Primary Ambitions

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

“Ahhhh, yes the intimacy of good friends, I think I’ve all but forgotten what that is like these last few months.” I said taking a deep sigh, before looking into his eyes. What I saw made me pause for brief moment, a bewildered look on my face. I thought for a moment how funny it was that two people could be so different, yet at the same time be so alike.

“Well, when I do have time, which like you is very rare, I do enjoy being at the ranch without all the commotion. I love the quiet there, sometimes reading or swimming when possible. But I have to admit, I also like going to several of the nightclubs, mingling with people, meeting knew ones, laughing, talking and dancing. I guess it just depends on the mood I’m in, whether I want quiet, or excitement; I enjoy both. Well that is when I have time to.”

After saying that, my mind quickly pictured me in his arms dancing, and I blinked my eyes, shaking my head slightly trying to clear those thoughts. I knew I needed to quit thinking like that; this was business, business I kept telling myself. But between the comments and looks in both our eyes, business had been long since pushed aside.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

With each word she spoke, I could easily picture myself with her at her ranch, reading or swimming, looking after her guests. And knowing my own love of nightlife, it was no problem seeing us together nightclubbing, mingling old friends and new, laughing and talking, sharing the moment together. And I pictured us dancing together, a spicy salsa or mambo where only our fingertips touched, or a slow dreamy waltz, arm in arm.

"You know, Samantha," I intejected, as we had both finished our dinners. "It would truly be a shame for the night to end with dinner here. I don't suppose we might be able to find some other sort of mischief tonight? You mentioned dancing and I must admit that I haven't been out for some time now. Seeing that we are both dressed up, you would be interested?"

It was spoken as a question, but her open expression told me that it was heard as a statement, one upon which she would be interested in following up. Besides, we had covered our prearranged business topics and were ready for something else, something that perhaps neither of us realized or understood at this joyful moment.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I thought over his invitation to continue the evening and was immediately excited at the idea. I realized by going out dancing with him, business being over, this would be pleasure only and I had to ask myself if that was the right thing to do. But the more I thought about it, I had been out many times with just friends doing the same thing. What harm could come of, just two people having a little fun, I told myself. Although I knew how my father would answer that, but he wasn’t me.

“Robby that sounds like a wonderful idea. I haven’t been out in along time and it sounds like we both would enjoy the change. Although let’s not make it to late of an evening, I have a busy schedule tomorrow and I would imagine so do you.” I smiled brightly, telling that inner voice of mine to hush and let me enjoy the rest of the evening. I picked up my glass of wine and kept looking into his eyes, feeling as if they were drawing me in. After finishing my wine and setting it down, I stood up.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go freshen up before we go. That should give you time to think of a nice place for us to go.” I said lightly, letting him know that it was his choice of where we would go. I turned then, my back to him, and walked off to the powder room.

I felt the butterflies in my stomach just at the idea of being out with him and had to give myself several minutes to calm down. I checked myself in the mirror and there was definitely a light flush over my face. Probably the wine, I said to myself, but then laughed. Yeah right Samantha, next you’ll be coming up with some business excuse for going dancing too. I ran a brush quickly through hair and dabbed some fresh powder on my face. After several minutes I walked back to the table.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

I couldn't help but smile as she excused herself so sweetly and my eyes followed her every step of the way. The curves of her backside were as beautiful as the front, and I knew mine were not the only pair of admiring eyes in the restaurant.

Once our "business affairs" had been dispatched with, the evening had become filled with impulse and desire, yet I needed these moments to think this evening through. I remembered Johnny's words of caution and knew I had to be careful here. But what harm could this do, so long as it did not get out of hand? We have every reason to be out together, no matter what my throbbing heart was saying to me. And after this long run of meetings and glad-handing, who could fault me for a few hours of fun, especially with my lovely intended companion?

Having rationalized my way into a longer evening than originally intended, my thoughts turned to where this party would move. There were several clubs I had heard the younger staffers talk about, but the one that came to mind most immediately was The Driftwood, a small, older place with a contemporary house band, a place where we could lose ourselves for a few hours. As I finished off the last sip of wine, I lowered my head and imagined the look on her face as we danced to the latest hits, and then how wonderful it would feel to have Samantha in my arms as we moved about the dance floor to a ballad.

