Love of Politics

Chapter 04 -- 1992 The Clinton Years Begin – Another Campaign

Well, the golf tournament was a great fund-raising success. In the end we shared it with the national campaign, so that made the ticket prices higher and the turnout was huge, but I was in my true element. I mean to say that it was exciting to be manager of a small campaign right alongside the presidential campaign.

Mark, in his second campaign for Stare Representative was impressing a lot of people. I was running Mark's campaign for the third time in six years. He would run again for the House of Representatives and then in two years be ready to run for State Senator.

This success led to the big event, the presidential candidates visit to the state. As a shining state candidate, Mark was invited to all the events surrounding the big event and I became involved in coordinating with the national campaign as well as providing help to that campaign as much as possible.

Five of the presidential candidates visited Michigan and I even got to meet them. Bill Clinton was there and I found him charming with an animal magnetism that simply lights up a room. It's easy to see how so many women have fallen under his spell. He holds your hand just a moment too long and looks into your eyes just a little too sincerely. I found a tingle coursing through me in spite of myself.

I found Paul Tsongas to be very interesting, though his pattern of speech is slightly distracting. Jerry Brown, from California had that deep California tan and a big smile but he has a certain 'wild-man' air to him that I found a bit off-putting. Doug Wilder from Virginia was very magnetic and made a strong impression on me. Tom Harkin, and Bob Kerrey were also there.

At one of the receptions, Bill Clinton took Mark and I by the arms and led us off to talk for a few minutes and It was really fun. I had my picture taken between Mark and the Governor, with their arms around me. I'm sure I was wrong, but it seemed almost as if his fingers found my bra line and traced it under my arm. The thought made my smile even bigger, but it must have just been accidental. Forgive me if I admit that my panties were moist when I headed for home.

The sexual tension at the political events is monstrous during a presidential campaign, and for a political junkie like me, it is almost too much to bear without bursting.

David, my house republican, was not thrilled.

High School Fantasies – Updated

Maybe I shouldn't have had the photo of me with Bill and Mark enlarged. Maybe I shouldn't have put it on my dresser in our bedroom.

David would stare moodily at that picture of me smiling out from between those two hunk-politicians and say; "That lying son-of-a-bitch will just say any goddam thing to get elected!" That was the kindest opinion he would express. And so, my protests to the contrary fell on deaf ears, I'm afraid.

Luckily, he had no such bad feelings about Mark; in fact the two of them seemed to like each other, though they rarely met. It wasn't that I kept them apart, just that I didn't encourage it to happen, and neither did Mark.

"What does Mark see in that mush-mouthed Mississippi redneck son-of-a-bitch?"

"Arkansas," I corrected.

"What?"

"He's from Arkansas, not Mississippi. Hope, Arkansas. The MAN from HOPE," I teased.

"Oh, shut up!" he grinned. "And I suppose he gets your sexual motor running, does he? Like those old time boyfriends, what was his name? Bobby Joe?"

"Just Bobby." I giggled.

There was no turning back from that one. He was now set to have sex over another fantasy tale of my high school boyfriend and Captain of the football team. As I've said before in this tale, there weren't any tales to tell that were terribly sexy, and so I had finally made one up because it made David so wild with excitement.

I had begun taking off my dress when David scooped up my breasts and pressed against me from behind. He closed the closet door so we were standing in complete darkness. His lips crept along my neck and one hand slipped down inside my pantyhose fondled my pussy through a pair of lacy lavender panties.

Into the closet

He closed the closet door so we were standing in complete darkness. His lips crept along my neck and one hand slipped down inside my pantyhose fondled my pussy through a lacy pair of lavender panties.

"Mmmmm," I said quietly, enjoying the floating feeling that complete darkness brings as long as you are in safe hands. "What are you trying to do to me? Keep me in the dark?"

"Are those politicians getting into your panties like Bobby did?" he whispered in my ear.

'Oh, stop. You know that's just in your mind. Your goofy fantasy-crazed mind!" I giggled. "Why aren't you satisfied getting into the panties of your almost 32-year old sexy wife?"

"Muagghhhhhh!" he groaned his menacing lion's roar close to my ear. "You know he got into these panties, darling. Why do you want to keep it secret? And I know how hot he made you. I just want to share all that wild teenage passion of yours. Was his cock bigger than mine?"

