Carol Kirkwood After Breakfast

This is a British story about a British celebrity. Thanks so much as always to Kenji Sato for editing and structure work. If you want a great editor, this is your guy.

I was working for a prominent IT company doing installations, and I had been asked to put a seriously large update into the MetroGroup offices in Central London. I was based there for around eight weeks in late 2018, and as such, had a lot of interaction with most of the staff there. Each day, I led them through the changes they could expect from our equipment, and how the improvements could help them.

This included many of their national weather television presenters, who are all regularly seen on the BBC, and all had to have a walk-through of how the new equipment would help them improve their broadcasts.

That's how I first met Carol Kirkwood, the regular weather presenter for 'BBC Breakfast'. If you're not from Britain, and don't know who she is, a simple Google search will show all you'll need to know about her.

Let's just say she's a bit of a 'Glamorous Granny' style of lady, nice and thick, blonde haired, 'all tits and bum' sort of woman, who carries her age well, but at the same time--embraces it. This isn't any US-style TV presenter, who fights every wrinkle with surgery and fillers.

I, myself, I've just turned forty in March 2022; I'm six-foot-one-inch tall, well built, and I get a lot of down time while travelling, which I tend to spend working out in the expensive hotel gyms my company provides me with. I'm dark haired with a well-trimmed beard, and blue eyes, and though I say it myself, I'm 'classically handsome'.

Since my divorce in 2016, I've been happy enough to let the apps do most of my hard work, and when I need to be sated, I don't have much issue finding a partner, in whatever area I happen to be in, to meet up with for fun.

I was staying at the Tower Hotel, with a nice junior suite, high up and looking directly out onto Tower Bridge. Waking up every morning to one of Britain's most iconic landmarks, before heading down to the fitness centre and pool, was a great start to each day and set me up for the workload ahead.

One day, I had scheduled a half day with Carol starting at 10:00am, after she'd finished her 'Breakfast' programming schedule, simply to get her up to speed with the changes we were implementing to the presentation controls, and how her broadcast would be improved.

When she walked into the room, I smiled up at her. For a woman in her late fifties, she was always beautifully dressed and made up, not with the TV cake, but in a proper understated fashion.

I jumped up and shook her hand, welcoming her in.

"Hi, I'm John, I'm sure this will be a piece of cake for you, Carol. Hopefully, we will get you away quickly; I know you've done many hours of work already this morning."

She laughed, "I wouldn't be too sure about that, John. I'm a bit of a technophobe, you know, I'm not a fan of changes to my routine." She lightly brushed my forearm as she spoke to me.

I won't bore you with the details of our session, but she was actually a more-than-capable learner, and we seemed to connect well with understanding each other, and what we were putting across. We had plenty of laughs, as we ran through everything, and a few faux-weather-forecast presentations 'til she was happy with the new equipment.

Once or twice, I thought I caught her having a glance at me, and I have to admit, I had one or two of my own at her big bum, in particular, and her buxom chest.

As we wound up, she thanked me for my time and instruction then said, "What do you do now then? I'm starving, should we, perhaps, grab a bite of lunch together--to make sure we have everything covered?"

"Well, that's it for me here, today," I replied, "I'd be delighted to buy you lunch on the company card, and then I guess I'll head back to my hotel."

"Well then," she smiled, "what do you fancy to eat?"

What flashed through my mind right then, was an image of my head between her legs, and it took me a little bit of restraint to not blurt out, "How about your pussy?" but I just grinned and said, "I'm easy, you decide!"

We ate at Wawa, after deciding on Japanese, which we both agreed was one of our favourite cuisines. Throughout lunch, she chatted away amicably, a sociable and unassuming lady, with no airs and graces, who even had no issue when one fan asked her for a selfie during our meal.

My attraction to her grew, as she told me more about herself, her early life in Scotland, and we occasionally discussed my work and bits about the studios.

As the meal came to an end she smiled at me, "John, you've let me talk the hind leg of a donkey, thanks. I've had a lovely time with you, it's been an absolute pleasure."

"The pleasure is all mine," I replied, "it's not often I get to spend time with such a lovely lady, especially a star like yourself. It's quite a lonely life I lead, moving around working."

