Primary Ambitions

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

No panties, eh? I thought to myself as I watched Samantha’s beautiful naked body disappear into the bathroom. She couldn’t be serious, I thought. After all she would be dressed for churchgoing. A teddy perhaps? Just the thought of her dressed in some sexy lingerie was enough to make my cock twitch and throb. Who’s dumb idea was it that I start dinner while she bathed? I chuckled to myself. While I picked out some dry clothes to put on, I could hear her drawing the bathwater and humming a Christmas tune.

I fished around in the back of my underwear drawer and found my favorite old red silk boxers with a holiday theme of crisscrossed candy canes. I remembered how Allison used to call them gross and would turn away, and then chuckled when thinking of how Samantha would smile when seeing me in them and the lustful look in her eyes while pulling them off of me.

I pulled on the boxers, carefully tucking my still firm cock inside, chuckling at the obvious bulge it made. I slipped into a crisply pressed pair of dark slacks and a freshly laundered white shirt. I picked out the tie and jacket to wear and laid them out on the bed. I heard Samantha splashing in the tub still humming. Moving over to the bathroom door, I stuck my head inside. She was sitting in the tub, passing a wet wash cloth over her arm.

”Don’t be in too much of a hurry, Sam,” I called out. “When I get things started in the kitchen, I’ll be back in to wash your back.”

“Mmm, that would be very nice, Senator,” she replied. “Just make sure you bring your friend back with you too.”

“Friend?” I asked, puzzled by what she meant. But when she gestured toward me, I looked down and saw the bulge in my pants. “Oh, that friend. I don’t he’s going anywhere with you around here. You have a way of keeping his um, attention.”

“Oh, really,” she giggled. She arched her back, bringing her firm wet breasts to the surface through the layer of bubbles. “Would little old me do something like that?”

“Definitely,” I laughed and then had to duck back out of the room when she began to lick her lips suggestively.

I could hear her laugh all the way down the hall as I went into the kitchen. Maybe by concentrating on dinner, I could relive the throbbing in my pants. Opening up the fridge, I pulled out what I needed to make a special Christmas Eve dinner. I sliced off some nice section of beef tenderloin to make filets and sprinkled on some seasoning. I got the large skillet filled with shortening and began to heat it up as I sliced up the potatoes for homemade fries. By the time I had some broccoli cut up and ready to steam, the kids began to wander in to see what I was up to.

“It figures you guys show up when all the work is done,” I chided them. “Tell you what, why don’t you make a salad and heat up the soup we made yesterday. When the pot is hot enough, put the potatoes in, okay?” I looked from Rob to Tricia to Rena and back again. They looked at each other and I have expected them to come up with some sort of excuse, but Rob spoke up first.

“Yeah, we can do that,” he said, calmly looking at the girls. “Right?” They both nodded.

“Salad, soup, and spuds, okay?” I said, handing duties off to them. It wasn’t exactly an overwhelming response, but as they started to pitch in, they began to laugh and talk lightly. As I slipped the broiler pan into the oven, the image of Samantha in the tub came to mind. “I’ll be right back kids,” I said wiping my hands.

“Where are you going?” Rena asked.

“I have to check on your Mom,” I answered, ducking quickly out of the kitchen.

“I think he likes her,” I heard her say as I went back down the hall.

Sam was still in the tub, reclining so that only her head and neck was above the bubbles. She rose up when I slipped inside the bathroom.

“A girl could turn into a prune waiting for you to wash her back,” she said with a smile.

“Well, I had to enlist some reserves to take over in the kitchen.”

“Good.”

I took up the washcloth and soap, worked up some suds, and began to wash her back. She leaned forward lazily and gave me free run over her backside. As I moved the cloth over her relaxed body, my fingers pressed into her muscles, massaging her gently.

“Ooo, Senator, this was worth the wait,” she sighed as she surrendered to the motion of my touch.

“Good things usually are,” I said, pushing the cloth up to her shoulders and neck. I took her arm and held it up so that I could wash along the side of her back, my fingertips flirting with the jiggling curve of her breast.

“You keep doing that and I may not be able to wait much longer,” she moaned as I did the same on her other side. “And if you brought … um, your friend back with you … I may be forced to do something drastic.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to be a nice guy and wash your back,” I replied, rinsing out the cloth and then slowly rinsing her back off.

“But you are also turning me on, Robby,” she moaned as I let the water cascade down over her breasts.

“And is that so bad?” I asked as I squeezed the cloth and let the water run over her back again.

“Not at all,” she said, turning toward me and raising her wet hands to my face. “Not one bit.” She pulled me to her and kissed me deeply and passionately, a low growl rising up from deep within her.

“But, Sam … I’m almost dressed … and you’re all wet … and I have to get the filets started soon,” I said in between her strong wet kisses.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

“Well as for me being wet, Robby,” I replied and stood up in the tub with my back still to him. I could feel my nipples tingling and harden once out of the water. “If you’d get me a towel, I’ll finish rinsing so I can dry off.”

“Uhm…sure, babe.” He muttered slowly standing up. I reach behind, taking the wash cloth from his hand and saw his eyes filled with desire.

I turned away, a smile on my face and bent down filling the rag with water and caressed it slowly down each leg rinsing the bubbles off. After soaking the wash cloth again, I parted my legs and twisted, rubbing the cloth slowly over my ass and squeezed the rag so the water ran down my legs.

“No more bubbles now, Robby?” I asked innocently with a smile, noticing the tent in his slacks.

“No… uh…there’s no more bubbles.” He replied while stepping close to the tub holding the towel with his hands held out.

“Oh really? Seems I thought there was.” I said, stepping out of the tub and into his arms where he wrapped the towel around me. “A rather large one at that, maybe I need to check and see what I can do about this one.” I ran my dry hand up and down the front of his pants, feeling how stiff they were becoming.

“Samantha, I am almost dressed…” He said with a slow groan and began backing away from me, not wanting to get wet.

“Your clothes are not a problem, Senator.” I said softly with a wicked grin on my face. I kept moving closer to him while I dried myself, keeping my eyes on him.

“Sam…the fillets…” He replied without sounding very convincing and now was standing backed against the vanity, unable to move any more.

“The fillets can wait just a little longer. I believe, getting you to relax and relieving some pressure is much more important, right now.” I said softly and dropped the towel to the floor.

I gave him a long wet kiss while my hands unzipped his slacks and released his stiff member from them. I stroked him with both hands, curling one hand around him and pushing the skin down, circling the tip of his cock with my fingers. He let out a soft moan as we kissed while his hands combed through my hair and clasped around the back of my neck. I stooped down to kneel in front of him and licked up and down, swirling my tongue all along his cock, licking up the precum already on his tip. He trembled, moaning again, and I smiled up at him seeing how very aroused he was. Drawing him slowly into my mouth, I felt his hands clutch in my hair and press against the back of my head. I began making love to his cock, sucking and releasing, caressing and gently squeezing his sacks.

“Oh God Sammy…” He groaned, leaning back on the vanity with his one hand holding tightly to it and his other hand pumping my head faster. I sucked him in deeper, faster, my head steadily moving up and down with my breasts bouncing and slapping against his thighs. He bucked his hips, thrusting in and out of my mouth, sliding down my tongue to hit the back of my throat until I felt his balls tighten. His body jerked, he cried out and his hand pulled at my hair and I felt him exploding down my throat. I continued to lick and slurp his delicious cream, not missing a drop, until he finally began to calm and I had swallowed every last bit. Tucking him back in his pants, noticing now the red shade of his boxers having not really seen them and zipped him back up. I couldn’t help but wonder what they looked like and an excited smile came across my face. I put my arms around him, and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Mmmmm, that was just the appetizer I needed.” I said softly.

“Damn, Samantha, I love you!” He said passionately and embraced me, crushing his lips to mine. I felt the warmth of his body even through his clothes and I placed my hand on his heart, feeling it beating rapidly.

“I love you too Robby.” I whispered back, giving him another warm and wet kiss before breaking away from his embrace. “And now that some pressure is off, you better go take care of those fillets and I best get dressed. I have a feeling we’re going to need the energy for later tonight.” I smiled walking away from him, intentionally swaying my ass.

“I think you mean I’m going to need the energy.” He replied with a gulp, adjusting his clothes and then came up behind me while I was pulling the silk green lace bustier from the bag in the suitcase. He kissed the back of my neck and gave me a slap on my ass and leaned looking over my shoulder. “Mmmm, what is that I see?”

“Oh no Robby, no peaking.” I giggled, feeling his breath tickling my neck. I quickly pushed the bustier back in the bag, knowing he most likely only got a glimpse of the color, and maybe some lace. I turned around, still naked, and leaned my body against his. “You know, if you don’t leave soon, there is a good chance we are going to be in this room the remainder of Christmas Eve.”

“As much as I would love that, Samantha, I know 3 kids that wouldn’t be too happy about that.” He said and gave me a quick kiss. “I’m leaving now, so you better hop to it and get ready, dinner won’t be long.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be ready, but will you?” I teased him, giggling as he left the room, shutting the door after him.

I proceeded to dress, smiling with warm happy thoughts of him floating through my mind. I slipped on the green corset feeling it hug tightly to all the curves of my body and rolled the stockings up my smooth legs, attaching them to the garters. I took the matching green slip and pulled it over my head, letting it fall down and my body trembled slightly, the feel of it against my skin sent a shiver down my spine. I went back to the vanity, lightly put on some make up and ran a brush through my hair. Afterwards I put on my gray, almost silver, cashmere mid calf length skirt and sweater, high heels and sprayed lightly with perfume.

“Mmmmm, something smells really delicious. Dinner ready yet?.” I said walking out to the kitchen, up behind him while he was just putting the fillets on the table. The kids had just sat down at the table, laughing and talking between themselves.

“Mommy, you look really nice.” Rena said right away when I walked in.

“Thanks honey and you look really special too in your new dress.” I said smiling at Rena and then directed my attentions to Rob and Tricia. “You two look very nice too. And dinner looks wonderful, seems your father has worked really hard at making this special dinner.”

“He helped a little.” Rob chuckled, looking down at his plate and not at us.

“Sit down Sam, we’re all hungry and have been waiting on you.” Robby said with a teasing smile on his face, holding out my chair for me. “We didn’t have appetizers before dinner.“ He whispered in my ear, not letting anyone else hear.

“So is everyone ready for tonight?“ I asked, sitting down, trying to hide the smile that came across my face with Robby’s comment.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

”We sure are,” Rena exclaimed excitedly, understandably since she was the youngest kid.

“So what all do you have planned for us tonight, Daddy?” Tricia asked.

“No big plans, Honey,” I replied. “After dinner there’s a candlelight service at the National Cathedral. I thought afterwards we could maybe take one of those carriage rides around the Mall and downtown. Maybe come back here for hot cocoa and cheesecake.”

“When do you guys open presents?” Rena asked.

“Dad always makes us wait until after breakfast on Christmas Day,” Rob grumbled.

“Not always,” I said trying to laugh. “Why? When do you usually open yours?”

“A long time ago when we went to Grandpa’s house, we used to open the ones from family on Christmas Eve, then ” Rena replied. “Remember Mama?”

“Yes I do, Sweetie,” Samantha replied, her eyes looking just a bit teary. “But we’re guests here and we should do as they usually do.”

“That’s okay, Samantha,” I said, reaching my hand over to pat her thigh under the table. “Since you two are the closest to family that we have here this year, maybe we can sort of merge our traditions.”

“What do you mean?” Tricia asked.

“Well, maybe you can open one or two things tonight after we get home,” I suggested.

“That would be cool,” Rob said.

The girls echoed his sentiments. Samantha looked over at me and smiled. As she continued to eat I let my hand remain on her thigh, moving it slowly just a bit up and down. As my fingers glided over the cushy cashmere of her skirt, I could feel the garter and top of her stocking that graced the soft flesh of her leg and gently squeezed. I felt her squirm just a bit and look over at me sharply.

“So how’s your filet?” I asked, leaning over in her direction.

“Medium rare, just the way I love it,” she answered. “You all did such a great job with the dinner. It’s all so delicious!”

“Thank you,” Tricia said with a smile. “It was really all Daddy’s idea. We just helped him.”

“All of this and he cooks too?” Samantha said, placing her hand for a moment underneath the table, on top of mine.

“My Dad’s just full of surprises,” Rob bragged.

“So I’m finding out,” she replied, giving my hand a squeeze.

We retrieved our hands from her thigh and finished our dinners. I tried to keep my hands to myself, but when Rob and I finished first, I set my napkin up on the table and returned my hand to Samantha’s leg. As we sat and talked about Christmases past, I continued to move my hand slowly up and down her thigh. When I reached her knee, I circled her kneecap and brought my hand back up, my fingertips teasing the tender inner side of her thigh. When I reached the top and felt the heat radiating from between her legs I fought off the temptation to reach down and touch her. I loved the look she shot in my direction, as if part of her wanted to discourage me while the other part wanted me to continue.

“So what is your favorite Christmas memory, Dad?” Rob asked me.

“Other than the ones we are making this year,” I began. “I’d have to say it was the second year I was overseas. My outfit was lucky enough to be in camp on Christmas Day and your Great Aunt Margaret sent me a big old box of her homemade peanut butter cookies. I had enough to share with some of my buddies. Just the taste of them made me remember the times I had stayed with her as a kid. It was really sweet of her.”

By this time the girls had pretty well finished their dinners, so we took turns sharing memories. Each one of the kids talked about a favorite Christmas toy they remembered. Samantha told us about when her father made her little girl dream come true one year when he gave her a real pony.

“Your father actually gave you a pony?” Tricia remarked. “See Daddy. I told you that did so happen in real life.” She looked from me over at Samantha. “Daddy used to tell me that it was just a fairy tale of little girls getting ponies for Christmas or their birthday.”

“I was a lucky little girl though, Trish,” Sam replied. “But now that we are all finished, maybe we should get working on these dirty dishes.” She rose up from the table and began to collect the plates and silverware.

“No, no, no,” I said taking her hand. “Not while you’re a guest and dressed up so beautifully.”

“That’s right,” Tricia said, taking up where Samantha left off. “Why don’t you and Daddy go relax by the tree while we kids clean up.”

“Hey!” Rob protested.

“Feel her forehead, Rob. I do believe she’s ill!” I chuckled.

Samantha and I did take up her offer and strolled together into the living room, where I poured us each a little snifter of Grand Marnier. As I handed her a glass, we clinked them together.

“To Christmases past,” I toasted.

“And to Christmases present,” she countered.

“And how about to Christmases yet to come?” I added.

“I’ll drink to that,” she giggled. “And many more.”

We each took a sip and our lips met in a light kiss, flavored by the liqueur. I set my glass down on the table and took Samantha into my arms, letting my hands sweep up and down the lovely curves of her back from her shoulders down to her ass and back again. She felt so soft and warm in the supple cashmere that I didn’t want to let go. Especially when I felt a hint of the silk and lace she was wearing underneath. I felt her free hand slip around my back and pull me closely to her.

We stood silently for several minutes in the flickering glow of the Christmas tree lights, letting the look in each of our eyes do all our talking. As the sounds of The Christmas Waltz flowed from the radio and with our bodies fit together so closely, we began to move slowly to the music, not dancing exactly, but more simply lost in the rush of deep feelings that we had come to share.

“Ahem,” Rob coughed from the doorway as he came into the living room.

“Hey,” I said, letting Samantha loose from my arms and picking up my drink.