"David!"

"Was it? Did you let him shove that big thing in MY pussy?"

His hand slipped under my dress and inside my panties. He ran his fingers through the hair of my mound before slipping a finger to the top of my slit. He reached further under the panty and found that I was already moist .

"Honey, ..... you're wet, thinking about it. Have you been thinking of big politician cock? It feels like you are juicing up getting ready for him to slide it in!"

I reached behind and clasped his cock through his shorts, then took it out of his shorts and held it firmly against the cheek of my bottom.

"Can I have this big cock, darling?"

"Mmmm maybe. I want to be second tonight. Once with Bill Clinton and then I'll take sloppy seconds."

"Don't talk that way! You know I hate that expression."

"Yes, but you can imagine it?" He was squeezing my breasts, both of them with one hand, bringing my nipples up.

"Ah, yes. Twice, maybe three times even." I said, joining his game with a threat.

"Mmmmm, you're lovely. How about a fantasy night about it" he whispered in my ear. "I'll make it worth your while, darling," he laughed.

"Ohhhh. Well, I have to admit it.. .. .. maybe it was possible. They all have an animal magnetism. Hard to resist!" I teased him with the comment and pressed my bottom against his rising erection, feeling it warm and firm in my crease. My dress slipped easily between us with a silken sensuousness.

"Hmmmm, interesting. You mean someone made a pass at you tonight?"

"I did not say that. You said fantasy," I giggled.

"Tell me more."

"Well, .. ... .... I was alone with one of the candidates"

"Which one?"

"I'm not telling, ... ..... I wouldn't tell that." I giggled and enjoyed his hands on my breasts. David rubbed sexily against my bottom while two hands cupped my breasts. His hands soothed them, lifting them and sliding the silk dress over the satin and lace of my bra. My nipples leaped into his hands, rubbed by the lace of my bra cups and crisped by his pinching thumb and fingers. I moaned and rubbed against him like a large cat presses its back against your leg.

"It does excite you, though, doesn't it? I mean all the political meetings and the hoopla? I can always tell when .. .. .. " he squeezed my breasts firmly, lifting them and cupping them in his big hands, ".. .. when you come home from an event." David sucked my earlobe into his mouth and I felt it wet and warm sending another shiver down my body.

"Mmmmm, .. .. yes, dear, it does. I love it!." I reached behind me to squeeze his cock through his pants and we leaned close together in the pitch dark of the closet, away from the world.

He lifted my dress in the back and rubbed my hand and his cock against a very silky white half-slip that had been necessary because of the thin dress I was wearing. He felt good against me. I clasped his cock in my hand and held him against the crease between my buttocks. I humped slightly against him, letting the pleasure of all the sensuous textures and feelings seep through our bodies.

"Yes, I DO love it." I repeated, and felt his hands sooth along under my breasts. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and let him nuzzle me.

"Did you let him?" he asked, his excitement becoming obvious in his voice and in the jutting cock in my hand.

I neither denied nor confirmed, as the politicians say.

"We met him early on, and Mark insisted that we have our picture taken with him. His arm slipped around my back and I felt him feel his way along my bra strap until his hand was just touching the side of my breast."

I felt David's hands tighten on my breasts. His hands worked my breasts through my bra, and it felt lovely.

"I didn't think it was really happening, so I ignored it. He was so very charming, like looking at the sun. You are afraid to look too long but can't look away when he is in the room, especially when he turns those blue eyes on you and is talking directly to you."

"Politician!" David grumbled.

"Yes. It is exciting to be around."

"I know, you always come home moist and ready for sex!" he said.

"Stop! I do not!"

"You do!" he said, blowing in my ear.

"Don't be silly." My protest was weak because I knew that what he said was true.

"Any way, I admit that my heart was racing a little being with both him and Mark. They are both terribly charming."

"And sexy?" he asked.

"And sexy. Yes, both sexy men. Sure you want me to go on?"

"Yes. I love it. You're sexy too, you know?"

"Well, Mark and I went on about other business until about a half hour later, when he returned, looking anxiously around the room.

"Can we help?" Mark asked.

