Primary Ambitions

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

There was something extraordinary about seeing Samantha sprawled back on her kitchen table as our lust and desire took over. I had thought that we might share a quiet breakfast and kiss each other goodbye. I had no idea that we would end up shoving the dishes aside, sending them crashing to the floor, and making love right there, right then, right now; yet, I didn’t want to be anywhere else but there with her. My, god! She was beautiful! Her dark tanned body, her dark eyes sparkling with lust and desire! Her body accepting me and loving me!

How I had come into the life of such a beautiful and desirable woman as Samantha Davis was still a mystery to me. She was smart and funny and sexy and had such a warm loving nature that I could only think of how much I wanted to be with her, whenever I could. And seeing her stretched out before me on the table, her body caught up in our impromptu lovemaking, I could think only of pleasing her and seeing how that pleasure was returned.

I leaned forward and rocked my hips madly, sensing the sweet feeling of her pussy clenched tightly around me as I thrust my cock deep inside her. My arms gripped her shoulders as I slid my cock back and forth inside her. Though I didn’t want this day, this morning, this time together to end, the feeling of her pussy and the energy she provided sent me reeling with delight.

“Oh, god, Sammy!” I called out, my voice thick with lust for her.

She responded by gripping my ass, digging her nails into my flesh, pulling me harder and harder into her. Finally I could control myself no longer and submitted to her desire. Time after time my cum streamed into her. With each stroke I felt it shoot deeply into her until there was only our deep and sincere desire remaining.

My lovemaking turned into a series of kisses and nibbles along her neck and shoulders. She held me close and told me again and again how she loved me. I was sure she could see the tears in my eyes when she spoke.

But we each knew that the rest of the day would take us down different paths that each lead elsewhere. We laughed and joked our way through cleaning up the mess we had made. Finally fully dressed for the first time in a day, I stood in her arms at the doorway, my bag by my side, and this special woman in my arms.

“I’ll call you tonight, before I go to sleep,” I promised.

“And I’ll be waiting so you’d better not disappoint me!” she scolded with a telling grin on her face.

“My god, how I love you!” I said, giving her one final kiss.

“And I love you too, Robert,” she replied.

While we stood there for a moment holding hands, the phone rang suddenly. She jumped for a second but smiled and sent me on my way.

“Will you be all right?” I asked as the phone rang and she glanced that way.

“I’ll be fine!” she said bravely. “Now you have to go!”

So I did and the drive back into the city passed like a dream. Before I knew it, I was walking into the capitol office building. I decided against riding the elevator and took the stairs instead, two at a time.

“So where have you been?” Johnny said sternly as I walked in breezily.

“Getting some R & R my friend,” I answered. “So what got stuck up your ass this morning?”

“Well seeing that it’s almost noon, my friend, maybe you can explain this one to me,” he answered tossing a sheet of paper at me.

I grabbed the paper and looked at it. It was a faxed copy of the letter that Samantha had written to me with the date circled.

“And this is supposed to upset you because …” I responded.

“Because it was written about a month before you filed papers for divorce, Robby,” he said, his stern voice unyielding. “And it came to us via your opponent in the general election with a note attached saying that it was being released to all of the major media outlets this morning. So, I hope that little jump in your step was worth getting, because you’re going to need every little bit of energy that it brought you explaining to me, your staff, and the voting public just what the hell is going on!”

Damn! On the eve of the campaign this had to surface. There were only three people who knew about it, Samantha, me and Allison. Damn! No wonder Allison had been so accommodating about the divorce papers. But how had Thompson gotten to her? Or had she gone to him? It didn’t matter who or how or why now, but I needed to do something. I had been in life and death scrambles before and had always come through. This would be no different. I looked over at Johnny, square in the eye.

“Call a press conference for 4 o’clock. That will give us enough time to make all of the five and six o’clock newscasts. And get Annie on the line. I’m gonna need some tasty sound bites for the cameras.”

”You are fucking amazing,” he said. “God damn fucking amazing! And you might just win this son-of-a-bitching election!”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I watched as Robby pulled away and I knew I was going to miss him tremendously. The house already seemed empty without him, but glancing around the memories of our time together put a smile on my face. I knew in my heart that eventually we would be together and with that thought along with our wonderful memories, I was happily looking forward to our future. I busied myself with cleaning up, changing sheets, and other household chores that I needed to get done before the weekend. Walking past the phone, forgetting that I had a call right as Robby was leaving, I clicked to hear the message.

“Get them off my ass or else.” I heard the same low voice again and I felt my heart jump and a lump in my throat. It seemed the calls were becoming more frequent and what I had neglected to tell Robby was they had started at my apartment, then at work and now here at my home. They really hadn’t bothered me and with his campaign schedule, it had seemed silly at the time to even mention it to him.

This last call was the first time the message had changed, and I replayed it over several times. I wished the caller would talk to me, as I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what he was talking about and get who off his ass. It was actually beginning to worry me a little and I finally decided to call my father to let him know what was going on.

“Hi June, is my father in? I need to talk to him?”

“Hello Samantha, I’m sorry he’s not. Did he not mention about the trip he was taking? He was going to mix business with a little pleasure since he was going to the islands. You know how he loves going there.” June Simpson, the receptionist, said chuckling.

“Oh that’s right, I was caught up in other things and had forgotten about his trip. I’m glad he finally decided to go; he really needed a break. Well, if anyone needs me, I’m at the ranch, but I will be in the office next week for a few days.” I said, now recalling about my father’s trip and that he would be gone for at least a month. He had told me about the trip and had gone over some things that I was supposed to take care of for him during his absence.

“Samantha is everything alright, you sound a little nervous. Did Senator Holmes get in touch with you? He called looking for you.” June said concerned. She was a wonderful person and I don’t know how my father and I would have gotten by without her help after the loss of my mother. She had become a good friend to my father and the closest thing to a sister I had.

“Everything is fine June, I just wanted to talk to my father about something. It can wait. And yes, the Senator did get in touch with me, we had a few things to discuss.” I answered, trying not to giggle. I didn’t want her to worry needlessly or to know too much about my relationship with Robby until things could be out in the open. We talked for a short time and she gave me the run down of what was going on at work as well as in her personal life. By the time I got off the phone with her, I felt better and decided I was just being overly concerned about the calls.

The rest of the afternoon I spent going over plans for the children’s weekend. My thoughts would drift back on and off to Robby, and I would laugh or giggle at recalling something he had said or we had done when we were together and riding a horse yet, I thought. Wouldn’t the children be really surprised when they saw me do that? Although I hadn’t done this alone yet, so I decided to take a down to the stable and see if I could even do it myself.

As I walked there, I could see Helen and Paul coming out of the stable, most likely having just fed the horses. I blushed slightly recalling what they had walked in on and was thankful that we were very close friends, almost like parents, and I knew they probably had a good laugh over it.

“Afternoon Sam, hope you had a good breakfast.” Paul teased and Helen slapped his shoulder hushing him, but I saw the smile on her face.

“I had a wonderful breakfast, Paul.” I laughed. “In fact I had a wonderful time while you were gone. I hope you enjoyed your trip.”

“We had a nice time, dear.” Helen said to me with a now concerned look on her face. “Samantha, I know it’s none of my business, but by that glow on your face, I can only assume it’s because of the Senator’s visit. Are you sure you know what you are doing? A married politician, I mean. I just don’t want to see you get hurt, that’s all.”

“He’s a good man, Helen and he will do the right thing. He is the first man that has ever made me this happy and I plan to spend a lot of time with him in the future. Of course, that is off the record, but only until everything is settled.” I smiled at both of them and my feelings for Robby were obvious to them.

“Well with everything you have been through, he sure has my vote for making you this happy.” Paul chuckled. We stood talking awhile and I finally told them about getting on the horse. They were almost as thrilled as I was and I explained to them that I wanted to be able to ride by myself when the children arrived. So the next few hours I spent with them learning to mount and dismount by myself as well as to ride. The more I did this, the more I was really beginning to enjoy it. I finally got brave enough and took the palomino out for a ride around the property.

I got back to my house just before the sunset and felt exhilarated at this wonderful experience that if it hadn’t been for Robby, I would never have felt. I took a shower, putting a summer nightie on afterwards and then fixed myself a salad with a glass of iced tea. I sat outside on the balcony, enjoying the summer breeze, watching the stars and anxiously waiting for Robby to call.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

The remaining minutes of the morning and the entire early afternoon were spent preparing for the press conference. Johnny had Mrs. Caulfield and our intern watch the local TV stations and listen to the radio for any late breaking news. And shortly after Annie arrived and we had begun blocking out my statement and brainstorming some Q and A scenarios, Kyle, the intern, came busting in to tell us that TV2 was breaking the story.

We all hustled into the outer office and watched as the story unfolded on that and the other stations. The story was pretty clear. Democrat Richard Thompson, trailing deeply in the polls was revealing allegations that his opponent, moderate Republi-can Robert Holmes had had an affair with the daughter of a campaign fundraiser prior to his filing for divorce. Although the divorce was public knowledge, it hadn’t really been publicized. But the sight of Thompson waving a copy of the letter Samantha had written me, his only solid proof of our affair, stuck in my mind. Although the election was more than a month away, he needed to make up some ground quickly and he obviously thought that this was the way to bring me down to his level.

Moments later, the phone began ringing off the hook. Annie had already prepared a statement announcing our own press conference for the afternoon and both Kyle and Mrs. Caulfield began working the phones answering questions and getting the word out. There would be no further statement from my office until the press conference at 4 p.m.

Johnny and I remained by the televisions watching and thinking deeply. I thought that the veteran commentator Vince Bennett summed it up the best when he ended his segment. His words echoed in my head, making me realize how quickly this dream of political success could be ground into the dirt.

“In this post-Clinton era where sexual misconduct among poli-ticians is the norm and the definitions themselves of misconduct are tested on a daily basis, the question remains: is the wildly popular state senator, the clear frontrunner in this race for U.S. Senator, really guilty of misconduct or is his opponent desperate for anything that can help him level the playing field?”

We were both quiet for a few moments as the station broke for a commercial. Finally Johnny was the one to break the silence.

“So what is your answer, big guy?” he asked.

“Seems obvious to me,” I began. “We face this head on. I speak the honest truth about my failed marriage and about Miss Davis. I let the voters see me as a man of conscience who is not above making a mistake, but who will be level about the truth always.”

“You know, Robby,” he responded. “None of this would be necessary if you had listened to me in the first place and let me take care of her old man’s PAC.”

“True and I would never have realized what a sham of a mar-riage I was living in and would never have fallen in love with the woman of my dreams.”

