"This is a unique dish because you can either garnish it with a leaf sprig or a dollop of whipped cream. It all depends on what kind of atmosphere you want to provide for your holiday guests. Thanks for tuning in. All of us here would like to extend our best wishes for you and yours this holiday season. This is Sandra Romaine, reminding you, don't be afraid to 'Spice It Up!'"
"Okay, that's a wrap!" bellowed Jerry, "I want to thank everyone for their service. It's been a wonderful season. Everyone is welcome to drinks and food at our Christmas party at Ham-bone's. Have a good time and enjoy your time off before we get back to work on season 7."
The short pudgy director stepped onto the stage and warmly embraced Sandra. Everyone politely applauded and said their good-byes as Jerry began to make his rounds, making sure he shook everyone's hand. As the last of the crew made their way out the door, he turned back towards the stage.
"Need a ride?" he asked.
She retrieved one of the long 120's she kept stashed behind the counter. She brought the skinny cigarette to her lips, lighting it and taking a deep draw. "Fucking seriously, Jerry?" she responded as she exhaled a large cloud of smoke.
Jerry chuckled, "Yeah, I'm serious. You are the star of the show! They all wanna see you."
She let out an exasperated sigh, "God, I hate these things."
"You hate everything. Just be nice and try to have a good time. Lord knows, you need it," the kind old man responded. Jerry knew Sandra could come off as prickly. He had known her for years and years and viewed her as the daughter he never had. He was very proud of her. She was made for television. She stood 5'4" with shoulder length blonde hair. Her natural beauty belied her 37 years of age. Her beauty and dedication were the main reason Jerry offered her the show 6 years ago.
They gathered their things and headed towards the door as Jerry turned the lights out in the small damp studio. They stepped out into the biting wind. Jerry locked the door and they made their way across the snow dusted parking lot to his old beat-up Honda.
"Get this piece of shit open. I'm freezing here!" Sandra stated.
Jerry intentionally took his time fumbling with his keys, "Maybe you should wear longer skirts?"
"That's real fair. The director gets to wear sweat pants. I bet you're warm," she retorted.
He popped the locks and Sandra packed herself into the passenger seat. He started the car and they began the short drive to Ham-bone's. Jerry could see Sandra had things on her mind. He asked, genuinely concerned, "How long are you gonna go on like this, kid?"
She shot back a look of confusion, "What's that supposed to mean?"
He didn't want to pry but continued, "It's obvious you are not happy. "
Sandra sighed again, "It's just that...AARRGGHH!...I just thought I would be further than this by now. I mean, fuck...I'm the host of a public access cooking show. I appreciate the opportunity Jerry, but..."
He interrupted, "Everyone here loves and respects you. We've been the highest rated show on the network, four of the last five years! It's not a bad lot in life."
The car grew silent as they pulled into Ham-bone's parking lot. Jerry didn't want to push the issue. Her dedication had cost her a marriage years ago, but he knew the ambitious woman wanted more. Perhaps a gig as an anchorwoman or her own talk show on a bigger network. Jerry felt confident that those things would come for Sandra.
As they pulled into an open spot in the packed parking lot of the bar/grill, Jerry offered, "Just be nice and mind your manners young lady. You haven't even said two words to the intern all year. I'm sure he would like some of your wisdom."
They exited the broken down Honda and Sandra answered, "That kid is so annoying. What's his name? Nate? Norman?"
"Well, shit. I don't know either," Jerry laughed. He escorted her to the door and led her in. The staff greeted them warmly and led them through the chaos of the popular establishment. The holiday rush was in full effect as families packed every table, hungrily munching through plates of ribs and fries. A young hostess guided them towards the back to where the private dining area was. As they reached their destination, the hostess added how pretty Ms. Romaine looked tonight and said she loved the show. Sandra smiled kindly before turning to Jerry and muttering under her breath, "God, I need a drink."
Everyone clapped as they entered the room. Sandra minded her manners and made her rounds with a martini in hand. She chatted with supporters of the network who donated the money that kept them going. She had girl talk with the ladies who did her hair and make-up. She even participated in a round of shots with the sound guy. As Christmas parties go, the hours passed and the liquor flowed until the number of guests dwindled. Sandra had lightened up but not to the point she would admit having a good time. The alcohol induced warmth in her face told a different story.
She sat, giggling with the crew that remained. Jerry, Devon the sound guy, Cassie the make-up lady, and Bryan the script writer laughed and exchanged stories of the fun times on the set this season. Noah, or Nat, or whatever his name was hovered shyly in the background.
Jerry rose to his feet and announced, "This old man has had enough. I'm calling *hiccup* a cab." Laughter erupted from the group.