A sudden breeze and a fresh breath of her perfume brought me out of it. I looked up to see her slip up to the table, her silky dark hair swirling about her face, her enchanting smile sparkling, and her supple body posed invitingly.

"Are you ready?" I asked needlessly.

I signed the check and stood up and helped her drape her wrap about her shoulders. Taking her arm in mine I escorted her to the door. As we eased into the cab, I was surprised at how close she sat to me, in a friendly but not too provacative way. Just to be here with her was a thrill and I could hardly wait for the next act of this little play.

"The Driftwood lounge," I told the driver as he pulled away. "And we are in no hurry."

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

“I have some friends that have told me about the Driftwood, having never been there myself, they all had nice things to say about it. Now I’ll know what they are talking about.” I said warmly at him, but made no comment about not being in a hurry, although underneath my friendly calm exterior, I was grinning.

I shifted in my seat a little, my leg brushing against his as I crossed mine. I smiled and straightened my dress as I apologized for this, but I wasn’t sure it was entirely an accident. With being this close to him in the cab, I knew it might be harder than I first thought to keep it light and friendly. Especially since I was finding him very charming and someone I actually enjoyed being with.

“Thank you for the wonderful dinner Robby. I really have enjoyed the evening so far very much.” I said in a soft, sincere voice.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

"Believe me, the pleasure is all mine," I said tenderly, and watched as Samantha smiled and looked down and away.

Coupled with her cute apology for brushing up against me as we settled into the cab, I asked myself it this was a charming act of innocence? If so, I was somewhat surprised for at first take, I had expected her to be worldly and sophisticated and even a little bit jaded. But as we had gotten to know each other through our conversation and the many loving looks and little laughs, all of her prep school pretensions seemed to have been stripped away and I liked the woman that was left behind and I liked being with her very much.

As I joked about having to rely on rumors instead of personal experience for nightclubbing, I realized that my hand had come to rest on my thigh, just a breath away from hers. I couldn't resist reaching over to take her soft little hand in mine and give it a polite squeeze.

Whatever spirit took over me next I'm not sure, but I raised her hand up to my lips and kissed it softly and gently. She felt warm to the touch of my cool lips and she tilted her head back bringing her face so very close to mine. I could feel her breath on my cheeks, the warmth of her face and body radiating toward me. Her tongue instinctively passed over her lips, wetting them down, her mouth remained slightly parted. Eyes wide open, I leaned toward her, a hair's breadth away.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I’m not sure how it happened, first we were laughing and talking, and next I felt his hand squeeze mine. His touch was so gentle, almost as if reassuring me of an unknown fear and at first I could only stare down at his hand upon mine. When he held it and brought it to his lips, my eyes followed, mesmerized. His kiss was tender, gentle and I felt myself drawing closer to him.

I looked at him, his eyes held almost a dreamy quality as if the world had stopped for a brief moment and all that existed was this moment. I saw it in his eyes and had a good feeling he was going to kiss me; did I want him to? Yes hadn’t the evening been building towards this very moment? But then what, and with this thought my head was spinning with questions. Should we start along this road, where would it lead, was this all just part of his technique to get a donation, or maybe this was just a friendly kiss, reassuring like squeezing my hand.

I was being pulled in two directions, emotions one and thoughts the other. I felt his warmth breath as he leaned getting closer to me, my eyes widened. Apparently my instincts took over, my mind winning the battle inside me and before he had a chance I brushed his lips with mine softly, just a quick whisper of a kiss. My hand still in his, I looked at him then with a twinkling in my eyes and a sensuous look on my face, my voice soft and seductive.

“Be careful Robby, I just might forget you’re married and you just might forget you’re running for office.”

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

"Then, let's just forget that this happened," I said softly, leaning forward just enough for my lips to lightly brush hers.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as we kissed. I knew it was wrong, that it could lead some place that would help neither of us. But her lips tasted so sweet and delicious that I had to let mine linger a moment or two longer than I had intended. With my one hand holding hers, I slipped the other up behind her neck. At that moment I realized that I was so willing to touch her body and eager to make love to her, as in appropriate as that could possibly be. So I pulled back and her dark eyes opened wide. I could tell from her expression that she liked it, but I knew that anything more would be pushing the envelope too far.