“Which dreams are those?” he asked, half in jest and yet half in earnest. He was the brother I never had and he loved me as much as if he really were.

“Not the dreams from Nam, though those are getting mixed up in it. Johnny, I love her. I can feel it so strongly when I close my eyes and think about her. I can feel it every minute when I’m with her. Once this is blown over and hopefully forgotten, you will see for yourself. This is the real thing for me!”

Johnny smiled and shook his head slightly. He knew me well and he knew when I spoke the truth. And I think in a way he could feel the intensity of my feelings for Samantha.

“All right, then let’s get to work,” he said clapping his hands together. “We don’t have that much till until 4 p.m.”

***

The rest of the day flew past. I called and talked to Allison. She told me that Thompson’s people had contacted her a few days before. She seemed to relish the fact that the letter in her possession played no small role in this debacle. “Good luck, Senator Holmes,” she chuckled before hanging up on me.

We developed the statement and prepared for the Q and A. I flew home to shower and change, holding fast to the feelings I had for Samantha to give me strength for what was to come. I pulled my dark blue Yves St. Laurent pin stripe from the closet and a dark red Carlo Pallazzi tie from the rack. If I were going down in flames, they would be gorgeous flames!

It seemed that the next thing I knew, I was standing behind the podium at the Radisson. A hundred newspaper and mixed media types pressed closely waiting for my announcement.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of the press,” I began. I glanced down at the words that Annie and Johnny and I had crafted and began to read them slowly and clearly and with every bit of feeling that I could muster. “Although it is public knowledge that I am in the process of divorcing my wife, what is not public knowledge, nor should it have ever become so, is that I have been seen in the company of Samantha Davis, the daughter of a campaign supporter of ours, Patrick Davis of the Manufacturer’s Alliance Political Action Committee. That is something that I cannot deny. That Miss Davis and I have fallen in love is a private affair. But in the glare of the public eye, even my most personal feelings and inclinations have become public knowledge. How my opponent came by this information is of little concern at this point. Instead of concentrating on the real issues, taxes and terrorism, and the economy, issues tha the is particularly soft on, he has tried to raise questions of character, where there are none.”

I paused for a moment before continuing. I thought of Samantha and how she would respond. I hadn’t planned on things happening as they were now unfolding. I prayed for her under-standing. Then I continued with my statement, speaking with force and determination and clarity. I spoke about my feelings for her, about my responsibility in the entire affair, and about the campaign. I left it up to the voters to decide whether falling in love with the woman of my dreams was such a bad thing and would make me a poor choice for U.S. Senator.

The questions were tough but didn't probe too far since I had already covered most of the territory they needed for their forthcoming newscasts. Later when the last echo of my final answer began to face and Johnny stepped forward to wave off any further questions, we walked confidently from the podium. I took a deep breath or two and felt the tenseness knot up in my shoulders. Once down the corridor, Johnny smacked me on the back.

“You just might have saved your ugly ass,” he exclaimed. “I was almost in tears back there.”

“Save it for your memoirs, Mr. Chief Of Staff,” I laughed.

***

Stopping by the office, there were tons of messages. Mrs. Caulfield brought them to me but held one out in particular.

“Before I give you these, I just wanted to say that it is all my fault,” she said, her head bowed.

“What are you talking about?”

“That letter from your Miss Davis. I accidentally passed it on to your household mail,” she admitted.

“That’s history, Claire,” I said, getting up to put my arm around her. “And don’t give me any of that ‘I’m terribly sorry’ business either. It wasn’t your fault. It was my doing entirely.”

The message that she held out for me was from Stevie Hobbs. Although it was early evening, I called him on his cell.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Everything, old buddy,” he said excitedly through the static. “We’ve got your man identified and located.”

“That is great news,” I told him, thinking of how I had only one more important phone call to make this day. “Tell me more.”

***

It was nearly sunset when I arrived home completely exhausted. The following day we would be leaving for several days of hard campaigning statewide. My thoughts were of Samantha every step of the way along the hallway to my door. A long hot shower helped me clear off the stress of the day. Wrapping a towel around my dripping wet frame, I sat in my favorite chair and punched up her number.

“Hello,” rang out her voice sweetly.

“Hi. It’s me!” I said quickly. “I don’t know if you’ve heard the news, but I am truly sorry it has had to come out like this.”

“News? What are you talking about?”

“Let me explain,” I said, remembering how I once had not let her explain. But she was not me and she listened as I told her the story of this crazy day.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I sat quietly listening to him explain what had happened and how everything had been dealt with. I was intensely angry with Richard Thompson for what he had done, and although I didn’t appreciate Robby’s wife for her part in it, I also could understand why she would want to do something like that. As I continued listening it was beginning to dawn on me that I would have some explaining to do as well, not only to the press, but also to my father and a few others. I was now actually relieved my father was gone and things could cool down some before he returned from his trip.

“I’m really sorry about involving you like this Samantha and if there is anything I can do to help you out with the press or anything from this, I would be more than happy to.”

“It’s not you’re fault Robby, we both knew this could happen. I’m just sorry that I didn’t deliver the letter to you myself and none of this might have happened. But I am half tempted to call Mr. Richard Thompson and give him a piece of my mind.” I said, still angry at being used like that by Richard.

“I would have liked to do that and much more to the good Richard Thompson, but that would have only given him more to talk about. And if I would have let you explain in the first place, you’re letter wouldn’t have been necessary. Thank you for giving me the chance to explain all this too you and for understanding.” He said with the utmost sincerity and also concern for the how this would affect me.

“I love you, Senator, and we will get through this. I do appreciate very much your honesty about our relationship to the public and I’m sure the voters will see the difference between you and Richard, preferring your honesty to his games. And don’t worry about the press at my end; I will have it taken care of. Besides, what type of man is it that uses a woman promising to find her missing child just for political gains? I think that should at least diminish some of whatever gain he received from making my letter public.”

“Hmmm, that is true.” He said, pausing for a brief moment. “Well, enough about this, we will know the effect of all this soon enough. Now, why doesn’t the woman of my dreams tell me about her day, not leaving out the part about how much she loves me either.”

“And you know how much I do love you, Robby. Although there is one thing I am sorry about.” I said, trying to sound serious.

“You are? What’s that?” He asked, concerned.

“That we ran out of whip cream. I would have liked to have seen what you looked like with it all over you.” I laughed and heard his hearty laugh at the other end of the phone. I then went on to tell him about my day, letting him know about riding the horse and Paul and Helen’s teasing. I also told him about my father being gone for some time. I didn’t let him know anything about the last strange phone call I had, he had enough going on to have to worry about that.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

As she told me about her brave attempt at riding and the other events of her day, I felt a strange feeling begin to arise in me. No, it wasn’t a strange feeling. It was a very beautiful feeling, one that resonated throughout my body as I sat there, my body drying off from the shower and my mind thrilling to the sentiments that Samantha was declaring. I had no idea at midnight what the day would bring. And for tomorrow? At his hour there was no predicting. But I knew how I felt about her and how I would take whatever came in the coming weeks in stride because she was in the world for me.

“Now you realize what this all means don’t you?” I asked.

“And just what would that be, Senator,” she asked in return.

“That I owe you one very delicious dessert!” I answered.

"Mmm, mmm, good!" she hummed.

There was a joy in the laugh that erupted from each of us that I had never felt before. Somehow in the most desperate of my quandaries about the future, about the election, about the pitfalls that would present themselves between now and the election, there was this feeling for Samantha, this strong feeling about how good it was with her. And that feeling sustained me and gave me strength.

“You realize, that when this is all over with and we are taking that important plane trip to Washington in January,” I began, “That there is going to be a very special celebration.”

”And what sort of celebration will that be?” she asked coyly.

“As I say in some of my campaign speeches, I won’t make any promises that I don’t intend to keep,” I said with a chuckle. “But there is a very special club that we are going to join on that trip.”

“Oh, Senator,” she laughed loud enough for me to picture her falling back into her chair and giggling like a schoolgirl. “You might be too late to inaugurate me, but I would love to initiate you!”

“Oh, god! How I love you, Samantha!” I exclaimed, laying my head back in the chair and feeling the towel fall away from my nakedness. I pictured her at her ranch house and longed to be there with her. Hell, I had been there with her that very morning, and yet that felt almost a lifetime away from this moment. As my hand grazed down over my chest, my fingertips brushing through the light dusting of chest hair and over my stomach and belly down toward my cock that was growing with each thought of my lover. “So tell me, where are you and what are you wearing tonight?” I asked boldly, feeling my cock grow firm at the thought that she was on the line with me, perhaps even touching herself. There was a pause on the other end of the line so I quickly added, “No, wait! Let me guess. You’re out on your beautiful balcony, wearing something kind of light and wispy, and leaning back waiting for all the stars to come out.”

“Hmm, that sounds so close. You wouldn’t happen to be nearby spying on me now would you?” she asked. “But then, if you were here, I know I would already be seeing stars, or something very close to them!”

“Baby, if I were there, it wouldn’t be no damned stars you would be checking out!” I answered, feeling my body respond strongly to the idea of being with her again.

We had been so close and intimate just last night, and yet here I was thinking again about being with her, and knowing that it wouldn’t happen for some time only added to the feeling. Cleave to the feeling, I thought to myself. Cling to what you know is right! I closed my eyes and pictured the balcony, her lounge chair, her body stretched out, perhaps a wispy little nightgown, perhaps wearing nothing at all. Then I fast-forwarded to a year from now and added myself to that scene.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

“And what would I be checking out Senator?” I asked teasing him. “Would I perhaps be checking out your naked firm body and fabulous butt? Maybe at the same time you were checking out under my nightgown when the wind blows it up.”

“Oh my Samantha! And what would I be seeing?”

“Well, considering I have nothing on underneath my nightgown, you would be getting a very good view of my body. The wind is blowing pretty strong and although it’s not cold, I seem to be getting goosebumps all over. It must be that affect you have on me.” I laughed softly.

“Damn if I would be looking for very long, baby. I’d be under that nightgown as soon as the wind blew it up. And you know what I’d be doing there, don’t you Samantha?”

“Oh Senator, tell me more.” I said, feeling my passion stirring picturing him here with me. We continued to talk describing to each other what we would be doing under the stars this night if we were together and by the end of our phone call, both of us experienced the only release we could without being together. Although neither of us wanted to say goodnight, we finally did, not knowing when the next time we could talk would be.

“Goodnight lover. I love you and I will be dreaming of you always.” I said softly.

“I love you Samantha and I will be counting down the time when our dreams will become reality.”

