She was staring at me from across the room. Racking my brain, I was trying to remember if I even knew her. I didn’t think so. She was someone I’d definitely have remembered. Tall, she had to have been at least 5’8”, slim body except for her breasts which were probably a D cup, maybe even DD. I felt myself getting nervous, and for some reason, excited, as her chocolate brown eyes watched me. Periodically, our eyes would meet and she’d smile, her deep red lips forming a seductive curve. I didn’t think I knew her but maybe we’d met briefly at another party. It’s so hard to remember everyone you meet at these political fundraisers. This was the sixth one I’d been to in two weeks. I was exhausted.
As my husband began his speech, I sat on the front dais and watched the crowd. The numb smile on my face showed I was content, even happy, to be there. Inside, I was bored, anxious for a change of pace. When I’d married, I hadn’t planned on being a political wife. When my husband decided to run for city council, it had started easily enough. I went to a few meetings, had a few dinners, simple. Then, he caught the eye of the party and now we were attending state dinners, campaigning across the state and looking at a move to Washington. Nope, not what I had planned.
As my husband talked about the need for more money for defense I thought the least he could have done was pick to be a Democrat. A Republican? How did that happen? I wasn’t even registered as a Democrat. As the thought ticked across my mind yet again that I probably wouldn’t even vote for my husband, my eyes moved across the room and found her again. She was watching me. She smiled at me like she knew what I was thinking. I felt myself getting warm, even flushed. I tried to keep looking over her to the next table but my eyes wouldn’t move. She was incredible. I don’t remember ever feeling that way about a woman. But I’d never seen one like her. As she watched me, she reached up and slowly pushed her long blonde hair back over her right ear. The way she did it, her fingers moving across her cheek, made me nearly breathless. I felt a shot of wetness between my legs.
The speech was coming to an end. I looked at my husband, smiled and stood when the speech ended and the room erupted in applause. Like sheep led to the slaughter, the room was following him. Now, we would break into polite conversation again, milling around, hoping for more donations. He whispered in my ear that now was the time to garner more of the women's vote. That was evidently my job. I moved into the crowd feeling more dishonest by the minute. I wanted to yell, “Don’t vote for my husband! He’s an idiot! Vote for the other guy!” But instead, I smoothed my hands down my white linen suit and moved into the crowd.
After four changes in small groups, I realized that instinctively, I was moving towards her. And by the look she was giving me, she knew it. As I moved closer, I felt my breathing get more rapid. I don’t know why I was having this reaction to her. My body tingled, the core between my legs gushed. I’d never felt this aroused and I didn’t really know why I did now. As I approached her, she turned towards me, ending the conversation with the man standing next to her. He left and wandered off to another group. I was alone with her. Suddenly, I was nervous. I stammered a hello and held out my hand to shake hers. When she took my hand in hers, she held on, stroking my palm. I felt electric shocks run through my body.
She smiled. Leaning forward slightly, she licked her lips and said very low, “I’ve been watching you. Are you as sweet under that conservative suit as you look?”
I didn’t know what to say. I just stared at her.
“Does the little politician’s wife wear sexy lingerie under her linen suit or white cotton? Probably something sheer and naughty. Do you like naughty?”
My body was on fire. My pussy was wet and gushing. My heart was pounding. I’d never had anybody talk to me this way and I was mortified that I was aroused and turned on by it.
“I like naughty and I bet you do too. I’d love to stand behind your conservative little ass, push your white linen skirt up, rip your sexy little panties off and lick your wet pussy. You are wet aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes.”
She was right. I was soaking wet. Just listening to her, I could see it, almost feel it. I wanted to explode right there. My husband used to talk dirty to me, before he had found politics. Now it was simple, old fashioned sex. I didn’t want simple and old fashioned. I wanted excitement, thrills and I wanted her. That thought thumped through me, pounding in my head with every heartbeat in my chest.
“You like that don’t you? You like that I want you, that I want to taste you. I want to do more than taste you. I want to plunge my fingers inside your wet pussy and thrust over and over again, fucking you. Do you want that? Do you want me to make your cum in your nice white linen suit?”
I couldn’t speak. All I could do was take a deep breath and lick my lips. My palms were sweating, my breathing getting faster and faster. Slowly, she released my hand and snaked her arm through mine. It was very innocent. Like two old friends meeting again for the first time in ages. I looked around me and saw my husband talking to two elderly men. He saw me, saw the woman, and smiled. He went back to his conversation as she led me slowly through the doorway and into the hall. We were at a hotel, in a large banquet room. She led me down the hall, not saying a word, just stroking my arm through hers. Opening a door at the end of the hall, she led me through it. We were in another room, a small conference room. She locked the door and let me go.
I wandered inside, taking two steps and then stopped. I was hot. I was excited. My whole body cried out for her but I didn’t know what to do. Coming up next to me, she stroked my cheek with her finger.