The girls followed him in soon afterwards and we sat for a short while before getting ready for the church service. Gathering in the foyer before leaving, it felt almost like we were a complete family, much more so for me than the last few years. As I helped Sam into her fur coat, I couldn’t resist nuzzling my face up to her and whispering, “You smell good enough to eat, Sweetheart.”

“Mmm, I hope that is that a promise, Senator,” she replied.

As we drove to the cathedral, we all commented on the number of beautiful lights that were turned on this night. There were a few familiar faces to greet as we made our way inside for the service. We were seated in a nice pew and the service started shortly thereafter. It was short and sweet, touching on the religious importance of Christmas, with a wonderful mix of music and the spoken word. I behaved myself for the most part, holding Sam’s hand through most of the service.

Near the end, we all stood to sing Silent Night and took up the small hand held candles that we had been given on the way in. The ushers then lit theirs from the candles on the altar and carried them down, lighting those of the worshippers on the end of the pews. It was fun to see the glowing looks on the faces of the children as we passed the flame along and the lights in the sanctuary were dimmed.

I was surprised when I heard Samantha sing, given her reluctance in the afternoon. Her voice was a lovely contralto and mixed well with my baritone. She smiled shyly when she realized that I was watching and listening to her, but then tilted her head back and began to sing louder.

Afterwards, we made our way out to the crisp air. The snowfall had tapered off and we decided to stroll around the block to where the carriage rides were offered. Surprisingly the line was rather short so we decided to go for it. When it was finally our turn, I helped Samantha and the girls up and then followed Rob into the open carriage. The evening air was somewhat chill, but fortunately, they had warm heavy lap blankets that we could cuddle up with, Rena between my kids in the front and Samantha and I seated in the back. With the clip-clop of the horse’s hooves to accompany us, we rolled off for our tour.

“Oh, this is so nice,” Samantha said as she snuggled up next to me. “The city looks so pretty tonight.”

“I thought you would enjoy it,” I remarked, slipping my arm around her so that she could cuddle up close. “A lovely ending to a perfect day.”

“And the day isn’t over quite yet either,” Samantha commented.

“I know,” I said softly, slipping my hand under the large heavy blanket to where it rested on near her waist. “Not yet.”

I could feel the warmth of her body through the thin leather of my driving gloves as I rubbed my hand over her belly and let it drift lower. Sam looked at me, not quite disapproving, then over at the kids. They were all looking up and around at all the lights and decorations. Rena and Tricia began to sing silly Christmas carols. Rob tried to look bored, but soon gave in and joined them.

Samantha rested her head on my shoulder and I leaned over and kissed her on the head, taking in the lovely scent of her perfume. My hand had other ideas, drifting down lower toward her hip and her thigh then over to the split between her legs. She reached for and grabbed my hand when I sent it down farther between her legs.

“Robby!” she whispered harshly.

“Just making sure you stay warm, Darling,” I protested.

“That doesn’t seem to be a problem when you’re around, you know,” she said.

“My only problem is keeping my hands warm,” I went on. Under cover of the large blanket I pulled my glove off.

“Robby …” she said as a warning, but then did nothing more when I sent my hand down over her leg and past her knee until it reached the hem of her skirt.

“It feels much warmer in here,” I said as I brought it quickly up under her skirt along her sleek stocking. She began to twitch a little as I reached the top of her stocking and my cool fingers touched the soft warm flesh of her thigh. “Yes, much warmer.”

“Robby …” she said in a sterner voice.

I looked over at the kids and could tell that they hadn’t noticed my little exploration. Samantha tried to clamp her legs together tightly to trap me, but I managed to glide my hand up all the way till I reached the warmest place of all. I could feel the warm silk of her slip and the warm folds of her pussy.

“Mmm, this feels real warm, Samantha,” I whispered. “Real warm.”

“Robby …”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

The cool touch of his fingers leisurely tracing my warm folds were shooting off small sparks throughout my body. I pressed my thighs together, trapping his hand there not so much to stop him, but enjoying the warmth he was arousing in me.

“Do I detect a bit of warm moisture?” He whispered while lightly running the tip of his finger up and down my slit.

“You are teasing me, Robby…” I whispered, squirming in my seat.

“Yes I am, and I can feel the affect my teasing is having on you too.” He replied softly, licking and nibbling at my earlobe. He then slid his finger inside my warmth and began caressing the very spot that was radiating the heat from my body.

“Oh…Robert…” I mumbled and my hips spontaneously arched to his hand. “You better…ahhh…” I moaned into his coat when he added another finger, continuing his slow caress deeper inside me. My pussy was becoming extremely wet and trembled around his fingers and I was beginning to forget where we were.

“Oh mom, look at those lights!” Rena exclaimed, and I instantly lifted my head to look where she was pointing.

“Ohhhh how beautiful.” I replied, halfway moaning from the intense stirrings I was now feeling.

I looked at Robby with a mixture of desperation and yearning on my face. He had quickly removed his hand, resting it on my lap and was looking at me apologetically, for having been interrupted before finishing what he had started. All three of the kids were now ewwwing and ahhing at the lights and decorations now that we had reached the part of town that sparkled gloriously with the magic of Christmas. We all were astounded at the beauty displayed all around us, admiring everything we saw. Robby and I kept exchanging knowing glances, his expression that of ‘I’m sorry, I honestly had other intentions’ and my expression that of ‘you are really going to get it for this’.

There was no other chance the rest of the ride to finish what was started, although we exchanged several warm hugs and kisses the rest of the way. All of us were filled with the joy of Christmas from the carriage ride, the lights and the music that seemed to surround us on this special night. When we returned back to his place, we were all smiling and the kids went directly to the Christmas tree trying to decide on which gift they each wanted to open.

“I’m going to make it up to you baby.” Robby whispered in my ear, embracing me.

“Don’t you know it.” I whispered back with a stern, but teasing voice. I put my arms around his neck and with my finger lifted his chin so that he could see that we were standing beneath the mistletoe that hung from the light. I then pulled him too me, kissing him with a passion that gave him an idea of what was to come. We went and sat down together on the couch where he put his arm around me resting it on my shoulder.

“Cool Dad, thanks. I’ve been wanting to try out this program. I‘m surprised you were able to get it.” Rob said sincerely surprised and excited when he opened the gift he had picked out. It was obvious he appreciated what his father had given him.

“Oh Daddy, this is beautiful. Will you help me put it on?” Tricia exclaimed holding the dainty gold bracelet he had gotten her out to him.

“I’m glad you like it honey. As soon as I saw it, I knew it belonged on someone as pretty as the bracelet is.” Robby replied smiling, clasping the bracelet around her wrist.

“Oh dad, don’t get all mushy now.” Tricia said, and I smiled seeing the blush come over her face knowing how her fathers words had just affected her.

“Mommy this is the same doll I wanted in the store. I thought you said they didn’t have any more and the one in the window was sold?” Rena asked with her eyes sparkling and hugging the doll to her chest.

“That’s because I had bought the one in the window, Rena. You didn’t want me to ruin the surprise now did you?” I laughed softly, winking at her.

I got up from the couch and went to the kitchen with Rena following me. We returned shortly with cups of hot cocoa and cheesecake, which all of us enjoyed. As the hour grew later and the day had been filled with such joy and happiness, it was obvious everyone was starting to wind down. We finally ushered the children off to their rooms, reminding them we still had a big day ahead. I went and tucked in Rena, then gave both girls a soft kiss on the cheek before telling them goodnight. I smiled saying goodnight to Rob when he went to his room and he surprised me by giving me a hug before saying goodnight. My heart filled with warmth from his gesture and I felt like I had just received something better than any present could be.

When I returned, I found Robby just finishing cleaning up the cups and putting away the cheesecake. His back was to me and I leaned against the doorway, grinning.

“Oh Robby…” I said softly. “I have something for you.”

“And what I wonder would that be, Samantha?” He asked, turning to look at me.

There was a gleam in his eyes and broad smile on his face when he saw me motion with my fingers for him to follow me. I led us to the bedroom and stood by the door, waving my hand for him to go in. I went in after him, closing and locking the door behind us. He slowly turned around to face me, smiling at seeing the candles that were lit about the room and hearing the soft music playing. He started to walk towards me, but I held my hand out to stop him.

“Stay right where you are, Senator.” I softly commanded him, enjoying the confused expression on his face. “Now that there will be no more interruptions, please be so kind as to remove your clothes.”

“Ahhh, make up time.” He chuckled already beginning to remove his jacket. He then slowly began to take off his tie and shirt, teasing me with his movements. He sat down on the bed and removed his shoes and socks tossing them aside and then stood back up. When he began removing his pants, I saw his growing erection and felt a warm stirring within me. “Are you enjoying this, Miss Davis?” He asked when he finally had his pants off and was standing there in his Christmas boxers.

“Oh very much! And I love those boxers. Turn all the way around for me so I can see them, front and back.” I said, and felt an excited rush when I saw him blush at my words. I watched him slowly turn a complete circle, softly telling him how sexy he looked and how much seeing him like this was turning me on. When he faced me again, his face was a deep crimson color. “Okay, now take those off too.” I told him, looking directly at his crotch where his cock was now pushing desperately to get out of the boxers.

“You are so naughty, Sam.” He said softly, sliding his boxers down to his ankles and kicking them off. Now standing there naked, his obvious aroused state could be seen in how his hard cock stood up and twitched now and again. His face held a mixture of excitement and yet a tinge of bashfulness with me so brazenly gazing over his body.

“Not that naughty yet, baby. Now just stand there for a minute and don‘t move.“ I remarked grinning wickedly. My hands went to the hem of my sweater and slowly pulled it up over my head revealing to him my lace bra with my taut nipples poking out. “God I love how you look!” I told him, my voice filled with desire.

“Oh jeeze Sammy, you’re torturing me here.” He pouted. I noticed his cock twitch and then he took his hand, slowly beginning to stroke himself.

“No moving means no touching either Robby. Put your hands behind your back so you won’t be tempted.” I commanded, and I’m sure he could see the excitement that was dancing in my eyes from the scene we were engaged in. He put his hands behind his back, moaning softly with some frustration but he kept his eyes focused on me. I teased him more with my fingers going in the waistband of my skirt and I slowly slid it down my legs. I carefully slipped it entirely off, making sure he could catch glimpses of my glistening pussy as I lifted each leg out of the skirt.

“Dammit Samantha, this is driving me nuts!! I’m not sure how much longer…”

“Sit down on the bed Robert.” I replied, ignoring his remarks. I was delirious from his reactions, and truth be known I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up either. I started to walk up to him when he sat on the bed and I saw a bit of relief come across his face when he held his hands out to me.

“God yes, come here babe.” He said releasing some tension in his voice.

“Oh I’m going to come, honey, believe me.” I smiled at him and took his hands placing them on my shoulders. He looked up at me and I crushed my lips to his, at the same time getting on the bed kneeling and straddling above his waist. Both of us gave into the passion we were feeling, our kiss fierce and demanding. I leaned against him, pushing him so that he fell back against the bed with me on top of him.

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now.” He whispered when are kiss broke, lust filling his eyes.

“Then I guess this is a good lesson in patience for you.” I replied softly and sat up, the heat and wetness in my pussy now resting against him. I took hold of his hands just as he was reaching for my breasts and I pushed them down to the sides of his body. He flinched his eyes, confused at first, but then smiled when I moved, placing my pussy right above his face. “I think there is something you need to finish up before you get to fuck me, Senator. Seems there is a very wet pussy that’s been dying all day for you to lick it.”

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

“Only as much as I’ve been dying all day to eat it,” I answered, slipping my hands up along the sides of her legs, over the sleek silky black stockings until they passed the ring of lace at the top and reached the smooth firm and supple curves of her bare ass. I looked up the front of her body as she knelt over me, her aromatic sweet pussy just inches from my face, the gentle curves of her belly rising up toward the green silk and lace bustier that cradled her generous breasts. She tilted her head forward, rested her hands on the headboard, and looked down at me smiling.

As my hands gently glided over her ass, my fingertips exploring each curve and cleft from the damp slit of her pussy to the tightly puckered rosebud of her ass, she closed her eyes and parted her lips, inhaling deeply, a gasping breath signaling her acute arousal. As her eyes flickered open, I slowly licked my lips with my wet tongue, moistening them for my forthcoming assault. Samantha tried spreading her legs farther and lowering her pussy toward me, but I held her firmly by the ass. It had been excruciatingly exciting doing my little strip tease for her and doubly so watching her slowly strip out of her sweater, skirt and slip. Each teasing little gesture only made our passion mount higher, and I could feel both of our bodies tremble with desire.

“Oh, god, Robby,” she moaned. “Eat me, please!”

“This sweet little pussy right here?” I said, moving my fingers through the gap in her legs so that they danced on the edges of her outer folds.

“Oh, yes, Robby! My pussy. Yes!” she sighed heavily.

“This tight little tasty treat before my eyes?” I teased unmercifully, flicking my tongue up and barely touching the inner lips that were protruding.

“Oh, fuck … yes, Robby!” she cried out, reaching down to grab me by the hair and trying to pull my mouth up to her, but I managed to keep my lips and tongue just a breath away. “Dammit, Robby! You are driving me crazy!”

“So have you been a good little girl this year, Miss Samantha Davis?” I asked, teasing the glistening inner folds of her pussy with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh, yes! Yes!” she gasped. “I’ve been very good!”

“Have you had any naughty moments, Miss Davis?” I asked, before circling the hood around her hard little clit with my tongue.

“Only … when you are around … and make me misbehave,” she moaned.

“Well, in that case …” I said then flattened my tongue out and wiping it slowly from the bottom of her slit up to her hard little nub where I kissed her, gently surrounding her clit with my warm wet lips. I sucked her just a bit then pulled my head away letting her pop out of my mouth with a smack of my lips. “Maybe I should be nice and stop teasing you.”

“Oh, fuck yes!” she cried out.

Grabbing her firmly by the ass, I raised my head up and buried my mouth in her pussy, furiously lapping at her wet opening. I tilted and wiggled my head as I kissed and licked her, working my tongue deeply up inside her one moment, then kissing and lapping at her clit the next. I drew circles and figure eights on her pussy as she wriggled and writhed above me, pressing herself against my face harder with each minute. Holding her butt with one hand, I began to work the fingers of the other into her opening, one at first but quickly followed by a second and a third. The nectar of her arousal dripped down onto my cheeks and chin as I lapped frantically at her clit.

“Robby! Oh, Robby! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she gasped as her hips began to rock wildly.

I sucked her clit up into my mouth, teasing her hard little nub with the tip of my tongue. When my teeth grazed gently against it, I thought she would explode.

“Oh, fuck!” she called out as her body trembled madly.

I pressed my face against her as hard as I could, twirling my fingers around and back as they worked in and out of her, sucking and nibbling on her clit. The wetness from her pussy was smeared all over my face and the amazing scent made me work all the harder.

“Oh god, Robby! Fuck, yes!” she swore as her body began to quiver uncontrollably. Her hips stopped wiggling and she held her position clutching at the headboard while her body trembled and shook. Her breathing was shallow and fast.

“You okay?” I asked as I withdrew my fingers and tongue from her pussy.

“Oh, yes!” she sighed, shifting her position so that she could kiss me on the lips. She began to lick at the wetness smeared over my chin and cheeks. “I seem to have made quite a mess here,” she giggled, her body still trembling slightly.

“A delicious one at that!” I replied. As she lay herself down on top of me, I brought my hands up over her back, feeling the curves of her back through the sheer silk of her bustier. When I reached her shoulders, I worked them around and down to her breasts that were almost popping out of her snug lingerie. I easily freed her taut nipples from their confines with my thumbs.