Tales of The Campaign Trail

"Mmmmm, tell me more."

"Can't find, .. .. anyone, ... everyone busy, ...." he smiled. Then his big blue eyes turned on me and I felt myself melt all over again. "I have a phone call coming in, need someone to take some notes, .. .. could you, ... could you possibly help me?"

"So I found myself following him to the elevator and up to the concierge floor. He hurried down the hall past security people and pushed his card in the door of one of the executive suites.

"Come on, David, let's go into your office. It will make it more realistic. Just like the room he took me to." I whispered.

When we were in David's little home office with the door closed," I continued the fantasy.

"The big door banged shut behind us. He handed me a legal pad and I found a pen in my purse and followed him to a desk with a phone.

"Why don't you come around here where we can both hear?" His smile was soft and boyish. It made you want to mother him it was so warm. He sat in the big desk chair and I pulled my chair close to the speakerphone on the back table.

"When the call came through, I could hear two or three people talking and then the primary one begin a summary of what was happening in Ohio. I was excited to be in on the discussion of his strategy. Also loved being in on the argument with the Ohio people. He has a temper when he doesn't get his way and he banged on the table at one point and we couldn't hear what they were saying."

"I pulled my chair closer and we were leaning toward the phone. We were very close. I could smell his cologne. He pulled his tie down and opened the top button of his shirt. He noticed my looking at the button, I swear, and he unbuttoned another one and grinned at me. I couldn't help smiling and looking at the dark hair tinged with gray of his chest. He sat with legs wide spread and scratched his inner thigh absentmindedly as he talked."

"Did it make your nipples hard, darling?" David was emulating the scene I described, leaning back in his chair as I drew up between his widespread legs and positioning his dick along his leg under his pants.

"I don't remember, but probably." I laughed and jabbed his leg. "Anyway, I dropped my pen and we both leaned to get it and bumped knees. I slipped and then caught myself by grasping his knee.

"Sorry!" he said.

"He touched my knee with two fingers as if helping me back into my chair. Then as if he liked the feel of the nylon, .. .. he left them there for .. .. I don't know, .. .. for a time, .. I went back to taking notes.

"Were you getting moist, Beth?"

I remember that I liked it, liked the feel of his fingers rubbing my nylon. He just massaged my knee as if absentmindedly. We both ignored it. I continued taking notes as he asked questions and the conversation continued. It occurred to me that I should not have come to this room alone with him, but it was too late to back out now."

" He looked into my eyes and smiled, and again, .. .. .. it was incredible. His eyes are so very blue. You just want to do whatever he wants. No wonder he's a politician. I had never felt so completely in anyone's control."

"The conversation continued, and I felt us becoming more and more, .. i don't know, .. ... more intimate, like the two of us were in a little capsule. He was fondling my knee now, and I was ignoring it as best I could."

"He rocked back in the chair, letting go of my knee. But his eyes replaced his hand. I glanced up from the notepad to see that he was staring between my legs with the sweetest little smile on his face. I pushed my skirt down an inch or so, but it had a mind of its own and returned to midthigh. His eyes looked almost pleading. While I continued jotting notes, my knees parted a little more, it was like I had no control over it. I had seen his eyes pleading for something more, and I parted my legs letting him see a little more of my thighs under the short skirt."

"I thought that was not a good idea and crossed my legs and put the notepad on my lap. Again I glanced up to find his eyes on the exposed underside of the thigh of the leg crossed over. I realized this wasn't a lot better, since crossing my legs exposed a long expanse of thigh almost to my panties. In fact, he may have been able to see the side of my panties!"

"He caught me staring at him and grinned that sheepish boyish grin. Caught looking, but unrepentant and completely unapologetic"

"'I couldn't help myself,' he said in a disarming manner. I grinned back and we were like two conspirators, honestly! Here was this guy steeling looks up my skirt and making me feel like a conspirator! I relaxed and put my feet back on the floor facing toward him."

"'If the man wants to look, let him look,' I decided. I let my legs open a little wider, knowing that he could probably see my panties if he really tryied."

"Incredibly, he leaned forward while still talking over the phone and put one hand on each of my knees and slowly pressed them further apart and let his hands drift up the outside of my thighs."

