at her dress which is disheveled, and her panties which are now soaked as my creampie starts to leak from her pussy.

She laughs and kisses me. "That's the best fuck I've had in quite a long time. You can rip my clothes off me for all I care. I've missed that sort of passion in my life." She rests her head on my chest and looks up at me. "Would you like to stay the night?"

I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her forehead. "I'd love nothing more, trust me."

She rolls to her stomach and props herself up on her elbows, looking at me. "I'm sure you understand that this has to stay between us?"

"Of course." I brush a hair back behind her ear. "I would never do anything to hurt your career."

"Thank you." She lays her head on my chest again. "Maybe I can come and visit when I get the chance. I like being with you. You put me at ease."

"I would love that." I respond and run my hand along her back. I find the zipper to her dress and unzip her dress. "First though, I want to see you naked. I haven't had the privilege of that yet!" I joke.

She smiles and stands up. "I guess you're right." She slowly lowers her dress, shimmying her hips and sliding it down her legs. To say that her body is incredible is an understatement. She's tone, strong, beautiful. I'm amazed by just how perfect she is.

"Ginger." I say softly as I look at her. "I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you are."

She does a little spin, showing off her expensive g string. She then turns back to face me, her hands holding her breasts. "Do you like my bra?"

"I love it. Demi cup bras are the sexiest things ever, in my opinion." I can see the dark circle of her areola through the black lace, and it makes my cock twitch with excitement. "Can you take them off for me? I want to see all of you."

She grins and reaches behind her, undoing her bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts are perfect, about the size of softball with dark areola and small, tight nipples. Next is her g string, which she slides down her honey colored legs, tossing it aside. Her pussy is smooth, and I can see a hint of her lips hanging down.

"Jesus." I mutter as I grab my cock and start stroking it. "Turn around and bend over for me."

"Mmmmm. Naughty boy." She smiles and turns and then reaches down, both palms flat on the floor as she turns her head to look at me. "Like this?" She asks.

Her pussy glistens with her juices, her puffy lips sticking out perfectly from between her thighs. Her puckered little rosebud is also hairless, and all I can think about is eating her ass till she screams. I lean forward, grab both her ass cheeks, and bury my tongue in her puckered little asshole.  She groans and pushes back against my mouth.

"Oh god. Eat my ass. Oh fuck, I love it!!" She screams.

I hold her ass cheeks open and tongue fuck the hell out of her ass. She holds herself on her hands, her hair hanging down and brushing the floor. I reach between her legs and massage her clit with my fingers as I push my thumb inside her love hole. When she cums, it's loud and intense and she eventually pulls away from me, turning and collapsing on the bed.

"Holy fuck!" She exhales and looks at me. "Your the first man to eat my ass like that. That was crazy."

I lean down and kiss her. "I'm glad you liked it, but I'm not done with you."

I stand up next to the bed and I grab her hips, pulling her towards me so her ass is right on the edge of the bed. I then shove my cock into her pussy, burying myself as I use my fingers to gather some of her juices. I then rub the juices on her asshole. Using my hands on the bottom of her thighs, I push her legs towards her chest, giving me a great view of her pussy and her ass. I hold my cock and press against her rosebud, moaning as the head pops past her sphincter. She groans and grabs her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples.

"Oh god yes. Fuck my ass, Ben. Fuck my ass and fill it with your cum."

Hearing her talk dirty like that makes me crazy and I keep pushing till I'm buried deep inside her. "Your ass feels so fucking good. I never would have guessed you were such a dirty little slut."

She just smiles and pushes her tits together. "I'm nice and innocent on air, but a dirty whore when I'm alone. Now fill my ass with that beautiful cum."

We fall into a rhythm of incredible ass fucking. I pound her with nice long strokes and then occasionally hold myself buried in her ass every few strokes or so. I can sense her orgasm building, and I know I'm going to explode at any moment as well, so I start massaging her clit with my fingers, pressing down and using fast little circles on her swollen button. When she cums, she screams out, and she cums so hard that she nearly pushes me out of her ass. I grab her hips and push against her, going as deep as possible as my own orgasm hits and I dump load after load of hot cum into her asshole. We both groan loudly as the aftershocks shoot through our bodies, and we both collapse on the bed next to one another.

"I don't know how much more I can take." She says, turning her head to look at me. "No way you're 50. Men half your age can't fuck like you do."

I just laugh and play with her breasts. "It's all the running. Plus, my sex drive as always been out of this world. I can never get enough, to be honest." I kiss my way along her chest, up her neck and stop at her ear, and whisper. "I could fuck you all night long and never get enough."

She puts her hand on my face tenderly and looks into my eyes. "You know, I actually believe you when you say that. It's not just pillow talk." She kisses me, and then I lay down beside her, and she snuggles into me.

We snuggle together in silence for a while, just enjoying one another's company, then we order room service and have a nice dinner together. We talk about life, running, careers, and possible future between us.

At one point, Ginger stands up and excuses herself and goes into the restroom. When she comes back out, my jaw drops to the floor. She's wearing a deep maroon colored bra, with sheer lace that really makes her nipples stand out. A matching thong, garter belt, and sheer nude thigh highs. She leans her arm against the door frame and smiles at me.