“Oh, Jesus, Robert, the things you do to me!” she said before kissing me long and deep, her tongue pressing into my mouth to touch mine.

“Mmm, and the things you make me do,” I replied when she picked her head up. I began to roll her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, pinching and twisting them gently but firmly. “I love it … I love you!”

“Oh, Robby!” she said and kissed me again. Samantha shimmied her body down over mine, rubbing her wet pussy against my cock and then my leg as she drew a trial of kisses down from my neck and over my chest. She teased and nibbled at my nipples before kissing her way down over my belly. “Mmm, looks like I don’t have too much work to do down here,” she giggled when she reached my cock. She stroked it firmly and licked at the precum that was glistening on the head. She licked up and down the shaft and around the head before sucking it into her mouth. After making me fully erect, she took it in her hands and brought her pussy back up. “So, my dear Senator Holmes, are you ready to fuck me?”

“Hmm, let me see,” I said as she rubbed the head of my cock up and down the very wet slit of her pussy. “I think so.”

“Think? You think so?” she laughed, working the head around her opening.

“Hell, I know so, Baby!” I relented. “You know I want you so!”

“That I do,” she giggled, beginning to move her hips up and down slowly, working just the head of my cock in and out of her. She looked down at me with a teasing sort of smile.

It was so sweet to feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy slowly swallowing my throbbing cock. Each movement of her body as she slowly worked more and more of me inside her sent shivers up and down my spine. Finally she had taken the entire length of me inside her, and paused for a moment, my long hard cock buried deep inside her silky warmth.

“Oh, Robby,” she sighed softly. “I love feeling you inside me … I love you!”

“I know, Babe!” I replied. I slipped my hands up to her shoulders and held them firmly. Holding her tightly, I suddenly rocked my hips and rolled her over onto her back. She wrapped her legs up around my hips.

“Make love to me, Robby!” she moaned with pleasure, her dark eyes sparkling with desire. “Make love to me all night!”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

“With pleasure Samantha, for as long as you want me to.” He whispered, his eyes glowing amorously.

With slow long strokes, he began caressing the walls of my pussy with his cock, each stroke going deeper than the one before it. Our eyes held the others, drowning in the passion that we saw within each other. I put my hands on his hips, pulling him and raising my hips at the same time keeping in rhythm with him. Delightful warm shivers shot through me from my head to toe as he made love to me, slowly building the passion burning in both of us.

Watching him, his eyes, his mouth and the way his body moved so sensually to mine aroused me beyond words. I leaned up, putting my hand at the back of his neck and brought his mouth to mine in a soft sweet kiss. I licked softly over lips then pressed my tongue inside, exploring and tasting him. He hummed softly, sucking my tongue into his mouth while his hips bumped harder to mine, picking up the beat of our lovemaking.

“Oh lover….” I sighed deeply, the muscles in my belly tightening from the thrill of his cock buried deep in my pussy forcing my back to arch and my head to go back against the bed.

“God babe, I love watching you fuck.” He moaned and moved his hands under my ass grasping my cheeks. He pulled me to him, plunging into my slippery warm wetness with a driving energy. I gasped with my eyes rolling back in my head and my legs locked tightly around him. Faster now, he thrust into me, pulling me to meet him with the slapping noises of our bodies getting louder, the moans more intense.

“That’s it lover… fuck me…” I panted, beginning to feel the trembles of my climax nearing.

“Turn over babe, let me fuck you real good.” He groaned, slipping his cock from me and turned me quickly.

“God yes….” I let out, kneeling with my legs spread, my elbows pressed against the bed and my head down on the pillows with my ass thrust out to him.

“Damn you make me so hot looking at you like this.” He said passionately and grabbed the cheeks of my ass spreading them. He ran the tip of his cock several times up and down from my wet slit to my puckered rosebud. Then in one quick hard stroke, he thrust deep inside my pussy making me cry out in pleasure. My hands gripped the covers of the bed and I pushed back against him while he started banging me with wild abandonment.

“Oh…. Oh god… I’m cumming…Oh my god……” I screamed out in ecstasy, my body violently trembling as the tidal waves washed through me. My breath was ragged, my heart raced and my head felt so light I was dizzy and thought I was going to pass out, from the tremendous force of my climax.

“Son of a…. of fuck….Christ Sammy!” He cried out squeezing tightly to the cheeks of my ass, his fingers digging in as he thrust deep and held me there. His body shuddered, his cum exploded like lightening inside me. He thrust again hard and deep several more times, filling me, the juices of our lovemaking mixing, seeping down my legs.

We collapsed down on the bed, his chest to my back with his cock still trembling deep inside me. His arm went around my waist pressing me to him and my arm went over his with my fingers winding in his clutching tightly. We laid there like that for the longest time, reveling in the passion we had just spent, resting contently within each others arms.

“I never thought I would say this, but I think you actually wore me out, Senator.” I said softly, having finally found the energy to speak.

“No way, not you Miss Davis. Tell me I’m hearing wrong.” He teased while his hands began playing with the ribbon that held my bustier together.

“Well… at least for awhile.” I giggled, feeling his fingers slowly unraveling the ribbon all the way down until the bustier separated. “Apparently I haven’t worn you out yet though.”

“Believe me you have, many times over.” He chuckled. “But you weren’t planning on sleeping in this were you? I was just helping you.” He whispered pushing the material away, freeing my breasts. He ran the tip of his finger lightly up from my navel to between my breasts, around them and circled each nipple.

“Oh so that’s what you’re doing?” I giggled, feeling my nipples already getting hard.

“Of course, and if you sit up I’ll even slip this off for you.” He replied laying back on the bed, his cock slipping out of my warmth leaving it feeling empty, yet satisfied.

“Well, since you are always so good at helping me.” I teased and sat up with my back still to him. He slipped off my bustier, letting it fall, and ran his hands down my back and the sides of my breasts. “Still helping me?” I giggled.

“You know me, always willing to help a lady in need.” He said while his hand traveled lower. “Now if you would be so kind as to kneel, I’d be more than happy to unhook your stockings.”

“I’m sure you would, Robby. You just want another chance to look at my ass.” I remarked as I got on my knees.

“So, is there anything wrong with that?” He asked and unhooked the back stays. He let his fingers trail up and down my back, giving me warm chills. “And it is such a lovely ass, my dear.” He whispered, now running his fingers softly all around my cheeks and chuckled when he saw them twitch and me tremble.

“Robby…”

“Just one more thing.” He said shifting in the bed and I felt the warmth of his lips kissing down my back and a nibble on each cheek. “Okay, now you can turn around.”

“I’m not sure I want to now.” I sighed, but I turned around smiling. I then surprised him by pushing him back and sat straddling his waist with my legs spread and straight out, holding the bustier up in front of me. “Now I’m helping you though, so you can finish taking off my stockings.” I said with a teasing glow on my face.

“Uhm Sam… helping me with what?” He asked with his eyes gazing at my open pussy. He unhooked the ties from both stockings and I tossed the bustier on the chair. “I thought you said I wore you out.” He remarked seeing the smile on my face and my pert nipples sticking out.

“You did lover, that you did. But just like you, I’ll never tire of teasing you.” I replied and after he rolled the stockings off, I leaned down stretching out on top of him.
“And I’ll never tire of being in your arms like this either.”

“I won’t either Samantha.” He said sweetly and put his arms around me. “God forbid, what you would come up with if you even thought I was tiring of you.” He teased and before I could reply, our lips were deep in a passionate kiss. It wasn’t long before we got under the covers and drifted off to sleep wrapped into each other’s arms.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

It was in the wee hours of the morning when I awoke, Samantha sleeping warmly in my arms. I remembered that there were a few presents from Santa that hadn’t been put around the tree, so I slipped very carefully from between the covers and wrapped a robe around my nakedness.

Trying not to make a sound, I pulled open the large packing box in my closet that had served as my hiding place. There was a new snowboard for Rob, a portable FM-CD-MP3 player for Tricia, a doll house for Rena that Samantha had told me about, all wrapped and addressed to the kids from Santa. The apartment was still and quiet so I had to be careful not to wake anyone up as I carried them out and set them under the tree, along with some other little things, DVDs, CDs, and computer games to stuff their stockings.

Of course, I had to finish off the cookies and milk that Rena had been so very certain to leave out for Santa. So I took a seat in my favorite armchair and partook of this traditional Christmas snack. As I sat by myself munching on the homemade cookies Rena and Sam had brought with them, I began to think over the events of the past year and where I was at now. I smiled at the feeling of what a lucky man I was. All the years of hard work and sacrifice had brought me to this city; I now had my kids with me on the best holiday of the year; and I had found a sensational woman with whom I could see spending the rest of my life.

It was then that I thought of the last set of packages still in my room, and slipped back to get them. Samantha was still sleeping soundly between the sheets, her breathing deep and soft. Holding the packages that were addressed to her from Santa and from me, I looked at her sleeping form and felt so damned good about things. I could feel the love and affection for her throbbing inside with every beat of my heart. After setting them down in a special place under the tree, I went back to bed, pausing at the window to look out at the sleeping shape of the city. There were many lights still turned on, twinkling in the darkness with just a touch of moonlight to help.

Moving over to the bed, I untied the belt of my robe and let it slip from my shoulders. The soft silk and cotton blend sheets were still warm as I snuggled up to Samantha’s back. I placed my arm around her, bringing my hand to rest in the luxurious valley between her breasts. My head fell onto the pillow near her hair, drinking in the lush smell of her hair, her perfume, and our passionate lovemaking. My hand opened up and cupped the breast above it, cradling her nipple between my fingers. The feel of her soft tender skin, the firmness of her breast, and the slightly stiffened aureole and the hard tip brought a quiet moan from deep inside me. “I love you, Baby!” I whispered in my softest voice.

I felt her stir a bit, adjusting her position while remaining asleep. As her hips shifted, pressing the cheeks of her ass back against me, I felt my cock begin to grow firm and rise up between her legs. Shifting my own hips, I was able to push it through the tunnel between her legs so that the head was brushing against the folds of her pussy. I reached down and scooped her other breast out from the rumpled sheet, holding it tenderly and finding its nipple even stiffer than the other. Just touching Samantha and feeling the warm curves of her backside rubbing against my chest greatly renewed my desire for her.

Kissing her shoulder, I began rock my hips gently rubbing my cock between the warm folds of her pussy. I could feel myself grow firmer with each rub and a strong sense of passion begin to surge in my belly. I wedged my leg between hers and reached down with my hand to help guide my cock into the warm inviting confines of her sex. As I did so, my fingers brushed upon her clit and Samantha flinched and stirred. I wondered if I should just go ahead and wake her up, but decided to continue in the direction I was heading.

I started rocking my hips again and brought my hand back up over her stomach and chest to cup her breast again. As my cock eased farther inside her damp pussy and my thumb rubbed over her nipple, Samantha stirred again, this time emitting a soft moan. Her hips began to move in response to my gentle thrusting. When her hand fell upon mine that was cupping her breast, she moaned again, louder.

“Mmm, Senator Holmes … you’re even fucking me in my dreams … oh, yes … Senator Holmes.” Samantha’s body began to move slightly, as if responding to the light push of my cock and the gently play of my fingers and thumb. “Oh, Senator Holmes … take me … fuck me … oh, yes!” When I felt her thighs clench tightly around my cock and her moaning continue, I began to think that she had awakened and was just teasing me.

“Oh, yes, Samantha,” I whispered softly into her ear. “I want you so much … feel my cock inside you now … I want to fuck you the way you’ve always wanted … tell me what you want and I will do it …”

Samantha’s body moved in a slow undulating rhythm, relaxing enough to take me further inside her. Her hand gripped mine tightly, her ass pushed back against me, and she let out a deep, sensual moan.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

There was are warm glow emanating from the crackling fireplace and candles lit about the small cabin. The small, but beautiful Christmas tree was decorated and twinkled in the corner of the room, several gifts rested beneath it. I stood at the window looking out, watching the snowflakes sparkle from the illuminating light of the moon as they fell.

I watched as another car drove by, my heart fell, it wasn’t him. Would he be able to get through, the forecast of light snow had unpredictably turned to a storm and was piling up quickly. I took a deep breath, turning from the window and stared into the fireplace. My heart warmed, I knew he would do everything to be here with me this special night, but mother nature was something he had no control over.

I smiled softly, a shiver ran down my spine. I closed my eyes, thinking of him, seeing him and my breasts began to tingle and it felt as if he were with me caressing them through the white chemise beneath my nightgown. Then a noise, another car and I turned to the window, my heart leapt, is it… is it… No, just another passer by, but at least some were getting through.

I thought of his words when we had last spoken, how we were going to share our first Christmas together, how he wanted to make it special and we were to meet here at this place. My heart was overflowing with love for him and a tear trickled down my cheek as I turned from the window. It wasn’t for myself, but for him, knowing the pain he would be feeling if he couldn’t make it through the storm. I turned and went to the cabinet, taking two wine glasses from it, setting them on the table.

Standing there pouring the wine, my body trembled, I could feel the heat of his body against mine. My knees felt weak and again my eyes closed, my head went back as I inhaled deeply feeling his hand caressing the warmth of my sex. I could feel his stiffness rubbing between the warmth of my thighs, spreading them, pressing into me. I moaned lost in my thoughts and then felt the wine bottle slipping from my hand. I clutched tightly to it, not letting it fall and set it down. I heard another car approaching but walked to the fireplace, staring at the tiny like star shaped embers it seemed to be emitting. I closed my eyes, wishing, hoping, dreaming he would make it…

The door closed, his breath was warm against my neck, his hands reaching around firmly cupping my breasts and I leaned back against him, not surprised that he was naked, his body warm, his member boldly pressing between the cheeks of my ass. I moaned, my hands on top of his, clutching and squeezing, my heart was racing, he was here, he was here….Or was I dreaming, I didn’t know, all I was sure of was how much I needed him.

“Mmm, Senator Holmes … you’re even fucking me in my dreams … oh, yes … Senator Holmes. Oh, Senator Holmes … take me … fuck me … oh, yes!” I heard myself say, as I stirred, the emotions of my dream now mixing with reality as I felt his cock moving inside me.

“Oh, yes, Samantha,” he whispered softly into my ear. “I want you so much … feel my cock inside you now … I want to fuck you the way you’ve always wanted … tell me what you want and I will do it …”

“Fuck me Robby, fuck me like there’s no tomorrow!” I moaned, still caught between slumber and consciousness. I ground my backside against him as he began working his hips, thrusting his cock deep inside me with both our hands at my breasts squeezing them.

“Like this baby. Is this what you want, tell me.” He whispered again and his breath felt hot against my neck, making my whole body tremble.

“Yes, yes…” I moaned louder, thrusting back against him. “Fuck my pussy, hard like that. Fuck my ass too Robby, take me… Make me yours…” I cried out, giving into the emotions of the dream and the reality of feeling him buried deep inside me.

“Oh fuck, Sammy!” He groaned, in a deep lustful voice as he plunged even deeper inside me. “You are mine, only mine.”

His hands moved, going to my hips and pulled me back, thrusting hard and heavy into my aching pussy. I reached my arms behind, grabbing around his neck and turned my face to his, kissing him with an unleashed passion that I had never before known existed within me. My pussy was throbbing around his cock, I could feel him swelling inside me and my clit, my breasts, my ass, my mouth, every part of me was yearning for attention.

