When I moved into a home in the Atlanta area a few years back, I discovered I had a wonderful neighbor, none other than The Weather Channel's Jen Carfagno. Jen was a delight to have next door, always pleasant, and her family is fun. I'm an ex New Yorker, so the proximity to celebrity is not a big deal-many of us in New York are not impressed with fame. The fact that I treated Jen as the girl next door impressed her, though, as she was often recognized in town, sometimes to the point where it was hard for her to do simple things, like shop in Kroger or pick up a pizza. The result was, we got along well, and often chatted in the driveway as we were coming or going. Jen and I were not overly flirty, but we did tease each other a bit, and a lot of times I would gently razz her about some of the outfits she wore on the air. She took it well, usually shooting comments back about my laid back look-I'm retired, so shorts and t-shirts are a staple.
Occasionally, she'd get frustrated about how she looked in some of the clingy dresses she'd have to wear. So it was one morning-she works early, and is usually coming home late morning, about the time I'm getting my day started-I heard an anguished "Aaaaauuugh" from inside her kitchen as I was taking care of a few yard odd jobs between our houses.
"You OK, Jen??" I called.
Her back door opened. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just watching my segment from this morning, and...oh, sometimes I wonder why I let them pick some of the dresses they do."
"That bad?? I saw you this morning and thought you looked just great. What do you see that I didn't??"
Jen smiled. "Come on over, I'll show you."
I grabbed my soda and went into Jen's kitchen. She had DVR'ed her air time, and was playing it back. She was wearing an orange/red dress that showed some cleavage, which was unusual for her. What she was annoyed about was her belly, which had a belt that tied around it. I didn't think she looked bad at all.
"Oh, Jen, I dunno. I think you look great. In fact, I replayed that segment several times just to get a good look at you."
Jen made a face. "Yeah, but look at my belly. I look like I have a big mommy pouch."
I watched the video for a moment. I hadn't paid much attention to Jen's belly, since I had been busier with the rare show of her C cup tits, more than I usually got. "It's not bad. I mean, after all, you've had two kids and you're, well, not 22 any more." I put my arm around her, pulling her to me. "I still think you're gorgeous." I kissed the top of her head.
"Yeah, but I wish they'd quit picking out some of the dresses they want me in. I don't mind showing some leg, or even a little boob, but I hate the belly. You should have seen the dress they had me in last week."
I probably had. Jen didn't wait for me to answer, immediately exiting the recording we were watching, and starting a new one. In this segment, Jen was wearing a sleeveless royal blue dress that had a high neckline, and came about three, maybe four inches above her knees. It was rather form fitting. The 4" spike heels accentuated her legs. I was entranced.
"I think you look hot in that dress, especially with the shoes," I said. She did, too. Jen looks good in a short dress, especially when they put her in spikes or stripper heels.
"Yeah?? Look at my belly."
I did. The dress did pull across her middle. I saw what she meant about the mommy pouch. "It's not that bad," I said, again pulling her to me. "I think it's actually kind of sexy. If you showed up at my door some morning after your air shift in that, I'd be all over you."
Jen looked up at me. "Yeah, I bet. You better hope I don't call your bluff on that."
"You better be ready for what happens if you do." Our eyes met. Jen stepped away from me, giving me an almost dirty look, one that said, 'I dare you.' "Try me. Go ahead. I'll be watching for that dress. You better stop over."
"We'll see," said Jen, a wry smile coming over her face.
A couple of weeks later, around ten one morning, I heard knocking on the sliding door to my deck. There was Jen, in the aforementioned blue dress. I had not seen her on TWC that morning, as I had slept later than usual, and missed her air time. I looked her up and down, taking in the view of her amazing form in the tight dress. I saw the mommy pouch she was so perturbed about, but whatever negatives it brought were easily overshadowed by the way her spike heels accentuated her calves, and the way the dress clung to the curves of her hips and ass. I noticed something else as well, something I knew she could not have done while on the air. Her nipples were clearly poking through the fabric. She had to have removed her bra between the time she got off the air and arrived at my back door. She was stunning.
I slid the door open and looked at Jen a moment. Our eyes met. "Oh, Jen!!" I said quietly, getting lost in her soft brown eyes.
"Well?? What do you think now?? Still think you'll be all over me??" It was as if she were double dog daring me to pull her inside and have her right then.
I was still looking into her eyes. "Oh, Jen," I said. We were frozen for a moment, then I took her by both hands and pulled her inside, pulling her face to mine and kissing her hard. To my surprise, she didn't back off or try to dodge me, but met me full on. I slid the door shut and pulled her into the house, toward the sofa. We kissed again, and I felt her hands working on the button at the top of my shorts, then pull my zipper down. My shorts fell to the floor. She pushed me down onto the sofa. I was already well on the way to a throbbing erection.
Now sitting in front of her, I pulled Jen to me, kissing her belly. I looked up at her. "I don't care what you say, I think the belly just makes you more appealing." I kissed her belly again.
Jen knelt on the sofa over me, her dress riding up so the hem was only a couple inches below her crotch, and her heels were hanging off the edge of the sofa. She pulled the bottom of her dress up, revealing a thick patch of brown hair, in the middle of which was a pair of pussy lips well on their way to fully open. My cock was now at full attention, but it still felt good when Jen stroked it a couple of times.
"Still think you want to be all over me??" She asked, lowering her twat to my pulsing head. I pushed her dress up so it was now around her waist, and grabbed her naked ass, pulling it down, in the process putting the head of my cock at her opening. I adjusted position, and pulled Jen down, impaling her on my stiff, fat cock. I slid in easily, especially considering the lack of foreplay.