"I don't want to spoil a lovely evening like this, Samantha," I whispered, knowing that the look on my face betrayed my statement since there was no feeling of regret in my heart. I looked up ahead and saw that we were pulling up to The Driftwood. "I hope that you wore your dancing shoes."

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

His kiss sent shivers through my body, and my mind could not think of anything other than the feel of his lips against mine. The exciting way his lips lingered, a hint of wanting more. The feel of his hand slip behind my neck broke down my defenses, making me feel a desire for him that however wrong, was in fact there. When he drew back I could tell he saw this in my eyes and I could tell in his, he wasn’t stopping because he wanted to.

I sensed as he spoke, he had no regrets about the kiss and I had to admit neither did I. But the obviously problems it could cause, going any further, was something I didn’t think either one of us wanted to deal with. Yet, looking at him now, the seductive smile on his face, the soft tone he spoke in, the feel of his hands, all this was telling me there were already problems at hand. The mere fact that the air was filled with a sexual tension that both of us could feel and a building desire between us that would only fuel that fire was definitely a problem.

"I hope that you wore your dancing shoes." I heard him say with a light tone.

“Well let’s hope so, Robby. Of course I can always take them off, and if that doesn’t help and my feet get too sore, you just might have to carry me out!” I whispered teasingly as we got out of the cab.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

Laughing at her remark as I took her arm and headed toward the door of the nightclub, the image of me sweeping her trim body up in my arms filled my mind. Her light, teasing smile stirred me deep inside and I felt relieved that we would be out in public, away from a more tempting private setting.

For a mid-week night, the Driftwood was nicely filled with enough of a crowd that we could become lost. I recognized the place from an excursion or two years before when I was a newly elected state legislator. The crowd was mixed, a few kids in their baggy, saggy jeans and belly-baring cropped tops, a number of young couples dressed smartly, a couple of groups out celebrating an occasion, and a handful of locals hanging out along the bar. With no familiar faces to create any concern, we found a nice cozy table off to the side, away from the lights.

The band was very good, a tight quintet with a great horn player, and were working through a mixed set of rock and pop favorites. No sooner had we settled in and ordered some drinks, when they began to play what must have been a favorite song of Samantha’s. Her face lit up brightly and she practically jumped out of her chair and waved me up excitedly to join her. She boldly reached for my hand and squeezed it as she pulled me toward the dance floor. I couldn’t help but notice the rhythmic way she moved through the maze of tables, the subtle curves of her hips and legs shifting in time to the beat of the music.

Twirling around to face me when we had reached an open spot, she reached out and held my hands for a moment, her expression filled with joy and excitement and promise. It had been a year or two since I had been on a dance floor with anyone, yet I knew when I saw the inviting look on Samantha’s face that I would follow along with her anywhere.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

Walking in, I looked around and immediately felt comfortable. There seemed to be a nice variety of people, enough for us not to stand out and whom all seemed to be enjoying themselves. I was also pleased with our table, feeling it had a little more privacy, but I was unsure if I liked this as not to be noticed or for more personal reasons.

When the waiter took our drink order, I ordered a rum and coke with a twist of lime and I noticed a smile come across the Senator’s face. I smiled back, getting the feeling because of my order; he was more comfortable to order something other than wine. Before we even had a chance to talk, I heard the song begin to play and I immediately wanted to dance. I had not heard it nor danced to it in so long, I had almost forgotten how much I enjoyed it.

Without thinking to ask if he wanted to dance, I grabbed his hand pulling him to the dance floor. Turning and taking his hands, I suddenly felt a rush of emotions, stronger than I could recall having before. I wasn’t sure if it was the growing excitement throughout the evening, the music and atmosphere around, or the look in his eyes at this very moment that was making my heart race.

I moved closer to him, my body almost touching his and all I could think about was how much I wanted to be in his arms. We both seemed to be looking or searching into each others eyes, silently as we swayed and moved to the music. When the song ended, we remained still gazing at each other as the next song started. This song was a slow romantic one and without hesitating I let go of his hand and moved my hand to go on his shoulder and around his neck, pressing my body against his and I felt his go around my waist. I inhaled deeply, the scent of his cologne was inviting and the warmth of his body now against mine filled me with a desire I hadn’t felt for anyone before.