“Oh yes lover, yours… and you’re mine! Fuck me, god Robby, fuck me!” I cried out again, lost in a wave of euphoria like no other.

With both of us moaning and panting, our passion building to an even higher level, his hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass spreading them. I shifted, leaning more on my knees raising myself to him as his juicy wet cock slipped from the depths of my pussy. I reached between my legs and took his cock, rubbing it up and down from my wet folds to my puckered anus and then pressed the tip against the tight entrance of my ass.

 

[SexyChele]

*bump*

 

[Tammi]

****

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

In the dim light, I knelt between Samantha’s legs, with my cock, glistening from her wetness, rubbing up against the snug opening of her ass. I pulled my hips back for a moment and leaned over to kiss her, waggling my wet tongue between the cheeks of her ass, adding my saliva to the sweet wetness that had already collected there. As the tip of my tongue flirted with her taut opening, Samantha sighed deeply and willingly relax herself.

“Oh, fuck, Robby!” she gasped and moaned. “Mmm, yes … I want you!”

Adding a bit more spittle to the head of my cock, I moved back up behind Samantha and began to rock my hips slowly and gently, taking my time to work up inside her tight little ass. For a few moments, it was like some sort of erotic tango as we moved together and then parted. Each time we came together I plunged deeper, and each time we parted it wasn’t for long. Soon I had worked the throbbing knob of my cock inside her and kept it there.

As she accepted me and pressed herself back against me, we began picking up the pace. I grabbed her hips and started to thrust harder and harder, my belly smacking against the firm cheeks of her ass. I couldn’t believe the incredible feel of her ass clenched around me and the wanton cries of passion she gave out.

“Fuck … oh, fuck … fuck me!” Samantha cried out, her voice soft but urgent in its lustful abandon. She buried her face in the pillows muffling her cries of pleasure, but then pushed herself up onto her hands and knees.

Still pounding her ass, I bend forward and moved my hands up her back then down around to cup her breasts that were bobbing wildly back and forth with each thrust. I toyed with her nipples with my fingers, rolling them, pinching them, and pulling on them until she began to cry out with pleasure.

“Fuck, Robby … I’m on fire … oh, god!” she gasped and reached up with one hand to finger herself. “Oh, yes … yes … yessssss!” Within seconds I felt her body quake from a tremendous orgasm. Soft whimpering little animal sounds came from her as she collapsed onto the bed, her ass still tightly clenching my cock. “Oh, fuck, Robby! Feel me! I’m shaking!”

Still on top of her, I buried my face beside hers in the pillows, my hands holding her shoulders, my belly pressed firmly against her ass, our legs intertwined. Her body was quivering madly and she turned her face toward mine, her breath hot and passionate. She reached for my face and gave me a wild kiss of passion, biting at my lips, crushing her lips to mine, and then driving her tongue deep into my mouth. As her trembling began to calm, I backed my still rigid cock out of her ass, and slipped over to her side. I held her closely for a few moments longer, then pushed away, getting up from the bed.

“Robby? Where are you going?” she asked, looking up surprised.

“Well … a workman who knows his trade,” I said softly, “Never goes from the backdoor to the front without wiping his feet off.” I looked down at my long hard cock standing straight out from my body, then ran quickly into the bathroom to wash. I could hear her faintly calling my name over and over.

When I returned, Samantha had rolled over onto her back and pulled the covers up around her neck, but I could see in the shadows that her hands were down between her legs. I reached the edge of the bed and started to climb on, but instead grabbed the sheet and began to tug it away from her.

“Robby!” she cried out, grabbing at the sheet, holding it up to her neck.

“Hey, just wanted to see what you were up to, Babe,” I replied.

“Well, I was trying to keep my … um, motor running,” she said.

“Oh, really now? And how would you be doing that? Show me?”

She thought for a moment, then without a word let go of the sheet. I pulled it slowly down as she moved her hands down over her breasts, cupping them and pinching the nipples. When I pulled the sheet completely off her naked body, her hands went down between her legs, cupping her sex, a pair of her fingers slipping between the folds. The whole time her eyes never left mine, her mouth was parted and her tongue flashed out from time to time to lick her lips.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasped as I watched her for just a moment. My cock began to throb with desire and I crawled onto the bed. She spread her legs and I moved up between them. Holding myself up above her body, I slowly lowered my hips down to bring my cock near her pussy. I felt her hands, moist with her wetness, reach up and take hold of me, pulling me, guiding me, bringing me down to her pussy. “Jesus, I love you, Samantha Davis!” I declared. “I love you! I love you! I love you!”

“Oh, Robby! Lover!” she sighed.

I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her tenderly, a soft romantic kiss that turned into a wild, mad, passionate kiss. She guided me back inside her and we started to make love again, slowly at first but gaining in force and passion with each thrust. My hands gripped her shoulders then played with her breasts; her hands clutched at my ass, her nails digging into my cheeks as I slammed into her body again and again. She arched her back pressing up against me; I could feel my climax nearing and thrust harder and faster and deeper inside her.

Finally as her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her legs hooked up around my hips, I felt my body explode. My cum surged up from deep inside me, burning its way through until it erupted into her. I continued to thrust madly into her feeling each load spurt deeply into her womb. Guttural animal noises came from my throat.

“Oh, Robby! I feel it! Oh, Baby, come for me! Come inside me!” she whispered hoarsely in my ear as our bodies writhed together, enwrapped in this erotic dance of lovemaking.

Once my passion was exhausted we rolled from side to side, kissing and touching, our looks and simple words a perfect celebration of the feelings that we both obviously felt.

“Mmm, Merry Christmas, Baby!” I said when we finally came to a rest on our sides, face to face.

“And a Merry Christmas to you too!” Samantha answered. “Oh, Honey, I love the way you wish me a Merry Christmas!”

“You’re pretty good yourself,” I said hugging her close to me. “But you know the kids are going to be up in a couple of hours so we’d better get a little bit of sleep.” We pulled up the covers and drifted quickly off to sleep. It sure as hell wasn’t sugar plums that were dancing in my head.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I stirred in my sleep, feeling the warmth of his body holding mine and opened my eyes to see him sleeping peacefully. It was just beginning to get light out and I looked at the clock to see that it was almost 7:00am. I was surprised, but relieved Rena wasn’t already pounding on the door, wanting to open gifts since she went to bed so excited. I gave Robby a gentle kiss on the lips, not disturbing him and slipped from the bed. I watched him for several minutes, smiling and still feeling the after glow of our intense lovemaking.

I decided to let him rest a little while longer while I took a shower. I thought I would surprise him and start breakfast while he was taking his shower. Moving about quietly, I opened my suitcase and pulled a soft pink nightie with matching panties and a pink chenille robe that was floor length from it and went to take my shower. Afterwards, I sprayed a touch of perfume on, put on my morning attire, tying the robe around me and got the rest of the gifts for under the tree.

I was glad that Robby and I had shopped together with him having helped me pick out the sweater, skirt and book that Tricia had been wanting and the jacket and boots that Rob had asked for. I also added the gifts for Rena, several outfits, stuffed animals and games that she had put on her list. I placed the several boxes out for Robby, not forgetting the small box that was in my purse and I noticed several that had my name on it. I looked at them trying to figure out what they were, and was very tempted to pick one or two up and shake them, but then heard a bedroom door open. I moved away from the tree and looked down the hall to see Rena just coming out of her room, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. I pressed my fingers to my lips, letting her know to be quiet and then watched her face light up when she saw all the gifts underneath the tree.

“Mommy look at all these presents, I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many.” She whispered, her eyes sparkled and her face glowed with that wonderful childish excitement.

“I guess Santa thought we were really good this year.” I replied softly and put my arm around her shoulder, hugging her to me as she stared in awe at the tree and it’s beautifully wrapped gifts under it.

“When do we get to open them?” She asked, now looking up at me. I could see the delightful anticipation on her face and only hoped that Tricia and Rob didn’t sleep in too long. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be able to stall one very excited little girl.

“We have to wait for everyone to get up, sweetheart. But tell you what, I’ll go wake up Robby and then you can help me start breakfast. I’m sure once we get the pancakes and sausages going, Tricia and Rob will be getting up too.”

“We have to eat first?’ Rena said, obviously disappointed.

“Why don’t we just see what everyone wants to do, okay?” I laughed. “Besides, I don’t think you have to worry, the presents aren’t going anywhere, Rena. Maybe everyone can look in their stockings before breakfast and save the presents for after. Would that be okay?”

“Okay, I guess.” She said, her voice brightening up now. “Let’s go wake Robby up.”

“Alright, come on.” I replied and although I had other thoughts about waking him up, there was no way I could disappoint Rena again and be able to explain why she couldn’t go with me to wake him.

Both of us quietly went in the room and saw that he was still wrapped beneath the covers. I sat on the edge of the bed with Rena climbing up on it kneeling next to me. He stirred feeling the movements on the bed and opened his eyes trying to focus on the two of us sitting there.

“Merry Christmas Robby. It’s time to get up. Santa brought us lots of stuff.” Rena said joyfully.

“Merry Christmas, honey.” I whispered and leaned down to kiss him.

“Mmmm, Merry Christmas to you girls too.” Robby replied drowsily, lying back on his back and wiped the sleep from his eyes. “So where’s my Christmas hugs?” He asked smiling, now beginning to wake up and he opened his arms wide. Both Rena and myself were instantly in his arms, laughing and hugging him as he embraced both of us.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy. Merry Christmas Sam and you too Rena.” Tricia said happily, entering the room.

“Merry Christmas to you too, honey. Now get up here and give your father a hug, there’s plenty of room up here and I never run out of hugs.” Robby remarked with such a sweet loving voice, it melted my heart seeing him so happy.

After several hugs, kisses and giggles, I got the girls off the bed and told them they could help me with breakfast. Rena quickly pulled Tricia away wanting to show her all the gifts under the tree and I was glad for the moment alone with Robby. As soon as the girls left, he drew me into his arms and kissed me with same passion that had stirred both of us not long before.

“My my, I’m so happy the Senator has woke in such bright spirits.” I purred in his ear.

“And it’s all because the people I love so much are sharing such a wonderful day with me.” He whispered and ran his hand across the back of my robe, pressing me close to him. His other hand had gone underneath my robe and he caressed softly up my leg. “My don’t you feel soft and warm this morning. From that look on your face I would say I’m not the only one waking up very happy.”

“I’m always happy when I’m with you Robby, but yes especially today.” I replied and then stopped his hand when it was about to reach underneath my nightie. “And maybe later, I’ll show you just how happy. But for now, you should go take your shower and I have things to do.”

“Oh you do? Mind telling me what could be more important than what I’m thinking about doing?” He asked and pushed his hand up a little further, where I again I stopped him. This time I slipped out of his arms and stood up.

“Such as stalling several children from opening gifts.” I said with a laugh and walked to the door. I turned back to him as he sat up, his legs going over the sides of the bed but he held the covers across his lap, and I couldn’t help but giggle having a good idea what he was hiding. “And I also have a breakfast to fix. I have a feeling we are going to need the energy.”

I left him chuckling while I returned to the living room and saw the girls had put Christmas music on and were looking at the gifts trying to guess what could be in them. I finally got there attention and with their help, the three of us prepared breakfast, pouring orange juice, setting the table and waiting for the men to join us.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

After Samantha left the room, I slipped off the bed and into the shower. Standing under the hot blast of water seemed to reinvigorate me, wash all the sleepiness from my body, and prepare me for what would be a long and happy day. And as I washed my body, particularly my flaccid member, the vivid images of our lovemaking both late last night and early this morning flashed through my head and it again stood hard and erect.

When I toweled off and looked through my closet for something to wear, I saw the black silk robe and boxers set that Samantha had bought for me a few months back, and I dropped the towel and slipped into them, pulling the robe tight around my waist. I wasn’t too surprised to see young Rob coming from his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

”Merry Christmas, Son,” I said, feeling a bit awkward not knowing whether to shake his hand or give him a hug. He looked at me for a moment then held his arms out.

“Merry Christmas, Dad,” he said as we embraced warmly.

The smell of breakfast drew us toward the kitchen where the girls were waiting impatiently. I could see that Rena was almost jumping out of her skin with excitement and anticipation.

“So are we ready to eat?” I asked Samantha, sidling up beside her at the stove, to put my arm around her waist and give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Almost,” she said. “Just another minute till the last batch of pancakes are finished.”

“Mmm, that’s good because I have a helluva appetite this morning,” I growled, nuzzling my face to Samantha’s neck.

“And I wonder just how that could be?” she teased me.

I let my hand slip down over the curve of her butt and gave her ass a little squeeze. She squirmed away from me playfully and I heard Tricia and Rob giggle.

“So when do we open presents?” asked Rena straight to the point.

“Well, your Mom has worked so hard to get breakfast on the table,” I said taking a seat at the table with the kids. “Why don’t we have breakfast and then you guys can tackle them?”

“Oh, all right,” she said with just a touch of grumbling in her voice.

“But I guess we have enough time for you kids to go check your stockings and see if Santa left anything there,” I conceded. They wasted no time jumping up from the table.

“Yippee!” Rena exclaimed as she lead the way to the living room.

There was a great flurry of ripping paper as they tore into the small packages that Samantha and I had stuffed in there. Samantha and I watched from the doorway and they happily showed off the games and CDs that they found inside.

“What? No oranges in my stocking?” Rob said.

“Well that was your mother’s idea … er, suggestion to Santa,” I said. “Maybe she forgot to remind him.

“I kind of miss Mom,” he said quietly.

When I saw the sympathetic look on Tricia’s face, I spoke up, “Well, since she’s staying with your grandparents, maybe we can call down there later on this morning.

“I’d like that,” Rob said.

“Me too,” Tricia added.

We wended our way back to the kitchen and sat down to a delicious and filling breakfast. No one seemed in the mood to waste any time and the moment the kitchen was cleaned up, we were all gathered around the tree in the living room.

“Dad, you gonna do the honors?” Tricia asked.

“Of course,” I laughed. “It’s my favorite thing to do of the year!” I took up the old Santa’s hat from the mantle and slipped it on my head with a smile. In a deep Santa-like voice I bellowed, “Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” and began handing out the presents.

It was such fun seeing the joy in the faces of the kids as they opened each gift. Every once in a while Samantha lifted her camera to capture one of those moments. They loved everything and it looked as though it was just what they wanted. Samantha and I joined in, opening what the kids had gotten for us. Samantha was surprised by the lovely sweater that Tricia had picked out for her, and remarked that she could really used the cute little knit hat and gloves that Rob had purchased for her. Soon the floor was covered in a mass of ripped colored paper and ribbons as we poured over our bounty.

“I can’t believe this,” Tricia said. “This is like everything I asked for this year!”

“Well, you’ve been a good girl, done well in school and on your basketball team, and Santa never forgets good girls,” I remarked.

“Then I must have been the goodest girl of all,” Rena exclaimed. “I got too much! This is the most ever!”

“Well, Honey,” Samantha interjected. “The presents are very nice, but we are very fortunate to be here this year, to be together almost like a family.”

“But we aren’t a family,” Tricia said. “Well not really.”

“Not yet,” Rena added.

For a few moments we looked awkwardly around at each other. I decided to speak up.

“Sure we aren’t a family, at least not yet, but we are together. We have a warm place to stay, plenty of food on the table, and good people to share the day with. I think that’s the best gift of all.”

Samantha reached over to kiss me on the cheek. “That’s beautiful, Honey.”

“So when are you going to open the rest of your presents, Mommy?” Rena blurted out as she stared at the small stack of packages next to her mother.

