Miki Garcia was having the best year of her life; she had always kept busy with a variety of social, business, and political activities but now as Miss January 1973 she added a flurry of promotional events and parties that kept her crisscrossing the state and the country. The trip to Washington D.C. was icing on the cake; she combined two events in one trip. On Thursday she would be having dinner at the White House!!! She was the 'date' of a former POW at a tribute banquet, then for the rest of the weekend she would be working the World of Wheels Custom Car show at the DC National Armory with the likes of the cops from Adam 12, the Lunar Rover Vehicle, and a 66 Dodge Tradesman van better known as "the Love Machine."
She'd been touring with the Custom Car show all over the country and these events were fun, but for a political junkie like Miki dinner at the White House was Nirvana. The press was all over the idea of a Playmate at Nixon's dinner table and she'd been interviewed several times explaining that she was "thrilled, delighted, and overwhelmed." Her gown was a problem, "I'll have to get something dignified-- you know-- a long dress that comes high up to the neck." But every paper ran a picture of her in a tiny bikini, like the kind she wore for the car shows.
Well the gown turned out to be a little more revealing than she had planned but what could be expected when you try to pack a voluptuous 38-22-36 hour glass figure into a tight outfit. It was a yellow sweater dress and it did come up to her neck but it was very formfitting and displayed enough of her curves to make the promise of her lush body obvious. Her slender arms were bare except for gold lame gloves that came up past her elbows. She covered her soft shoulders with an antique appliquΓ© shawl
The event at the White House was a royal affair. A huge red and yellow striped tent was set up on the lawn, complete with brass chandeliers. Miki met the president and was introduced as 'Miss Garcia of Sacramento, California;' she and Nixon chatted for a few moments about their mutual home state. She met Bob Hope, Jimmy Stewart, and John Wayne plus dozens of senators, generals, and so many others of the powerful people in Washington. Of course, she was treated like a minor celebrity too when she was interviewed in the State Dining Room as she sipped her Scotch and water.
But best of all, she was seated next to Henry Kissinger, perhaps the most powerful man of all, during dinner. She loved listening to all the talk of politics and war between the speeches and the entertainment, but around dessert time she felt a firm grip on her leg under the table. Her date was not around and Kissinger seemed deeply engrossed in a policy discussion with some congressman across the table. Suddenly the hem of her dress began to glide up her leg. She wore a garter belt to hold up her stockings and the probing fingers that slipped between her thighs were soon brushing her bush and sliding into her pussy. Kissinger's arm was under the table but he was still facing the other way. Yet the hand stroked her insides and found her clit. Miki struggled to hold her composure as she writhed slightly into the pleasures of that hand. She held her face in her palms to try to hide the orgasm taking over her body. The hand slid away and still Kissinger droned on but now his hand was on the table.
After dinner there was dancing; Kissinger turned to Miki and and asked, "May I give you a little tour of the White House Miss Garcia?" Miki stood and took his arm and off they went; he showed her all the historical rooms but soon they were in a more secluded and private part of the mansion. "You are a very attractive woman, Miss Garcia," he said in his thick accent; then without a word Miki felt her body bent down so she had to rest her hands on a desk. Kissinger was behind and lifting her dress. Before she could react there was a sound of a zipper and a cock was pushing into her. But stranger still, as he started to pump into her he picked up the phone and made a call.
"Hello, it's me....yes...I want to reassure you regarding this oil investment; I have confidential information that convinces me the political situation is stabilizing...Excuse me one moment." He tapped Miki's back, "Pardon me my dear," he said when Miki twisted her head to look at him, "Sprechen Sie Deutsch?" The playmate was already having trouble breathing under the drilling she was getting from behind, so all she could do was shake her head in response. Then Kissinger began to speak in German to the person on the phone. As he got more excited, whether it was from the fine embrace of Miki's sweet sex or from the political deal he was making, he began to pound into her more aggressively, slapping his groin against her plump rear. As he shot into her he continued on the phone, "Ja...ja....JA!" He shouted finally as the last of his orgasm went in her. He hung up the phone and pulled himself out of her and zipped himself up, escorting her back to the party as if nothing had happened.
The funny thing was, his technique was nothing special, but somehow being that close to power made Miki tingle all over; even as they walked down the halls of the White House she could feel her breasts swelling and her nipples poking out under the sweater. Her thighs brushed together and sent little sparks of bliss up to her brain. The wolfish glances of the men they passed made her squirm with delight. She met up with her date and they danced until 2AM and Miki spent a restless night thinking about what had happened.
She was up early the next day and busy at the DC National Armory;she'd done a number of these car shows already and had a simple routine. She would be introduced by the emcee and she would make a few comments to the crowd and flirt a bit; then she'd spend the next few hours at a booth meeting fans and signing centerfolds. She liked to go around to the various exhibits and learn about the cars so she would have banter for the endless conversations she'd be having all evening.
When she came to the Love Machine she as truly amused. It was a 66 Dodge van but the interior was redone using a high school boy's imagination of what a van outfitted for sex would be like. It featured an orange shag rug and a rotating bed; the interior walls and ceiling were covered with dozens of mirrors and the sound system purred with seductive music! Miki stood next to it gaping, not sure whether to laugh or swoon; it looked ridiculous, but the devilish side of her imagined how much fun it would be to ride that rotating bed while a nice hard cock massaged her pussy. She was dressed in red hot pants and a yellow bikini top with red pokadots and she looked like a perfect accessory for the Love Machine. Suddenly a mechanic laying on a trolley rolled out from under the van; he had shot out from under the chassis and slid right between her legs, giving himself a view of her fine chassis.
The mechanic looked up and saw those shapely legs and the curves of her wide hips. He eyed her flat belly and had an amazing view of her two huge creamy mounds. He could see her lovely eyes peering down at him over her breasts.
"I think I'm in love," he said sincerely.
"Well, if you're not sure, I can't help you."
"Oh, I know I'm in love.'
"Then I guess we have to make love."
"When?"
"Darn, I have to work now, but I'll be back. Save the Love Machine for me after the show." Miki squatted down and kissed him. Their faces were upside down to each other and the feel of his tongue was strange but delicious in her mouth. When the kiss broke she put a finger to his lips, "Until later." she said huskily and he watched that succulent ass wriggle away.
Miki felt great now; she would have the adoration of the crowd all evening then around 11PM tonight she'd enjoy the Love Machine. The hours ticked by and she must have signed thousands of autographs before she finally got a break. She strolled around behind the curtains of the booth and found the mechanic standing near the Love Machine. He was actually a short, stocky man, not much taller than she was, but his arms seemed powerful and he had a determined look in his eye.
He smiled as she came up to him and nuzzled her face on his shoulder; resting her head there she put a hand on his hair and pressed her mouth against his.
"So are you still in love?" she asked coyly.
"I can't wait to show you." He kissed her again and she whimpered in surrender as she felt his hand cover the front of her swelling breasts. She could never resist having her nipples touched and the sensation now sent chills up her spine.
"I wish we could make love right now," she murmured.
"Why not?" he chuckled. "Wait here."
He went around to the front of the booth and put up a sign, 'Exhibit closed, back in an hour.' The Love Machine stood in the middle of a roped off booth with its panel doors open wide so people could peer inside. He closed these doors and opened the door facing the back curtain. Reaching through an opening in the drapes he found Miki's hand and pulled her up into the vehicle, closing the door behind them.