Kathy Ireland Sex Story: Kathy’s Audition (Part One)
The room was fidgety, waiting for Kathy to arrive. We
all knew exactly who she was, she’d just gotten her
first pictures in Sports Illustrated. Boy, was she
starting to turn some heads at that company, wearing
those tiny little bikinis and getting the
photographers and the crew, which were mostly male,
all hot and bothered during the shoots.
I heard the sound of a car engine pull up, and looked
out the window. It was a red Ferrari, and I could see
the long brown hair blowing in the wind through the
open window as she drove up. My producer buddies got
out
of their seats and came over to the window to get
a look as she pulled up, driving into the parking
spot. Kathy switched off the engine and opened the
door, stepping first one and then two of the longest,
sexiest, golden-tanned legs I’d ever seen.
Kathy loved wearing the hot little outfits she wore in
the magazine, loved seeing the effect she had on men,
and today was no exception. As she walked toward the
door, we all got a look at the hot body underneath her
tight little white cotton shirt, stretched against her
taut stomach down into her painted-on mini-skirt. The
mini-skirt just barely covered her sexy little ass,
and a little cheek showed as she sashayed her way up
to the door.
“Hi there!” Kathy said in her high-pitched voice as
she walked in the room, and you could practically feel
every man’s eyes all over her body as she walked in.
“Are all of you guys waiting for me?” Boy, were we
ever! I thought. And glad we had.
“Well, you were worth the wait, Kathy,” I replied, and
she smiled a sexy little smile in return.
“You’re so sweet,” she said, still smiling, “I can’t
wait to hear more about the idea you guys have in mind
for me.”
“Well, then, come on over here and we can all sit down
and talk about it – right over here,” I said, leading
Kathy to her chair, and admiring the unbelievably hot
little rear end she had, as her tight little
mini-skirt clung to her behind. I thought about what
Kathy must have been like in high school on her male
teachers – when we did this interview, I was about
35, and Kathy couldn’t have been more than 23 years
old at the time. God, she was sexy! Her body must have
been so hot to look at back when she was a teenager,
no doubt developing early, driving all the men wild at
her school – from classmates to teachers and probably
even her principal! I’m sure they all fantasized about
her, and they definitely would after seeing her
pictures in SI.
Kathy sat down, and crossed her legs in a sexy way.
Her legs were so nice – bare all the way up to the
mini-skirt, tanned nicely, and toned to a perfect
firmness. She wore sexy little high-heeled shoes,
which she twirled about as she sat in the chair. Her
tight shirt barely held in her soft, plump breasts,
which were about to poke through the thin material of
the shirt. Her nipples seemed hard through the shirt,
and the sight of them started to get me a little hard
too…
“So,” Kathy said, her beautiful eyes glazing as she
looked at me, “where do we start?”
Hmmm, I have a few ideas! I thought to myself, but
then I got down to business.
“We’ve got an idea in mind for you for a movie – it
would be really great for you, we all think.” The
roomful of producer buddies of mine grunted in
agreement. “The character we have in mind for you is a
bit of a stretch for you, considering your image right
now, but we think it would be a good departure for
you, a fresh change.
“The only catch is that we think it has some scenes
you’d need to think about doing, or at least we guess
you’ll want to think about them.”
“Hmmm… what kind of ‘scenes’ do you have in mind,”
Kathy asked with a lusty little tone, and her eyebrow
went up as she said it.
I went on. “Well, the character is a down-on-her-luck
exotic dancer, and there’d be a few scenes where we’d
like you to do some dancing in the movie.” Kathy’s
eyes went down and up, and she smiled a knowing little
smile.
“Wow,” Kathy said, “that sounds really… HOT,
actually.” I couldn’t believe my ears – Kathy seemed
interested in the part, interested in getting into
outfits I’d lusted to see her in for weeks since I
came up with idea for her to be in the movie. And she
was actually considering it! If I was hard before, I
was a rock now.
“You know what,” Kathy said, even more shocking, “if
you want, I can audition for the dancer part right
now, you know.”
Every mouth in the room fell to the floor. The dozen
or so producer colleagues of mine, all men, who were
sitting on the couches around my office, all had their
mouths open at this point, not believing what they
were hearing.
“Well, sure, if you’d like, we can get the script
and…” Kathy stopped me.
