The green room is quite comfortable, I thought.
It was a lovely evening as I sat in the green room, which is the term for the waiting room, for Laura Ingraham. Laura was interviewing a couple of guests, and it was getting late.
I waited a while longer, then Laura closed the show, then she bounced out of her studio and down the hall.
"Sorry," Laura said with a smile. "We ran a little long tonight." She chuckled. "I just hope I can keep running long for the rest of the night." Laura grinned. She wore a slightly snug red dress, slit in front with a button.
"Hey, sorry we didn't get to you," Laura said. "Perhaps I can make it up to you." She grinned and chuckled.
Laura started to walk down the hall. She looked back and flashed a sexy smile. I followed Laura all the way to the garage. She walked to her car.
"Get in," she said.
"What?" I said.
"Get in. It's time to make it up to you."
"Make what up to me?" Laure grabbed me and kissed me hard. As she did, she groped my crotch. I felt her unzipping my pants. I grabbed Laura's pretty ass.
"That's it," Laura said softly, in a sexy voice. I pulled her to me and kissed her. She stuck her tongue in my mouth as I unhooked her bra. She undid the button on her dress and she whipped off her bra. She opened the door and provocatively threw it on the seat of her car.
Kissing me hard, Laura aggressively pushed her body against me. I was seriously bulging.
"Nice," said Laura. She kicked her shoes off and threw them in the car. Laura untied the tie I had been wearing in anticipation of being on the show. she whipped it off.
"Get in," she said again. I got in the car. Laura smiled. She sped through the streets, apparently in a hurry.