“Oh, all right,” Samantha said, as she toyed with the boxes wrapped in royal blue paper and white ribbons. “I wonder what these could be?”

“Open them Mommy for Pete’s sake!” Rena shouted.

Samantha picked up a small square one. I loved seeing the look of a curious child creep over her face as she pulled the ribbon away and unfolded the paper. Inside the box she found a pair of diamond earrings that perfectly matched the necklace I had bought her at the charity auction in the summer. The larger box contained a pair of matching bracelets. The diamonds sparkled beautifully when she slipped one on her wrist.

“Robby, they’re beautiful!” she exclaimed, before giving me a big wet kiss. “But this one’s kind of big,” she remarked holding the second one up.

“That’s an anklet,” I said, softly to her.

“An anklet?” Tricia laughed. “That’s pretty sexy, Daddy!”

“Hey! It was all part of the set!” I protested. “I discovered the store that had sponsored the necklace at the auction last summer and they had several pieces of the same design. The only one I didn’t get was the navel stud.”

Everyone laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Samantha said. “I’m still young enough and with it enough that I could pull that off. What do you think, Robby?”

“You do it, and I’ll buy it!” I offered.

We all laughed again.

“So aren’t you going to finish up?” Rena said to me. “You’re the last one!”

“Oh, all right,” I said, looking at the packages that I had saved for last, the ones that were from Samantha.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

“Yes, hurry up Robby! You might not have gotten me that navel ring, but maybe I got you one, or better yet some earrings.” I joked, and leaned against him, giving his ear a quick tug.

“Oh, I can hear it now. The new US Senator, doing a great job, smart, witty and don’t we all love those earrings he is wearing!” He laughed, but there was a suspicious twinkle in his eye when he began to open the small gift he held in his hands. Once opened, he smiled, taking the gold cuff links from the box and noticing at once the small diamond chip in each. “Someone went over her budget on these.” He teased, then leaned over and kissed me, whispering he loved them and would thank me later.

He was thrilled with the engraved nameplate for his new office door, and I was very glad that Johnny had suggested that. When he went to open the next present, Rena stopped him, wanting him to save that one for last. He laughed and opened his other two gifts first; happy with new cologne I picked out and was actually speechless with the gold watch.

“Way over your budget.” He whispered admiring the watch.

“Look at the back of it! It says something.” Rena exclaimed as she quickly moved in front of Robby and turned the watch over.

“What’s it say Dad? Let me see.” Tricia asked now moving closer to take a look.

“Well let me take a look.” Robby replied and then read the inscription. He turned, smiling at me and brushed a soft kiss across my lips.

“So, what does it say?” Rob now asked.

“It says – Forever Yours, Sam – Isn’t that so sweet.” Tricia said with a smile, after reading the inscription. “You need to hug her for that one dad, come on.”

“That’s just what I was going to do.” Robby grinned and quickly took me in his arms, hugging me tightly. “I’m yours too, baby. Thank you for all the wonderful gifts.”

“Thank you, lover, for everything .” I whispered softly in his ear.

“Okay, enough of that mushy stuff. Open mine now.” Rena said, pushing the small present into his lap.

“Alright Rena, it says here though, it’s from both you and your mom.” Robby chuckled from her enthusiasm.

“Well it was my idea.” Rena said proudly and I couldn’t help but laugh at the way she announced that.

We all watched as Robby opened his last gift and held the 5 x 7 gold -framed picture in his hand. A soft smile came across his face, and he blinked back what looked to be tears forming in his eyes.

“How did you know this is what I wanted, Rena?” Robby finally said, looking up from the picture he held of Rena and I sitting together on my favorite horse. “It will look great on my desk, right next to the picture I have of Rob and Tricia. Thank you, so much.”

With all the gifts opened, Robby and I began cleaning up while the children all started taking their things to their rooms. While Robby started stuffing the trash bags, I took our gifts to the bedroom. It wasn’t long before the kids were in their rooms, playing their new CD’s and games, giving Robby and I a chance to be alone.

“Did I get a chance to tell you how sexy you look in that robe and those boxers, Senator?” I asked softly, coming up behind him as he was leaning over the fire, turning the heat up. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he covered my arms with his own, pulling me tighter to him.

“If anyone looks sexy here, it’s you Miss Davis, driving me crazy with only several peeks of that cute little nightie you have under your robe.” He whispered and turned in my arms to face me. He reached his hands inside my robe, putting them at my waist and drew me too him, kissing me.

“Mmmm, I love your kisses almost as much as I love you.” I whispered. “And I can certainly tell that you enjoy them, considering company always seems to arrive with them.” I said, teasing him and wiggled my body against the developing tent in his boxers.

“Hmmm, yes, kissing you does seem to have a way of arousing company.” He remarked and then let go of me putting some distance between us. “Unfortunately, not always at the right times either.”

“Oh and where do you think you’re going?” I asked, a little surprised that he had pulled away from me.

“Not far, believe me.” He laughed, reaching down beside the couch and held up a stocking. “Samantha I do believe this is yours and it seems that you have not opened everything. Did you not care to see what else was in here, maybe I should just toss it out with the trash.” He teased, holding the stocking just out of my reach, with a wicked grin on his face.

“You mean I have more presents in there? I thought I opened them all. Let me see that Robby.” I said, reaching for the stocking.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

I watched with amused anticipation as Samantha took the Christmas stocking, looked inside and then pulled out a soft package wrapped in plush red paper and velvet ribbons. She hefted it and looked at me quizzically as I took a seat beside her.

"I think Santa had a hard time picking it out and wrapping it," I remarked. "For reasons that may be obvious."

She carefully untied the ribbons and began to pull the paper open. "I think I know what this is, you little devil," she giggled as the paper unfolded and revealed a set of sheer white lace lingerie. "I think you get enough ideas on your own without Santa having to help!" she added as she picked up the delicate corselet and fingered the garter, thong, and silk stockings. "It's lovely and just my size. I guess Santa must have been peeking in on me."

"Like I said, Santa had a hard time picking it out and wrapping it," I said, leaning over to kiss her cheek. Samantha turned her head and guided my mouth toward her lips. Her hand slipped down inside my robe and her fingers curled around my stiffening cock.

"Mmm, I'll bet it was hard for him … and it feels like it still is," she whispered as her lips drifted up toward my ear. "Maybe I'll have to try on this gift later, and see for myself." She gave my cock a little squeeze. "Thank you Sweetie."

"There is one more I think," I said as she returned her attention to her gift.

Samantha displayed a girlish look of puzzlement as she slipped her hand down into the stocking finally finding something at the toe. She pulled out a small velvet box, similar to the others she had already opened. As she held it in her fingers, appraising the small box she looked at me and her lips parted. There were few things that came in such small packages.

"Robert, is this what I think it is?"

"Open it and see," I urged her.

When she opened the box there was no mistaking the glittering sparkle inside. She took a deep breath, looked at it, looked at me, then looked back at the twinkling contents.

"Here let me help you," I offered, reaching into the box and pulling out the sparkling diamond ring. It was about two carats with clusters of smaller stones grouped around it. My hands trembled as I held the ring and took up her left hand. "I've thought about this for quite awhile and was going to wait … but I decided that there was no better day than today."

I held her hand so that her fingers extended outward and began to slip the ring onto her finger. She looked at me her eyes welling up with tears, her lips quivering slightly.

"Samantha, you know how I feel about you, and I wanted to give you something that would symbolize my feelings," I said slowly as I eased the ring up her long slender finger.

"Does this mean … are you … is this …" she tried to ask but her words came stumbling from her lips.

"Yes, Samantha, it is," I said, putting my arm around her shoulders and drawing her near to me until our faces were just a breath apart. "I would like to know if you will marry me."

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

With the ever increasing love I had come to feel for him, I can’t say that I hadn’t thought once or twice about a moment such as this. But now, with Robby placing this beautiful ring on my finger and asking me what I had only dreamt about, I found myself speechless. Tears that had already been welling up in my eyes, now streamed down my cheeks as I looked into his love filled eyes.

“Robby…” I started to say, my voice a faint whisper. I leaned closer, my quivering lips pressed to his and my hand went to the back of his neck, tenderly holding him closer. I felt his hand trembling on my shoulder as we shared a kiss that at this very moment seemed magical. I felt like I was floating on air, perhaps a cloud, dizzy and lightheaded and so happy.

“You haven’t answered me, Samantha.” He whispered when our kiss finally broke. He was smiling softly, staring into my eyes and ran his thumb across my cheeks, wiping away the tears. “I hope these are happy tears and you plan on saying yes to my question.”

“There is nothing that would make me happier than to marry you, Robby. Yes, a 100 times yes.” I replied joyfully, now having found my voice again. I threw my arms around him at the same time he embraced me, again our lips met, celebrating our love and happiness with a kiss that in a movie, fireworks would have gone off above our heads.

“Oh no, they’re at it again.” Rena giggled walking in on us with Tricia following.

“I think this is something we’re going to have to get use to.” Tricia replied, laughing softly.

“In fact it is something you’re going to have to get very use to.” Robby said, his face beaming proudly and his arm still around me holding me close to him. “I’ve just asked Samantha to marry me and she has happily accepted.”

“Really, really? We’re getting married?” Rena shouted, her enthusiasm overwhelming as she raced over to us.

“Yes honey, we’re getting married.” I laughed and hugged her.

“Well, at least one of the kids is alright with this.” Robby said and then looked at his daughter who stood quietly watching the scene in front of her. “Tricia, I hope you and your brother are okay with this.”

We both looked at her, unsure by her demure, how she was feeling. She then smiled and her eyes seemed to brighten as she walked over to her father and leaned down to hug him.

“Daddy, as long as you’re happy, that will make us happy too.” Tricia said, her sincerity echoing in her voice. She stood up and surprised both of us then by grabbing and giving Rena a quick hug, and then laughed. “And I always did want a sister.”

“Me too!” Rena replied happily, hugging her back.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Rob said now joining us. The girls spoke at the same time, telling him of our news and he smiled as he approached his father. “Congratulations Dad, I think that’s great.” He said and stuck out his hand to shake his fathers. “Sam, welcome to the family. I actually was hoping if dad ever decided to get married again, it was going to be you.”

We were both relieved and overjoyed at how the kids took the news. The kids were all impressed with the ring he had gotten me, especially the girls whose eyes grew large when they saw how beautiful it was. Robby got up and poured him and I a glass of champagne, pouring the kids some pop, and we all toasted to the happy occasion. Robby and I clinked glasses together, sharing another kiss, and if the room wasn’t sparkling enough from the lights of the Christmas tree, it was indeed glowing from the love that filled the room.

“I guess today is going to be the day for lots of celebrations.” I whispered to Robby.

“Yes, with many more to come, I’m hoping.” He replied softly in my ear, nibbling at it briefly. “And seeing you in your new lingerie will definitely bring company to celebrate.”

“Then seeing as it’s already after noon and I’m not dressed yet, maybe it’s time I go try on a few things.” I reached for my new white lingerie and headed for the bedroom. “Maybe you need to think about getting dressed too, Senator.” I said to him with a naughty smile on my face.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

Watching Samantha sweep out of the room and down the hall toward the bedroom, her kiss still warm on my lips, the image of her slipping into the sexy outfit I have bought for her spreading the warmth to certain other parts of my body, all made my heart beat stronger and my mind feel at ease. Sure, I had made a few mistakes over the years, but I had tried to learn from them and now with the kids and Samantha in my life and my new career in Washington ahead of me, all of the hard work and sacrifice seemed worthwhile. I took a deep breath, got up from the couch and headed toward the bedroom, but Rob intercepted me.

"Dad," he called out.

"What, son? Is this about the engagement?" I said when he caught up with me in the hallway. "I originally wanted to talk it over with you and Tricia ahead of time …"

"No, Dad," he laughed. "I mean, that's nice to know and all, but after all it's your life. I just wanted to say that I'm really happy for you. I know that things went bad with Mom and all, but she's already moved on and now so have you. Sam's a great lady and I'm looking forward to having her join the family."

"Thanks, Rob … that means a lot to me," I said as we embraced, slapping each other on the back. "Now if you'll excuse me, I should go change so I can get dinner started."

"Right, Dad," he chuckled.

I slipped down the hall and through the bedroom door, closing it tightly behind me. Samantha was still in her robe, having clipped all the tags off her new outfit and laid it out on the bed. She was just pulling the stocking from their package when I stepped over beside her.

"I'm glad you didn't start without me, Baby," I said as I slipped my hand around her waist and leaned over to kiss her on the side of the neck. "You know how much I love to … uh, help you with things."

"Oh, yes I do," she said as she spread the sheer nude stockings on the bed. "And I can tell how much you enjoy … um, helping me."

"Mmm, you smell really sweet this morning," I hummed as I nuzzled my nose down into the collar of her robe, kissing the soft warm skin there and teasing it with the tip of my tongue.

"And you are looking particularly handsome this morning," she replied, turning to face me and raising her hands to my face. She reached up and toyed with the errant lock of hair that fell onto my forehead.

"Maybe it's because the prettiest girl in the world just made me the happiest guy," I said softly, leaning forward to kiss her.

The kiss we shared said everything else that was on our minds, as our bodies melded together. Ever since we had first met and then later came together as lovers, I had known that there was something special about her. And knowing now that she would be mine always brought a swelling feeling of peace to my mind and heart.

"And you have made me the happiest girl," Samantha replied once our long deep kiss was finally broken.

"So does the world's happiest girl need some help getting dressed for the day?" I said as I ran my hands slowly up the front of her robe.

"Well, I wouldn't want to put yourself out or anything," she teased. "But since I am kind of distracted this afternoon, I guess I could use a little of your special kind of help."

"Your wish, My Lady," I said stepping back and bowing formally. "Is my command." As I stood back up, she curtsied sweetly, the smile on her face radiant, the look in her eyes twinkling and devilish. I crossed an arm over my chest, rested my other elbow on it and brought the hand to my chin. "Hmm, now where to start? Where to start?"

"I would think, Senator," she remarked holding her arms out to the side, "That it would be pretty obvious."

"Yes, yes, yes! You are absolutely right!" I remarked, stepping up close to her and taking the belt of her robe in hand. "Besides, I've been dying to get you out of this robe all morning."

I gently tugged at the belt and pulled it apart. Her robe began to fall open revealing the sheer little pink nightie she had on underneath. I ran my fingers up the lapels of the robe, making sure to let them rub over her breasts as they went, and pulled it open until her shoulders were bare. I then let it fall from my hands and it slipped from her arms and fell to the floor, pooling around her ankles.

As she stood before me, her back arched slightly, it was obvious to see how erect her nipples were through the filmy fabric. I reached down to her hips and took the nightie by the hem, pulling it slowly and teasingly upward. As I did so, she raised her arms up over her head, lifting her breasts up tantalizingly as she did. I made sure to drag the soft material over her sensitive nips as I lifted the gown up over her head and off.

Samantha breath began to come faster as I tossed the gown onto the bed and let my fingertips trail down over her body. She gasped when I let them toy with the taut tips and she brought her hands up and placed them on top of mine, pressing my palms against her breasts.

"Now, now, now, Miss Davis," I said, breaking my hands free from her grasp. "We are supposed to be getting you dressed."

"Yes, I know, dammit all!" she lamented with a smile.

I slowly knelt before her, letting my fingers glide down over her chest and stomach and belly until they reached the waist band of her panties. I leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the soft skin just above them and then dragged my tongue up to her navel, flicking it gently around the little indent.

