Sweet Lorraine

I do not own the characters.

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Ever since I can remember I've had a crush on TV presenter, Lorraine Kelly. There was just something about her natural presenting style. She makes no attempt to hide her Scottish tones. On top of that she never made any attempts to cover up 'her boys' as she would refer to them, her ample tits. Her cleavage of course. Also on show were those lovely legs, often covered in Black nylon, her thighs well and truly on display. She appeared in so many of my masturbation images.

In 1991 I won a place at Glasgow University. This lad from Leeds was to move to Scotland's biggest city! My older cousin was from Glasgow, so I knew I'd have a way of getting used to Glasgow.

When I first went up to Glasgow I stayed with my Aunt and Uncle, my cousin Gary also still stayed there. I told my cousin about my thing for Lorraine, he was the same age as her, 22.

"Good taste, William son!" He said. "I'd love to fuck the arse off her myself."

"I'd love to come across her." I said. "I wouldn't know what to say, I think I'd cum in my pants just speaking to her!"

"She does come up every now and then to visit her family, and to watch her favourite football team, Dundee Utd."

"A couple of Scottish guys have claimed to have fucked her." He said "But I'm not sure it's true."

My uncle Robert came in to the room.

"What are you two talking about?" He said in his usual friendly manner.

"Young William here has a bit of a hard on' for Lorraine Kelly, Da." Gary told him.

"Well who wouldn't want to get inside her knickers? Not a word to your aunt Ann." He said.

Later that afternoon, Gary, who was reading the paper suddenly, looked up.

"You'll never believe it. Lorraine Kelly is going to be doing a book signing at Central Hotel in Glasgow city centre on Friday at Noon! Well, you would be able to get the chance to meet her, William, I don't think fucking her is likely though!, Haaaa."

"Well" I said. "I'm not doing anything on Friday so I think I'll go and see if I can meet her briefly, in the flesh, so to speak."

"I know what parts of her flesh you'll be thinking of," Gary laughed. "Those wonderful tits, who wouldn't?"

"You never know," I said. "She might go for my Yorkshire charm."

"It's your Yorkshire cock that'll interest her." He said.

"Well, it'd be great just meeting her."

"I've heard she's a really nice woman." Gary said. "Though you're probably hoping she'll be BAD!" He laughed.

On the Friday I travelled into Glasgow's city centre and after asking a few people I finally found the Central hotel. 'In here we find the woman of my dreams.' I thought.

The name of her book was 'Sweet Lorraine', her first book, she wasn't a writer of course, but a TV presenter, and person responsible for many erections. I read on quite a few occasions, mostly my Mother's magazines, how she received loads of horny men, some even asking for pictures of her Boobs!. She would occasionally pose in ways in which the camera could catch her exciting cleavage, and sometimes she'd raise her skirt just a little to expose a little more thigh. But she knew what she was doing, it was never enough for any fuss to be caused. Though Mary Whitehouse was probably aflutter. I wouldn't be surprised if it opened up some Sapphic feelings in her.

When I reached the hotel I noticed quite a few people gathered outside. Women outnumbered men, but only just. I had forgotten one thing. It was a book signing, so I was going to have to posses the book. There was a station about 70 ft away from where Lorraine was to be seated where one could buy the book. £7.50 it was going to cost me! (It was '91 remember). I had a quick flick through the book before buying it. There were quite a few pics in it. 'She's got clothes on, damn' I thought jokingly.

At this point, after they announced that Lorraine might be about 10 mins late and that she sent her apologies.

"She needs her bottom spanked." The man behind me whispered to me. "And I'd happily do the spanking." He winked at me like I totally agreed and found his comment hilarious. Well I would happily have spanked that arse.

After a short time it became my turn to approach the desk to be greeted by the lovely Lorraine.

"Hello there.......Eh?" As usual, her nose wrinkled up as she beamed out that famous, gorgeous smile. I smiled a large goofy smile back at her, just glad I wasn't drooling, and then quickly realized her pause was to let me say my name.

"Oh, William, Ms Kelly." I said.

"No Ms!" She laughed. "That makes me seem like 70 years old! Lorraine is fine."

"You could never seem that, Lorraine, you don't look older than 21."

