October, 1959.
Robert felt awkward at best. He had never been at a TV studio before and here he was about to be ON television. Just a few hours ago he had been at lunch with his old friend Rhett; he was visiting Chicago on business and looked up his old school chum from the University of Mississippi. Rhett was helping to produce a new show and needed people for a crowd scene or something. He arrived at the studios of WBKB-TV in Chicago and immediately was whisked into a make-up room. They decided he didn't need make-up but they made him change his tie.
The crowd scene turned out to be some kind of party. The host was a famous men's magazine publisher. Robert didn't approve of that kind of magazine though. There was a comedian but he seemed to be on drugs he was talking so fast. Lenny Something. The show was called Playboy Playhouse or Penthouse or something. Robert wouldn't be having too much fun, except the room was packed with beautiful women. Especially that one.
Robert stared longingly at the exquisite vision across the room talking and laughing with Rhett; she was short, petite really, but with an awesome hourglass figure. She was wearing a simple white silk dress that looked more like a layer of skin. Her ample bosom was displayed nicely and the thin straps revealed all of her soft shoulders and her exquisite back. Robert didn't know it but she was 5'5" and 37-22-36, a perfect package of feminine sexuality. He turned away and scanned the room filled with mostly middle-aged men and beautiful and busty women. Some were couples, some single and some cruising to pick up a one-night stand. The men were dressed casually in conservative but expensive taste while the women were dressed in sexy tight dresses emphasizing their features with blatant displays of ample cleavage and leg.
His attention was drawn again to the beautiful young girl across the room who was perhaps of similar age to his eldest son- about 20. He could not help but stare at her longingly; she had such an angelic child like beauty, clear almost transparent skin with what his generation called 'peaches and cream' complexion, plus a small cute nose set between sparkling blue eyes and full inviting lips. Her silken blond hair cut short in a coiffured bob that highlighted her slender neck.
She was petite and child like in facial feature but below her angelic face was as womanly a body as inhabited any man's fantasy. He looked again at the curves of her swelling cleavage and noticed that traces of her nipples were visible from across the room.
He couldn't stop staring at her delicious shoulders and back, naked in the revealing dress, the white silk hugging the sensuous curves of her slender waist and spread tightly around the most beautiful little ass he had ever seen. The white silk clung to her hips flaring in arresting curves and stopping dangerously at her thighs, only a few inches of fabric separating him from a view of her panties. Robert had heard about miniskirts but had never seen one before.
He wondered what kind of panties she wore beneath the thin layer of white silk. She looked like the kind to wear string bikinis not g-strings she seemed a little subtle at least, probably white silk to match the stunning skin tight dress.
He let his eyes fall to scan her long shapely legs, bare and smooth to her slender ankles, the contours of her legs emphasized by the thin strapped black stilettos.
She was having an incredible effect on him just standing there across the room. The place was full of beautiful and sexy and friendly young women but all he could see was her.
He was conscious of her walking now, towards him. She was smiling brilliantly, a flash of perfect teeth surrounded by tempestuous ruby lip and looking right at him with her sparkling blue eyes. Before he knew it she was standing in front of him and offering her hand in introduction.
"Hi Robert, I'm Stella Stevens, Rhett told me you're a good ol' boy from Mississippi? Well, me too." Then she giggled, "No, I mean I'm from Mississippi; I'm not a good ol' boy. I'm more a naughty girl. She grinned at him in a warm and friendly way.
"Oh, pleased to meet you Miss Stevens. Yes, ma'am, I from Mississippi all right. Where abouts do your folks hail from?"
She giggled and pushed a lock of her hair to one side revealing her pretty little ears, decorated with a diamond encrusted drop earring. She was classy and expensive to maintain. He couldn't help staring at her and his eyes flicked nervously over her delicious cleavage and darted back to her angelic face.
"'Call me Stella. I may be the guest of honor here but don't stand on formality. I was born in Yazoo City but we have no people there now. We moved to Memphis when I was a little girl."
"Why are you the guest of honor?"
She laughed again and it was a hearty and lusty laugh. "Don't you know? You must be the only man here who doesn't. I've just shot my photos to be Miss January?"
"Miss January? What's that?"
The shapely Stella took a step back and looked him over from head to toe. She furrowed her brow and tried to pout but her enchanting smile kept bursting through.
"You really don't get around much do you? Playboy Magazine? Centerfold? Playmate of the Month?" She smiled at him but her eyes were inquisitive.
Robert nodded, "Yes, I heard of that magazine but I've never read it. I'm not sure I like what I've heard about it."
Now Stella's pretty eyes were frowning for real. "Humph, I noticed you looking at me from across the room and Rhett told me about your divorce and I thought you looked kind of sweet and vulnerable but if you're going to be a Bible thumping, disapproving red neck then ..."