"You asshole Jerry! You drove me here. What am I supposed to do? I need to stop back at the studio." Sandra remarked as the laughter from the group continued.
Jerry began, "Well, the cab can-"
The intern interrupted, "I can drive her sir. I haven't had a drink and I kind of wanted to pick Ms. Romaine's brain if she wouldn't mind?"
"You are lucky Ned. I'm feeling chatty," Sandra said.
"Thank you, ma'am. And, it's Nick, by the way," the intern spoke.
"Well, Nick, don't call me ma'am. I'm not as old as Jerry!" she stated as another round of laughter erupted, "And I'm taking this you bitches!" Sandra grabbed the last bottle of wine in the ice bucket and waived it at her co-workers as she made her way to the door.
She led the young man back through the restaurant towards the exit. The waitresses awaited her, making sure they got to say good-night to the local celebrity. Nick and Sandra stepped into the cold and he led her across the lot. They arrived at a green mini-van and Sandra couldn't resist.
"Borrow your mom's car, Nick?" she kidded.
Sheepishly he answered, "Yes."
She cackled as he opened her door. He got into the driver's side and immediately fastened his seat belt as Sandra opened the bottle of wine and took down a big gulp. Nick stared at her in shock. "What? I'm not driving," she quipped.
They pulled out and Nick tried his hardest to ask the questions he wanted answers to. His shyness and nervousness made him choke on his words. He repeatedly stumbled over his words as the questions jumbled in his throat. She listened and could make no sense of his ramblings. She felt a little sorry for him as they neared the studio.
Sandra, perhaps emboldened by the liquid courage in her hand, decided to be blunt. "Look kid, this is a tough business. If you can't get over this shy thing you got goin' on, then you might be in the wrong business. You gotta take what you want cause no one is gonna give you shit," was her advice, "And what the hell is wrong with this door?"
Nick parked the car as they arrived in the lot at the studio. He apologized, "I'm sorry. It's broke. Let me help you."
He scampered out of the car and raced around the bumper to her door. She continued to push against it with her shoulder over and over again. Nick popped the handle and Sandra began to drunkenly spill out of the car. The young man acted quick, catching her in his arms before she could hit the snowy pavement. He was not quick enough to prevent her from spilling some red wine down the front of her blouse and skirt. To make matters worse, she broke a heel. Sandra was embarrassed, but thankful. Nick helped her to her feet as she blushed. For the first time, she noticed Nick. It had been a long time since she had a mans arms wrapped around her. She had always thought of him as a scrawny nerd. His arms felt strong around her. He was 6'0" tall and hid a handsome face behind his nerd glasses and under his mop-top brown hair. She gathered herself and they made their way to the door of the studio. Her kindly carried her coat and shoes and she searched her key-chain for the appropriate key.
"How old are you, Nick?" Sandra inquired.
He answered, "I turned 22 last week. If this is the part where you offer advice or wisdom based on the 'I'm old enough to be your mother' premise, you can skip that. I know it's not polite to ask a woman her age so I won't go there, but you can't be that much older than me. I just don't buy it."
She smiled at the indirect compliment as she opened the door and turned on the lights. Nick took a seat at the stool behind the camera he operated and placed their coats and her shoes on another nearby stool. Sandra set her bottle of wine down and excused herself to take care of her spill in the restroom. As she blotted water onto the red splotch on her shirt, her mind wandered around the young man waiting for her in the next room. She imagined his youthful body grinding passionately against college coeds. She wandered if he ever even imagined an experience with a woman of her age. Heat pulsed through her body. She forgot about the stain and looked in the mirror. He nipples stood at attention atop her 34b breasts. Was it him having this effect on her? It felt so nice to be in his arms, even if it was an accident. His voice brought her back to reality.
"Are you OK in there?" he checked. It was a spontaneous decision. A plan hatched in her mind right then and there.
"Yes, I'm fine. Can you bring me my bottle of wine?" Sandra requested. She looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. A tap at the door signaled his arrival.
She swung the door open and retrieved the bottle of wine. She took another big gulp. She could feel his eyes burn across her torso and down her legs. Nick eyes feasted on her breasts but his shy nature told him to look at the floor.
"I need some papers from the office before we leave. Follow me," Sandra ordered as she squeezed out the door, rubbing her body against his before she led the way down the hall. She stepped into the dimly lit office with Nick right behind her. She motioned to the top shelf behind the neat and orderly desk.
"I need that box up there. You know I would fall and kill myself and I'm sure you would have a helluva time explaining that. I was hoping you could help me?" the cooking host said.
