ONE
He was alone in the service elevator as it made its way to the top floor, his portable massage table piled high with towels. He had already passed through two security checks points but was not suprised to find additional secret service personnel in the hallway when the doors opened. He patiently waited for his security credentials to be checked, having been through this numerous times previously when the candidate's wife was in town.
At age 26, he stood 6'2" and was solidly built at 220 pounds and could have been seen as an imposing figure if not for the fact he was pushing a massage table and dressed in a track suit with his business name printed on the back. Very skilled at his trade, his growing list of clients included numerous celebrities who always called him when they were in city.
He was escorted into the presidential suite and saw the candidate's wife talking with several members of her staff. Although in her mid-fifties, she was a striking woman who looked even more beautiful in person than she did on TV. Her long blonde hair was nearly white and hung past her shoulders, her trim figure was wonderfully draped by a soft, yellow designer dress. She had the high cheekbones of a fashion model,her facial features somewhat Nordic in nature, and her make-up, he knew would have been professionally done.
When she noticed that he had entered the room, he thought he saw a brief spark in her cool blue eyes and a smile tug at the corners of her thin lips, before returning her attention to her staff. As he got his table prepped, he noticed that she steered her staff to a quick conclusion of their business, thanked them for their efforts and moved them towards the door. She gave her personal assistant instructions that she shouldn't be disturbed for the next few hours then turned towards him, exhaling loudly, her shoulders relaxing.
"I've been looking forward to this all day. So nice to see you again! You can finish setting up . . . I'll be just a minute." she advised before striding out of the front room, her calves flexing above her high heels.
A few moments later, she returned wearing a plush, cotton robe belted across her slim waist. Barefoot, her toenails had been recently done in blood red. Her hair had been pulled up into a small towel and it appeared that she had applied a hint of soft, red shiny gloss to her lips.
She stood very close to the young masseur, smiling up into his face, before turning her back and untying the sash. She pushed the robe off her shoulders and allowed it to pool at her feet. Now naked, she climbed face down on the massage table as the young man placed a towel over her still beautifully tight ass, the tan lines of what must have been a very tiny two piece erotically on display.
He poured a small amount of warm, scented oil over her lithe back, and with a firm practiced hand started in on her. His eyes were drawn to where her breasts flattened against the table in a manner he always found so inviting.
His efforts quickly elicited moans of pleasure to spill from his client's mouth.
"Oooooh . . . Oh my God! That feels so wonderful!! Aaaahhh . . . You know right where to go . . . Don't you?" she sighed as he worked the tension from her upper back before moving towards her neck.
Later, she turned her head to the side and laid the side of her face on her crossed arms. "Did you see any of the convention?" she asked, her eyes closed, clearly enjoying his work.
"Sure I did." he replied, now using the heel of his hand and pushing long strokes down the side of her oil-soaked back.
"How did I look?" she asked in an intimate tone.
"I liked your hair down, but I wasn't crazy about the wave you had in it. I like it better when you wear it straightened. You look better in black." he added matter-of-factly as he started on her shoulders.
She laughed, not at all suprised by his blunt assessment. " I know what YOU like." she told him in a playful voice before abruptly turning over on her back, the towel falling away, her full, firm breasts tantalizingly exposed.
"My question was" she purred "How do you think I looked to the rest of the country . . . specifically the people I'm not sleeping with?!!"
He laughed along with her as he lowered his lips towards hers, kissing her softly, their tongues gently sliding over one another.
"In that case . . . " he kissed her again "You looked incredible!"
He kissed her more deeply this time, her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, her breasts pressed deliciously against his thick chest. His hand, still covered in oil, slid lightly up one slender thigh attracted to the heat he felt coming from between her legs. His fingers brushed her closely trimmed bush and he gently spread her pussy lips, one finger sliding into her warm, wet tunnel.
He worked the front of her pussy wall, finding the thick pad of her G-spot and rubbed it vigorously, her hips beginning to squirm on the table as she moaned softly into his mouth.
With a low, long groan, she pushed him away and swung her legs off the side of the table. With a last quick kiss, she got up on her feet, panting with lust and told him " Get your clothes off! Don't keep me waiting, Darling!!" before padding towards the bedroom, his eyes glued to her lovely, naked body as she walked away.
TWO
She was sitting up against the headboard when he came into the bedroom, her hair now down over her shoulders. She felt her heart beat in her chest as she drank in his thick shoulders and chest which tapered to a lean waist. The thick hose of his cock hung between his muscled thighs, a knowing smile spread across his luscious lips, his deep blue eyes sparkling under his blonde, shoulder length hair.
As he walked slowly towards the side of the bed, she got on all fours facing him, the tiny tip of her tongue visible as it ran along the length of her wetly shining lips. Smiling seductively, she beckoned him with the crook of a french-manicured finger.
