(This is based upon a well known British T.V. presenter. The name has been changed slightly to avoid offence )

My name is Jim Priest. Until recently I was working as a computer software engineer but was made redundant because I was too senior a grade and my company wanted to employ cheaper younger staff (though they said it was because of the recession - crap!). No computer firm will employ someone over 35 so recently I’ve been working as a contract television contractor. Strange change of job?, not really more an unusual stroke of luck really.

About 15 years ago, just after I left university, I was lucky to get a spell as a trainee cameraman. Being technically minded, I soon picked up the hang of things and I was moved from off-peak children’s television to a film crew for a peak time nation-wide news and general entertainment programme.

One of the show’s presenters was the popular Sue Doreley. She usually wore smart women’s business suits consisting of a jacket, a tight skirt with small slits at the sides and a white blouse. She is about 5’8” with a slender body with a low slung full bust and long legs. Her hair is short, light brown and frames her face which is attractive almost elfish with brown eyes, arched eyebrows, a slim nose, a nice mouth and a firm chin. At that time she must have been in her mid-thirties. I found her a very good looking woman.

One of my regular assignments was to go with a small crew of technicians to film on-the-street interviews with members of the public on various topics ranging from politics to the light-hearted. Myself and the rest of the crew would have to follow Sue down the street until she managed to persuade a passer-by to stop and answer some questions. It was during such times that I couldn’t help but notice that she had a very sexy pair of shapely calves shown off to advantage by her high heels. Her calves were elegantly muscled and as she walked, bulged in a manner that I found very stimulating. Often she would wear sheer black nylons which I was certain were stockings by their sheen. I increasingly found it difficult to tear my eyes away from her calves as we followed her up the street.

One hot sunny day, we were to meet Sue in a nearby high street to film an on- the-street survey survey on whether men liked having their bottoms pinched by young women. When Sue turned up, I could hardly believe my eyes. Instead of her usual business like dress she was wearing a very small pair of tight shorts, high heeled black knee length boots and a T-shirt. “Its much cooler in this heat and fits in with the tone of the item don’t you think?” she replied when the director asked about her appearance. I could hardly speak, she had the sexiest pair of legs I had ever seen on a woman. They were shapely and firm and drove me wild with desire. Throughout the day, I had to film Sue from behind as she crept up on men, pinched their bottoms and then asked whether they liked it. Her victim’s reactions were always the same - anger as they spun around to confront their molester and then eyes opening wide as they recognised Sue and then practically drooling as they noticed what she was wearing. The director didn’t need to remind me to keep the camera aimed at their faces to keep the bulges in their trousers out of shot!. They weren’t the only ones who were aroused - I had the sight of Sue’s small firm backside in tight shorts and her legs and boots all day as I filmed her. I wasn’t the only member of the crew walking around with a hard on that day I can tell you!.

The sexual tension was too much for one of the sound crew who sneaked up behind Sue and started caressing her bum. She spun around and gave him a swift kick in his groin. We all winced as we heard the solid thud of the foot of her boot as it drove hard and fast between his legs. The poor man doubled up in agony, his mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish and with tears in his eyes. Then he collapsed to the floor, puked and passed out. She stood over him, legs apart, hands on her hips and she challenged us “anyone else want to try and feel my backside?”. None of us dared risk it! As soon as we could we excused ourselves and went to a public convenience to relieve our collective pent up frustrations.

From then on, Sue was restricted to studio interviews only and wore her usual business-like attire. I gathered that the female producer of the show had given her a good telling off. Despite that, the office was flooded with mail from appreciative male viewers.

That was then, this is now. I have been lucky to get a contract as a cameraman for a political chat show hosted by Sue. Sue recognised me from all those years ago and I was pleased to see that she was as good looking as ever. The shows were serious affairs and I was a bit disappointed when Sue wore trousers with her business suits. After a couple of weeks, Sue started wearing tight skirts for the shows and I was pleased to see that her calves were as sexy as ever, if not more so. It was also a treat when Sue sat down in her seat for the interview and crossed her legs. Her tight skirt would ride up revealing plenty of sexy firm thigh, a sight that aroused my ardour!.