I was happy as hell. At twenty-nine I got my first book published one month ago, and now I was on my way to New York for an interview on The Today Show. The leggy Katie Couric was the person I was sitting down with today, and it took all of my strength not to jerk my dick in the bus ride on the way over.
I should take this time to give a brief description of myself. I'm 6'-00", 170 pounds with long brown hair and crystal-blue eyes. I never thought my cock was big at eight-and-a-half inches, but after fucking several women, I knew.
My love for Katie started about ten years ago, and I used to whack off to her every morning. I lusted after her long, tanned legs; especially when she wore thigh-highs.
Anyway, back to the present.
After I got off of the bus, I entered through the back of the studio. A couple of security personnel met me and checked my papers that I received in the mail. Everything was clear, and I walked into the behind-the-scenes area.
While my mandatory makeup was being applied, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned my head, and I almost shit when I saw my girl standing there with that charming smile across her face. Her blonde hair shown beautifully in the bright lights, and her eyes sparkled. She wasn't wearing her customary business jacket yet, and her small, but perky, tits pushed against the pink tank-top she was wearing; I could see her protruding nipples thrusting out at my face. It was my first shot at it, so I figured 'What the hell?', and looked down really quick. She had on an especially short, black skirt today, and her luscious legs were clad in dark black stockings. The shoes she was wearing had leather straps that criss-crossed up her ankle and lower calf. I looked back up into her eyes so I wouldn't get caught leering.
"I just wanted to tell you that I read your book, and, even though I don't like a lot of horror, I loved your work."
"Thank you very much, Ms. Couric," I said. "It's an honour to meet you. I've been a huge fan of yours for a long time."
She placed her hand on my shoulder again and started rubbing it lightly. Her smile lit up her face again. "I have to get ready now, but I'll see you on the set in a couple of minutes. Good luck, Brian. And please, call me Katie." She squeezed my shoulder one final time and walked away. I watched the sway of her sexy ass in the large mirror in front of me as she left the room.
I walked onto the set, and sat down across from my dream woman. She now had on a matching black jacket, but her tits still looked lovely to me. She uncrossed her wondeful legs and bent forward to wish me good luck again. I noticed a bright white spot--her gorgeous panties--in between her legs as she leaned back; I saw that her stockings hugged right up against that juicy mound of flesh known as "Couric Cunt". I was fighting to stop the hard-on that was sprouting in my jeans.
She asked me the normal questions that every writer gets when interviewed, and, although the questions were boring, she kept fidgeting her legs around. I think she was giving me glimpses of her underwear on purpose.
Since I was the last person on, and it was five-of-ten, the show ended. "So, you weren't too nervous, were you?"
"Not at all. You made me feel very comfortable. I guess that comes from interviewing thousands of people."
"I usually hear that I make guests a little shaky, especially new-comers like you." She leaned in to whisper in my ear. "But I tried to make you feel reeeeal comfortable. Did you like the show I gave you?" She rested her back back against the chair. As she did, she ran her nice fingertips up her nyloned leg.
I nodded and smiled; my cock was beginning to grow and I felt the moisture from my pre-cum soaking into my thigh.
"Would you like to come over to my house now?"