As we danced, my fingertips seemed to have a mind of their own as they caressed the back of his neck and reached up now and then to feel the softness of his hair in between my fingers.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

As we moved lightly about the dance floor at first, I felt an unexpected rush of excitement and joy. She was a wonderful dancer, her moves gracefully complimenting my own. Holding close to each other only by our hands we moved and swayed to this unfamiliar tune. With every beat, her smile began to glow and her eyes grew brighter. I was hardly mindful of the other couples on the dance floor, so completely captured was my attention by my delightful companion.

As the song ended and we paused for an awkward moment--I was unsure as to whether she might want to remain for the next dance--the band quickly took up the verse of an old romantic ballad that sounded vaguely Gershwinesque. She slipped her hand up onto my shoulder and eased her body close to mine. Instinctively I slipped my hand around to the middle of her back, my palm savoring the touch of the soft smooth skin of her bare back. She felt so, so, ... so good in my arms, vulnerable and soft, that I pulled her closer, our bodies pressing tightly together as we danced.

The tune was familiar enough for me to hum along and I was amazed at how easily we fit together, one set of hands clasped together, the other hands tucked lovingly around each other. The light feminine scent of her perfume was intoxicating to me. With each strain we became more familiar with each other; I lead her into more challenging steps and she followed beautifully along.

For these precious moments, there was only the music of Gershwin, the sweet warmth of this lovely young woman, her fingers playfully caressing the back of my neck, and the look in her eyes. How long had it been since I last felt this way, I thought to myself. The answer was of little consequence since it was this very moment, the tender look in her eyes, and the feeling stirring deep inside me that really mattered to me.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

The warm feel of his hand on my bare back as he pressed me tightly to him and his soft humming stirred my desires even more so. Dancing with him was a pleasure and a delight. With each new dance step he lead me into, it was a refreshing and wonderfully erotic feeling being able to move and sway against him to the music.

Dancing like this with our bodies touching, the alluring look in his eyes, I felt almost as if we were the only two on the dance floor. And if we had been, with the way I was feeling and the way I sensed he was feeling, things would have been heating up even more than they were already. I leaned closer to him, my breath against his neck and I whispered softly, but enough so that he could hear me.

“You are a wonderful dancer Robby. They way you move makes me wonder….”

I didn’t finish my sentence, leaving him to draw his own conclusions while I rested my head against his shoulder as we finished the dance. When the music ended and with his hand at my waist, he led us back to our table. Our drinks were there waiting for us and he held my chair for me as I sat down. I watched him while instead of sitting across from me, he pulled his chair closer to me and then sat down. Looking at him, my eyes and slow smile let him know that I was excitingly pleased he had done that.

“Mmmmm, cozy.” I said with an arousing tone. He was quiet and the look in his eyes gave me the impression that he was trying to figure out something, whether it was something he wanted to say or something he wanted to do, I was unsure of.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

“You are a wonderful dancer Robby. They way you move makes me wonder….”

Samantha spoke softly and when she didn't complete her sentence, she was not the only one left wondering. Made her wonder? Made me wonder what lay behind her comment. As we moved about the dance floor, holding her tender body so very close to mine, I wondered just where this was leading, why this woman, and why at his point in my life?

Sure, my marriage had descended into a union of convenience, on the surface a perfect picture of political bliss that looked heart-warming on the front page and bought votes from the great American middle class, yet on the inside was little more than a series of cool stares, frosty words, and long lonely nights in my own apartment, walking distance from the Capitol building.

And here I was tonight, moving slowly and sensuously about on a dance floor with a beautiful young woman, fiery and dynamic, tucked closely to my body, the look in her eye, the scent of her perfume, the warmth of her body, the excitement of her personality, all combining to make me forget completely about what was politically correct for a winning candidate. And the true wonder was why I really didn't care. I wanted to be here at this moment with the luscious strains of Gershwin dancing on the air, and I wanted this vibrant young woman in my arms. Surely she could feel all this in the way I held her, the way I looked at her, and the way our bodies fit together as we danced.

