We do a lot of community events. Besides being good corporate citizens and participating in the community we serve, it also helps at license renewal time. These are mostly voluntary, though it's expected that one will participate when asked. Most of the on air talent has a cause or two they are passionate about to some degree, so most of these events are taken on cheerfully. Thus it was that Laura was going to be master of ceremonies at a charity auction for a local scholarship fund. She had corralled me-not that I minded, given how these things usually ended for us-to help managing the various sale items as she went through her paces with the bidding. This would involve a lot of bending and lifting, which usually meant I spent lot of time looking at Laura, which was always enjoyable.
The event was in the early evening, a sort of informal cocktail party with the usual donor glad handing, and of course, selfies with Laura, who was popular. She was congenial with all, and especially sought out by the guys, who loved having their photos taken with their arms around her, pulling her close so they could get a feel of her generous jugs against their bodies. She didn't seem to mind the attention, though she was adept at keeping them from getting too friendly during these sessions.
Today, though, she seemed to be dressed to tease me. To the casual observer, she was not giving anything away. She was in a charcoal gray skirt, several inches above the knee, as she typically did, and a pink oxford shirt. It was open several buttons, the topmost buttoned just below mid breast. Calf high boots completed the outfit. Instead of her usual pony tail, she had her hair pulled back and up, a very elegant style. As if that were not enough, she was wearing her glasses to read through the list of sale items. In a very subdued way, Laura looked hot, especially since she was throwing that naughty librarian look in a big way.
Looking at her straight on, she didn't give off an overly sexy vibe. Then I got a look at her from the side. When she moved, I got a good view of a very sexy bra, pastel pink with a sheer cup with a floral applique. I love when Laura goes braless, a preference of mine she is only too happy to accommodate, and which she does more often than most viewers realize, but this was exciting. The idea that she was up on stage in front of a room full of people, but only a few of us-maybe only me-could see her pretty undergarments, was already getting me started, and making me glad I had worn black jeans, which would hide my growing erection. It was going to be a hard night!!
Part of the fun for me was helping Laura set up the goods. In the wings we had set up the many items we'd be auctioning that night, putting them in some kind of coherent order so I could find them and bring out the various lots to be sold. There was a lot of watching Laura bend and turn, and I got many good looks at her ample, hanging tits as she moved.
"Pretty bra," I commented at one point while we were setting up, making her laugh.
It was still early, and there was almost nobody in the large ball room. Laura pulled me to her, kissing me. "I wore it for you," she said, smiling at me. "I knew I couldn't go braless, but thought I'd give you something to think about. And it makes me sooo horny knowing you're watching me."
As I noted earlier, Laura often would go without a bra, knowing that she was driving me to distraction as I watched her impressive D cup hangers swing and sway under her tops during the broadcast. We'd often get done with our morning show and go have breakfast, followed by a manic fuck session, a lot of times right in the restaurant parking lot. I was also discovering Laura had a penchant for semi public sex, having had me in my back seat in a variety of parking lots in broad daylight, and having blown or fucked new beau Steve in a number of hiding places along the many biking and hiking trails in the region.
While we were arranging our merchandise and I was checking out Laura's bra, I got to wondering if it was part of a set. I didn't have to wait long. Her skirt was twill, and rather stiff. She bent over to get some items out of a box on the floor as I turned from the stack I was making. Her skirt had pulled up, and I was face to face, as it were, with pink panties that matched her bra. I probably wouldn't see much of them til later, but I had enough to think about with her lacy bra.
Laura retrieved whatever it was she had been looking for in the box, stood up and turned to me. We both smiled, having at the same time the realization what I had just been looking at.
"Surprise," said Laura, blushing. "I hope you like them. Maybe you'll see more of them later."
I hoped so. But she got me, as usual. As we were finishing up arranging things, I was getting a good look into her top as she leaned forward, and took advantage of our hidden position backstage, and scooped up a hefty handful of her left tit. She laughed, kissed me, and started rubbing the front of my jeans.
"I could take you right here," said Laura, looking up at me.
"You might have to. I don't think I can go out on stage like this," noting my now full blown hard on. Laura laughed and kissed me, giving me a good rub as she pulled away.
We got on with the auction, and it moved along well, the various items going quickly. I kept busy fetching new items as we went through the auction, but still had enough time to pay a lot of attention to Laura as she displayed and sold the goods. From my angle, I had a superb view into her shirt, and I spent the better part of 90 minutes watching her move, lean and reach, all the while fixated on her tits, which, reined in as they were by her bra, were moving and flexing as she did.
The auction finished, and after the usual parting conversations and expressions of gratitude, we were off to dinner. Since it was now pushing 8:00, we decided to go for something semi fast, one of the local pizza/Italian restaurants nearby. They were still tailing off from dinner, so we wound up parking around the side of the building. Dinner itself was pleasant if uneventful. Laura and I talked about a wide variety of things, as we usually did, among them how she and Steve were getting on.
"It's going well-VERY well," said Laura, smiling.
"Pounding you silly, is he??"
Laura got a sheepish smile. "Yeah," she said softly. "He keeps talking about the three way we had a while back."
"I guess he had a good time??"
"He did. He wants to do it again."