She looked at me pensively, then smiled again, "I'm no star, John, but thanks for the compliment, and I know how you feel. Since my divorce, I've been quite lonely, myself. It's a tough schedule getting up so early every morning, and it doesn't really help with a social life."

I took my chance, "Do you fancy a drink? There's a beautiful riverside bar just up the street from here; maybe we should head over there and chat some more."

She grinned, "Yeah, absolutely. Why not?"

I paid the bill quickly, and we headed out of the restaurant. As we walked up the street, I offered her my arm, which she happily accepted, and we walked casually up to the bar directly outside my hotel.

We took a seat at one of the tables and ordered a couple of nice gin and tonics, chatting away about our lives, as they were delivered. When I charged them to my hotel account, Carol looked at me and smiled quizzically.

"John, have you brought me to your hotel bar?"

I laughed. "Well, yes, it does happen to be in my hotel, but it's also the best bar in the area; believe me, I have no agenda, I promise."

"Hmmmm," she said, "now that might be a bit of a disappointment." Then she laughed again, and took a sip of her drink and looked over the river.

If I'd had any doubts we had a mutual attraction, I then felt on solid ground, and my cock stirred, as my mind thought of the possibilities ahead.

And then the rain started, lightly at first, but quickly getting heavier.

"I'm not sure this was on any forecast, Carol?" I teased.

"Then you weren't listening, my man," she laughed, "potential for light showers in the afternoon."

"Shall we head inside then?"

She nodded and we headed into the bar.

As I looked for a table she took my arm, "John, why don't we take them up to your room?"

"Yes, are you sure, though?"

"I'm sure," she said, "if I'm going to be in a hotel with a handsome young man, I'd prefer to be in a more private area. That's, if you don't mind?"

"Oh, I definitely don't mind; in fact, I'm delighted."

She laughed again, as I took her arm and led her to the lifts.

The ride to my floor was silent, as the tension built--we both knew what was going to happen, and we had our own thoughts to prepare.

As I opened my door and presented her my room, I was glad to notice housekeeping had been in and made it up, not that I was messy, but I hadn't made a bed in a long time.

I put my drink on the side and she did the same before turning towards me, and I took her to my chest and kissed her. She responded eagerly, biting my bottom lip and stroking her hand in my beard. My cock was rising urgently between us, as I pulled her tightly to me, my hands on her ample bum cheeks.

We kissed passionately for a short time, before she pushed me away.

"It's been a long day already, John. Would you mind if I took a little time to freshen up?"

"No problem at all." I led her to the bathroom with the large shower unit and stand-alone bath in it and presented it to her. "There's plenty of towels, and robes are hanging on the back of the door." I kissed her again.

"Hey," she suggested, looking at the huge shower area, "Would you like to join me?"

"I most certainly fucking would!" I exclaimed.

She took hold of my tie and began to undo it. "Well then, let's see this fine body of yours. It seems you've got a nice surprise hiding in these pants for me," she said, running her hand along the outline of my swelling cock through my suit trousers.

I pulled my jacket off and threw it into the room, as she unbuttoned my shirt, slowly pulling it from my pants. She purred as she ran her hands through my thick chest hair, before pushing my shirt off my broad and muscular shoulders. Then, she reached for my belt buckle, and I went to help her; she pushed my hands away, though.

"No, let me unwrap this, please, I do love unwrapping a surprise."

So I stood there, and let her do as she pleased, as she dropped my pants. She squeezed my now-almost-full-mast cock through my jockeys, and felt the heavy weight of my full bollocks below it.

"You appear to have a very nice cock, my man, a very nice cock, indeed." She groaned in my ear as she caressed my equipment through the thin material. She then pulled my jockeys away and forced them down my legs, and as my cock sprang up, she took its thick shaft in her hand and pumped it to its bulbous head for a few strokes.

"Now why don't you step the rest of the way out of those clothes for me, and help me get undressed, and then we will head into that shower to make sure we're both nice and clean."

I loved her dominance, she knew what she wanted, and I was going to make sure she got it. My cock was as hard as a rock, knowing it would soon be inside this beautiful older woman.

I reached for the buttons of her trademark well-cut blouse. I'd first noticed those large tits years before on the TV, and there I was going to see them for real for the first time.