For the next two weeks I was busy with helping out at the office while my father was gone and dealing with the press due to what had gone on with Robby. Before I had a chance to make any calls the next morning, my phone was ringing off the hook wanting information about Robby and myself. June had also called and after congratulating me on landing one hell of an attractive as well as great guy, she then filled me in on the calls at the office. After talking with her, I made several calls including one to our press spokesman. It was agreed that he would release a statement explaining pretty much the same as Robby had explained. We centered, however, on the fact that Richard had taken advantage of his influences and power, promising to help me locate my daughter, giving a good run down of how that situation went. We did not accuse Richard of anything, however by the end of the spokesman’s speech, we were sure we had the public’s sympathy and Richard was not looking good.

Soon after that I was flooded with calls wanting to help me in my plight along with well- wishers for Robby and I, many of which I didn’t even know but they knew Robby. I was overwhelmed by the good feelings I got from these calls and although I hadn’t been able to see the Senator, I felt even closer to him. Although with this now out in the open, and it getting close to election time, both Robby and I had been advised that it would be best not to see each other or be seen together until after his divorce or after the election, depending on which came first. We both understood the reasons why, but the longer we were apart the more impatient to see each other we were becoming.

I also received only one more call from my stranger, which came the day after my spokesman had made his announcement. It was just a message in the same voice, but it did make me a bit nervous.

“You should have heeded my warning.” The caller had said.

I had finally talked to Paul and Helen about what was going on, and they even began to wonder if it was perhaps Richard Thompson trying to scare me. They suggested that maybe he was mad at my involvement with Robby and with the spokesman’s speech. It made some sense, and as I didn’t get any more phone calls after that, I figured they were right.

I had talked to Robby a couple times and he sounded as exhausted as I was. I had let him know the things going on here, other than the phone call, and also told him how I was winding up the season at the ranch. I was actually looking forward to a break soon and once the season was over there would be more time; even weekends now and then that I would have free.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

“You know I was so tired when I first called you tonight,” I admitted. “But after talking with you for a while, I feel like I just got up. What is there about you that makes me feel this way?”

“And what is there about you?” she asked in return, a delightful laugh punctuating her question. “So where are you tonight? You have been calling me from some quite exotic locations the past few weeks.”

“This is quite true,” I laughed as I looked around my very modest motel room in a small old lumbering town up north, just about as far away in the state as I could be from Samantha’s ranch. “I’m sitting in my deluxe suite in the Knight’s Inn in St. Quartaires, if you must know. We had a wonderful rally at the local party headquarters and an extremely delicious chicken dinner at the Moose Lodge.”

“Oh, you poor man,” she laughed. I would have cooked you a much better dinner than that.”

“And served up one helluva better dessert too, I’m sure,” I chuckled.

Although I hadn’t seen her in weeks and missed her terribly, we had managed to keep so very close, and our moments on the phone in the evening had taken on a new character. With her stepping in to take her father’s place in his absence, and with my campaigning from dawn till dusk, neither of us had time to ourselves, to do what we wanted to do and always having to submit to the demands of others. But these moments talking freely and openly on the phone were our own time for the day. And with each call, I felt that we had become closer and more intimate.

Sure, on one level, you could hardly get more intimate in a physical sense than we had become during my last visit to her ranch. Yet, these phone calls allowed us to grow closer in an emotional sense and I knew that she needed to hear from me as much as I did from her. Perhaps this sort of communication was what was lacking in our previous relationship, and it was as if we both knew that this time it felt so good and so right, that neither of us were going to blow it away.

“So I’m going to be able to pick my own dessert when next we meet?” she asked in a sweet and coy voice.

“Seeing that I’m in a campaign mode, right now, you could probably get me to agree to just about anything! And I would be willing to serve it up on a silver platter if I had to!”

"Well, I sort of had something else in mind," she giggled. There was a brief silent moment as we both perhaps were drawing from the deep feelings that were snapping silently through our phone frequency. I could hear the sound of her breath in the handset and the slight sound of a oscillating fan. There was also the faint hum of some music and I instantly pictured her sitting on that lovely sofa of hers near the window wall of her ranch home.

“I love you, Senator Robert Holmes,” she blurted out suddenly. “I love you so very much!”

The intensity of her admission caught me speechless and reached down deep into my soul to touch me. I struggled to say something in return but everything I came up with was simply a reflection on her comment.

“My lawyer has told me that in just a few weeks," I remarked insead. "That my divorce will be final and we will be able to say those things to each other face to face in front of the whole world.”

“Would you really want to do that?” she asked, her voice lush and dreamy.

“What! Declare it in front of God and man?”

“Well?” she asked, drawing out the vowel. “I’m not the Miss Adelaide type you know, you know, waiting for you to make that one big killing so that you can marry me.”

I chuckled at her reference to the character from an old musical play, the long suffering single woman who waits for her man to make good on his promise. “Samantha, all I know is this,” I began as my thoughts deeply flooded my head. “I love you so much and I want to be with you every chance that we will have. And if I have to marry you to do it …”

She breathed in deeply as my voice trailed off. It wasn’t a gasp particularly, but came close to qualifying as such.

“Robby,” she admonished me in a stern yet soft voice. “I don’t want you saying those kinds of things until we know for sure that we can be together. You and I both know that there is a lot that has to happen before that can become a reality.”

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, feeling again that she was absolutely correct. “I just get carried away sometimes. I have been so long from having this deep and wonderful feeling in my heart, that I can’t help but leap ahead and think of the future with you.”

So, dammit all! I had laid the premise—no, the promise—out there, and she didn’t blink. She took it in stride and that only made me love her more.

“Let me put it this way to you, then,” I said. “I hope you don’t have any plans for the evening of January 7th.”

“Why, Senator,” she said. “That is a long way off, and a girl doesn’t want to fill up her dance card too soon in advance. But let me take a look at my planner. Hmm. Let’s see. Nothing at this point. Why what do you have in mind?”

“Well,” I started off, the image coming quick to my mind. “I have this picture in my mind of me in my finest tux and you in a lovely evening dress, not black like the other women are wearing, but perhaps something in a rich burgundy or deep purple color that compliments your dark hair and eyes so well.”

“And just where would we be?” she asked, her voice laced with a bit of reverie, perhaps because she too was thinking of the same thing as I.

“We would be strolling arm in arm into the ballroom where the United States Senate is having its inaugural ball for the incoming class of freshmen senators. And believe me, all their eyes will be on you!”

“That sounds pretty confident from a man who’s still a few weeks off from election.”

“Perhaps, it is confident. But not overly so, because we are going to win this thing, Sam! I can feel it deep inside. And I want you there with me, beside me, and I want all of the Richard Thompson’s, and Allison Ritchie Holmes’s of the world to be eating their hearts out!”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

“And I would be proud and honored to be by your side, and such a nice side to be by too!” I giggled softly. I could picture us at the inaugural ball together, showing the world how we felt about each other and a wonderful feeling went through me. We finally said our good byes, wishing we could be in each other’s arms that very minute, both of us growing more impatient as the time away grew longer.

Now after weeks of not seeing him, and with his divorce and the election approaching, it had been impossible to be seen together. I missed being with him, his touch, the warmth of him near me and by the sound of his voice the last time I talked to him, he was feeling the same as I was. I was trying desperately to figure something out so that we could get together. A thought started to clear in my mind, my heart started beating and I smiled, even giggled at what had entered my mind.

I started thinking about all the details that were necessary for my plan to work, and I thought about how Robby would react. A wicked smile came across my face, wondering if he would be excited by it. Of course he could get mad, maybe even get even, but then I threw caution to the wind and began to get things ready for Wednesday afternoon. I knew this was the day he was catching a plane to come home and having been to the where he was; I knew the surrounding area. The children would be gone and I was not needed until Friday morning at the Ranch. I quickly made a plane reservation.

Knowing how Robby loved good press releases, I called his press agent telling him what magazine I was with, giving my name as Tara McFinn. I told him that we really wanted an interview before Senator Holmes left town and we would be able to get it in publication before the election. His press agent gave no resistance and I set the appointment up for late afternoon, knowing Robby he would be anxious to get out of there and fly home. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself at how nervous this might make him, but when he understood what was going on, I had a good idea he would be pretty happy. I also made sure I was flying back home on the same flight he was on and with any luck, we would be able to spend at least some time together.

I went shopping for the things I needed and I also called a very close friend of mine whom lived in the area where Robby was. I knew she would be more than willing to play photographer so everything looked okay and I also trusted her to keep it to herself. Misty had been my roommate in college and we had been close ever since. She had a similar body frame as my own, although a couple inches taller and she had blonde hair and blue eyes. She laughed at my plan recalling several of the things we had done in college. I gave her the instructions and times and let her know when to pick me up at the airport.

Sunday night the phone rang and my heart leapt, hoping it was Robby. I was so excited about seeing him the next day, but I had to calm myself down not wanting him to get any hints at what I was planning.

“Hello, is this the man that I happen to be in love with, who I am missing so much?”

“Wow, I must have the wrong number.” He laughed, teasing me, and then in a soft serious voice, “I’m missing you a lot too Samantha. I’ll be home tomorrow, but as much as I want to see you, we still have to be careful. I hope you understand.”

“I understand, Robby. We don’t want anything going wrong, especially now.” I said with a disappointed yet sincere tone. I had a huge smile on my face though knowing of what was to come. We talked more, letting each other know what was going on and soon we had to hang up, both telling each other how much we loved each other.

The next morning Misty picked me up and we got things ready for our interview with Senator Holmes. She used no disguise, keeping her long hair down, but making sure her outfit was very striking, wearing a black skirt and light blue almost sheer blouse, with hose and very high heels. After I dressed, I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe the difference. The short black haired wig I had purchased definitely made it so that I was not recognized. My make up was a little bit heavier, and I put on red lipstick and I put on the thick black-framed glasses that I had picked up. Damn, I thought, I looked like an old spinster just in the face, and I giggled at this thought. I wore an oversized gray dress with a red belt around the waist as it was baggy and dowdy looking, but underneath I had on a bustier, panties, garter and hose all in red; Robby would definitely be surprised. I put on red heals laughing having fun with the entire experience and what I also knew awaited us.

I just had to be careful with my voice so that he didn’t recognize me, so I kept my voice hoarse and coughed as if I had a cold. My heart was racing with excitement and anticipation, as we were lead into his office.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Senator and you definitely have my vote. This is Misty, my photographer.” I said, letting my hand linger in his a moment longer than he probably planned on as I saw a quizzical look come over his face.