"Oooh, you're a charmer." She giggled and signed my book, then held her hand out towards me to shake. I don't know if I was breaking protocol, but I took her hand and kissed the back of it saying,

"Thank you Ma'am."

When I let go her hand she began to use it as a type of fan, and fanned her face.

"Oh, MY." She exclaimed. "I should hire you."

"It'd be the best job ever." I said.

"Get away with ye, you over the top.....charming Englishman." She joked waving her arm in the door's direction. "And enjoy your book, and you don't get signatures like that every day!"

'I kissed Lorraine Kelly!' I was thinking to myself as I headed towards the front door. I took a quick look back at her. After a second she looked up and just happened to see me looking back. There was no cheeky wink, no funny face gesture or anything like that, just a very soft and gentle smile. A blush on her face would not have looked out of place.

I decided I would like to sit and have a drink and mull over this pleasant little experience. I found a nice little lounge bar on the ground floor. The lighting in the place was low, not bad lighting, more the sort of place it might be nice to bring a date before moving on. A classy little lounge bar. The barman was very friendly.

"I couldn't help but notice you were from down south." He said.

"Yea" I replied. "Well from the North of down south."

I told him I would be attending the University in Glasgow. He told me the names of the best bars around the University area, which I noted down. I told him about my encounter with Lorraine.

"Oh yes,." He said. "Lovely lady, very down to Earth."

"She's very sexy also." I couldn't help but add.

"Well she's a guest at the Hotel, so I couldn't really comment on that." As he finished saying that he puffed up his cheeks and slowly released the air, bending his arm and making a fist which us guys do to imitate a phallic symbol.

I chatted to him for a while and learned that Lorraine had a bit of a fan base in Scotland. Down South too I informed him. She is very likeable he told me but also so many of them wished they could have sex with her. I added that much of it was to do with her being totally at ease with her wardrobe, she wasn't shy about her ample cleavage if it happened to be in a revealing dress. Also she was quite proud of having a great pair of legs, which were often within black nylon.

"Whereabouts are the toilets?" I asked Jim, the barman.

"Oh," he said. "The ones in here are out of order just at this minute, but if you go out of the door there you'll see the lift. Just take that to the first floor and when you get out it's just 10 yards to your right."

As the lift opened I was getting out and noticed to my left hand side, about 30 yards up the hotel corridor, a woman, and it seemed that it was none other than the lovely Lorraine herself, speaking to two young guys, in their late teens I'd say.

All of a sudden of the boys made a grab at the bag Lorraine had over her shoulder while the other tried to restrain her to make his job easier. One of them ended up reeling backwards as Lorraine unleashed a punch onto the guy's jaw, a punch Ali would have been proud of.

I was a bit of an athlete and I rushed towards this scene, after all there were two of them, I think Lorraine would probably have thumped just one of them!

I smacked one of them flush on his jaw, sending him to the floor while I grabbed hold of the one Lorraine was grappling with. The guy I punched got up, this time just to try help his friend who was getting the best of Lorraine's punches. I got a hold of him and swung him away from us, in the direction of the staircase. His friend whom I'd punched did the wise thing and told him to run, which he did, his friend following after him. I started to give chase but Lorraine shouted on me to stop, and just let them go. The wise thing of course. I ran back to her. She was shaking a little.

"Are you....are you ok?" I asked. A bit of a daft question really.

"I...I'll be ok in a second." Her voice was a little tremulous. She pointed back to the direction I'd come from. "Aren't you going to get your book?" She said. "You paid me money for it after all."

I started to laugh. "What are you like?! You've just had two guys try to rob you and you ask me that?! You're some lady, Lorraine darlin'"

She hit that odd emotion which was a mixture of laughter and tears. She had after all just been attacked and she wanted to laugh at the way I commented on it. She put her hands to her eyes and her shoulders started to move up and down a little. I decided to try and be a bit hero-ish, and put my arms around her very gently. She moved in just a little and a few tears started to come. I got carried away and gently kissed the top of her head.

"Are you going to get your book?" She said.

I thought it was a gentle decline of what she thought was me making a move. I was genuinely just concerned.

"I think I should probably pour myself a stiff drink." She said. "Will you join me, please, I'm still a bit shaken."

