A warm breeze blew over the tarmac as I waited for the plane to taxi into position. It had been six months since the coup had sent the last president into early retirement in Switzerland and I still didn't feel entirely comfortable in my new role. Unfortunately, our nation was in desperate need of foreign aid, and the Americans had terminated their transfers now that I had been put in charge. As much as I wasn't looking forward to it, my advisors had insisted that I travel to Moscow to see if the Soviets would be able to provide some much needed infrastructure aid to repair the damage done to our nation while under military rule. As the DC-6 taxied to a halt, the one part of my life that I still enjoyed unabashedly began to walk onto the tarmac.
Nicoletta was a vision, as usual. The skirt of her navy pinstripe suit clung to her hips and ended just above her knee. Her jacket struggled to remain buttoned over an ivory silk blouse. She held a hand to her wide brimmed hat to keep it from flying away in the breeze. As she came closer, I could hear her navy heels clicking on the pavement. My heart pounded in my chest as I thought of all of the nights we had spent together, enjoying and exploring the presidential palace and each other. She smiled as she walked up to me, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me over her dark sunglasses.
"I still don't think I'm getting the hang of being First Lady." She took a deep breath as she looked up at the plane, causing my eyes to be drawn instantly to her full breasts pushing against the jacket of her suit. The buttons on her blouse gapped slightly, showing the slightest hint of the black bra that she wore underneath. Thankfully, the slight groan of lust that escaped my lips was drowned out by the engines of the airliner. I turned to stand next to her as the stairway was wheeled up and I let my hand playfully slip down her back and come to rest on her firm little ass. She jumped slightly at my touch and turned to me with an admonishing look in her eyes.
"That's not how the President should be acting."
"And tell me Nicoletta. Just what will our attendants, assistants, and staffers do if they disapprove? Besides, at least I don't have an endless stream of dimwitted prostitutes parading through the palace. Only you my love. And you're almost more woman than I can handle." I slapped her ass lightly and put my hand in my pocket. "Almost."
Nicoletta started up the stairway and I followed close behind, trying desperately not to let my staff see me ogling her ass like a lovesick schoolboy. I hoped that we could have some private time during the flight, but I somehow had a feeling that we would not be left alone the entire time. We entered the plane and I was a bit annoyed with myself that I hadn't gotten onto the presidential plane before now. Our former president had foolishly purchased it with his own money, so we felt no compunction with continuing to use it. He had it custom outfitted with a dining and conference area taking up the majority of the space inside. We took our seats and were handed a copy of the flight plan which would take us to Luanda in Angola for refueling, another quick stop in Bucharest, and then on to Moscow.
Just before takeoff, Nicoletta handed me a note that I quickly unfolded and read silently. "Think you're the only one who can be a tease?" was all it said. She looked at me over her sunglasses and licked her lips slowly as she smiled the seductive smile she used only when she intended to make me ache for her and not give in until she was ready to finish playing. I silently prayed for a tailwind to get us across the Atlantic faster.
Soon after takeoff my chief of staff handed me a briefing book which I looked over casually. I wasn't sure why he had prepared so much for me to look over. The mere fact that we were no longer in the pocket of the Americans would be enough to guarantee at least enough infrastructure aid to get our people back on their collective feet. So while I made it look like I was reading the book, I instead focused my attention on Nicoletta.
She quickly noticed that I wasn't paying attention to the briefing and proceeded to take advantage of it. She turned her head displaying her soft and supple neck and casually raised a hand up to fix a stray hair. As she lowered her hand, she casually unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and undid her jacket. And as soon as she did, she casually let her glasses fall from her face and drop on the floor right in front of me. Smiling at me the whole time, my chief of staff completely unaware, she leaned over at the waist to pick them up, her breasts looking like they would spill out of her blouse as she looked at me. My cock began to swell as I looked at her. I longed to leap forward and passionately embrace her, but we both knew that it was impossible to do that right now. So she straightened up and slipped her jacket off and put it onto the back of one of the conference chairs. She then turned and shifted her hips just slightly so that her skirt rode up her thigh by the barest of margins, just enough to let me see the top of her stocking. She then returned to her seat and settled in to take a nap.
It took a while for my pulse to return to normal, but I had managed to regain my composure just as the flight attendant was preparing to serve dinner. My staff was experiencing a rather bad bout of air sickness at the time, so only Nicoletta and I sat down to eat. She seated herself directly across from me and smiled that same seductive smile. Apparently the games would continue all the way to Angola.