“Senator Holmes, nice to meet you. And let me say, you’re one mighty good looking man.” Misty said, shaking his hand, bubbling and obviously flirting. She immediately started taken several pictures of Robby as I sat and started asking the normal questions, pretending to take notes on paper.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

“So how would you have voted on the prescription drug bill that was defeated recently?” asked Miss McFinn, a reporter from some monthly news magazine, as she sat, legs crossed, in the leather guest chair. With one hand she jotted some notes down on a note pad resting on her lap while the other waved about a small hand-held recorder.

“As you may be aware,” I began, leaning back in my chair. “The proposal on the floor was a partisan democrat bill that was lifted right out of their campaign platform. I would have voted it down in favor of something that would better give our senior citizens real assistance in covering their necessary prescription drug bills.”

Miss McFinn had asked some pretty soft questions that barely touched on campaign issues. I smiled at her appearance. She was dressed in what I could only think of as stylish frump. Her look made me think of an old time Hollywood columnist, short black hair, heavy make up, bright red lipstick and thick black-framed glasses. Her gray dress was baggy and dowdy looking, yet the red belt and heels matched perfectly with her lipstick and nail polish. Complaining of a cold, her husky voice sounded as if it had been raked over by countless packs of cigarettes. But there was something vaguely familiar about her, and my mind kept slipping back trying to place where or when I had met her previously.

The photographer was quite different, youthful and spirited, wearing her long blonde hair down. Contrary to the dowdy reporter, her outfit was very striking, wearing a sheer light blue blouse over a black skirt, hose and very high heels. She moved about in the background snapping off pictures unobtrusively, yet with a noticeable flirtatious touch. And there was definitely some unspoken communication going on between the two ladies, in the little glances and smiles they exchanged.

“What do you feel the role of government should be regarding our current economic situation?” she asked, her voice sounding raw and hoarse.

“There are some, my opponent included, who would like to see the Government try to spend our way out of this recession,” I stated. “But, my support is more for the employers of first choice, the businesses large and small who are doing the hiring. There are many facets to this: job placement, job training, day care for children of working parents, to name a few.”

After a couple more questions about general political issues, Miss McFinn leaned back in her chair as if considering a different line of questions. The photographer moved around to the side of my desk and asked me to swivel a particular way. She boldly reached over to arrange the lapels of my suit jacket, leaning over quite close to me, enough to give me a tasty glimpse of her cleavage. Her long slender fingers slipped up to brush my hair a certain way and seemed to linger as they gently toyed with the lock of hair that always seemed to fall down onto my forehead. She backed away slowly with a warm smile on her face, her fingers trailing along my check and shoulder. The way she smiled told me that she was definitely flirting with me as she snapped off several pictures.

“Now, Senator Holmes, I’d like to touch on some human issues, if you don’t mind,” said Miss McFinn.

“I don’t mind at all,” I remarked as the photographer moved in closer again, her fingers gliding up along my tie to re-tuck the pleat below the knot and center it. Her fingers ran down along my chest teasingly.

“Then please let me know if my questions are too personal,” Miss McFinn commented.

I nodded and let her continue. The photographer moved around behind my chair and swiveled it so that I was facing more toward the windows. She then moved back around in front of me and held up her camera. She backed away a bit and knelt down on the plush carpet, I supposed in order to get a better angle.

“Now, the public is now well aware of your impending divorce and your relationship with Miss Davidson,” she began.

“Miss Davis,” I corrected her. “Samantha Davis.”

“Oh, yes, so sorry about that,” she remarked as a sly smile crept into her expression. “The latest polling numbers show that you took a little dip after that all came out and have nicely recovered and gone on to score better ratings in recent weeks. What do you feel that says about our culture, that a married politician can have an affair and get away with it?”

I turned back to face Miss McFinn and give her a stern look, not having appreciated the question and the way it was phrased. But the photographer reached up from her kneeling position in front of me and put her hand to my cheek, urging me to look away.

“I think when I came out right away and told the truth about my divorce and my relationship with Miss Davis,” I said trying to look at the reporter directly, but the photographer kept straightening my glance in her direction in order to take her pictures. “That the public understood that I was human, that I was a man who could make a mistake but would do so for all the right reasons. I think they could also see that I was a man of honor and integrity and could trusted to do the right thing.”

“What did your Miss Davis think about all of this? Was she hurt at all by the scandal?”

“Samantha was hurt of course, and I felt badly about that. But if anything, the disclosure has only served to bring us closer together. Miss Davis and I are very much in love.”

“That’s very sweet of you to admit publicly given your situation, Senator,” Miss McFinn remarked. “I must admit that I’m envious of a woman who can get a man like you to love her so much.”

The photographer rose up one knee and planted her foot on the floor. The move hiked the hem of her skirt up her thigh, high enough to give me a fetching glimpse of her stocking top and bare flesh. She smiled and rose up the rest of the way, stepping around behind me to spin me fully away from my desk. She reached down to nudge my legs into a crossed position, letting her fingers glide gently along my thigh.

“So how have you been able to keep up with your paramour?” Miss McFinn asked. I couldn’t see her, but the tone in her voice was changing. “I happen to know that you have been traveling quite a lot lately and I’m sure that there are many comely and willing campaign workers out there. Isn’t that a considerable strain on your relationship?”

“No matter where I am, Miss Davis is only a phone call away. We speak on a daily basis,” I remarked growing more than a little irritated by by this line of questions. “And once my divorce is finalized, we plan on spending a lot of quality time together. Now, Miss McFinn, I'm sure your readers have more important things to be concerned about than the details of my personal life.”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

“Miss McFinn, why don’t you go stand next to the Senator? I would like a few shots with the both of you.” Misty said quickly, seeing that Robby had enough of my personal questions, which I had thoroughly enjoyed. Without hesitation I stood up walking around to stand next to him behind his desk.

“My Senator you do smell very good.” I whispered hoarsely as I leaned over him breathing in the wonderful scent of him and I realized just how much I had missed being with him. I’m sure he probably caught a whiff of my perfume, but doubted he still would recognize me. Misty took several pictures and when I turned my back to move away from him, I let him believe I accidentally tripped and surprised him by falling into his lap.

“Good, yes that’s the kind I want. Keep it up boss.” Misty laughed, still taking pictures.

“Okay wait a minute. Who put you up to this? Is this some sort of joke or something? “ Robby said, slightly annoyed and firmly, but gently grabbed my arms, removing me from his lap.

“I’m so sorry Senator. Although I rather did enjoy that.” I chuckled in a low voice.

“Oh calm down Senator, you aren’t afraid of Miss McFinn now are you?” Misty chuckled.

“I do believe our interview is over, ladies. I have a very important plane to catch, and I have a few other things to do before I leave.” Robby said, obviously wanting us to leave.

“Yes I do believe the interview is over and we did appreciate it.” I laughed, still disguising my voice and walking over to the door making him believe we were leaving. “Didn’t you have some things to do, Misty?”

“You two have fun!” Misty said laughing as she left us alone and I closed the door.

“Miss McFinn, I think I’ve had just about enough….” Robby started to say as he stood up. I had already turned around and quickly undid the belt around my waist, letting the dress fall do the floor.

“You look really good babe!” I said giggling in my own voice and standing there in the red undergarments and heels. “Now if you’d be a good Senator, sit down and promise to behave, I just might have something for you.”

“Darlin, you actually had me going for a minute or two.” He laughed, but sat down, the smile on his face told me how he was enjoying this. “ Now why don’t come over here and let me show you how much I have missed you? And take those glasses and that damn wig off too. “ He said with a light teasing tone.

“What, you don’t like my new hair color? “ I frowned first and then laughing, taking off the glasses and pulled off the wig shaking my hair, actually relieved to get the wig off and let my hair down. “Now if I come over there, you have to keep your hands to yourself, Senator. Otherwise, I just might have to restrain you.” I giggled as I walked over to him and swiveled his chair to face me. I straddled him and sat softly on his lap. With a devilish grin on my face, I undid his tie, and slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

“What exactly are you up to, Samantha? “ He said, trying hard to keep his hands on the arms of the chair. I could feel his growing erection through his pants and I moved slowly in his lap, my hands now pushing away his shirt. “You know Sammy, paybacks can be quite uncomfortable. “ He said in a playful teasing tone.

“Hmmmm, I will keep that in mind when I get the can of whip cream from my purse for protection, considering we know how well you behave. ” I laughed soft and seductively, running my fingers across his chin and around his neck. I smiled and leaned over bringing my lips to his in a heated kiss. I could feel his hunger matching mine as our tongues passionately intertwined each other’s. "Damn, have I missed you!"

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

“Oh, Baby, I have missed you too!” I whispered, finally able to have my arms around her again. I pulled her body close to mine, feeling her soft warm flesh underneath the sheer red fabric of her bustier. As my hands began to wander over her body hungrily, I felt her press herself closer, brushing her body up against mine, her breasts and stiff nipples rubbing me, burning into my flesh. “Just what made you come up with this, you little tease? And that business with your friend. What was that all about? You really had me going there!”

For a few moments we sat there together our hands stroking each other’s face and chest and shoulders. Every touch of hers on my body sent shivers of pleasure through me. As my own fingers traced the outline of her sheer under things, I felt her body quiver. I hooked my thumbs in the satiny straps of her bustier and pulled them down past her shoulders. Her body looked so delectable in this outfit, still deeply tanned from her hours at the ranch, her skin still so soft and smooth. My tongue inched out between my teeth wanting so much to taste her again.

My fingers glided down from her shoulders, pulling the sheer material away from her breasts so that I could look upon them again. Her dark nipples were stiff and puckered and begging for my kiss. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the right one, kissing it tenderly, letting my tongue savor the texture of her taut nipple. My tongue drew a wide circle around the tip of her breast, teasing the soft smooth skin, and as it circled again and again it came closer and closer until I flicked it wildly on the tip.

Then I kissed my way over to her other breast and gave it the same deserving treatment, eventually sucking the entire nipple and aureole into my mouth, nibbling and licking and sucking madly. I could feel her hips move and her ass press down and rub on my cock. It had been weeks since I had been with her, and though our nightly phone calls had sometimes ended with each of us sweaty and spent, to be with her again, face to face, so close and intimate, made my body tingle.

Her hands were moving all over my body as I continued to kiss her. There was such a wonderful feeling that the touch of her hands on my body brought, the way she touched me and felt me, her fingers caressing me, exploring each muscle and bit of skin.

While I continued to make love to her breasts, my hands moved lower, slipping down over her waist and hips and belly. There was hardly anything to her panties; they were nothing more than a little whispy bit of cloth in front tied together with elastic. My fingers easily slid underneath them and reached down to cup her wet waiting sex. As my fingers formed around the lips of her pussy, I heard her gasp and felt her body tremble.

