"Yes," she sighed, sliding down from his desk. "But someday I'm gonna get you into my bed. I'd like to see what makes you tick."
"Go on," he laughed, giving her a light slap on the fanny. "Get the Colman report. There's a lot of work to be done."
It was a long day for Drew Weston as everyone he met had a comment to make about his daughter, and the man was weary when he finally arrived home that evening.
"Did you see this picture of Paula?" beamed his wife when she greeted him with the paper.
"Yes!" he snapped. "And so has everyone else in town."
"Isn't she lovely," smiled his wife.
"I think it's disgusting," sighed Drew.
"Why?"
"Look at the way her breasts are exposed."
"Oh, darling," his wife giggled. "You're just old fashioned. It's a terrific photograph."
They were interrupted when Paula came rushing down the stairs with a radiant glow on her face.
"Hi, Pops," she smiled. "Did you see my picture in the paper?"
"Yes," replied the man. "And that's what I want to talk to you about."
"Later!" she shouted back over her shoulder as she ran out through the door. "I'm having my first rehearsal tonight and I don't want to be late."
Driving down to the station in the little Triumph her parents had given her for her seventeenth birthday, Paula was excited about meeting Randy Witmore, the handsome newscaster, for the first time. She'd watched him so many times on television, and now at last she was going to meet him in person.
"Well," beamed Babs Conner, leading Randy Witmore over to Paula when the girl arrived.
"This is a real pleasure, and I'm glad to say that you're even prettier than your pictures."
"Thank you, Mr. Witmore," she blushed, surprised to see that, in person, he even looked younger than his thirty years.
"Please call me Randy," the handsome man smiled, still holding her hand. "If we're going to be working together, I want us to be close friends."
"Okay, Randy," she answered softly.
Paula couldn't believe that she was going to be first-name friends with the dashing young newscaster.
"She's some doll," Randy said to Babs later that night when Paula had gone home.
"I saw that look in your eye," she giggled. "But keep you hands away from her. She's Wayne's property."
"But I thought you and Wayne had a thing going?" he asked in a puzzled voice.
"We have," she smiled. "He and I have been playmates for over ten years, with no strings attached."
"Then what gives between him and little Miss Tits?"
"I'm Wayne's main course," laughed Babs. "But sometimes he likes to steal a bit out of the candy jar, and Paula is his new peppermint stick."
"God," he laughed. "I'd like to taste that little piece of candy."
"I can tell that," giggled Babs. "But if you want to keep your job, just lay off the kid until Wayne is finished with her."
As the rehearsals continued for the next few evenings, Paula sensed that Randy Witmore was more than casually interested in her. When they were moving around the set, he seemed to brush his body and hands against her, but never made any specific advances. Her infatuation with the man seemed to increase with every day that passed, yet he kept their relationship on a strictly friendly basis.
One evening when Paula had stayed later than usual to go over some notes with Babs, she ran into Randy when she walked out to the parking lot.
"Hi," she called out when she saw him getting into his car.
"Hello, Paula," he smiled. "I thought you'd gone home a long time ago."
"I was with Babs," she replied, boldly opening the door to his car and sitting down next to him.
Glancing nervously into the rear-view mirror, Randy was relieved to see there were no other cars left in the darkened lot. He certainly didn't want Wayne Marshal to see the pretty young girl with him.
"Are you in a big hurry?" she asked, noticing that he was a bit nervous.
"Not at all," he stammered, excited by the presence of the sexy little blonde.
"Good," sighed Paula, resting her head against the back of the seat. "Let's just talk for a while."
"I'd like that," he smiled, aware that the girl was edging over closer to him.
"Do you think I'll make a good weather girl?" asked Paula, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I'm sure you will," whispered Randy, putting his arm around her. "We're gonna make a helluva team."
Without saying another word, Paula turned her softly parted lips up to him, and he tenderly covered them with his mouth as she'd known he would. It was a long, deep kiss with their tongues deliciously entwined in their mouths.
"You kiss nice," she whispered when their clinging lips finally parted.
"So do you," he answered excitedly, his cock suddenly starting to throb in his pants.
"I'll bet you're neat in bed," she said in a husky whisper as she once more lifted her lips to his.
"Why do you say that?" he asked, completely shocked by the young girl's boldness.
"Because you look like you have a neat prick," she giggled, lightly resting her hand on the big bulge in the front of his crotch.
"Do you like neat pricks?"
"Shit, yes," whispered Paula, slowly lowering his zipper. "I love to play with hard cocks."
Randy could hardly believe what was happening as the young girl's cool soft fingers pulled his hard, hot rod out of his open fly.
"This is a beauty," she smiled, starting to slide his foreskin up and down over his throbbing cockhead. "D'ya want me to bring you off?"
"Shit yes," he panted, pulling his pants down.
While he was doing this, Paula unbuttoned his shirt and opened it so his cum wouldn't splatter all over the garment.
"Okay," she whispered, resting her face on his bare stomach as she began tenderly stroking his stiff boner. "Just relax and enjoy it."
With her eyes only inches from the tip of his big cockhead, she could see little drops of seminal fluid oozing out from the little slit in the end of it. Paula had never heard of sucking a man's cock, but she suddenly had a strong desire to lick up the little droplets with her tongue, yet she was afraid that Randy would think she were some kind of a depraved pervert.
She was still staring hungrily at the end of his juicy dick when she felt the pressure of his hand on the back of her head. She couldn't understand what he was doing at first, but then she suddenly realized he was gently forcing her mouth down toward his thick hard prick.
"That's it, honey," he panted when she didn't resist. "Suck me off, honey, suck me off."
"Okay," the girl whispered. "But how do I do it?"
"Haven't you ever given a guy a blow-job before?" he asked in a shocked voice.
"No, I haven't," she answered, snaking her tongue out and lightly licking the end of his knob. "But it sounds like fun."
He couldn't believe that this hot little bitch that had boldly grabbed for his prick had never sucked a guy off.
"It is fun," he panted. "You'll love it."
"How do I do it?" she asked, still licking the end of his cock with her tongue.
"You just suck and sort of fuck it with your mouth instead of your cunt."
Tongue-washing his cockhead, Paula was thrilled with the rather musky taste and scent of the man's dong. There was something extremely exciting about the texture of his hard knob against her tongue.
"Okay," she whispered, releasing his prick and sitting up in the seat. "I'll suck on your cock if you'll play with my boobs."
"That's a fair deal," he grinned as she unfastened her blouse and removed it.
Randy Witmore could hardly believe his eyes when her luscious big tits spilled out in front of him. He'd seen her half-exposed boobs in the dresses designed for their broadcasts, but the sight of them completely bare was absolutely dazzling.
The soft pinkness of her big areolas was a delicious contrast to the creamy softness of her naked tits, and her cherry-hard nipples were bursting out like huge blossoming buds.