This is story #32 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.
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Tina
I am a "morning person" when it comes to self-care. In other words, when I masturbate, it is almost always first thing in the morning.
All of the local television stations that service my area employ a number of very attractive women on their morning shows -- anchors, weather folks and traffic reporters. Just about every female working the local news is very attractive in her own way.
One weather reporter in particular always intrigued me. She wasn't the hottest of the local talent, but something about her grabbed my attention. Tina was her name, and she was a perky, happy thing all the time. She dressed very conservatively, not a hint of cleavage. On those rare occasions when you saw a full body shot of her, you could tell she had a great hourglass figure.
I had guessed her to be in her mid-thirties at the time I first noticed her, about five or six years prior to the events of this story, which was probably when I was around 44 or so ( at the time of this story I was 49). I looked on line to find out more about her, but there was no social media at all, just the station's website and Facebook page with her various weather reports. Nothing about her personally.
She wore a wedding ring, and in my mind, she was a perfect little mom and housewife, probably getting up at 4 am to get ready for work, and being home by nine am or so to care for the house, do the grocery shopping and iron her husband's shirts, care for the kids after school, put on an apron and make dinner, help the kids with homework. All very 1950's ish in my mind.
Sexually, I imagined her very submissive, also consistent with the 1950s - does what she's told and never complains, lays on her back and says a Hail Mary.
Tina's station was headquartered about thirty minutes from where I lived, but as these folks often do, they travel to various locations within the viewing area for street fairs, concerts and the like. They are local celebrities, however minor, and they appear at these things on occasion.
I happened to be at a St. Patrick's Day parade in another small city near where I live. It was held on a Saturday morning, and afterwards I went to a crowded bar with a buddy for some post-parade beverages. The place was packed and loud, and I started to wonder if I was too old for this shit.
After one beer, my buddy got a call from his wife about something, so he had to leave. I didn't want to go home yet, but I was done with the loud bar scene, so I walked down to a swanky wine bar for a little quiet. There were a few more people there than usual due to the parade, but all in all it was a much calmer scene than the other Irish bars and townie watering holes along the downtown strip.
I ordered a Manhattan and focused on one of the March Madness games on the TV, and soon felt a presence in the empty seat next to me, and heard a female voice order "just a water."
The voice sounded very familiar, so I glanced over and was thrilled to see that it was none other than Tina, the Channel 10 morning weather chick. I thought for a second and figured I might have blown a load as I watched her forecast earlier in the week, so I kept that in mind as I glanced over at her.
She was very sexy in person, even more intriguing than on TV. A very exotic-type of look. Not a classic beauty, but something very catching about her.
I had to play this right. I was sure that playing the "fan boy" would get nowhere, so I had to pretend that I had no idea who she was. I viewed that as my best shot. She was dressed pretty nicely, so I assumed that she was doing a live remote for the parade.
I leaned toward her and said, "You don't look like you were here to watch the parade?"
She looked at me suspiciously, and responded, "Yes and no."
"Interesting answer," I said. "The kind of answer that suggests you don't want to talk about it, but also the kind of answer that makes me want to dig deeper. So, I'm in a bit of a pickle here."
She smiled politely, and said, "Well, yes, I was here for the parade, but no, I wasn't here as a spectator."
"Oh," I continued. "So, you were IN the parade then, maybe like the grand poobah or whatever they call the leader of parades."
"The grand marshal!" she laughed.
I was slowly disarming her already.
"No, I wasn't the grand marshal. I'm working, or I was working."
"Well then, let me buy you a drink since you're now off work. What would you like?"
"What do you have?" she inquired.
"Manhattan," I answered. "It's delicious."
"God I'd love to, but I better stick with water."
"How come?" I asked. "You driving?"
"No, my cameraman is driving. But my husband wouldn't take well to me coming home from work and having booze on my breath."
"Cameraman?!?! Ok, so now we are gettin' somewhere. I might be a little slow, but I'm gonna guess reporter."
"Well done, Sherlock," she joked. "I guess you don't watch the news."
"Nah, no news is good news, as they say. I only watch sports. Oh, and porn."
Tina did a mock spit take, and said, "You mean together? Is that like an Olympic event now?"
She was good. Quick wit, and with a bawdy sense of humor. Unlike the image I'd assumed from TV.
Usually when the news anchors or traffic people tried to engage Tina in a personal conversation on air, she deflected to discuss only the weather.
For example, if they mentioned the local minor league baseball team winning, they might ask, did you and your family see the game, Tina?" and she'd answer something like, "Well it was perfect weather for it." She never mentioned a husband or kids, nothing personal whatsoever.
I responded, "If only. I'd look like Michael Phelps on the medal stand."
She laughed again, blushing slightly, and said, "Wow, such confidence."
"Blessing and a curse really," I answered. "So, what station do you work for?"