“Oh, Samantha,” I whispered as I kissed that deep sweet valley between her breasts. “I never want to stop making love to you!”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

“Oh Robby, I never want to stop making love to you either.”

His hands caressing, then kissing my breasts and nipples sent shivers down my spine, it had been so long that I had felt his touch. Everything part of me felt that much more sensitive to his touch, enjoying every touch and kiss as if there were no tomorrow. I gasped and trembled when his hand slipped beneath my panties, grasping my warm moist pussy. God how quickly he could excite me and God how I love him.

Pushing his shirt over his shoulders, my hands caressed his bare chest, pulling and teasing at the hairs, rubbing my fingers across his nipples. I brushed his lips with mine and made a trail of kisses down his chest to one nipple, my tongue flicking over it, circling it, until it was taut. My tongue started on his other nipple, licking lightly over it and softly sucking it, until it was as hard as the other.

“You sure feel good and I have missed you so much Robby.” I said, desire in my voice. I slipped off his lap as I kissed him passionately.

My tongue moved down to his navel, kissing and licking it, tickling him in the process, while my hands now rubbed the crotch of his pants, noticing his growing erection. I continued to rub until it was obvious, his pants were very tight and I unzipped them, and grasped him, freeing him from his pants. I looked at him with love and desire in my eyes as my fingertips reached inside the sides of his pants and briefs, pulling them down to his ankles, as he raised his butt up to help me.

I kept looking up at him as I kissed the insides of his thighs, slowly moving upward. Reaching behind me where I had dropped my purse unbeknownst to him, I took what I was looking for out of it. I glanced up at him and with a mischievous look I quickly sprayed the still cool whip all over his nice hard cock. He jumped at first at the coolness, but then leaned his head back with sighing with desire as my lips and tongue immediately started lapping up the whip cream, licking all over his very aroused cock.

“Oh God, I am going to get you for this.” He whispered, his eyes closed, his smile that of desire.

“I sure hope so, honey. “ I laughed softly. My lips licked over the tip of his cock, slowly, continuing to lick down and around his shaft, cupping his balls with my hands. I then sprayed again with the whip cream, he gasped and I murmured softly, enjoying every delightful lick, until finally putting my mouth completely over him, taking him slowly in, only to release him, and then take him in again. Oh how I loved the taste of him and his growing excitement added that much more to mine.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

Samantha’s delightful tongue licked its way up and down my cock tasting and teasing every part of me as she lapped up the whipped cream. Then, when she slowly ran the tip around and around the head, my ass clenched up and my hips began to lift up off the chair. Her hot wet mouth then descended slowly down the length of my shaft, sucking me deeply inside her mouth, while her hands ran all over my belly and thighs. I leaned back in my chair, my head back and my eyes closed, feeling an intense wave of sensations wash over my whole body.

I leaned forward and opened my eyes again to look down at her kneeling between my legs making love to me with her beautiful mouth. I loved watching the way her entire body moved as she did it, her tanned curves swaying and bending, her head slowly bobbing up and down as she sucked my cock deeper into her mouth, again and again. Her body was moving against my legs as they squeezed together, her breasts rubbing against my thighs. I couldn’t resist reaching down to touch her and feel her energy.

When she pulled her mouth off of my cock and began to kiss and lick it again, I touched her face and tipped her chin up to look into her dark eyes that were filled with such deep desire. Then I urged her to move up for a kiss, but without letting her mouth leave my body, she retraced the path that she had taken on the way down, kissing and licking my body, making my body tingle with excitement. She raised her body up from between my legs as she moved, rubbing it against mine.

When finally she reached my lips and we kissed strongly and deeply, our tongues and lips pressing forward one against the other, I cradled her head in my hands that were shaking with passion. How I wanted to tell her what I felt, tell her about the strong feeling flowing deeply through me, but all my words fell short. And I saw a flicker in her eyes that told me she had seen it in my eyes, and that words were unnecessary.

I reached down to her hips and lifted her up and set her on the top of my desk. I arranged her legs, spreading them apart and then up over my shoulders. She hummed sweetly when she saw the look in my eyes that told her what I had in mind. She leaned back on the desk, her full round breasts still bare above the bustier, her nipples standing firm and puckered, and her sheer red panties damp with her own excitement.

Slowly I bent over bringing my nose close to her sex, sniffing her sweet scent. I kissed her pussy through the panties, feeling her rock her hips upward and spread her thighs to present herself more completely and openly to me. I knew she wanted me to kiss her there, but only as much as I wanted to kiss her. I drew my fingertips down along her pussy, feeling the dampness growing in her slit, and teased her with several light up and down movements. I reached over with the other hand and pulled the sheer little red panel aside and bared her pussy to my hungry eyes. I was surprised to see that she was now almost completely shaven, with just a little patch of her downy muff above her clit.

“Mmm, Miss Davis, you have been shaving yourself!” I remarked, before sticking my tongue out in anticipation of what I had in mind. She laughed devilishly. “Whatever gave you that idea?” I asked just before I brought my quivering warm wet lips down to kiss her up and down the entire length of her slit. I brought my fingers up to draw her outer lips apart and watch as the tender inner part of her was slowly exposed. I blew on her spread pussy a few times and then lowered my mouth and tongue down to her.

She tasted so sweet and was so urgent in the way she moved, that I couldn’t help but flick my tongue on her clit and press my fingers up inside her. I hummed along as I kissed and licked her clit and used three fingers to play with her damp opening. I hummed louder and louder as I worked her over. Her hips were wiggling wildly and she let her head fall backward and arched her back. Her moans and sighs told me everything I needed to hear about what she thought of the way I was loving her now.

And just when she was falling into a rhythm with her hips while my tongue danced upon her wet hot pussy, my hand reached for the can of whipped cream she had set aside and I brought it up and doused her pussy with the chilly froth, hearing her gasp and feeling her hips almost fly up from the desk. I let the can drop from my hand and lowered my mouth down to lap at her sweet pussy now covered in whipped cream. My tongue and lips and teeth were all over her sex now, consuming her forcefully and madly. She crossed her legs up behind my head and held me close to her. Still leaning back, she reached one hand out to hold my head close to her.

"Oh, yes, Robby!" she cried out fiercely. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

His tongue and fingers drove me wild, bringing me closer and closer to that wonderful euphoric feeling where you no longer think, barely breath and can only react on the hot electric sensations surging through your body. Suddenly with no warning I felt the chilly froth of whipped cream on my hot pussy and I gasped, my hips jolting from the shock. When I felt his tongue, lips and teeth claim me, wild, driven, forceful, I could hold back no longer. My legs locked tightly around him, my hands grasped tightly to the edge of the desk with my hips arching and pushing against him.

"Oh, yes, Robby!" I cried out fiercely. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"

My muscles contracted tightly and my body shook, I felt the heat and passion as my climax vehemently claimed every part of my body. Over and over my body shuddered and I moaned and gasped as he continued to lap at my juices, making my body tremble and shake that much more. I could stand it no more, my need to feel him inside me, the warmth of his body against mine, the taste of his lips against mine was overpowering and urgent with desire.

My legs loosened and dropped from his shoulders as I cried out my need and want for him. I leaned up, my hands grasped his shoulders pulling him to me and kissed him deeply, hungry for him. Our kiss was hard, urgent, and forceful, both of us feeling the strong love, desire and need for each other. He quickly pulled my panties off me at the same time ridding himself of his shoes, and pants and briefs that were around his ankles.

“Sammy I want you so much! I love you so much!” He said, his voice a deep husky groan of desire.

“Robby I love you! I love you!” I cried, and tears of joy ran down my cheeks, unable to express the overwhelming love I had for him in any other way.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

The intensity of Samantha’s orgasm had surprised me but it made me feel so good inside to know that I could bring her such pleasure. And as I stood there now between her legs I let my eyes run up and down her body and felt my cock grow hard and long with desire for her. She lay back upon my desk, conveniently cleared off because of my impending trip. Her sheer red panties were dangling from an ankle; her long legs were encased so seductively in her silken hose; pussy was wet and spread open, the deep pink inside showing between the darker outer lips; her breasts were freed from the cups of the bustier, her dark nipples hard and stiff; her arms had fallen down to the desk above her head; and her face, her beautiful face was glowing with love and desire.

“Robby I love you! I love you!” she cried out, and I saw the tears run down her cheeks.

And I loved her as well and wanted to make love to her so much. If I did so we ran the risk of being discovered, but the sight of her before me overcame any reluctance. I leaned forward and began to kiss her lips; I reached down and guided my cock toward her pussy. As the head began to rub on her pussy, my tongue began to lick her lips. Her hands went up to my shoulders and them up to my neck. When the head of my cock began to enter her wet willing pussy, my tongue slipped into her mouth, and I felt her body begin to move, a gentle writhing motion as she arched her back and pressed her body against mine.

Slowly at first but gradually gaining speed and force, I began to make love to her pussy and her mouth. And as I thrust my body into her, she responded. Her tongue wrestled with mine, her teeth nipped at my tongue and lips; her pussy clenched tightly around my cock, and her legs wrapped up around my hips. I slipped my arms around to hug her shoulders and cleave her body to me and I thrust wildly into her, the sensation of entering her with such abandon thrilling me beyond anything I had know before.

And as our passion grew, I pushed myself up from the desk to stand between her legs, thinking that I might raise her legs up to my shoulders. But she had another idea and sat up in front of me. She wrapped her legs tightly around my hips, put her arms up around my shoulders, and raised herself up from the desk. I held her there entirely in my arms for a few moments, feeling her gyrate her hips slightly. When I moved back toward the chair, she pulled her legs back around and we collapsed into the soft plush leather. She pushed me back into the chair and began to ride me, eye to eye with her face near mine, her hands on my shoulders, her pussy sliding slowly and luxuriously up and down the shaft of my cock.

“Oh, god, Samantha!” I said my voice hoarse with the flood of passion that was rising inside me. “Oh, god, you feel so good! I love the way you make love to me!”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

My arms were wrapped around his neck, my lips went to his, our tongues dancing and intertwining together as I moved by hips and rode his cock, slowly, reveling in the feel of his cock inside me.

“Robby I love you so much, I love making love to you and how you make love to me. I never want us to stop.” I whispered in his ear, my breath coming faster as I picked up the rhythm, moving up and down and letting my pussy clench and stroke his hard cock, trying to feel every inch of him.

“Oh yes, yes, Sammy!” He whispered, while I felt his one hand grasping at my hips, helping me move with him, his other hand went to the back of my neck and urgently pressed me to where are lips again were together.