"Mmm, maybe I should have gotten that navel thingie after all," I said, kissing her there.

"Umm, Robby," she said, letting her hands fall to my head and weaving her fingers into my thick black hair. "You aren't … um, getting off track now are you?"

"Oh, no, Milady," I answered, hooking my finger tips inside the waistband of her sheer little pink panties. "Not at all. Juste uh, wanting to make this a pleasurable experience for you."

"Mmm, yes," she moaned. "Pleasurable … you are making it that. Quite!"

I looked up at her face as I slowly lowered her panties. She was looking down at me but then as I pulled the fabric away from her pussy and down her legs, she closed her eyes, tossed her head back and sighed. I made sure that I touched as much of her smooth supple thighs and calves as I lowered her panties and slipped them from her ankles. I tossed them aside as I stood up and took in the look of her naked body. I drew my fingers up over her body, from her thighs, the smooth mound of her pussy, her firm belly, the generous curves of her breasts. She tilted her head back toward me, her dark eyes heavy lidded, and glazed over with an incredible look of lust. I could have taken her right then and there, and the swelling in my boxers was tempting me greatly.

"Hmm, now where to begin?" I said perusing the lingerie spread out on the bed. I smiled and took up the garter belt by the ends, holding it out before her. Reaching around her waist, I brought the ends together behind her back and found the best combination of hooks to clip it together. "Now if Milady will have a seat, I shall put on her stockings."

"Mmm," Samantha moaned as she sat on the bed, demurely at first, but as I took up the stocking and knelt at her feet, she leaned back, arching her back so that her breasts were thrust upward, and spread her legs tauntingly. She ran her tongue around her mouth as she raised one leg up. I could see the telltale signs of her arousal in the glistening folds of her pussy.

I rolled up a stocking and put it on the foot she had raised. I carefully unrolled the stocking, smoothing it out over her calve and knee and thigh as I went, until I had reached the top. Then I fastened the clasps front and back. Repeating the same with the other stocking, I went even slower this time, the force of my touch on her leg even greater than the first.

"How does that feel, Miss Davis?" I asked as I stood up and reached for the corselet.

"Feel? Feel, Senator?" she sighed. "Isn't it obvious?" She again spread her legs apart for me and rocked her hips backward to further expose her pussy.

I reached down and took her hands to help stand her up from the bed. She stumbled forward--accidentally on purpose, I'm sure--and fell into my arms. I cleared my throat, stepped back, and holding the corselet by the straps I slipped it on over her arms. I gently fit the sheer white cups to her breasts, letting my fingertips graze over the delicate lace appliques. I motioned for her to turn around, so that I could attach the backstays. Once finished, I ran my hands over the garment, smoothing it out over her body, adjusting the straps and checking the fit around her breasts. I couldn't resist touching her erect nipples and pinching them firmly.

"Robert!" she gasped, leaning back against me. "Are you getting me dressed or are we…"

"Ahem, that's right," I remarked reaching down to pick up the panties. "Now if you would be so kind as to turn back around, we can continue."

Samantha spun around slowly. I sank to my knees again and as she lifted one leg at a time, I slipped the sheer little white lace thing onto her legs. I eased the dainty panty up and again took my time making sure it was perfectly fit to her body. I slipped my fingertips just inside the elastic on the sides of the front panel, spreading it out over the warm mound of her pussy. I could easily see the cleft of her sex through the sheer white lace. I drew my hands around to her ass, checking the fit of the tiny little strap in back.

"How's that, Milady? Comfy?" I asked with a smile as I stood.

"Oh, Robby!" she said, slipping her arms around me and stepping up into my embrace. "You are the biggest tease I ever met!"

"I'm only trying to do my best," I smiled, giving her a light little kiss on the lips. "Now, it's almost a shame to cover up such a delectable sight, but Milady must be decent with the children around." I stepped over into the closet where she had hung up her clothes and thumbed through the outfits she had brought. "Aha! This will be perfect!" I exclaimed, pulling out an off white sweater dress and holding it out to take a better look. It had a full rolled turtleneck collar, long sleeves and probably went to a mid-thigh length. I fingered the soft cashmere blend fabric. "Mmm, gotta love the feel of cashmere," I hummed as I slipped it from the hanger.

As Samantha raised her arms, I lifted the dress over her head and began to ease it down over her body. Of course I couldn't resist the urge to smooth it completely over the curves of her breasts and waist and hips. She turned and leaned her head forward, pulling her hair up and away so I could run up the little zipper at the neck.

Samantha went to the dresser where she had set a small jewelry case, pulled out a long string of pearls, and looped them twice around her neck. Slipping her feet into a lovely pair of low-heeled pumps, she stood before me. "So what do you think?" she said with a giggle as she spun around like a fashion model on the runway.

I looked her up and down from head to toe. "Mmm, you look terrific, Miss Davis. Absolutely delicious!"

"Thank you, kind sir," she laughed.

"All right, then," I said stepping over to the closet. "Why don't you go join the kids while I get dressed myself?"

"What? And miss all the fun?" she said coming up next to me, her hands curling around the belt of my robe. "No way, Senator Holmes. I can see in your full-fledged Christmas state of mind that you are going to need a considerable amount of help getting yourself dressed." She eased one hand down over the bulge that had been growing in my boxers.

"Well, um ... as long as there is no playing around," I warned. "There is a Christmas dinner to prepare and three very hungry kids to feed. And there will be some friends and associates dropping over later this evening."

"Oh, I wouldn't think of playing around with you, Honey," Samantha said with a wink.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

Not taking my eyes off his and with an impish grin on my face, I ran my hand slowly back up the bulge in his silk boxers, bringing it back to the belt of his robe.

“Maybe I uh… should be doing this myself.” He said as a soft moan escaped him.

“Oh I don’t think so. Since the gentleman was so helpful dressing Milady, she feels it’s only fair to help the kind Sir in return.” I replied in a soft sensual voice. I opened his robe and with my hands open, caressed across his abdomen, sides and up his chest. I smiled, delighted, in the way I saw his intake of breath when my fingers grazed his nipples, stirring small shivers to cover his chest. I put my hands on his shoulders, turning him around so that his back was to me, making sure I slid my soft covered body against his. “And you must realize by now how much I enjoy every chance I get to run my hands all over every part of your body.” I whispered in his ear, nuzzling his neck with my chin.

“But Milady, you do realize what that can do to this gentleman.” He replied, trembling again as I ran my hands up and down his back against the silk of his robe. I then slipped the robe slowly off his shoulders and down his arms, letting my fingers graze the softness of his skin, as the robe was removed.

“Ahhh, but as you have reminded me, Sir, there is a Christmas dinner and three very hungry children to attend to.” I teased him and tossed the robe to the bed. I stooped down with at least one of my hands always touching a part of his body, caressing and teasing him as he had done to me. My hands went to his sides hooking in the waistband of his boxers and I slowly pulled them down, caressing and squeezing his butt cheeks and enjoyed the squirming he was doing from my touch. As I brought the boxers down his legs, I leaned closer to him, letting his ass feel the warmth of my breath against it while letting him step from the boxers.

“Christ Sam….”

“Sir, if you be so kind as to turn around and sit down in the chair.” I said smiling and stood up. I went over to his dresser where he had neatly put out a pair of navy boxers and a pair of navy socks. I went over to the chair and stooped down in front of him, taking one foot at a time, I gently massaged it, running my fingers between each toe before putting his sock on. I then knelt, running my hands up the insides of his legs while letting my hair fall over and tickle his waist and stiff member.

“I must say, you are just as good at teasing as I am, Milady. You have most assuredly aroused one rather large guest and his two followers.”

“Well, let’s hope they stay around for the party later.” I giggled and stood up. “Would you mind standing up, Sir so that I might get a better look at this company and perhaps help them dress before they catch a chill.”

“I seriously doubt a chill is what they are in mind to catch.” He chuckled as he stood up.

“Oh my…” I giggled and grinned seeing his cock standing proudly. “I do see what you mean, but it is Christmas and they really do need to come dressed to the party.“ I remarked with a smile and leaned into him, licking lightly over his lip with my tongue before sliding my body down his, so that I knelt in front of him, my face just inches from his member. “Now Sir, if you would please lift one leg at time, I shall help you put these on.” I said softly with my warm breath blowing across his cock.

“And if Milady breaths any closer to this gentleman, he may not be able to remain a gentleman for very long. The company is getting restless.” He remarked, and his cock twitched some and lightly tapped my lips. “That was just a reflex, at least that time.”

“A very nice one too, Sir.” I teased smiling up at him. After letting him step into his boxers, I pulled them up and over his ass, making sure my hands roamed freely across his cheeks, before moving them to the front. I looked up at him and with a naughty smile, I curled my fingers around his cock, to tuck it in his boxers as my other hand raised the material up.

“Milady, we are getting very close to skipping dinner if you keep this up.” He gasped and warned, his cock twitching again in my hands. After adjusting him, I released my grasp on his cock and stood up.

“We can’t have that now, Sir, after all, we do have other guests that will be joining us.” I said walking over to his closet and getting his navy slacks and white long sleeve shirt. I stood behind him, letting him put his hands in the sleeves and pulled it up his arms. I then turned him around and began to slowly button it up, again letting my fingers graze over his nipples before finishing all the buttons. When I reached for his slacks, he put his hand on top of mine.

“Your help has been greatly appreciated, Milady, but if I let you kneel down in front of me one more time and help put these on me, you will be having dessert before dinner.” He said as he took the slacks from my hand.

“But Sir, I was only trying to help and I did so much want to finish.” I teased him, and was extremely excited by the tension building between us, I had half a mind to take him up on his dessert offering.

“The best way you can help me right now, my dear, is to get yourself in the kitchen and let me finish dressing.” He said with a rather stern voice, but then smiled and pulled me to him, kissing me passionately. My arms went around him and my body pressed against his with my stocking covered legs sweeping against his bare legs. “I love you Samantha, but a man can only take so much.” He whispered softly.

“I love you too, Robby. And just to prove how much, I’ll give you a break and do as you ask.” I replied softly, giving him another soft kiss. I couldn’t resist giving his butt a light slap before I left him to finish dressing and I giggled, hearing him chuckling as I left.

I went to the kitchen, noticing on the way, the kids were all in the living room playing one of the games they had gotten for Christmas. I found where he kept several aprons and wrapped one around my waist, tying it in the back. I then got the baking pan and took the ham from the refrigerator. After covering it with sliced pineapples, brown sugar and pouring a can of beer over it, I covered it with tin foil and placed it in the oven. I stood on my toes, trying to reach the large punch bowl on the top shelf in the cabinet when I felt Robby behind me reaching above my hand to get the bowl.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

I had to chuckle as I watched Samantha leave me in the bedroom to finish getting dressed. I knew there was a little extra sway in her walk as she left the room making the finely sculpted curves of her ass wiggle back and forth tantalizingly. But as I looked down and saw and felt the stiffness in my cock matched with the surging level of arousal inside, I knew that she had to leave or we wouldn’t leave the bedroom for an hour or two. So I took my slacks in hand and stepped into them, then looked through the tie rack in the closet for a special old Carlo Palazzi tie that fit the season, swirls of red and green on a black and white background that resembled a snowstorm.

I remembered the cashmere cardigan sweater that Tricia had gotten for Christmas, so after slipping into a pair of loafers, I went out to look for my gift. As I squatted by the tree and lifted it from the giftbox, Tricia came over to help me into it.

“I just knew this was going to fit you perfectly,” she said proudly as she smoothed it out over my shoulders. Tricia did have fine taste in apparel. “Now turn around for me. Oh, Daddy! You look so handsome,” she squealed as she helped me button it up. She gave me a nice little hug too before backing away.

“Princess?” I said softly. “Are you okay with me and Samantha? Really okay?”

“Why not, Daddy?” she said moving back up to me. “Why shouldn’t I be all right?”

“Well, I know you are really close to your mother,” I began. “And I don’t want the feelings I have for Samantha to interfere with the relationship you and I share.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy,” Tricia replied. “Mommy has already moved on and so should you.”

“Rob said the same thing earlier,” I remarked. “So your mother is doing all right for herself, eh?”

“Oh, yeah,” she laughed. “She was going with that Dick Thompson guy for a while, but she’s got this really cute young guy now. I think he went with her to Grandma’s.” She looked like she was going to say something else, but stopped short. “Oops! Maybe I shouldn’t have said any …”

“That’s okay, Honey,” I said taking her into my arms. “I happy for her and wish her all the best. And say, while I’m thinking of her, why don’t you and your brother go call your Grandmother’s house. I’m sure they’d love to hear from you.”

“Cool,” she said, giving me an extra squeeze before backing away. “Hey, Rob? You wanna call Mom up?”

As the two of them went into another room to make the call, I stooped next to Rena who was decorating her new dollhouse. She looked up to me with a joyful look on her face.

“So did Santa bring you what you wanted?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” she smiled. “Even some things that I didn’t put on my list, like you and Momma.”

“Good,” I said, reaching around her shoulders to give her a little hug. In turn she wrapped her arms around me so tightly I thought I might not be able to breathe. “Well, I think I should go see if I can give your mother a hand in the kitchen.”

“Okay,” she sang out. “But I know you really want to go smooching with her.”

I chuckled to think about how old that little girl was beyond her years, and then went off to look for Samantha. She was standing in the kitchen, dressed in an apron and bent over to check on the ham in the oven. I paused silently at the doorway to observe the fine curves of her ass and the svelte shape of her legs shown off so nicely in her outfit. But as she stood and opened a cupboard, I could easily see that she couldn’t quite reach the punchbowl, so I silently slipped up beside her and reached up for it, my hand brushing lightly near hers.

“Oh!” she said a little startled. “Why, thank you, Kind Sir.”

I set the bowl down on the counter as she began to get down the cups that went with it. I couldn’t resist bringing my hand up to her back and feel the arch of her back through the soft warm cashmere of her dress. As I let my hand drift down below her waist, my fingers ran along the crack of her butt and I cupped the supple cheek nearest me. She set the last of the cups down and turned to face me, her hand reaching up to my shoulder.

“My, you do look handsome, Senator Holmes,” she sighed. “In or out of your clothes.”

I leaned forward and kissed her lightly, bringing my hands up her back and around to her breasts. I could easily feel her nipples stiffen up through the thin fabric of her corselet and dress.

“And you are looking more than just beautiful, Miss Davis,” I replied.

“Oh?”

“Oh, yes! The word edible comes to mind … among others,” I chuckled.

“Well, thinking of edible, I think you had better start working on peeling the potatoes, before things get further out of hand,” she said sternly.

“But I thought I had things well in hand already,” I remarked as I continued to fondle her luscious breasts. Her eyes closed for a moment and she bit her lip.

“Senator Holmes,” she sighed deeply. “The potatoes … please?”

“Oh, all right,” I said giving her nipples a last little tweak and backing away. “Slave driver!”

For the next hour, we got everything organized for dinner in between playful little hugs and kisses, and teasing little pats and squeezes. I had only invited a handful of staffers who either didn’t have family in town or who couldn’t make it back home for the holiday. Included on the list was Johnny and his wife Helen, Annie, Kyle, and a new addition, Ronaldo and his wife Benitha. Finally we surveyed the kitchen and dining room and breathed a sigh of relief. The food was all prepared, the drink was being chilled, and the table was set. We both leaned back on the counter and shared a sip of wine.

“I think we’re almost all ready,” I said.

