Scenario
Ned sat, coffee in hand as he watched the morning sun twinkle off the lightly rippling swimming pool water. This sunrise view from his bungalow, one of eight that encircled the central pool and spa at an undisclosed tropical resort, was a refreshing time for him.
Last week, he had been provisionally relieved of his grueling TWA co-ed training, tune-up, and evaluation assessment schedule and allowed to seek a couple of weeks of rejuvenating rest and relaxation here. Likewise, a rotating troupe of high-profile female personalities were taking brief breaks from their glitzy but soul-draining vocations.
Ned and the girls had Mutual Interests for rest, relaxation, and fun during these clandestine retreats, a fleeting sanctuary from the merciless demands of their professional handlers.
Monday -- Jayde, Sports Announcer
The post-match tie-breaking shootout was almost over and neither team had scored a single goal during the regular time or double overtime. One last attempt was teed up and the muscular player and tense goalie eyed each other across the open field.
The striker launched towards the ball and swept a mighty kick. The ball shot like a bullet towards the net and the ill-fated goalie misjudged its direction. The back of the net fluffed on impact in conjunction with the crowd's mighty roar.
The camera angle moved to Jayde standing on the sidelines with her foam balled microphone near her chin. She chattered excitedly in Spanish, almost drowned out by the noise. But her face was cheery and bright at the unexpected upset by the home team. Now, it was on to the championships.
But first, Jayde must detour to the locker room for the obligatory post-game interviews and it was not her favorite duty. The cameraman lugged his heavy equipment behind her as she model-strutted in her high heels. His task was lightened by the view of her sashaying ass in the tight pencil skirt, the sexy waddle that every European female reporter implicitly imitated, giving a natural boost to their public popularity.
She paused at the pedestrian gridlocked locker room door. The boisterous laughter flowing from inside had been well earned by the underdog home team. No one expected them to hold the competition at bay and the post-game tie-breaking goal seemed like a miracle.
Jayde gripped her microphone, took a deep breath, and pushed through the crowd at the door, trailed by her cameraman. Near naked dancing and high-fiving men greeted her entrance. The room was thick with sweaty bodies and dank odors; effusive of a working man's world.
She turned her back on the scene and began her monologue into the camera lens. Halfway through her second sentence, a large hand reached under her arm, around her chest, and squeezed more-than-a-handful of boob through her tight packed sweater. She flinched and yipped at the surprise clench and nearly dropped the mike.
Turning around to face her groper, three well-built shirtless athletes grinned back at her, silently challenging her to identify her attacker. Then they chanted in unison.
"One... two... three!"
The husky rookies ripped off their waist towels and gave the live viewing audience the full Monty. The amused camera operator played along, zooming in and panning across the prominent penis panorama.
Jayde regained her composure and her control of the cameraman. As if this behavior was nothing out of the ordinary, and often enough it wasn't, she strolled into the center of the locker room and continued her interviews.
She caught the attention of a group of even-tempered older players and got the requisite interview responses that every win was important but never guaranteed. The experienced teammates thanked their god and their fans for their undying support.
Having gotten what she came for, and initially, more than she wanted, Jayde retreated to the safer exit corridor and fresher air. The TV pair packed up the remote newscast paraphernalia and headed outside the stadium.
The fans were dispersing from the parking lots, cheers and celebrations just beginning as they headed for after-hours watering holes. Jayde said her 'good nights' to her support crew and drove off alone, rubbing her sore breast gingerly, hoping it wasn't bruised. She headed for the airport and a much-needed vacation from this crazy sports-cast business.
The next day, she lay on her back, happily sunning at the exclusive tropical resort, and relieved to find her bare boobs were unblemished.
Ned also thought her breasts were unblemished as he spied her from inside his porch panel sliders. In his opinion, they were not only unblemished but very bodacious. There was a visible slump as the fleshy masses assumed two torus-shaped mounds on her chest. The large dark nipples faced up and a little to the side, natural reposes for such generous gifts of god.
He slid the door open and walked quietly towards Jayde. Stopping just as his shadow crossed her face, he saw her open her eyes and look up. Her lips cracked a smile of recognition.
"Hello, sir. I hoped you would be here this week."
They were prior acquaintances. Jayde had made use of the tropical paradise and its special services many times. Ned had not always been in residence when she visited before, and during his absences, his associates had nimbly serviced her rest and relaxation needs. But he was here now and ready to perform. He knelt down and retrieved a bottle of suntan lotion.
"Better be careful; the 'girls' might get a sunburn."
It was a cheesy excuse to do what they both wanted done. He slicked his palms and began kneading the balm over her generous malleable boobs. He took extra care on her nipples and gained the predictable raising of nubs and bumps.
Her flat stomach and toned thighs got their share of attention. Pausing briefly, he pulled the strings of her thong, exposing her vulva. His fingers worked the labia folds and Jayde moaned quietly in pleasure at the sensual massage. She was eager to commence her habitual R&R routine.
Standing, Ned dropped his shorts, exposing his long, thick tumescence. He nonchalantly crawled between her widened legs. Her arms opened to welcome his advance. His mighty cock slid through her oiled pussy lips and they exchanged smooches in the morning sunshine.
Jayde adored the sensation of Ned's cock sliding home, deep in her cunt, where she wished it could always be. The horny young studs she encountered around the stadiums and studios, the occasional few she let believe she was succumbing to, thought their spontaneous quickies were the ultimate pleasure. And for them it probably was. But she never peaked during their self-absorbed dalliances.
Instead, she relished a mature alpha male like Ned manhandling her body with sensual expertise, igniting her sexual cravings with extended foreplay before his cock smoothly massaged her inner membranes and nurtured her passions.
