Sleeping with the News Anchor [MF]

When I came home after several years working in Europe, the Trustees of my University alma mater reached out to me and invited me to sit on the Board of Trustees. I had demonstrated some modicum of success. I had taken my company public and my name was in the news (in a good way). I was flattered they thought I might be able to assist my school for which I deeply cared. So, I started a five-year term as a university Trustee.

One of the other Trustees on the Board was a local news anchor. We’ll call her Linda. Linda and I went way back. She interviewed me back when my business was first getting started and we had stayed in touch, albeit remotely, over the previous 10 years or so. Linda was tall, lightly Hispanic, shapely and about five years younger than me. Linda was well known in her market, had gone through a difficult time over the previous few years. She had children some years back and had an ugly divorce with another newscaster. Still, you couldn’t tell as her personality remained bright and optimistic. I always admired that about her and I had occasion to share that with her at our first Trustee meeting. Her light mocha skin blushed at my compliment and she demurely looked down. I followed her gaze and quietly admired her thin, muscular legs all the way down to her spiked heels.

Linda anchored the morning news and, after considerable chit chat, she invited me to the studio the following week on Friday to watch the newscast. I’m a junkie to see how processes work and I readily accepted. The morning of my visit, I got up very early, showered and dressed as if I was to be on camera. I have always tried to dress for the part depending on where I’ll be and what I’ll be doing. My name was at the front desk and I was escorted back to Linda’s office, where she was preparing her final notes for her newscast. She came out from behind her desk and greeted me with a strong hug. She was wearing a cream colored dress with dark side panels that accentuated her figure nicely. She was, however, about three inches shorter than the previous week as her manicured feet were not yet capped with her killer heels. I made a comment about her heels and she coyly replied, “Once they go on, they never come off”.

As the morning progressed, I watched her professionalism from the side and admired her confidence and poise. Her day, and work week, was wrapped up by 10:00 a.m., so I invited her to brunch. She admitted there’s never any good brunches until the weekend, but she had all the fixings at her place if I was interested. Her kids were with her ex and her place wasn’t far, so I was happy to accompany her home. There was definitely an attraction.

She was right about her heels as she continued to stay in “uniform” as she busted about her gourmet kitchen. We were drinking mimosas and chatting about life, love and happiness as she made an extraordinary meal. I happily dropped my suit coat and did the dishes as quickly as she dropped them in the sink. At one point, she came up behind me, reached around and offered a strawberry to my mouth. As I leaned back to take it, I gently pressed back into her ample bosom, and she leaned forward. They were big, round and soft and I really wanted to explore them more.

The next time, she fed me a grape and I turned around to take it straight on. I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest and I’m sure she could feel my growing interest. She picked up our mimosa glasses and moved to the couch. I followed her and sat down opposite her on the inside corner of her sectional where I could better admire her gorgeous legs. I again complimented her legs and she stretched one out and I instinctively placed my hand upon it. It was silky smooth and her skin reacted to my touch with a light shiver. She moved her other leg up and laid them both on my lap. I began massaging her legs and lower thighs and she shimmied her dress a little higher to show her approval. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly as she softly murmured something sweet. My hand slid up the outside of her upper thighs and she opened her legs ever so slightly. I took that as an invitation and slid my hand up between her legs and was so impressed with the softness of her skin. It got warmer and warmer, and ultimately, my hand found her lacy thong and her breath skipped. My fingers pulled it aside and I felt the dampness of her pussy. Her clit was enormous and I massaged it with my thumb as I sunk my fingers into her depths. Her breath became quite shallow and I felt her cum as her pussy contracted around my fingers.

I dropped to the floor and pulled panties completely off. She helped slide her dress higher and I buried my head in her wetness and got her to another intense and very wet orgasm. I stood up, dropped by pants and my cock was rock hard. As I’ve noted in previous messages, I’ve not overly long (about 8 inches) but very thick. She slid to the edge of the couch and lifted her legs. I grabbed her ankles, pulled them up higher and together and lowered myself into her – slowly and deliberately. With every inch I sunk, she got tighter and tighter and her groans increased in proportion. I slowly withdrew and dropped in quickly, whereupon she announced she was going to cum again, so I started pounding her pussy with all abandon, licking her gorgeous legs in front of me and hung on for dear life. As her body was wracked in convulsion, I pulled out and slapped my cock against her enormous clit. That sent her over the top and she screamed as her pussy gushed its juices. It was glorious and she is still the best squirter I’ve ever encountered. I slipped back into her and dropped her legs so I could kiss her as we collided together. I could feel the pressure building and announced I was close. She wrapped her legs around me as I continued to pump into her. She implored me to cum in her and locked her high heels behind my torso. As a gentleman, I obliged and deposited a massive load into her carefully manicured quim.

When we came to our senses, I laughed and noted that I better understood why she left her heels on. She laughed and said they do come in handy from time to time. Things were dripping everywhere, so she got up, grabbed me by the hand and pulled me along with her to the shower. She stripped and I finally got an unobstructed view of her tits. They were massive with dark brown circles and long hard nipples. I lowered my head to them and gave them a tasted. Her moans in response were alluring. I finished stripping and she gripped my semi-erect cock and indicated something needed to be done. She dropped to her knees on the soft rug outside the large shower and cleaned up my cock. Firmly grasping it with her hand, she led me into the shower with her. We kissed deeply and explored each other completely as we thoroughly soaped, rinsed and kissed every inch of each other. She slid her ample breasts up and down my cock and I groaned in appreciation. She told me to not cum yet as she had further plans for him.

She turned around, bent over to the rail and the bench and presented herself to me. As I dropped into position to push back into her pussy, she said, “no, not there…stand up straight”. As I arose, my cock aligned with her toned ass, and I began to press forward. First, the head, then the shaft, I slowly slid into her butt. She took it easily and backed into me further. I was balls deep in her butt before I withdrew and thrust again. The water beat down on us as I fucked her ass hard. She was rubbing her pussy with all abandon and came again as her ass clamped down and milked my juices until I was dry.

We spent the rest of the day and night together and fucked several more times before I had to leave on Saturday night. For about two years we repeated this activity after every Trustee meeting. She’s now engaged to another man, so our activities have been curtailed, but we smile, hug and kiss every time we see one another as we share our loving memories.

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