As I unbuttoned her she released the zip at the back of her skirt so I could pull the blouse clear. Under it was a beautiful pale-green bra, with lacy trim all round, holding her massive boobs in place. I had no real idea exactly how big they were, but they remain amongst the most impressive I've ever seen, and I wanted to bury my face between them straight away.

Then I had to remove the skirt, pushing the tight material over her womanly flared hips and her big bum. Once it was released, it fell easily to the floor as she stepped out of it and her heels, as I took in her glorious body.

Her panties matched her bra perfectly, the same green colour with lacy adornments to their front, and just plain green satin spread across her ample bottom.

She became shy, as her body was revealed--not so sure of herself, as I took in her amazing womanly curves.

"I know, I'm getting old, and chubb--"

I cut her off with a finger to her lips, "You're stunning!" I whispered, "Absolutely gorgeous, I can't wait to explore every part of your body. I've never been more turned on in my life. Look at my cock for Christ's sake."

I held her to me, letting her feel my throbbing dick against her skin, as I reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Her boobs dropped a little, as their weight was released from the robust bra, but they were still magnificent--thick pink nipples, with big, round, bumpy areolas surrounding them, stood stiff to attention on those heavy rounded tits.

I wanted to dive on them, to suck on each of those big nipples, and to chew them and fondle those fun bags, but I also was desperate to sink my dick into her snatch and see how well she could fuck.

So I pushed her softly back against the sink, and slid down her body to align my face with her crotch, while I hooked my fingers into her panties. I could smell and feel her heat and wetness through the satiny material, as I pulled them away from her skin.

I tugged them down her thighs, revealing a sparse light-brown bush of hair around her plump, glistening quim lips. She had a beautiful-looking pussy, balanced and tidy, and I had to push my face to her, to inhale her musky scent, and suckle those lips, as she stepped from her panties. I could taste the work of her day, and her excitement on them, and I would have happily eaten her right there and then, but she pushed me away.

"Let's get nice and clean, and then we can please each other as much as you like, John."

I moved up and turned on the shower and led her to it, walking into the hot water and pulling her to me. The difference in our heights meant she stretched up to plant a kiss on me, as we let the water wash over us for the first time.

I responded eagerly, feeling her soft, squidgy breasts rubbing against my hairy chest. My hands took her thick arse cheeks in hand, and lifted her onto her tiptoes, lifting and kneading them, feeling their fullness. She groaned as I squeezed and separated them, letting the water run between them, over her most intimate spots.

Pushing me away, she reached for the dispenser and pumped soap over her hands, lathering them all over my chest, as the thick suds formed in my hair.

I moaned my delight, as she massaged my skin.

She made me raise my arms, as she soaped up my armpits and over my muscular shoulders, then she went back to the dispenser and moved to my groin. Taking the stiff shaft of my cock in one hand, she soaped it thoroughly, pumping it slowly, while her other hand lathered up my swollen nuts, and under them rubbed my gooch, sending shivers through my spine.

"Do you like me touching you, John? Do you like me cleaning those big balls? Do you like me rubbing you? I want that cock nice and clean when I'm sucking it, John. I want to taste it properly when I take it in my mouth. I want to suck on those thick bollocks too, John. I want to feel you come in my mouth, I want to taste your spunk."

My cock was throbbing, as she continued to slowly pump it while talking dirty to me, and washed me. I nearly came right then and there, as she rubbed my arsehole with a soapy finger.

"Do you like that, John? Do you like me touching your bum? Do you want me to rim that arse, too? I'll do it, John. I'll toss your salad if you want me to."

"What I want, is to make you come over and over again, and fill you with my cum in every possible position--until we both pass out, exhausted!" I replied.

"Oh, that sounds like a very good idea!" she groaned in her south Scottish brogue. "Let's hurry up and get ourselves out of this shower and onto that big bed."

"I need to return the favour to you first," I said, "you've cleaned me up. Your turn."

I took a handful of soap, and reached to lather up her huge tits, before moving down and rubbing my fingers through her pubic hair and into her warm cunt. She grunted as I pushed two fingers roughly into her minge, and hooked them to push against her G-spot, then dragged them in and out of her a few times.