We were so lost in our love, desire and passion for the other that time had escaped us, the world slipping by and it was just us. There was no time, no one else in the world but the two of us loving each other with every ounce of passion we had giving to each other. I began to ride him harder, faster, feeling him going deep inside me, both of us gasping as our breaths quickened and our heartbeats raced. As we both began to edge closer to the brink of orgasm, we were quite suddenly interrupted by a loud knocking on the door.

“Robby, what the hell! Why is the door locked? Look man, we have a plane to catch in about 30 minutes. Are you okay in there?” Johnny hollered, and we could hear the panic in his voice.

“No problem man, let me get my things, have the limo ready and I’ll be right there.” Robby answered after taking a deep breath and with an overwhelming amount of restraint, sounded as normal as he could have considering the conditions he was under.

“Oh my Senator, I guess I need to leave.” I giggled, not able to control myself considering the position we were almost caught in. I was very thankful I had locked the door. Not wanting to but having no other option, I got off his lap and started to put my costume back on.

“Dammit Samantha,” he swore frustrated as he began to dress. “I finally get to see you and already I have to go. I’m not ready to say good bye just yet, where are you off to? When does your plane take off? Maybe I could…”

“Senator, I’m all yours for however long you want, I have no other plans. I might even be on the same flight as yours, who knows. What do you suggest we do?” I said, grinning at him, my eyes filled with love for this man, letting him know I was willing to travel to the ends of the earth if that’s what it took to be with him.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

We quickly slipped into our clothes and Samantha straightened her disguise. We stood for a moment hand in hand looking each other over, ostensibly to make sure we were presentable, but also to look into each other's eyes once more. Now that I could see through her disguise, I had to laugh when thinking of my own gullibility. I squeezed her hands slightly and kissed her softly on the lips; we both let our lips linger for some sweet loving moments, the feelings of desire and love for each other passing from one to other and back.

“So what flight are you taking?” I asked.

“Let me see,” she said, rooting through the big red purse slung over her shoulder. Pulling out the ticket and checking it, she looked up at me. “Delta Flight 1488 to Northport at 2:27.”

“Oh, my god!” I said, looking pulling my own ticket from the pocket of my suit jacket. “Flight 1488 to Northport leaving at 2:27. Well, Miss McFinn, can I give you a ride to the airport?”

“Why, Senator Holmes” she laughed. “That is a most chivalrous offer. How could a girl turn down an offer like that?”

“Perhaps only if she knew what I was thinking and wasn’t really interested.”

“Oh, Senator Holmes,” she said, running her hands up to my neck and straightening my tie. “I know that whatever interests you on this flight will definitely interest me as well.”

We kissed and parted and straightened ourselves, nodding when we were satisfied, and I strode over and unlocked the door. Johnny was fidgeting just outside. He tapped his watch when he saw us emerge from the office.

“Johnny, it turns out that Miss McFinn is taking the same flight to Northport that we are. I’m sure we have enough time to swing by her hotel to pick up her bags.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Samantha, er, Miss McFinn interjected. “Everything I need is packed in here,” she remarked patting her large red purse.

“Well, shall we?” I asked, winking and holding out my arm for her to take.

It was a fun group, Johnny and Annie and Kyle and of course Miss McFinn all ensconced in the limo. The others insisted that Miss McFinn sit next to me during our drive. Feeling her so close to me, our hips and shoulders rubbing together, our thighs touching with each bump, made my heart pound. Here, just minutes ago we had been making the sweetest love together, and now we were beside each other under a completely different context.

My heart was pounding in my chest and as I glanced over at her, I was reassured that she felt much the same way. Each time my eyes closed, I pictured her stretched out on the desk as I made love to her, or kneeling in front of me, sucking my cock. I felt my blood stir and my cock grow hard at the mere thought.

We were checked through and spent our time at the airport Starbucks chatting and exchanging campaign stories. I was impressed at how convincing Samantha was at playing the reporter, asking leading questions, making acerbic comments, and giving out this laugh, a strange phony laugh to me since I knew her so well, but very much in character. And yes, there were those moments when we two would look at each other, and she would drop her head and peer over her thick glasses, and I would feel the electricity snap back and forth between us. My god! How I much wanted this woman! And how much I wanted to finish what we had started earlier!

Finally the call was made to board our flight and we sorted ourselves out. Miss McFinn was seated in first class while the rest of us were in coach.

“The penalty we pay for being public servants!” Johnny lamented.

We shook hands quite formally as the first class passengers boarded first. Later as the rest of us shuffled through the first class compartment on the way to our seats, Samantha reached out to me since I was last in line. “I think this seat is empty,” she whispered. “Maybe I can do something to get you up here.” She smiled and gave me a knowing wink. My, god! How I loved this woman, I thought, as I followed the others back.

Soon after takeoff for our flight of little more than an hour, the attendant approached me with a beautiful smile.

“Senator Holmes?” she asked enticingly.

“Yes?”

“We don’t normally allow this, but there is a reporter up in first class who saw you board, and she is very persistent that I ask if you would be interested in being interviewed.”

“Is that Tara McFinn?” I asked. "We had talked earlier this morning."

“Why, yes. Do you know her?” the attendant remarked.

“Oh, yes. I know her well,” I said. “But I’d be glad to join her. Anything to get the campaign message out.”

“Well then come this way if you please, Senator,” she smiled.

“Well, John-Boy,” I cracked. “Maybe being a public servant isn’t all that bad.”

Johnny reached up and grabbed my lapel as I got up. “Just don’t give away the store,” he said.

“That, my man,” I remarked. “Is the farthest thing from my mind right now.”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I smiled watching him follow the stewardess lead him to where I was sitting and the grin on his face told me he was thinking the same things as I was.

“Thank you for joining me, Senator. I was hoping we could finish up our interview, that is if you don’t mind.” I said grinning at him.

“I don’t mind at all, Ms. McFinn.” He said as he sat down next to me. “It would be my pleasure to continue where we left off.”

“Call me Tara, Senator. I’m not much on formalities.”

The stewardess took our drink order and I found it hard to not just reach over and kiss him, but I restrained myself, knowing I had to remain disguised, at least until we were able to be alone again.

“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?” Robby leaned over and whispered to me after the stewardess left. I felt his hand on my knee, slowly working the hem of my dress up until his fingertips graze my skin.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you to do those things you’re thinking?” I whispered, my skin tingling at the softness of his touch.

My dress was now pulled up just a little above the knees, not indecently, and he removed his hand to take our drinks from the stewardess as she returned. After setting our drinks down, and being left alone, his hand returned again to my leg. I turned slightly in my seat without being too obvious, as his hand slowly traveled up my leg, under my dress and I felt his fingertips brushing against the insides of my thighs. I was already beginning to tingle all over with the feel of his hand and wanted so much to reach over and touch him, but was unable to do so.

“So, you were asking me about my strategies, were you not, Tara?” He said in a low voice, his grin told me that he was enjoying teasing me and seeing how it was affecting me. I gasped softly as I felt his fingertips brush ever so lightly against my panties, and it was all I could do to just sit there, squirming slightly and smile at him.

“Yes, uhm your strategies, Senator. I would like to hear more about them.” I replied, keeping my eyes directed at his, while his fingers now slipped beneath my panties and brushed against my moist pussy.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

“Now as you may or may not know,” I remarked in a low formal voice as my fingertips slipped underneath her little panties and touched her pussy. “I am the kind of man who when he sees something that he wants, goes out and gets it, taking matters into his own hands if necessary.”

“Oh, yes, Senator,” she replied as she scooted her hips closer to me and parted her thighs just a bit. “I have a real good feeling about the kind of man you are.”

“And you may call me Robby if you wish,” I suggested. “It sounds less formal than Senator.”

I had noticed that the seats opposite us were empty, in fact the first class cabin was only half-filled, and I tried to take advantage of the situation without drawing too much undue notice. It wasn’t hard to see her reaction to my hand and fingers through the disguise. I lightly drew the tip of my middle finger up and down the slit of her pussy that was grower damper with each touch. She managed to ask some leading questions and I did my best to give back some suggestive answers, which only made it worse for her.

It was difficult to keep touching her this way since her panties kept slipping back over her, so I grabbed them by the crotch and began to pull them downward. She shifted her hips so that they snapped down past her hips and when I got them down to her knees, she looked around and slipped them off the rest of the way. As she went to tuck them into her purse I snatched them from her hand and slipped them into my jacket pocket.

“Didn’t I tell you, Tara, that I am an inveterate souvenir hunter?”

“You must show me your collection something,” she replied.

Now that she sat in her frumpy gray dress without any panties, I eased my hand back up her leg while we carried on our diversionary conversation. This was such great fun teasing her this way, yet it wasn’t as though it didn’t have an effect on me too. When my fingers returned to her pussy this time bare and waiting, I wasted no time in finding her moist opening with my forefinger and her clit with my thumb. As I slowly worked my hand on her, I could tell by the way her cheeks were becoming flushed that she was going to have an increasingly more difficult time with her questions.

“So, Robby, tell me how do you like to, um, keep in touch with your constituents?” she sighed hoarsely, her hips slowly grinding against my hand.

“Like I said, I’m a hands-on politician and I like to get out and press the flesh as often as possible.”

“Taking trips like this?”

“Oh, yes, trips like this can often lead to great discoveries,” I said as a second finger joined the first inside her.

She was squirming noticeably, her breathing picking up, and a small urgent gasp escaped from her mouth when my thumb rubbed her clit vigorously.

“Oh, Robby!” she gasped. “I’m sure that the voters appreciate your level of personal contact. I’m quite sure of it.”

When the touch of my hand got too much for her she reached down and grabbed my wrist through the skirt of her dress, holding me in place unmoving. I could feel her hips shaking and saw her bite her lip.

“Maybe it’s time for a trip to the restroom,” I whispered, leaning over toward her. “Why don’t you go ahead first and I’ll join you in a minute?”

“Robby,” she exclaimed, looking around and blushing. She looked surprised but then her desire took over and she nodded.

“Well, here let me get out of your way, Tara,” I said, rising up from my seat so she could slip into the aisle way.

I watched as she swiveled her way up the aisle to the first class restroom and made sure to see which one she entered. I waited a minute or so before following her, remembering how small airplane restrooms were, and smiling at the naughty thoughts flashing through my head. I noticed that the seats near the restroom were empty and wasted no time opening the door and stepping inside.

Samantha had already removed the baggy dress and stood half naked, her back to me. When I slipped inside and locked the door, she turned to face the mirror and I moved with her. My hands quickly ran around her waist and up toward her breasts. I could see her reflection in the mirror and saw that she was looking right at me with a heavy lidded look of lust.

“Oh, god, Robby! Join the club!”