“No, just the audition for the dancing part – how
about that?” Kathy said. You could have heard a pin
drop. “Have any CDs and a stereo? Ooooh – I see one
there. Hey, do you have that Prince song, ‘Cream’? I
LOVE dancing to that – put that on!”
Needless to say, her word was my command! No sooner
had I put the CD in than Kathy was up and out of her
chair, writhing to the beginning of the song.
“This is it… it’s time for you to go to the wire
You will hit… because you’ve got the burning desire”
Did we ever have the burning desire… Kathy danced,
reaching down and caressing her body as she moved. She
rubbed her hands across her stomach and down around
her hips, swaying and rocking to the beat, looking at
each man in the room as she danced. She reached both
hands around to the back of her mini-skirt, which she
unzipped and let fall to the floor, reaching her arms
up into the air as she let it fall. Then she stepped
out of it with one leg, and with the other she pulled
it up and flipped it into the lap of my producer buddy
Fred, who was sitting there with his mouth open and a
raging hard-on for Kathy.
“Nice catch, sweetie!” Kathy said, winking at Fred as
he gazed in wonder at the tiny little piece of
clothing that moments before had been snug against
Kathy’s hot little body.
“It’s your time… time for you to go on and blow it
You’re so fine… you’re filthy cute and baby you know
it”
Kathy’s magnificent ass was now in full view as she
danced, hidden only by the tiny little cotton thong
underwear she wore, and which did little to cover her
hot, sexy little asscheeks. They were so tight and
firm and fine, you could have bounced a quarter off
them. No wonder the bigwigs at Sports Illustrated
wanted a crack at her – one look at that fine little
ass and any man was a goner.
Kathy danced in her little pair of underwear, swaying
her hips back and forth in a sexy, seductive motion,
and you could hear her purring with satisfaction at
the hard-ons she was working us all into. Her eyes
closed as she danced, and a sultry little smile crept
across her lips, letting us know she was enjoying it
too. Her little white t-shirt still clung tightly to
her body, and you could tell all she wanted to do was
get out of it. She tugged on the edge of it, pulling
it back and forth higher across her stomach, teasing
us with a view of her magnificent breasts, which were
still cupped in the bikini top we could all see
through the t-shirt.
My friend Fred was still blown away by having Kathy’s
mini-skirt so close to his… well, so close. Kathy
could see how hot he was, and decided to have a little
more fun with him. Still dancing to the beat, she went
over and kneeled down in front of him, sitting on the
couch. She reached and took the skirt from his hand
and tossed it behind her, shooting him a sexy look
right into his eyes as she did. Reaching up, she
brushed one hand across his cheek, then slid a finger
in his mouth, playing and caressing his face as she
did, letting him suck on the end of her finger. She
let her hand slowly slide downward across his chest
and his stomach, getting him hotter than he could
imagine. Like a reflex, Fred jumped up slightly,
unable to believe this was Kathy Ireland kneeling in
front of him.
The rest of us watched in amazement, as Kathy’s hot,
sexy little ass stuck out while she kneeled in front
of Fred, and she gave us all a show by grinding it
back and forth as she moved and rubbed Fred. Every
once in a while, she’d look back at us all and give us
a wink, letting us know she wanted a little bit of all
of us, right here, right now.
“Oh, Cream… get on top…cream…you will stop
Get your boogie and bop!”
The music kept going, and so did Kathy, and she was
ready to turn up the heat.
“So,” she said to Fred, pulling his hand up to her
mouth and sticking one finger in, lightly sucking as
she asked, “you married?”
“Um…yeah,” Fred mumbled.
“Awww, that’s too bad,” Kathy said, smiling. “’Cause
I’m in the mood for some FUN!” Every man in the room
let out a moan – “OOOOAH!” – not believing that he
could tell this hot 23-year-old little goddess of sex
– who, from the looks of her body, probably would have
fucked him so hard it would have blown his mind – that
he was married!
“Well then,” Kathy sighed with a sexy look on her
face, “at least help me out of my shirt!”
Fred, mumbling “oh, man!” or something like that,
helped Kathy peel her t-shirt off her hot little
stomach and chest, finally revealing in full the body
we’d all been dying to see. Kathy danced to the middle
of the room in front of all of us, putting her hands
on her hips as she twirled her behind at me. She
turned around, raised an eyebrow at me, then put up
one hand in the air and gave me the “come here” sign
with her finger.