Susanna spoke, "Oh boy, it's been a long morning and all I want to do since you left my home that morning is get frisky with you again." A longer than a normal kiss, but one which immediately set expectations that I wasn't there for a chat. Susanna had opted to take off her shoes, which made her shorter but didn't hold back in coming up to me and planting a kiss right on my mouth. Dressing table, mirror, couple of chairs, a sofa, and a separate bathroom area. I was surprised at how small it was, I would have thought it would have looked a bit flashy, but it had the bare minimum in it. We walked towards Susanna's dressing room and went inside. My response was cheeky, as the only numbers I had in mind was the size of her breasts and how many times can I cum inside her. We can start talking numbers if you are agreeable to certain things." I spoke, "Good morning, lovely to get your message and I'm more than happy to talk to you. I got the feeling she was potentially making sure someone heard her.
Thank you for coming in to see me, let's go somewhere private and we can talk about that new show."Īs she spoke, she winked at me. I couldn't believe I was dreaming of it on the floor not that long ago, but now I've got the chance to do just that! I waited no more than 5 minutes before I saw Susanna walking towards me in that yellow dress. I watched as she finished her shift and the clock turned 9am. You do wonder how many of them try and chat her up but fail miserably! However, knowing they need to keep boring the nation with information and stats, which everyone thinks are lies. I would guess they are looking into Susanna's eyes and thinking what I often think. It must be an interesting dynamic when someone has a job to do to talk about important stuff.
SUSANNAH FLOOD TITS TV
In the reception, the TV was on, but there was no sound, as I watched her talk to some politician. I arrived at the studios at about 8.50am. I could have continued to watch her, but unlike the day before, I didn't need to dream about being with her again. I was looking at her face, and body and thinking of that dress on the studio floor. I was feeling aroused as she spoke about some atrocity in the world, but I wasn't listening to the story. I replied to Susanna with a simple, "See you soon."įor the next 15 minutes, I continued to watch Susanna on the TV, thinking all sorts of thoughts of what we might be doing in 90 minutes. My imagination had already been extended in now knowing what Susanna looked like naked, therefore the thoughts of the things I would do to her when bending her over that news desk had got worse, rather than better! If she wasn't the TV got switched off, or I went to Sky Sports News! Since that morning, I had not failed in turning on the TV each day to check she was on. I hadn't heard anything back, which was no surprise, but I enjoyed our time together. Susanna x."Ī few weeks had passed since I was introduced to Susanna, and I had spent a morning around her home. The mind thinks wild things when you are feeling horny, and you are wondering why they can't do naked breakfast news! It would be a big hit for many, many people. You're wondering if Susanna bothers wearing any pants?!? When they went to an advert break, the camera angle changed, and you got to see a view of her legs and her fine ass on her chair. When she spoke down the camera, my mind was running wild in thinking of the things she would be moaning and groaning to if I got my hands all over her. She was wearing a sexy yellow dress, which was tightly fitted around her body, with her ample assets squeezed upwards. It was Wednesday morning, it was 7.15am and as I got on with my daily checks of going through emails and reading social media, I had turned on Breakfast TV to see the delightful Susanna Reid sat behind her news desk talking to the nation. I write this tale as a follow-up piece, but if you didn't read the first story, this can still be read on its own. The fictional tale was enjoyable to write, so I wanted to go back and see what else can occur!! I recently wrote a tale about meeting up with Susanna Reid early one morning on her day off.
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