As my hands reached her breasts and pulled the cups of her bustier away, he own hands slipped back behind her and rubbed against me. I instantly felt my cock grow hard and my desire for her ignited. I kissed her neck and shoulder and cupped her breasts, fingering the nipples and pinching them lightly.

“Oh, Sam! I need you so badly!” I whispered into her ear and she drew down my zipper and reached inside to pull me out.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

As he grabbed my panties and pulled them down letting me slip them off, a growing sense of adventure and excitement went through me, especially when he slipped my panties into his pocket. I was fascinated each time we were together, loving every moment that we shared discovering new things about each other.

His fingers at my pussy, made me gasp and I couldn’t help but squirm, arching towards him while he continued to talk, yet obviously aware of my growing excitement. Soon I could stand it no longer, I knew any minute I was going to cry out in pleasure letting everyone on the plane no exactly what we were doing and I put my hand on top of his wrist, stopping him.

“Maybe it’s time for a trip to the restroom,” he whispered, leaning over toward me. “Why don’t you go ahead first and I’ll join you in a minute?”

“Robby.” A blush came across my face and yet I felt excitedly warm all over at what he was suggesting. Damn I wanted him, needed him and without further hesitation walked to the restroom. As soon as I got in there, I immediately took off the dress, I was aroused beyond belief and couldn’t wait for him to come to me.

Facing the mirror with my back to him as he walked in, I could see the look of lust and desire on his face and immediately he pulled my bustier down releasing my breasts, his hands thrilled me with each touch. I pressed back against him, my hand dropping in back of me grasping his hard erection through his pants.

“Oh, Sam! I need you so badly!”

“I need you too, so much!” I whispered while my hand undid the zipper of his pants and took his hard cock out stroking it and I heard him gasp softly. Releasing him and leaning over closer to the mirror, I spread my legs invitingly for him as I pressed and rubbed my backside against him. “Make love to me Robby, I can’t wait any longer.”

“Oh God, Sam!” He said in a low moan and I could hear the desire in his voice as he rubbed himself along the cheeks of my ass before I felt the tip of his cock at my moist entrance.

I arched, pushing myself against him as he slowly entered me, the moist warm inner walls of my pussy grasping around his cock drawing him in more. The warm fingers of his one hand played and teased my sensitive nipples while his other hand now reached around in front of me, rubbing my already swollen and hard clit as he pressed me closer against him. Slowly he began to thrust and my body quivered with the feel of him inside me, touching me all over, I gasped softly meeting his thrusts.

And here in the small cramped restroom of an airplane, high in the air, with me disguised as a reporter, we made love once again lost in our passion for one another. Whether it was all the conditions that added to the overwhelming excitement and urgency, or that it had just been so long since we had been together, or the combination, it felt almost as if it were the first time our bodies melted and danced with each other in this way. My heart was pounding so hard, I was sure it could be heard all around.

He steadily increased his rhythm, driving harder and deeper inside me, I felt his desire and urgency matching my own, the warmth of our bodies pounding against each other with a fierce urgency. He could feel my body begin to shake and tremble as my orgasm approached, my moans becoming louder and I bit hard on my bottom lip, trying to quiet myself, overwhelmed with emotions.

“Oh Rob…” I started to cry out not able to help myself any longer and I felt his hand cover my mouth to quiet me, his other hand at my hip as he thrust harder. His hand thankfully stifled my moaning while my orgasm swept through me and I felt his cock swell deep inside me. His mouth was kissing my neck then biting into my shoulder as he came with a force that matched my own, both of us shaking and trembling. Having been apart for so long, our climax seemed endless, our hearts racing, our breath gasping as we felt wave after wave of pleasure throughout our bodies.

Finally we calmed some and his hand came away from my mouth, his teeth letting go of my shoulder and with his cock still deep inside me, he hugged me to him, his head resting against me. Neither of us could express what we were feeling at that very moment, but without words both of us understood. Then looking up in the mirror, I saw the tiny trickle of blood at my shoulder at the same time he reached to get a tissue to wipe it away.

“Sorry, I was just …” He started to say as he withdrew from me but I turned around in his arms, my arms wrapping themselves around his neck.

“I love you so much Robby!” I whispered and brought my lips to his passionately.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

“And I love you too, Samantha,” I whispered in a low voice as I dabbed at the blood on her shoulder and kissed it. “Hope that makes it feel better.”

“Mmm, it does already, hun,” she said, her arms never leaving me, her eyes looking my face all over as if trying to map it or memorize it.

“What are you thinking, babe?” I asked.

“Just wondering when I’ll see you again,” she said with a sad face and a tear in her eye. “I just never want to leave you.”

“I know how you feel,” I replied after kissing away her tears. “Because I feel the same way. In a couple of months, this will all be behind us and we can do something about our situation.”

The energy and feeling from our lovemaking still coursed hotly through me. I wanted to feel close to her, I wanted to have hope for a future with her, and stuffed into this cramped restroom, the gentle swaying and bumping of the aircraft reminding us of just where we were, seemed to fulfill those desires. I boosted her up onto the tiny vanity and we kept up our embrace as long as we dared, touching each other tenderly, and looking at each other lovingly.

“I think we had better get back now, Sam,” I said softly, giving her another kiss, one that might have to last a long time. I arranged my clothes with her help and let my hand caress her cheek once more. “I wish I could stay and help.”

“Knowing you, it wouldn’t be any help at all!” she laughed.

I slowly edged the door open, and seeing no one around, slipped outside and returned to the seat next to Sam, er, Miss McFinn. It was several minutes before she returned, walking slowly down the aisle way, perfectly in disguise, but with a smile that, in my eyes at least, belied the persona of her alter ego. For a second she seemed surprised to see me, perhaps thinking that I had returned to my own seat in coach. But she sat confidently and we resumed our “interview” replete with as many sexual innuendoes and double entendres as we could devise.

When the pilot turned on the seatbelt light and announced that we were beginning our descent, I reached my hand over and took Samantha’s in mine. I enjoyed the feel of her hand inside mine, her fingers curling around my own. After we had landed and gathered ourselves up to debark, I smiled and leaned over toward Miss McFinn.

“I love you, Baby!” I whispered.

“Why, Senator,” she remarked in her best Tara McFinn voice. “You just know how to say the nicest things to a girl.

I turned around and saw Johnny, Annie, and Kyle moving up the aisle way.

“Well, I am so very glad that we had this time to talk, Miss McFinn,” I remarked loudly. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I.”

“Oh, Senator Holmes, I’m sure that this is one case where the pleasure was mutual and lasting.”

We parted at the curbside and I held the door for her and watched her slip into a cab and then pull away. With the campaign moving into full gear there wouldn’t be anytime to be with her. I needed to check with my lawyer and I wanted also to call Stevie Hobbs for an update on his progress. But when I reached my hand into my jacket pocket to pull out some change for a tip, I felt the lacy little pair of red panties inside, still damp from her, and I clutched them tightly, wondering about the next time I would see her, and feeling the love for her grow with each thought.

“I’ll get that,” Johnny said, slipping the porter a couple of dollars. He looked at me closely. “Say is there anything wrong?”

“Not a thing, my man. Not a single thing!” I replied with a smile. “Now what’s next on the agenda?”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

Riding away in the cab, I wondered when we would be able to be together again, wishing he were with me right now. I pulled off the wig, shaking my hair loose and took the glasses off putting them in my purse, happy at how well my little disguise had worked and that we had at least had this time together. I smiled, laughing to myself, remembering my panties in his pocket, and I sure hoped he remembered and didn’t take them out at an inopportune time.

I reached my office and as it was late, everyone else had already gone home for the day. I decided to catch up on a few things while I was there so that I would not have to come back until after the weekend. I started sorting through the mail, determining which could wait until my father return and which needed to be addressed right away. I hadn’t been there long when my phone rang and I was surprised that someone would call the office this late, considering they usually called on my cell phone if they were looking for me.

“Hello, this is Samantha Davis, can I help you?”

“Nice disguise, but it won’t help you.” My mysterious caller said with a harsh deliberate tone and I immediately felt cold.

“Who is this? Why do you keep calling me?” I finally managed to say, although I’m sure the caller could hear the anxiety in my voice as much as I tried to hide it.

“Time is running our, get rid of them.” The voice said and hung up. There was no doubt that there was anger in his tone, but I still could not place the caller. This was now becoming frightening and I sat there realizing that whoever this person was had to have been watching me. I thought again about what Paul and Helen had said, and about how Richard Thompson was trying to discredit Robby. I decided it was time I told him about the phone calls so that if this were true he would know how to handle it. It angered me that Richard Thompson would stoop this low, but it did not surprise me at what levels some people would go to get what they wanted.

It was early morning by the time I got back to the ranch, and I was exhausted. I checked messages and saw that Robby had called and my heart sank having not been there to talk to him. His message let me know several of his plans for the next few days and that I should not worry if he didn’t get in touch with me. He had several banquets and charity events he was speaking at that may run late and being the considerate loving man that he was, he didn’t want to wake me up in the middle of the night or disturb me over the weekend when I was with the children.

My heart was filled with love just hearing his voice and his concern, yet I was extremely disappointed that I had missed the call. I really wanted to talk to him about my strange phone calls and I picked up the phone, thinking I would call his cell phone and tell him. Then I stopped myself, thinking he would probably think I was being foolish and I probably was. I decided to just wait and tell him the next time I talked to him.

I went to my bedroom, stripped off my clothes, smiling again at the fact that Robby had my panties. I took a nice hot shower and then slipped naked between the cool sheets, hugging my pillow as I drifted off to sleep. I tossed and turned all night; my dreams mixed with thoughts of Robby, my daughter Rena and my mysterious caller.

The next several days went by fast and I enjoyed the time with the small group of children. Unfortunately, the phone calls continued at the house and the messages continued to threaten and scare me.

At the beginning of the week, there was a cool fresh breeze blowing and I put my robe on and taking the phone with me, I sat outside on the balcony. It was already getting late, but I hoped that I would hear from Robby. When the phone finally rang, my heart raced and I felt almost giddy with excitement.

“Is that you, lover?” I asked not bothering to look at the caller id.

“Now that’s an idea. Get them off my ass or it will be me you’re fucking.” The mysterious caller said and hung up. My breathing stopped for a minute and I felt a chill wash over my body, my emotions were filled with a growing sense of apprehension as to who this caller was and what he wanted. The phone rang again and I almost jumped out of my seat and after letting it ring several times, I finally answered it.

“Who are you? What is it you want from me?” I answered hastily, my voice mixed with fear and anxiety.

“Samantha, baby, it’s me. What’s wrong?” Robby said, obviously concerned at how I answered the phone.