Then I spun her round, and pushed her against the shower wall, before dropping to my knees behind her. I spread her big bum cheeks and stuck my tongue right into her tight pink hoop, tasting her earthy musk, mixed with the soap suds and cascading water. I ran my tongue over her asshole a few times, then moved to dip it into her pussy, using my upper teeth to gnaw at her perineum, as I did, I rubbed her clit hard.

She squirmed and forced herself backwards, forcing my tongue into her further and squashing my nose into her arse.

I rubbed her clit, while tongue-fucking her cunt and grinding my nose into her, and within a handful of seconds, her legs were shaking and quivering as an orgasm crashed through her.

When she gathered herself a little, her face and big boobs pressed against the shower wall, she growled, "Let's get out of here and into that bed, right fucking now..."

I mauled my way up her body, and quickly dragged her back under the water to rinse the remnants of the soapy suds from both our bodies, turning the shower off and guiding her out of the enclosure.

I went for the towels, but she pushed me right out of the bathroom across the floor and onto my back on my bed.

Then she lunged down on my cock, taking its swollen head into her mouth with wanton lust; sucking hard while gripping my shaft, then working down to caress my balls, as she took me deeper. She worked at speed, her lips sliding up and down my cock, never letting off the pressure, and dragging her nails over my scrotum and gooch.

My sap was rising quickly, and I groaned with pleasure, "You're going to make me come!"

Which only made her work harder, roughly bobbing her mouth and sucking my glans, as she kneaded my bollocks. As they tightened ready to unload, Carol slipped a finger down to my arse and rubbed my ring hard as she sucked, unleashing blast after blast of spunk from my cock--which she gulped down eagerly.

"Mmmm, that is good-tasting come," she said, as she withdrew from her sucking, and licked the last dribbles from my helmet. "I think I might be back for seconds, later!"

I grabbed her, threw her onto her back, and moved swiftly to return the oral favour--my tongue parting her meaty cunt lips roughly, and savouring her taste, then moving to suck on her engorged clit.

She growled her arousal, as I entered her with two fingers, pushing down hard at the back wall first, before hooking them up to search out her spongy G-spot. Her hands gripped my head and held me tight against her quim, as I administered my tonguing, and she was soon grinding hard against my face as her orgasm began to build.

I pumped my fingers into her and kept intense pressure on her clit, as she thrashed around me, her hips bucking against my weight and waves of deep convulsions crashing through her body; her nails digging into the back of my head, until she slowly began to come down from the peak of her orgasm, and pull me away from her sensitive spot.

My cock was hard again, and I wanted to be in her, so I lifted myself off her up the bed and lined my swollen head up to her cunt, and thrust in hard in one stroke.

"Fuck YES!" She growled, "Give me that fucking fat dick, fill my cunt with that big rod, give it to me. Please give it to me, John!"

I responded to her dirty talk by gathering her in my arms, squeezing her huge tits to my chest, and forcing my dick as far as I could into her.

She wrapped her legs tight around me, as I pumped long, hard strokes repeatedly into her sopping-wet pussy. We were like one hot, sweaty, grinding machine as we fucked each other with eagerness. I'd never felt so turned on in my life, as I fucked this mature sex goddess; I felt totally immersed in her fabulous curves and crevices.

Her cunt felt like heaven, the best I'd ever had; almost sucking at my cock, as I ploughed it--her big soft tits rubbing against my chest hair felt fantastic--her thick thighs held me tightly, as my bollocks banged against her big arse, while I pumped into her.

And the smell--the glorious smell of our hot sex, her scent, her cunt juices still on my face, our combined sweat as we rode each other--the air was filled with the most erotic of aromas.

"I'm going to come again," she exclaimed, "make me come around that beautiful dick, John. Don't stop. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME...!" she howled, as another wave of orgasm rushed over her. She was shaking violently, as it hit her and I fucked as hard as I could into her squelching cunt.

And my own orgasm came rushing to me, my cum blasting deep into her pussy, as I strained as deep and as hard as I could into her; wave after wave of spurts, even though I had come just minutes before.

I kissed her passionately as we came to a shuddering end to our coupling, and I reluctantly lifted myself off her and crashed onto my back beside her on the bed.

"Jesus," she said, in that soft Scottish brogue, "that was incredible, bloody incredible. I don't think I've ever been fucked like that before. My kitty has been worked in places it's never been worked before."