"Of course Ms.......sorry, Lorraine." I bumbled.

Does the thought of me being a mature lady do something for you?" She asked. I blushed and started to say.

"I....I ..."

"Ah'm just teasin' you." She giggled.

"You're a naughty woman!" I couldn't stop myself flirting. "So where do we go for this drink?"

"The hotel have given me a room for the day." She said. "I just decided to accept, don't know why, but, why not?" She giggled.

"So, What number do we go to then, Lorraine?" I asked. "I could use a drink to calm me down too."

"Don't you know then?" She said. "Never mind, a big strapping lad like you, you don't look like those two bothered you."

"It's more, 'Young guy unsure in the company of a beautiful woman' that I need to be in a calmer mood for."

"Follow me, William sweetie." She said. I raised my eyes skywards in that 'I don't believe this is happening.' way.

We travelled a mere ten meters till she reached her door. Number 69.

"And you were thinking I possibly knew this?" I asked her. "Were you embarrassed by its sexual connection?"

"What connection is that?" She asked quite innocently.

"Come on!" I said. "You're not telling me you don't know what that number is about."

"Should I?" She carried on with the sham ignorance. I raised my voice just slightly.

"Well it's when a man......"

"Ssshhhh!" she uttered. "Get in here." She opened the door to number 69 and moved in. I followed immediately, aware that something was happening in my loins.

When she had entered she removed her jacket, a very chic looking jacket, and placed it over the chair. She invited me to remove my jacket also. As I did so, feeling I was undressing for her she said.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Oh, I'll have what you're having, and you have to be careful with what they charge you in hotel minibar fridge things." She laughed.

"Do you think I'd be bothered about that? And remember, it's them that gave me the room, this is on the house, Billy boy, wire in! Oh I hope you don't mind me shortening your name like that."

"Well there's a condition I have when that happens that requires I have a gorgeous lady seduce me. I'll have a vodka and coke please."

She just let out a raspberry sound and laughed. She sat on the bed, then patted the bed just close to her.

"Have a seat and let's relax after that debacle." I sat down, hoping that any expectations from my loin area didn't have cause to embarrass me.

"Remember." She said. "if you want something dearer, just say, they're paying."

I just smiled. Looking in to her eyes had me hypnotized a little.

"I don't know how to thank you for coming to my rescue like that." She said.

"Aw, to be honest, Lorraine, you'd more than likely would have thumped them, I think I saved them from a battering!"

"We had no idea whether they were armed or not, it could have been dangerous. You were very brave." She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. She did not remove her face with any noticeable pace.

"Forgive me if I get this wrong." I said. "My emotions are forcing me."

I turned my head round so that my lips met hers and I brushed my lips against hers, she made no move back. I started to exert more pressure on them. We kissed for at least a minute. Her hands moved behind my head and mine to hers. I slowly moved my lips down to her neck, kissing her soft skin, licking over her neck with my tongue, my eyes taking in the view of her sexy cleavage. I moved my arms around her, underneath her top first to make contact with her bra with the purpose of removing it. As so often, I'd picked the wrong end. It was what they call a 'front loader'. She smiled softly at me and reached under her top to undo the clasp in order to release those glorious breasts. Beautiful objects that I always thought would be something I knew existed but something I'd never have access to. Now they were free, in front of me, hidden only by her dark blue blouse. I started to undo those buttons, slowly, teasing myself I suppose. And then they were there, right in front of me.

"I know this might sound a crazy thing to say, but you've no idea just how many men would give their right arm to be faced with these!"

"Not a great move." She said in a hushed tone. "One less hand to feel me with, and yes, I do have a good idea how many, I always ask them to show me a certain amount of the so called 'Fan' mail."

"Not great works of literature I'd imagine." I laughed.

"Oh no, very mechanical, they know where things go etc., but not a hint of emotion attached." She laughed.

"I think I'd have to mention how I imagined that your skin would be smooth, like silk." I moved my lips down and let my lips move over her breasts, brushing against her nipples till they were erect. "And how your breasts are taut and sensitive." I took hold of one her breasts in my hands and sucked gently on her nipple.