"'Well, dammit! We have to bring in the black vote, or it's all over!'" he said loudly, his hands curving around my thighs. 'Now what are we going to do about it?'"

"He looked back into my eyes and mouthed the word: 'Beautiful!' and then squeezed my thighs in his big hands.

"I shook my finger at him, but couldn't resist smiling. His hands felt so soft and warm through my nylons! I knew he was making me wet, David. I mean really excited! And yet, I didn't pull away either. Do you forgive me?"

"Yes, I forgive you." David said quietly and I realized that he was holding my thighs just as "he" had toyed with them. And David's eyes were searching between my thighs in the same way as well.

"And then what happened?" David wanted to know, his voice breathless with excitement.

"Well the phone call finally ended. Trying to keep up with the note taking, follow the conversations back and forth and keep track of my skirt at the same time exhausted me. He seemed able to do all of it at once, sliding his hand under my skirt at the same time he tore into the people on the other end of the phone. Fondle my leg and make my panties wet with one hand and pound on the table with the other."

Davd's erection was long and hard down the leg of his pants and I reached to give him a long lingering caress all along its length.

"You like this, darling?"

"Oh, god yes, Beth, god yes!" he said. "Then what? Did you touch his cock like this, baby?"

"Well I said I would get someone to type the notes if he liked and stood up to go. 'That'd be great!' he said. 'But, .. .. no hurry! Why don't you stay just a bit, let us get acquainted? Let's set a spell!'

His soft drawl was invitation and seduction all rolled into one. I couldn't just walk out, could I?"

David shook his head.

"'I really want to thank you for this Beth. You were great!' His hands took mine, and so help me I thought of that old theory about the length of a man's index finger being an indicator of how big his cock is! I know my face turned red as I felt that finger point along my wrist. We stood there a moment looking into each others eyes and making small talk. But suddenly his arms were around me and his tongue slipped along my lips, and I was lost. His tongue slipped between my lips and I explored its roughness with my own tongue. I could feel his cock against my tummy and felt his hand slip down to my bottom."

"It felt so .. .. so big, David. Jutting out against me. I felt naked. I knew that big knob was feeling the softness of my tummy and exploring my pubic mound. My nipples were hard and pressed tight to his chest."

"I looked into the mirror behind him and saw my wide-eyed expression as his hand pulled my skirt up in the back and he caressed me through panties and pantyhose and pressed me tight against that big hard cock. Then I noticed that my arm was around his neck as if he was the only lifesaver in town and I was drowning. My god it felt good against me!"

David was following my script perfectly. His cock was against me, and I felt him fondling me with it, rubbing it across my tummy and mound, feeling my satin and nylon covered body. It was sending shivers to the roots of the hair of my mound. His hands clutched my bottom; sending added shivers through my body. His hand slipped inside the band of my pantyhose and caressed my crease through the satin panties.

"I don't think we need any more fantasy." I giggled.

"No, go on, go on!" he urged.

"But David, I want you! "

"Soon, soon! Go on." he murmured.

"He asked a question. 'Will you stay a few minutes? I could sure use some company. Especially such a beautiful and charming young lady. I'm so damned tired of being surrounded by crowds and having to be onstage, I could really use a few minutes alone with a real person.'"

"I can imagine it's a strain." I said.

"Something about his body action accompanied the kiss he continued. It wasn't that he pushed me down, it was just a hint. His tongue searched the inside of my mouth and I felt myself drawn downward. I don't know what it was but our bodies moving together suggested it."

"And so I slipped down like this." I slipped slowly down his body, my skirt hiking up as I did it. I knelt before him, my skirt and slip now around my hips and the lavender panties showing beneath sheer-to-the waist pantyhose.

"The jutting tent of his cock was at eye level as I reached for his zipper with one hand and his lovely cock with the other. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor and stood before me in plaid boxer shorts, his cock poking out of the front. The head was bright red and looked wonderfully eager. There was a dark, inch long mole on the left side about midway along his shaft. I slipped my hand around it and teased the mole with my thumb."

"And then I just took him into my mouth like this." I pulled David's cock into my mouth and held the head of it as I moved my head from side to side, just letting it float in my mouth. I loved the way it felt, bumping the walls of my mouth and filling my tongue with strange and magical tastes.