Ray Todd - Hot pants weather girl

There were only two television stations in the small town, and Wayne Marshal was the owner and manager of one of them. With both stations having network affiliations, their main rating battle was for viewers on the evening news which was mostly sponsored by local merchants. The battle for higher ratings during the news period had been going on for years and Wayne Marshal's station had remained a poor second in the contest.

A rather handsome man in his late forties, he'd bought the station several years ago when he left Los Angeles where he'd been a network account executive. He'd worked hard, and tried many innovations, but still trailed his competition in viewers during the evening news.

When he'd come out to take over the station several years ago, he brought Babs Conner along to serve as his girl Friday, as well as his mistress. She'd been a vibrant little redhead at the time, and now in her early thirties, Babs was a beautiful young woman and absolutely indispensable to the operation of the station. Babs Conner had her discreet affairs with her gentlemen friends, but her body was always available to Wayne whenever he wanted her.

As Wayne's top executive, Babs had her own suite of offices that adjoined his. Because of her sharp and brilliant mind, the man rarely argued with the woman's decisions.

"Have you received many applicants?" asked Wayne as Babs sat in his office with him one afternoon.

"A few," she sighed. "We're auditioning two girls tomorrow."

"Are they attractive?"

"They appear to be from their photographs," she replied. "But I haven't heard their voices."

"Do you know anything else about them?" asked the man.

"If you're asking if they put out," she giggled, "I didn't ask."

"That's not what I asked," smiled the handsome man. "But it would enhance their chances of getting the job."

"God, Wayne," Babs laughed. "You get hornier every year."

The couple was discussing the possibility of hiring an attractive girl to do the weather on the news broadcast. They'd recently hired a young man named Randy Witmore from San Francisco as an anchor man, but he hadn't increased their viewing audience. Wayne had been very enthusiastic about it when Babs suggested hiring a pretty local girl to work as weathercaster with Randy Witmore and their sports announcer. Weather girls had proven very successful in some areas so Wayne was more than willing to give it a try. They both fully realized that the girl would have to be attractive and have a good personality as well as a pleasant voice, but it would be worth the trouble if they could find such a person.

"Here are some of the photos they submitted with their applications," smiled Babs, handing him a group of pictures.

"This is a little doll," grinned Wayne, holding up a photo of a pretty dimpled blonde.

"That's Paula Weston," she answered. "We're auditioning her tomorrow. She's only seventeen and might be a bit too young, but she's certainly attractive."

Wayne's eyes followed Babs' shapely bare legs as she walked across the room to put the photos away. The curvaceous redhead always wore extremely short skirts without hose. Returning, she sat down in a chair across from Wayne and was slightly amused at the way he stared excitedly between her legs as she crossed her knees.

"What's your schedule for this afternoon?" he casually asked.

"Well," she smiled. "With that look in your eyes, I'll probably be spending it on that couch."

"That's exactly what I had in mind," grinned Wayne, walking across the room to lock the door.

When he returned, Babs had already removed her dress and was standing there in only a brief pair of blue panties and bra that deliciously accented the creamy whiteness of her practically naked body. Wayne had been out of town for the past two weeks on a business trip with his wife, and because they rarely had sex together, the sight of Babs' almost nude body was practically blowing his mind.

"God," he panted, walking toward her. "I've never felt so fuckin' horny in my life. It's hell to go two weeks without sex. How the hell can you stand it?"

"I didn't try," she giggled, sitting down on the sofa. "I have other men."

"I seem to forget that," he grinned, knowing that the pretty redhead often dated.

"But, Wayne," she whispered. "None of them can fuck as well as you."

The beautiful woman's juicy slit was tingling with anticipation as he stood in front of the couch where she was so seductively curled. After more than ten years of sex with Wayne, she still always looked forward to the gentle, yet lusty, way he screwed his big thick cock into her.

"You're prettier every year," he smiled, sitting down next to her on the sofa.

Taking Babs into his arms, Wayne tenderly kissed her, slipping his tongue into the soft wetness of her sweet fresh mouth. He eased her back gently until Babs' head was resting on the end of the sofa. The soft smooth plane of her tummy and her little dimpled navel were deliciously exposed above her brief bikini panties. Feeling his hand brushing lightly along the bare flesh of her inner thighs, Babs parted her legs, letting one of her legs fall over the front edge of the couch, deliciously exposing the soft mound of her cunt beneath the stretched material of her flimsy panties.

"Oh, Wayne," she passionately sobbed when he lowered his warm lips down against her soft, naked thigh. "You sure know how to turn me on."

Closing her eyes, the pure joy flowed through her loins as his lips kissed, nibbled and licked at the deliciously naked flesh of her soft upper legs.

"Oh, you sweet darling," she whispered, knowing what was going to happen to her next.

Wayne slipped his fingers inside the elastic of her panties, and as she arched her hips up to help him, he pulled the wispy garment over her sweet, smooth ass, letting them slither down over her ankles.

"Ooooooooh, darling," she whimpered when his hot wet mouth covered her quivering slit as she'd known he would. "That's it, baby."

Feeling his thick tongue slipping up into the hot moistness of her dripping cunt, Babs began grinding her juicy pussy up against his sucking mouth.

Spending several sweet minutes licking and sucking the delicious wetness from deep in her twat, he worked his upper lip against her quivering clitty until the squealing woman was near climax.

"Turn over," he whispered, removing his tongue and lips from her tasty cunt.

Lying on her stomach with her face resting on her forearm, Babs could feel his mouth pushing into the soft wiggly flesh between the smooth cheeks of her ass. She could feel his hot breath on her shitter as his tongue teased around her sensitive little asshole. After thoroughly washing the soft flesh around her quivering bung, he removed his mouth and once more rolled the beautiful redhead onto her back.

Again pressing his face between her lusciously naked thighs, Wayne began rhythmically tonguing her sweet hot cunt. Babs could feel herself soaring to new heights of ecstasy and knew the talented cocksman was intent on bringing her to a delicious climax as he always did before fucking her. Trembling with excitement, she felt him withdraw his tongue from the hot slippery depths of her cunt and begin flicking it back and forth against her deliciously erect clitty. Pressing her bare thighs against the cheeks of his face, Babs grasped his head, running her fingers excitedly through his hair, not wanting him to stop this fantastic tongue-job.

"Jesus, Wayne," she panted, writhing her steamy slit up against his juice-smeared face. "I'm almost there, baby. Please keep suckin'."

With his tongue swirling around deep in her sopping-hot hole and his upper lip working frantically on her clit, the man was carrying her closer and closer to an explosive climax. The man had been doing this to her for over ten years, and each time seemed better than the last.