“So it would seem,” Samantha replied. She untied her apron strings and slipped it off over her head. “Now all we have to do is wait for our guests.” She swung around to stand in front of me, one hand reaching up to my face and the other down to my crotch, fondling me playfully. “Mmm, Senator, it feels like we may have to add another table setting for this extra company.”

“You keep welcoming company like that, and they may never go home,” I laughed. She giggled with me and we shared a warm long hug. Then I reached over to the trays of hors d’oeurves. “Now why don’t toss these scraps to the kids and enjoy a little rest before our company arrives?”

“Is that all you’re looking for?” Samantha teased me, pressing the curves of her body up against me.

“No, but your time is coming later tonight, Baby,” I told her, giving her butt a firm squeeze.”

“Promises, promises,” she said with a sigh.

“Let me seal that pledge with this,” I said, taking her fully into my arms and giving her a long deep wet kiss, one that left our pulses racing and both of us out of breath.

“Mmm, Senator, I love your promises!”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

“And you know how I always keep my word, don’t you, Miss Davis.” He whispered, letting his hand slip down my back to sensually caress over my backside.

“That I do, Senator.” I replied, grinning at him at the same time leaning against him, pressing my ass tighter to his hand. “And I’m wearing your ring to prove it.” I then pulled him down, kissing him again with a deep passionate kiss, my hand straying to the front of his slacks to brush across the slight tent that was developing.

“Yes you are, and don’t you forget that either babe.” He teased, squeezing the cheeks of my ass firmly while also backing away slightly at the sound of the door bell. “And let’s not forget I have other company to greet.”

We both laughed and I brought out the hors d’oeurves, placing them on the table, he went to answer the door. Johnny and his wife Helen were the first to arrive and Johnny slapped Robby on the back as they exchanged greetings and handed him a bottle of wine which he had brought as a gift.

“So where are you hiding the lovely Miss Davis.” Johnny whispered.
“She’s in the living room and just so you know, I’m not hiding her any more. I just so happen to know from a very reliable source, she‘s very much taken.” Robby said with a broad grin.

“Oh? Does that mean what I think it does?” Johnny said with a soft chuckle as they all walked into the living room. He then came up to me and gave me a big hug then introduced me to his wife.

“Merry Christmas Johnny and it’s so nice to see you Helen.” I said, noticing the big grin on Robby’s face which got me wondering what he was smiling about.

I didn’t have a chance to ask him, within a short time the rest of his guests began arriving, introductions were made, drinks made, and soon we all took our seats at the dining room table. Dinner was put on the table and Robby stood up to make a special Christmas toast, thankful for his children, his career and especially his friends gathered together on this holiday.

“And a special thanks to Miss Davis, who has just recently accepted my marriage proposal.” Robby ended his toast at the same time leaning over to me and gave me a soft kiss.

“And why does that not surprise me.” Johnny remarked with a smile. “Congratulations, both of you. Seems we really have something to celebrate now.”

“Thank you Johnny.” I replied and after the other’s congratulated us I leaned over to Robby, giving his thigh a little squeeze under the table and whispered to him. “And that late night celebration is the one I’m looking forward to.”

“Me too baby.” He whispered back to me and winked, at the same time shifting slightly in his seat. I smiled at him and quickly removed my hand from his leg as soon as I saw him reaching his hand under the table, knowing where it was going if I didn’t stop.

After dinner, the men retired to the living room while the women stayed and helped clean up the dinner. They all were very impressed with the ring Robby had given me and were very happy to see the both of us together. When we were through cleaning we all went to join the men and Robby poured each of us a glass of wine that Johnny had brought. I went and sat down on the couch, crossing my legs and smiled at the look Robby gave me when I did so.

It wasn’t long before he joined me, sitting next to me with his arm draped over my shoulder. We all sat around talking and Johnny refilled glasses many times with the various toasts that were made about friends, the holidays and of course our big news.

“And what was that look a few minutes ago, Senator? Was someone being naughty and looking up a girls dress?” I whispered to him, resting my hand on his leg.

“You can’t blame a guy for trying, Miss Davis. Especially when they have a very good idea of what’s under there and is very anxious to see it again.” He whispered in my ear, while his fingers caressed lightly on my shoulder, teasing me as they moved down just a little.

“Be careful with those fingers, Robert, we do have company. That is unless you want them seeing the other company that pops in without warning occasionally.” I replied with a naughty grin, giving his thigh another squeeze.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

As my fingers flirted with the inside of Samantha’s arm, I could feel her squirm just a bit and re-cross her legs. As I glanced over, it was obvious that our level of arousal hadn’t slacked off very much as the points of her breasts were faintly visible through the soft plush of her outfit. But Johnny did have a few business things to talk about while we were together and I had to excuse myself for a few minutes. Sam and I both may have welcomed this brief interruption.

Johnny and I went into the study and reviewed a few things that were on his mind. He had received some inquiries regarding committee assignments and needed to know how I wanted to respond. He had also lined up some TV talk show appearances including one on Larry King Live featuring myself and two other freshman Senators. When that and the other business was out of the way, we got up from the heavy leather chairs and moved toward the door.

“So you popped the question, eh? And on Christmas Day too,” he chuckled.

“I was going to wait until later in the year, but decided to move up my timetable just a bit,” I answered.

“You want any press on this?” he asked, the ever-thinking Chief of Staff.

“Just a brief announcement,” I replied. “This isn’t a big story, not like in the past.”

“Well, I’m happy for you, Old Man,” Johnny said, smacking me on the back. “You always were the one who did the right thing. I knew you'd do the right thing by her.”

“Helen is looking quite lovely,” I remarked. “You two going to stick it out together?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Who’s gonna want an old broken down hack lawyer like me? Besides she’s a good woman and has put up with me all these years. She’s even moving down here to help pick out a new house and everything, so maybe there’s hope for us after all.”

“That’s good to hear,” I said with a smile. “We’ll be looking forward to seeing more of you two then.”

“Great,” Johnny said, pausing by the door before he opening it. “And one last thing. I’m really happy for you. She’s a winner.”

“Thanks, John Boy,” I remarked as we shared a hug, and then headed back down the hallway.

I stopped by the door to the hall bathroom when I heard some rustling inside and the door started to open up. I was surprised to see Samantha appear, looking up at me with a startled look on her face.

“Oh, Robby,” she said. “Next!”

“Yes, thanks,” I said. As she started to slip past me, I saw that Johnny had returned to the living room, so I hooked my hand inside her arm and pulled her into the bathroom with me, snapping the lock on the door behind me.

“Robby! What are you doing?” she asked as I took her into my arms. “We have company … and very little time.”

“I know,” I said slipping my hands around to her back and pulling her body close to mine. “But I just wanted to do this.”

I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers. Feeling her lips part, I extended my tongue to tease hers. Her hands had been resting on my shoulders, but as our kiss grew in intensity, they slipped around to my back. She rose up on her toes to press forward fully in my embrace. My hands ran down her back, past the flair of her waist and cupped the cheeks of her ass. As our breathing increased and our bodies began to rub against each other, I reached down farther and pulled up the hem of her dress, my fingers skating over the tops of her stockings up to the bare cheeks of her ass.

“Oh, Robby … no … don’t …” Samantha began to protest as my fingers ran over her firm warm curves. Yet her kisses didn’t diminish in their passion.

“Oh, Samantha, I love you so much,” I said out of breath, my own kisses moving to her cheek then her neck.

When I kissed and licked her just below the ear, she turned within the circle of my arms so that the arch of her back was against my chest. My hands reached up to cup her breasts, squeezing them through the layer of cashmere and lace. With her dress raised up over her hips, she leaned forward to rest her hands on the sink and ground her ass back against the bulge in my slacks. I let one hand glide down from her breast, over her belly and below. I pulled it up under the skirt of her dress until it cupped the warm mound of her sex.

“Oh … damn you … Robby … not now …” she moaned and pleaded. “Honey … please! Stop!”

With my lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck, I brought my hands to a stop, one cupping her breast, the other holding her sex. She stood up straight and leaned back against me, her own hands reaching around behind me to grab my ass. I held her tightly until the rush of our passion began to ease and our breathing returned near to normal.

“Oh, Baby, good thing you stopped me,” I admitted in a voice little more than a whisper. “I was real close there.”

“Close to what, Lover?” she asked, turning back to face me, her face lifted up to mine, her eyelids resting low on her large dark eyes.

“Close to taking you right here and now,” I said.

“Oh, I thought you might be close to something else … and I haven’t had dessert yet,” she said with a teasing devilish grin.

“We should be getting back, shouldn’t we?” I said softly as we continued to hold each other close.

“In a minute, Hon,” she sighed. “I just want to feel this closeness a little longer.”

We stood in this close embrace, our bodies pressed together, our arms wrapped about each other, and our breath and lips mingling in a series of hot light kisses. When we finally stepped away from each other, Samantha rearranged her dress, smoothing it down along her figure and batting my hands away when I tried to “help.”

“You look terrific, Sam,” I said looking at her before unlocking the door. “Do I look okay?”

She reached up and brushed her fingers over my lips. “Good thing I don’t wear a lot of makeup, Hon, cause otherwise you’d probably have some explaining to do.”

I chuckled and undid the lock, pulling the door open slowly to check the hallway. Fortunately, it was empty and we slipped out unnoticed. I was glad to step out into the cooler air of the hall. Samantha went to the kitchen to get dessert ready while I returned to the living room to announce it. Of course the kids were the first ones to speak up and charge into the kitchen. The adults began to follow.

“Hey, Dad, did you whip up your special dessert topping?” Rob asked innocently.

Samantha looked up with a quick blush filling her cheeks.

“Almost, but not yet, Rob,” I said smiling at Sam. “But as Sam knows, I’m always ready at the drop of … of … a hat.”

Samantha flashed me a tight-lipped smile and a knowing wink as I pulled out the heavy cream and powdered sugar to prepare the topping.

“So what all do we have here?” Ronaldo asked.

“Mince, pumpkin, and apple pies,” Samantha announced. “And there’s some cheesecake for those so inclined.”

“You gotta have my Dad’s special topping," Rob bragged, as I manned the beater and whipped the cream and sugar to a froth.

“Is it possible to have a slice of each,” Kyle asked. The others looked at him and laughed, but he stood his ground. “Hey, I’m still a growing boy!”

Soon everyone had made his or her selection and we adjourned to the dining room. Samantha took my hand on the way and leaned up to whisper in my ear, “You’re going to whip up some of your special dessert topping for me later on I hope.”

“Anything for you, Babe!” I chuckled as we joined the others. “But, ah … it won’t be my hat that I’m dropping.”

She smacked me on the butt and took her seat while I poured the coffee all around.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

Robby sat down with his piece of cheesecake after pouring the coffee and I found myself smiling as I watched him eat it, recalling the evening we spent eating it off each other. He glanced up at me a time or two, noticing the grin on my face, and shook his finger at me, letting me know he was reading my thoughts. This only made me giggle, delighted knowing he was thinking the same thing.

“So have you two set a date for the happy event?” Annie asked, interrupting my train of thought. Both Robby and I looked at her, then at each other.

“Actually… uhm… we’ve been too busy celebrating the engagement. I don’t think either of us have given much thought to the details yet.” I finally said, looking up at Robby who almost choked while taking a sip of his coffee at my intended meaning.

“I bet you have!” Annie replied and the three women giggled softly, looking in Robby’s direction, which now caused him to blush.

“What can I say ladies, she’s a real slave driver that one, whether it’s work or play.” Robby finally managed to say and turned to give me one of those looks that said, ‘I will get you for that one babe.” Everyone laughed at this comment and it was my turn to blush.

“Well, there’s plenty of time for sorting out all the wedding details. I think we’re just going to enjoy the engagement for awhile first.” I remarked, grinning wickedly at Robby, then quickly decided to draw the attention elsewhere. “Anyone for more coffee, or dessert?”

Naturally, the kids were the only ones that had to have another slice of their favorite pie, which I went and helped get for them, returning to pour everyone another cup of coffee. As I stood next to Robby, leaning over to refill his and my cup, I felt his hand brush across my knee and slightly up my leg.

“Be careful everyone, this is a fresh pot of coffee and it is very hot.” I said, eyeing Robby, who quickly removed his hand, although the grin on his face remained.

When we were all finished eating, the children took off to their rooms to enjoy their Christmas gifts and Robby asked if anyone would like a liquor, drink or glass of wine. All but Johnny and Helen decided that they needed to be on their way, so after all the compliments, thank-you’s and congratulations we got their coats and they left. The four of us returned to the living room where Robby decided to open a bottle of champagne that he had put aside and poured us each a glass and then sat down next to me on the couch.

“I’ll make the toast!” Johnny said at once. “To the best US Senator and my best friend as well, may he only rise from here on out. And may your future with the lovely Miss Davis be filled with as much joy as the both of you deserve.”

“And to you my friend, for help making all of it possible.” Robby added, and we all smiled, feeling the warmth of friendship in the room.

“And you did hear that comment about rising, I hope.” I whispered to Robby, giggling softly and wasn’t sure if this giddy teasing mood I was in was the affects of the alcohol consumed, or the long day or even the combination of both.

“You heard the comment of being filled with joy, I hope.” He whispered back with a teasing grin on his face.

The four of us talked for awhile longer, sharing several more glasses of champagne until we finished off the bottle. Helen declined, keeping to drinking coffee, lightly joking with Johnny about someone having to be in shape to drive, although she rarely ever partook in drinking other than a sociable glass now and then. I noticed that it was getting close to 9:00 so I decided I had better go check on the kids, considering they had been very quiet for the last hour. When I got up, Johnny and Helen said they were going to be on their way and after an exchange of hugs and good bye’s, I left them saying goodnight to Robby.

I checked on the kids and found that the three of them were sound asleep in their beds. Although, considering the long several days that we had spent together, I was not surprised, knowing how the excitement of holidays can even exhaust children. After shutting their doors, I turned to see Robby in the hallway, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a strange expression on his face.

“Hmmm, any rising thoughts?” I giggled walking towards him. With that, he quickly moved, scooping me up in his arms and I gasped, giggling louder. He kissed me full on the mouth, trying to quiet me before we woke up the kids and I reached my arms around his neck, kissing him with an urgency that had been building all day long.

“Rising thoughts is not exactly what I had in mind, Milady.” He whispered in my ear, and started nibbling my earlobe and licking below it as he carried me to the bedroom and sat me down at the edge of the bed. “Don’t move.” He said, turning and going to lock the bedroom door.

“Orders now, Sir!” I giggled, watching every move he made, and when he turned back to look at me, he could see the lustful look in my eyes.

“I think someone was being very naughty tonight, makes me wonder what she was asking for.” He replied. He knelt down on the floor in front of me taking my hands in his and without waiting, I gave him a wet passionate kiss, ravishing his mouth with mine, leaving both of us breathless. He then raised my hands above my head, pushing me to lay back on the back and his hands immediately went to the hem of my dress. With a demanding urgency, he pushed my dress up my thighs, over my garter, corselet, then over my head and arms, making sure his hands fondled every part of my body they came in contact with as he did this. “And as promised, she’s going to get it.”

He leaned down, letting his tongue trace down my bare flesh below the garter while his fingers teased down the inside of my arms, neck and then gently squeezed my breasts. I squirmed, giggled and gasped from the tickling sensations as well as his urgent handling. His hands then moved to my thighs, parting them and taking a finger slipped my panty to the side and darted his tongue out to lick up my very moist slit.

“Oh my God!” I gasped, arching my back instantly feeling a hot jolt like electricity, just from the first touch of his tongue.