Nick surveyed the situation and asked, "Is there a step-ladder or something? That's pretty high."
Sandra knew there was a ladder not more than 10 feet away in the broom closet. However, she passed him a small stool asking, "Will this do?"
He climbed up but the box was just out of reach and the stool was quite wobbly. "Let me brace you," she offered. One hand rose up his t-shirt and rested against his hard abdominal muscles. Sandra moved her other hand between his legs, bracing the back of his calf. He looked down at her. Terror was painted across his face but Sandra pushed on. Right next to her face, a bulge grew in his pants. She could feel the silky material of her panties stick to her lips as the tension in the room grew. She told herself the time was now. Her hand slowly trailed down his abs until she reached his button-fly. She peeled his pants open to reveal his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. The only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of the two. Slowly, she slid his boxers down. His length kept going and going until he popped free past the waist band. Sandra was astonished. Nick must have been every bit of nine inches. It was the biggest, thickest cock she had ever seen. He was also uncircumcised! Sandra had never seen this with her own eyes. She was overcome with lust for this new toy. She wrapped her fingers around its base. Her fingers could not reach all the way around the thickness. She looked into Nick's eyes and slowly pumped his shaft. Her hand traveled its length just three times and she was astonished to be hit with rope after rope of pearly cream. Nick's muscles tensed all through his legs and Sandra continued stroking until every drop had escaped. Her hand and cleavage was soaked with his seed. He jumped down and turned away from her.
"Damn, Nick, I hope there is more where that came from because there is no way-" Sandra began but was interrupted.
"I'm sorry. I'm a virgin," Nick said with shame.
The silence in the room was like a deafening roar. Sandra backed up against the desk, shocked at the young man's revelation. She stared at his back. His shirt hung down to the middle of his tight ass cheeks. His muscular legs trembled as he slumped his shoulders and stared at the floor. Sandra could see his sizable manhood softening as it hung low between his sculpted legs. The predatory nature of her lust drained from her and was replaced by the need to connect with her young lover. She reached out for him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to her. She was perched on the edge of the desk. Her skirt was hiked up around her thighs, exposing her wet panties to him. She wrapped her arms around Nicks waist and gazed into his eyes. Their lips came together and they shared their first long, deep, passionate kiss. She felt life return to his penis as it rose between her legs. She pulled him closer. Her nipples dug into his defined chest. They exchanged muffled moans of ecstasy in each other mouths as their tongues tenderly wrestled for control. Her right hand pulled the soaked fabric from her opening and guided the head of Nick's cock to her wet aching lips. She brought both of her hands to his ass and slowly pulled him into her neglected hole. She broke their kiss and moaned loudly as he stretched her dripping slit with his girth. She buried her face in his neck as she guided his slow thrusts. She had never been filled this way ever before. She had forgotten how much she loved the build to orgasm as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She traced his neck with small kisses until she reached his ear and softly whispered, "Become a man and take what you want."
Nick moaned loudly and Sandra felt the muscles throughout his body tense. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down on the desk. Papers and cups of pencils and pens scattered about the floor. She watched his thick penis, shiny with her juices coating its length, disappear again and again inside her as he pumped faster. His hands ripped her blouse open and the buttons joined the materials from the desk on the floor. She saw the nervousness had left his eyes and was replaced by the yearnings of a sexually charged man. Nick yanked at her bra, pulling it down and exposing the rose red nipples atop her breasts. He brought his face to her chest and hungrily bit at her hard nipples. Her entire aureola disappeared in his mouth as he sucked hard. She moaned inaudible cries of pleasure as he took her on the desk. His pace quickened. The room was filled with the smell of sex. It sounded as if a crowd of people were clapping for them as his hips slammed into her ass and thighs with every thrust.
Nick grabbed her waist and fucked her as hard as he could. She had never seen anything like it, not since her wilder days in college so long ago. They gazed into each others eyes as their orgasms built together. Sandra could feel her pussy quivering around Nick's swollen dick. She urged him, "I want your cum inside me. Please, oh Nick, please fill me!"
He let out a loud wail and thrust as deep as he could. She had never felt a penis so deep inside her. Sandra felt his semen filling her in places she never imagined a man could touch. He collapsed atop her, exhausted from the escapade. She held him close, never wanting to let him leave her grasp.
Later, as she exited his mini-van and made her way to her door, she reflected on the nights events. She had a warmth inside her that had been absent for a long time. She made Nick promise they would do it again soon. She hadn't felt so sexy in a long time as she watched the young man drive away. Sandra Romaine had found her smile again. She realized there were perks she overlooked as the host of 'Spice It Up.' It wasn't a bad lot in life at all.
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