“Oh Robby, you have no idea how glad I am that it’s you.” I sighed with relief, but it was obvious to him that I was upset and I began to tell him about the phone calls including the last one that I had.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

“My god! Why didn’t you tell me about them before,” I asked, as Samantha told me of the threatening phone calls that had been plaguing her for several weeks. I knew who it was the moment she told me but was unsure if I should let her know my suspicions. I hadn’t wanted to say anything to her about it, but that was before I knew that he might be harassing her. Then I remembered back to our last morning together at her ranch and the call she had attributed to a prank. I knew I had to say something. “Do you think that it might be your ex-husband?”

“Larry?” she said, questioningly. “I would think that I am the last one he would want to talk to.”

“I have a confession to make, Samantha,” I began, thinking that if her safety were at stake, she should at least be aware, and especially since a man who would kidnap a child from its mother might be tempted to do almost anything. “After you told me of Dick Thompson’s failed attempts to find Rena for you, I did a little checking around and talked to an old Army buddy of mine who works at the FBI. I asked him to look into your case and see if they might be able to locate him and your daughter. When I last spoke with him a couple days ago, they had him located and were putting together a plan to nab him. From the sound of it, he may be wise to their surveillance.”

“Oh, Robby, you didn’t have to do that,” she said, sounding a bit relieved. “But why didn’t you tell me? Something, anything about it?”

“I didn’t want to say anything because of your experience with Dick,” I said, now feeling kind of foolish for not having told her. Maybe I had wanted to surprise her about it and come off as some sort of hero. That thought made me feel doubly dumb. “I’m sorry, I should have said something earlier about it. But until the last few days, they weren’t absolutely certain that it was him.”

“Oh, Robby!” she exclaimed. “That is the best news I’ve heard in a long time! Is Rena okay? Where are they? What’s their plan?”

“Rena is all right from what they have been able to observe,” I said, and then began to explain what Stevie had told me about their location and the contingency plan, which wasn’t much. An idea occurred to me. “Since you have caller ID, maybe you could look up those numbers and I could forward them to our guys. They might be useful.” As she read off the numbers, I began to feel somewhat relieved. Maybe this will work out all right after all.

“Oh Robby, I don’t know how to thank you!” she gushed.

“Don’t thank anyone yet,” I cautioned her. “As long as he is out there somewhere with Rena, the job isn’t close to being done.”

“Well I am so very grateful for your help,” she said slowly. “You don’t know how painful it has been for me these past years, not knowing anything, nothing at all.”

“No, I don’t know exactly, but I could sense how you feel and hope we can get her back to you safely,” I said.

And as we continued to talk, I could feel her excitement at the prospect grow. We began to talk of our busy schedules. I related a few anecdotes from what Johnny had referred to as our County Fair Cow Milking Tour, a series of stops crisscrossing the state that we had just finished. It felt as if she had relaxed considerably from when she had first answered the phone. That I may have had something to do with it made me feel warm inside.

“It’s really great to hear the sound of your voice, Samantha,” I admitted.

“Same here, lover,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper.

“I am so lucky to have you in my life,” I said and then heard her giggle. “In fact I carry a reminder of it around with me wherever I go.”

“Oh, really?” she said. “And just what would that be?”

“Well you know how some people carry a shiny penny or a rabbit's foot for luck?" I said, as I reached my hand into my pocket. "Well," I said with a chuckle. "I carry a dainty little pair of red silk panties."

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

“You carry them around?” I giggled again, almost picturing him reaching in his pocket wherever he happened to be and I actually felt a blush come over my face. “You know Senator, most people generally run their hands over their good luck charm when they feel the need. I just can’t help but wonder what you’re thoughts would be running your hand over my panties.” I said with a soft teasing voice.

“Mmmm, very exciting thoughts, Miss Davis, along with some wonderful memories.”

“Oh really, well I’m having some really exciting thoughts right now as a matter of fact. I’m picturing what I might be wearing the night of the inaugural ball and what I may want to wear underneath by gown. And I’m wondering just how you might go about getting another souvenir, Senator.” I teased him, but he could sense the excitement building in my voice.

“My my, Miss Davis, such naughty thoughts from a lady.” He teased back. “Of course you do realize I could never give out all my strategies, but remember I am a hands on politician.”

“That hun, is something I hope never to forget!” I laughed softly. We continued to tease back and forth, arousing each other with our sex related innuendos. It was wonderful how we could talk about our deepest feelings and desires with each other, our thoughts or fantasy’s we each had or wanted to explore, without the inhibitions that so often closed those communications.

“I don’t want to say good night, baby, but it is getting late and we both have early days tomorrow.” He said softly, his voice filled with love.

“I never like saying good night either Robby. I’m just waiting for the time when we say good night in each other’s arms and hold each other all night long.”

“I’m looking forward to that to and remember until that time, I love you very much, Samantha.”

“I love you very much too, Robert. Good night.” I whispered and we finally hung up. I felt so much better having talked to him and finally was able to drift off to sleep, less anxious about my mysterious caller.

I couldn’t wait until I told Helen and Paul the great news about Rena, my heart filled with a new hope that I hadn’t felt in years. I also was filled with a new respect and deep love for the man that loved me enough to go to such lengths to make me happy. Helen and Paul were happy for me, but also tried to calm my excitement down, not wanting to see me get hurt if Rena wasn’t found. I also let them know that the phone calls were probably Larry, and that I wanted them to keep their eyes open around the ranch for anything out of the ordinary.

The next week was hectic for me with my father gone, several things had come up that needed attention right away and I had to spend most of the week in the city. I stayed at one of the suites our company owned during that time in order not to have to travel back and forth, my own apartment having been leased out an was unavailable.

I talked to Robby several times and during this time I let him know that the phone calls were more frequent and the numbers were different every time. I again gave him the list of numbers so that he could have his men check into it and find out what was going on. It was wonderful talking with him, but I could hear the weariness in his voice from all the energy being put into the campaign at this time. Both of us were looking forward to his homecoming and election night.

I went to the ranch for the weekend, but planned on going back to the city the first of the week. I talked to my father who was planning on being back the following week and I was actually relieved. I didn’t tell him about the phone calls or Rena, wanting not to raise his hopes in the event something went wrong. Monday morning, Helen and I went through things, making a list of things that we needed. The weekend had been a large group of children and our supplies were down dramatically. I decided to let them go to town and get what we needed and told them to spend an extra day or so visiting with their family which they enjoyed. Although a little leery to leave me alone, I reassured them that I would be fine and I was planning on doing some fall cleaning in the children’s bunk houses and the recreation building.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

We were just a few weeks away from the election and the schedule that Johnny had us on was a full mix of hectic and frantic. My day was a series of breakfast, luncheon, and dinner meetings sandwiched around six or eight public appearances. Factories, small towns, urban neighborhoods, churches, town halls, city parks, a few state parks, old folks homes, and more than a few veteran’s assembly halls as the settings. The faces came and went, the names flew by, but the crowds continued to come.

The numbers were growing. Each week at first but soon every day we got updates that showed Dick Thompson as falling behind. His campaign ads began to grow more strident and were full of mudslinging angles. We stayed the course and didn’t even acknowledge his desperate moves. We had agreed to a pair of debates, one held out state, and the other at the capitol city. The arrangement called for us to stand together before the debate and shake hands before moving behind our respective podiums. As we stood there with the cameras flashing away. I leaned over to Dick and smiled broadly.

“Say, Richard. I don’t suppose you have any idea what I have in my pocket right now.”

He looked at me quizzically, and said, “Hell no, and I don’t care.”

He tried to resume his pose and smile at the cameras, but I couldn’t resist smiling again broadly, feeling the dimples form in my cheeks and, as I nodded to the cameras, feel that damned lock of hair fall onto my forehead.

“I’m sure you don’t care,” I said through my smile. “But FYI it happens to be a pair of Samantha Davis’s love soiled panties.”

“The hell you said it!” he said loudly.

I felt his hand fall away from mine, and a look full of daggers try to burrow into me. I continued to smile and as we stepped to our places, and felt him continue to stare at me contemptuously. Throughout the entire debate he seemed to be off his game, stumbling over his answers, and looking oddly at me, all of which was seen clearly by the cameras in a less than flattering light.

Afterwards, when my staff reviewed the tapes and laughed about his image, Johnny sidled up to me and asked, “What the hell did you say to him?”

“Oh just something about his mother wearing combat boots,” I laughed.

The only thing that seemed to help keep me straight were my calls to Samantha, nearly on a nightly basis. She might be at her ranch or her place in the city, but every time brought me closer to where I wanted to be. Bone weary and dog tired from the day, I always felt rejuvenated when she talked with me and her laughter helped greatly to lighten my burden. The best news I had to tell her was when my lawyer told me that within a week maybe even a few days, my divorce would be finalized with a blessing from the judge.

“Oh, that is great news, Robby,” she said.

“I know and it makes me start counting the days until we can be together for real,” I replied, relishing this moment with her. “Now are you going to tell me what you’re wearing, or am I going to have to guess?”

“I love it when you guess,” she giggled. “Why don’t you try that?”

I groaned but went along with her wishes and we played that and a couple other games that night before hanging up. But it all made me think of how damned lucky I was to have her in my life. That somehow she would give me the strength to see this through and would be waiting for me when it was all over.

A week later, at the start of my final debate with Dick Thompson, we posed as before. There was a decided difference in his handshake, much firmer than ever before.

“So no wise crack, Mr. Holmes?” he remarked.

“Not tonight. I’m saving them for when the mics are live,” I answered.

“Well, then how’s this?” he said. “I’ve got a pair of your ex-wife’s panties in my pocket right now.”

“Richard, Richard, Richard,” I said. “If I didn’t know for sure you were lying, because she’d never give them up to the likes of you, I could kiss you full on the lips.”

And the rest of the debate went the same way as the first one including his dumbfounded looks from his side of the stage. Except that as I exited and pulled my cell phone from my pocket, there was a message from Stevie Hobbs. When I called him back it was obvious from the background sound that he was traveling.

“You’re breaking up, Stevie,” I said loudly into the phone. “What was that?”

“MacGregor’s on the move,” I heard him shout into the phone. “Looks like he’s headed toward their place in the country … the dude ranch. We’ve got a detail heading that way and I’m following up.”

Oh, my god! I thought to myself. After hanging up with Stevie, I called Sam’s number but there was no answer.

“Are we through for the night?” I quickly asked Johnny.

“Yeah. But we have a meeting tomorrow at ten with the UAW,” he replied. “Why, what’s up?”

“There is something I have to do, and do now,” I replied, heading straight for the door.