He quickly slipped off my panties and parted the folds of my pussy, darting his tongue up and down my pink glistening inner folds, now and then flicking his tongue across my clit, teasing it to harden quickly. I felt as if I were a fire he was tendering, building with his tongue and teeth as the instruments. My moans grew louder, my body was beginning to tremble and he took hold of my ankles, bringing my legs up and putting my feet up on the bed so that I was spread wide and vulnerable to his continued teasing and tormenting of my aching pussy and throbbing clit. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass and ground his face into my dripping sex, quickly darting his tongue in and out of me, continuing to lick and lap up my juices.

“God Robby….” I groaned, arching and pushing my hips to him at the same time, bringing my hands to my corselet covered breasts, squeezing them. “Yes, God yes…” I moaned again as I pushed the material down exposing my erect nipples and played with them teasing and tweaking them.

“Mmmm, baby…” He moaned, glancing up at me, aroused by the heated reactions he was bringing out in me. This inflamed him more and he suddenly thrust several fingers deep inside my pussy with his tongue darting and flicking across my clit.

“OH YESSSSSSS!!!!!” I cried out as one spasm after another shot through my body. My juices flooded his face as I came with such a tremendous force, he had to grab my ankles holding them to the bed while my body shook and he continued lapping up the warm overflowing moisture between my legs.

It was only after several minutes that I began to relax enough to breath where he let go of my ankles, licked once more at my pussy and came up on the bed beside me, with both our legs hanging off the edge. I looked over at him, my face still flushed, my breathing still calming and noticed the pleased smile on his face as his leaned down to kiss me.

“Now was that a well kept promise or what?” He asked, with a rather proud expression.

“Indeed it was, but you did forget one thing….” I replied and saw his expression drop to that of confusion. I leaned against him, pushing him down on the bed and slid my body down his to kneel between his legs. “The promise was, I get dessert, not I was dessert!” I giggled as my hands began undoing the belt of his slacks.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

I reached down to help Samantha as she struggled to undo my belt, but she pushed my hands away.

”I’m a big girl, Senator,” she giggled as the belt came open and she worked on the button and zipper. “I know what I’m doing and don’t need your help with this!”

After tugging the zipper all the way down, Samantha moved up onto the bed, her hands and body snaking their way up over me until her face was hovering over mine and she was straddling my hips. She slowly lowered her lips down to mine, placing little teasing kisses on my lips. When I reached my arms around her and tried to escalate, she pulled back.

“Now aren’t you the eager one,” she teased as she began to loosen my tie. When she had it unknotted, she quickly popped open the buttons of my dress shirt, spreading it wide enough to run her hands over my chest, letting her long painted nails graze over the light dusting of hair on my chest and circle my taut little man nipples. Again I reached up to take hold of her shoulders, but she grabbed my wrists and pressed them down to the bed. “You just always want to jump right in with both feet … er, hands, don’t you?”

“But, Sam, you know how much I love you and how badly I want you,” I replied thrusting my hips upward, yet she kept her body positioned well above me.

“Yes, I do, Darling,” she replied, letting her head fall forward so that her hair brushed over my bare chest and my face. “But if you will just let me finish setting the table, I’ll be ready for my dessert.”

I reached up to her again to touch her breasts that had emerged from the cups of the corselet, but just as I managed to give her nipples a playful little tweak, she tugged my tie from the collar and grabbed my wrists.

“I can see that I’ll have to do something about these marvelous hands of yours, Senator,” she said sternly. “I find they are much too distracting.” Holding my arms down to the bed over my head, she quickly wrapped the tie around my wrists. “Now maybe that will hold you,” she remarked as she sat up on me and took note of her handiwork.

Samantha giggled as I tried in vain to free my hands. I knew she could see the look of lustful desire on my face as I gazed up at her. Noticing that my eyes were drawn particularly to the sight of her breasts, she arched her back and reached behind her to unfasten the hooks that held the corselet together. When the sheer little white garment with the pretty lace appliqués fell open, she slowly slipped the tiny straps off each shoulder, one at a time, then pulled it away from her body, revealing her gorgeous unfettered curves to my hungry eyes.

Leaning forward again, she brushed her hard nipples against my bare chest and kissed me again lightly on the lips. Her body swayed from side to side over me, teasing me as her warm flesh passed over me again and again. When I tried again to return her kisses, she simply began to shimmy down my body, taking her kisses to my neck and chest and stomach. Her hands teased my body as she moved lower and lower. By the time she reached my waist, I thought my cock would burst through my boxers. Samantha eased off the bed and knelt between my legs, running her hands over my belly and thighs and the rising bulge in between.

“Why, you have certainly outdone yourself in preparing my dessert, Senator,” she said with an evil little grin as she began to pull my slacks down. Once they were free of my legs, she tossed them aside and ran her hands slowly up my legs then over my boxers. “Mmm, Senator, I have tried so hard to be a good girl all day so I would get my dessert,” she said as her fingers outlined my cock that was straining to rise through the silk boxers. She licked her lips tauntingly. “But I must have been especially good!” When her fingers found a wet spot near the tip, her eyes widened. “Oh, and just what is this?” she said, leaning forward to flick her tongue at it. “A sample of what is to come?”

With both hands, Samantha grasped my cock through the silk and stroked it gently. My hips began to rock and wiggle as if they had a mind of their own as she ran her hands up and down my throbbing shaft. Holding it upright in the tent of my boxers, she ran her fingers up and down the shaft. When she opened her pretty little mouth and let her teeth graze lightly over the head, I felt a huge rush of feelings shoot through my body.

“Oh, god, Sam!” I cried out. “You have got me so turned on!”

“And Sweetie,” she giggled. “I haven’t hardly even started!”

“Oh, fuck!” I swore.

“Does that mean I have to let this monster loose?” she teased, her fingers still circling around my erect cock as it rose upright proudly in its navy blue tent.

“Oh, Sam, you cock tease!” I cried out urgently. “Do it now! Before I spoil your dessert!”

“Oh, all right,” she giggled, letting go of my cock and starting to tug my boxers down. When the waistband passed low enough, my cock bounced free and popped straight up. Samantha simply licked her lips and continued to lower the boxers down until they were free of my feet. She ran her hands back up my bare thighs until they circled the base of my cock. “Enough of this torture. I’m hungry!”

With that she rose up on her knees and brought her puckered lips to the head of my cock and kissed it. As she swirled her moist lips back and forth on the head, they slowly parted and she began to admit me inside her hot wet mouth, bit by bit. One hand grasped the base firmly while the other hand cradled and fondled my balls. She brought her mouth up and off with a little pop, but then quickly began to run her tongue around the head and up and down the shaft. After she had painted it with her tongue, she opened wide and lowered her mouth onto me again, moving up and down slowly, taking more of me inside her with each downward motion. I could see her cheeks dimple inward as she began to suck harder.

“Oh, god, Sam!” I cried out as my hips continued to rock and wiggle.

I had never before felt my cock feel so big and hard as she began to speed up. I struggled to sit up on the bed, bringing my bound hands down to rest on her head as it bobbed up and down. When she pulled her head off to catch her breath, I managed to slip my hands down past her between my legs so that I could touch the firm smooth skin of her breasts. When she took me again inside her mouth, I began to pinch and pull on her nipples as best as I could with my hands tied together and she began to bob her head faster and faster, sucking and stroking my cock and fondling my balls until they rose up tightly against my body.

“Oh, fuck, Sam!” I grunted as she sucked harder and faster, her lips and tongue and teeth practically devouring me. My hips were quaking wildly now, thrusting up into her as she went down on me. Samantha looked up at me and lifted her mouth from me. Smiling devilishly, she licked the shaft again and again, then the head.

“So is my special dessert topping almost ready?” she asked while her hands stroked up and down my shaft firmly.

“Oh, fuck yes, Sam! I’m almost there, baby!”

After swirling the head around and around her puckered lips, she lowered her mouth again, nearly swallowing me. Using both hands on my cock to encase that part which wasn’t inside her mouth, she bobbed her head up and down frantically. The amazing sensations of her marvelous mouth had brought me so close. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, my hands still cupping her breasts. Then I felt the warm tide of cum begin to surge.

“Oh, fuck! Here it comes! Yes!”

My hips thrust up and down violently and I felt the first blast of cum spurt out into her mouth. Without leaving my cock, she brought her mouth up to the head and stroked the shaft with both hands, making me explode time and time again, shooting each load back deep into her throat. I couldn’t believe the mad sensations that were flowing through me. When my last shot had erupted, my eyes opened and I could see Sam still bobbing her head up and down, sucking down every bit of my cum, licking my spent cock tenderly, and fondling my balls.

“My, my, my, Senator!” she sighed. “You have certainly outdone yourself tonight! I must say that is the best dessert I’ve had … well, since the last time you cooked for me.”

“Then we don’t want it to go to waste,” I said bringing my hands up to her mouth so I could collect what had run out of her mouth with my fingers.

“Mmm,” she hummed as she sucked the last drops of cum off my fingers. “Yummy!”

“Oh, Baby!” I moaned, placing my hands below her chin and raising her face up to mine for a kiss. “As long as you’re willing to help, I’ll be willing to make you all the dessert you want.”

“You’re going to spoil me, Senator Holmes,” she giggled.

“And you will love it,” I answered before giving her another deeper, wetter kiss. “But if you don’t mind, it might be nice if you’d untie me.”

“Oh? And what’s in it for me?”

“Untie me and see,” I teased. Even though I had just emptied myself into her mouth, my cock had remained pretty stiff and my desire for her hadn’t lessened at all.

“Hmm, I suppose I’ll have to take a chance,” she replied with a smile as she started to unfasten the tie that was knotted around my wrists. “A girl could get into trouble …”

“Not to worry, Baby,” I said as my hands broke free. “We’ve just got unfinished business.”

I reached down under her arms and scooped her up onto the bed. Rolling her over onto her back, I crawled up between her legs and kissed my way up from her wet pussy to her luscious breasts to her waiting mouth. As our lips met again, the head of my cock began to introduce itself to the moist folds of her sex.

“Mmm, Senator,” she moaned. “I just love unfinished business.”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I grasped his shoulders as he arched back and slowly slid the tip of his cock inside me, pushing it in a little only to withdraw it, teasing me.

“Although you do realize Miss Davis, I prefer taking my time finishing up such important business as this.” He replied as he arched his hips, pushing himself a little deeper inside me, slowly caressing the walls of my pussy.

“You prefer teasing me and driving me crazy, Senator.” I replied looking up at him with my eyes filled with lust and desire.

“Oh that I do, Miss Davis, and I love making you crazy.” He sighed, slowly inching his cock in and out of my warmth, making sure it rubbed across my sensitive clit, making me moan and buck my hips to feel more of him. I went to wrap my legs around his waist, but he hooked his fingers around my ankles, raising my legs at the same time spreading them wide. “Mmmmm, is Milady getting a little impatient?” He asked, grinning wickedly, this time slowly pushing his entire length deep inside my pussy and holding himself there.

“Damn you, Robby, you know I am!” I cried out, my hands clawing at the bed covers as I tried to thrust my hips against him.

“My my such language from Milady!“ He teased. “Then show me how crazy I’m making you, baby. Play with your tits for me and show me just how excited I’m making you.” I could hear the arousal in his voice at the very idea of what he wanted me to do and saw the lusting gaze in his eyes. Still holding my legs spread open he began to very slowly thrust deep inside of me, making my pussy grip tightly to his cock.

“And such demands, Sir.“ I replied, both his words and cock making me moan in pleasure. Without any other needed encouragement, I caressed my hands over my breasts, squeezing them and pulling my pert nipples, enjoying how they tingled. I looked at him watching me, his eyes gleaming with desire as he continued thrusting, beginning to increase the rhythm. “Damn, I love how you fuck me! You’re really getting to me, you know!”

“Show me baby, show me! Rub your pussy, play with your clit and show me how much you love it!” He groaned, raising my ankles over his shoulder. His hands went to my thighs keeping my legs open and he began bucking his hips, plunging faster into me.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out, keeping one hand squeezing my breast while I reached down to rub my hand across my pussy, running my finger across my very hard clit. My head went back, my eyes closed as I rocked my hips in motion to his thrusts at the same time feeling waves of pleasure washing over me the more as I continued touching myself, knowing how much this was arousing him.

“God Sammy…I love watching you…” He whispered, his breath somewhat hoarse. He then leaned down, letting my legs slip off his shoulders and his lips claimed mine. His kiss was filled with passion, his tongue pushing deep inside my mouth as he wrapped his arms around me. He shifted position, laying back on the bed, pulling me with him so that I was atop him, his cock still buried deep inside me. His hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass, squeezing them and pulling me down on him as he thrust up inside me. “Ride my cock baby, show me how crazy I’m making you!”

“You are… God you are lover…” I moaned, rocking my hips back and forth as he continued to bring my ass down to meet his thrusts. My hands went to his shoulders and I leaned forward with my breasts pressed against his chest. I gave him a long wet kiss, every part of me was burning with arousal. It felt as if I couldn’t get enough of him, the feel of him inside me, the feel of his warm flesh against mine, his movements, his words, his lips. I leaned up, arching my back so that my breasts were just a breath away from his face. “Touch me, Robby…suck my nipples…god how you drive me crazy….”

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

I reached up to cup her lovely full breasts, swaying to the movement of her body just above me. I ran my fingers over her them, the soft smooth sweet flesh, the hard erect nipples, and the puckered aureoles. I moved my hands up to her shoulders, letting my fingers traced along each little nook and cranny along the way, then down along the outside of her arms and up along the insides. With each movement of my hands over her body, Samantha seemed to drive her hips harder against me, her arousal increasing by the moment.

“Oh, Robby … oh, Robby,” she repeated over and over.

I let my hands wander all over every part of her body that I could reach, her legs and hips, her waist and ass, her belly and breasts. When I cupped her breasts again, I lifted my head up and in turn took each nipple into my mouth, licking it, kissing it, and sucking it deep inside where I could tease it with my tongue and teeth. When both were fully wet from my damp kisses, I touched them with my fingertips, pinching them and rolling them until she cried out with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Robby!” she screamed as her hips bucked wildly.

As her orgasm neared, she fell forward, clutching at my shoulders, holding her quivering body close to mine. I continued to thrust up into her, harder and harder. Each time I slammed up into her, her body bounced upward increasing her excitement.

I pulled her shoulders down to me and rolled her over onto her back. Grasping her legs, I pulled them upward, spreading them apart, bending them back until her feet neared her shoulders. Seized by my mad passion, I thrust deeply into her again and again. Samantha grabbed my ass and pulled me into her, her cries of passion muffled against my shoulder.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Robby! Oh, fuck!” she cried out as a tremendous orgasm overcame her.

I let go of her legs and they fell back along the sides of my body toward the bed. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close as I continued to thrust slowly and deeply into her sopping wet pussy, her body trembling out of control. And though I had not ejaculated, I felt the same release as if I had come, my own body shivering and sweating as the sexual tensions that had been building all day, were released.

We held each other tightly, nearly laughing from the wild feelings sweeping through our bodies. I had been with several women before, and was sure that Samantha was quite experienced as well, but I had never felt the great love and desire for someone as I did for her.

“Oh, Baby,” I sighed as my breath began to return to normal. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas to you too,” she whispered, holding me tightly.

And so we lay together for quite a while until we finally moved to cover up and snuggle up for the night. With the pleasure of our lovemaking reverberating between us, we soon fell asleep.