"Oh, William." She said. "I knew, I don't know how, I wanted something to happen when we met, I thought these moments only existed in romance tales. I put my room number in your book, didn't you see it?"

"So that's what...." I started.

"Hush." She said. This is so much better. It was totally accidental. Nothing pre-arranged. She quickly removed my top over my head and started to run her tongue over the top half of my body. All the time my hands were exploring underneath her skirt, and Lo! She had stockings on. So while she was in the process of removing my lower clothing my hands were moving inside her panties and exploring her vagina.

She stood up and eased her skirt down over her stocking thighs. My penis was getting very stiff right now. When her skirt was down I started to ease her knickers downwards, she let out a little moan.

"Step out of them, darling." She did so. I put my mouth towards her shaved vulva, I kind of expected it to be shaved. I moved my lips in between her vaginal lips and started to explore, causing Lorraine to grasp my hair. I came across the clitoris, I could tell by the noise she made and by the grasp on my hair.

"William." She said. "William, William, William, Uhhh"

"Let's have you lying backwards, sweetheart." I told her, as she laid back I moved my tongue in even further bringing out more noises indicating pleasure from her.

"Do it from the other direction, William, and let's pay tribute to that number 69."

I moved round so that my crotch ended up nicely at her mouth. She took me in her mouth after a heavenly licking of my Penis head.

"This is the first time I've ever done this 69 thing." She told me, after releasing me momentarily from her mouth.

"Really?" I uttered.

"Don't tell me you're someone who thinks that us working on television go about shagging each other when the mood takes us?!" She used a strict tone, but still smiled.

"Of course not." I feared I'd made a terrible misjudgment with my words "I suppose we see you people on telly, so confident and seeming very worldly, in many manners."

"Good save." She laughed. "It's also the first time I've had an interaction like this with a stranger."

"Also, quite a way to lose your virginity." I said, holding a straight face.

She howled with laughter and I grabbed her and pulled her towards me, holding her close, I kissed her hard. I couldn't help but notice that the feeling of your hard penis against a lady's stomach is quite erotic, especially when her beautiful breasts are pressed against your chest.

I eased her down again on to her back and my cock head was rubbing against her vaginal lips. I put my right hand down to grasp hold of the bottom part of my penis shaft with the idea of entering her gently. I've always felt I was reasonably well endowed. I don't if this was down to the hotness of my sexual partner here, but it seemed somehow larger, thicker.

Using my hand, I guided my penis inside her damp chamber, and it was a beautiful feeling, the best I'd ever experienced. This might have to with the fact that, not only was this a well known, famous person, but there was a genuine level of affection. We clicked, with all the possible social awkward points, with Great ease. And this thing that I now realize the importance of, the ability of a couple to put each other at ease, and how it affects the physical side.

I continued to penetrate her, just increasing the rate very gently, my breath was heightening as was hers. Words passed between us, words of affection, and something was clicking between us, in that, our rates of movement in this love making were synchronized. We both reached a higher level of movement, and we proceeded to orgasm together.

We lay there panting, out of breath due to the greatest exercise imaginable. We kissed each other around the region of face, shoulders, breasts and nipples.

We spent the next few minutes just holding each other. It had gone from an extremely physical event into an occasion full of tenderness and affection.

Nearly a whole minute passed by in silence. All of a sudden it wasn't just a physical incident.. It was like that tenderness had come along and damaged our ability to communicate.

I leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips. To my immense delight, she responded.

"I better get dressed now, William, I have to get a move on." She said.

"Lorraine, Lorraine." I urged her to look at me.

"What is it, love?"

"Please tell me we'll meet again," There was pleading in my eyes. "That was like nothing I'd ever experienced before."

"Write down your number," She said. "I'll contact you."

She started to dress. Strangely it was just as erotic watching her dress as undress.

When she had finished dressing she turned to me.

"I forgot totally about time, because of all...."

"The pleasure, please say." I said. Of course, Sweetheart. I'll call you in approximately a week, and we can talk then, ok?"

"We are going to meet again, or aren't we?" I said. "Christ, that was awful, I didn't mean to sound such a wimp."

"We will, now don't worry, I'll call in a week."

She called a week later, and to my extreme joy we arranged to meet the following day at that same hotel.