I met Regan about two years ago when I volunteered for a local political candidate that shared my way of thinking. When I walked into the headquarters to offer my expertise, she was talking to another woman.
She was taller than most women and therefore caught the eye easily. Her long raven hair cascaded over her shoulders and her scarlet lips accentuated her bright smile. She spoke softly and everyone, women and men alike, seemed to gather around her.
Anything but bossy, she was helpful in every way. Our candidate appreciated her input as much as any volunteer. Yet she behaved as if what she contributed was no more than anyone else.
Regan smiled more than anyone I have ever known. Nothing seemed to bother her and she was always laughing or at least smiling when she spoke.
She was a beautiful woman who seemed not to know how beautiful. Her curves were perfect and she held herself like a model. Her since of people was astounding; she seemed to know when someone needed help or just a kind word.
I fell in love with her at first sight, but didn't realize that fact for several weeks. A few days after we met a group of us worked really late and around midnight found ourselves hungry and tired. We decided to go to a little all night cafe' for coffee so we wouldn't doze off on our ways home.
The conversations that were shared in the headquarters were all about the campaign, strategies, planning, what colors we should use on our signs. But this late night session was just about five people who were exhausted from a long day.
The conversation shied away from the campaign and into the personal realm. As I listened to Regan's story the love in my heart grew. I began to know the person, not the volunteer.
She was open, honest, and sincere. She loved what she was doing and had no ambitions to go beyond the campaign. "It's just something I always wanted to do. I love politics and this is a good way to help my candidate go all the way!" She explained after another volunteer asked her why she had chosen to join the campaign.
"Well, you sure do seem to know a lot about politics and how to get things done that need to be done. And you are so helpful when it comes to making decisions and showing others what to do," someone pointed out.
"I helped my mother with my younger siblings. I had to be organized because my mother depended on me. I had to be controlled because my bothers and sisters didn't know how to play fair," she explained. "I guess that's why it comes so easy for me. I've been organizing since I was fifteen," she laughed, brushed a piece of hair out of her face and listened as others went on about her.
She didn't seem to understand how much she helped others.
The hour was getting late, or maybe it was getting early. Everyone needed to get a little sleep before we gathered again for another strategy session to win our spot in history.
As walked her to her car, I told her how much it meant to me to work with someone so organized and who knew what had to be done. "Would you share with me some of your ideas tomorrow?" I asked as I held her door for her.
"Sure, Larry, I'd love to. I really enjoyed tonight. It was fun talking to everyone about stuff other than the campaign. It felt like we were all friends. Did it feel like that for you?"
"Yeah, and I think that is what is going to win this campaign for us," I smiled confidently.
Regan slipped into her car and I closed the door as she rolled the window down to say goodnight. Her smile was just as brilliant as it was each morning when she arrived at headquarters.
My heart beat fast and my dick got hard. Once I made it home I jumped into a hot shower and masturbated while thinking of Regan's smile and the smell of her hair. When I came, my seed spewed all down my legs. My knees shook and I fantasized that she was sucking me.
But what I felt was more than mere male lust. It was love. I felt it in the pit of my stomach. I wanted this woman in my life and I wanted her badly.
I cautioned myself not to become obsessed; I didn't want to scare her away. I wanted to be someone she felt she could depend upon, trust and come to when she needed help.
Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself and slipped between the crisp, cool sheets. My prick stiffened once again. I grabbed a towel and masturbated once again. Thoughts of Regan riding my cock quickly spewed seed all over the towel.
I rolled over and soon my breathing calmed and darkness overtook me.
I awoke on Saturday morning with a stiff prick and trace memories of Regan riding me like a bronco rider all night long. I was even still a little tried for fucking her all night.
But of course it was all just dream remnants of my desires to fuck her until she couldn't walk I licked my hand and took care of the hard on that stood tall between my trembling legs. Then I jumped back into the shower and dressed to go to headquarters.
Just as I was walking out the door, I remembered that we had decided to take the weekend off.
"Damn!" I screamed, disappointed that I would have spend just one day, let alone two without seeing Regan. I felt depressed and wanted to climb back into bed so I could dream that she was sucking me and I was licking her smooth, shaved cunt.
The weekend dragged. I pulled out my bike and went for a long ride along the lakefront. It was a beautiful day and there were a lot of people out walking, skating and riding just like me.
There were guys hunting for girls and girls hunting for guys. And I was looking for just one beautiful smile. I thought I say her dark mane lying close to the lake, taking in some rays, but alas the woman was much heavier and not quiet as pretty as Regan.
Around noon, I decided to get a sandwich at my favorite coffee shop. As I walked in I noticed a woman with midnight hair sitting with her back toward me. I swore it was Regan.
I went to the men's room, just to check her out. It wasn't her either. I ordered a sandwich and sat by the window watching the people as they passed. Then I saw her. She had a hand full of dry cleaning and a bag of groceries. I wondered how she could manage so much the remembered that she had helped her mother raise two other children.
I stepped out onto the sidewalk just in front of her and turned as he approached. "Reagan!" I said in a surprised voice. "How are you? Looks like you have your hands full, need an extra one?"
"Hi Matt, good to see you. No, I've got it handled, but thanks for asking," she smiled.
"Oh come-on let me be a gentleman for a change!" I pleaded and put a pout on my face.
"Well, okay, this bag is kind of heavy, would you mind helping me with it? I only live a few blocks down."
"It would be my pleasure," I replied while trying to keep my dick between my legs.
"But it's Saturday and I won't talk about the campaign on Saturdays, or Sundays for that matter," she informed me as she handed me her groceries. "But I will fix you some lunch if you're hungry."