The song ended and we moved back to our table, walking slowly and so close together. I pulled my chair close to her. “Mmmmm, cozy.” Samantha said softly. The sound of her voice continued to arouse my senses, and surely she knew that I longed to be more than "cozy" with her. I remained silent as I thought about what I should tell her. She deserved to hear something from me, something that would tell her how I felt, and not just about her potential political contribution, but also of my new and fresh feelings for her, and even some explanation of where I stood with her. A thousand replies threaded their way through my mind in those moments before I finally spoke.

"You know, Samantha, this evening has been completely different from what I expected," I began. My hand reached over on the table to hold hers tenderly. "I really expected to have a nice friendly dinner with you, but I find myself thinking of more than your PAC contribution, much, much more. You are a beautiful young woman and you make me realize what has been missing from my life the past few years. I have been spending so much of my time working for my constituents, solving problems, navigating a hundred bills through the legislature, that I haven't taken much time at all for myself."

I raised her hand up to my lips and kissed it again. Her smooth silky skin tasted sweet to my lips. Her smile, her gaze, and her warmth were driving wild thoughts madly through my mind. There were many other things I wanted to tell her, but held back. I hoped that she would understand.

"But let's not allow that to spoil this beautiful evening," I said before letting our hands fall down to nestle together in her lap. I raised my glass of straight Kentucky bourbon to my lips. As I gazed at her over the rim of the glass into her deep dark eyes, I felt as if she could see right into me and sense the measures of strength and vulnerability that resided within. The look on her face drew me toward her, a long lingering look that turned into a soft brushing romantic kiss. As our lips parted, I smiled tenderly. "I'd much rather think about the warm evening air, the wonderful music, and the pleasure of your company."

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I gazed into his eyes and could almost see his thoughts spinning through his head. Why was it that just being so near to him, the looks he gave me, the touch of his hand against my skin, just made me melt? Of course his obvious good looks and charming personality was stirring a tremendous desire inside me. But I had been around many men with those same qualities and I hadn’t felt like this with them. There seemed to be so much more to this man unlike the superficial type that I had at first thought before meeting him.

I knew my initial attraction to him was the power I had with him wanting a contribution, but throughout the evening and getting to know him, what I was feeling had little to do with that now. When he spoke and placed his hand on mine an electrifying feeling surged throughout my body. His words not only stirred my desire, but my heart as well understanding very well what he meant about missing something in his life in the last several years. Up until now, I hadn’t realized that myself either.

"But let's not allow that to spoil this beautiful evening," he said and when his lips kissed my hand, no longer did I care about either of our reasons why this was happening. The fact that he was married seemed to be the furthest thing from my mind having become totally irrelevant to this moment in time. Having realized along time ago, life was too short to pass on a chance at pleasure, happiness or joy, even if it were for just a brief time. I looked deep into his eyes and felt the warmth and desire he had expressed throughout the magical evening, and could tell he knew that I was feeling the same.

“You’re right Robby, let’s not allow that to spoil this wonderful evening.” I said softly and leaned my body towards him. My hand that he was not holding reached around his neck, my eyes holding his, and I gently pulled him to me. My lips met his and I kissed him lightly at first, the feel and taste of his lips on mine arousing me beyond words. Our kiss lingered and then grew passionate and I was sure he could feel my desire for him more and my acceptance of what he had told me.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

Hopelessly, helplessly, I felt the passion in our kiss grow. And when our lips parted and our eyes met up again, it felt as if our thoughts were flowing from one’s mind to the other’s. The yearning and burning desire to be with someone, to be with her, open and free felt so strong.

I could easily see that this one was not of the sorority of women who attached themselves to politics and a fave popular politician, the kind of woman I had always deftly managed to avoid. In fact, her attitude had seemed almost apolitical. Perhaps that was why I felt I could tell her anything, disclose my most secret thoughts, my deepest desires and find acceptance. And yet, my usual flair for words was failing me.

There were times to speak and there were times for action, and as my heart raced crazily and I looked into Samantha’s eyes, this moment certainly felt more like the latter than the former.

“Would you care to leave?” I asked. The touch of her hand on my neck enflamed me greatly.

“And just where would we go?” she replied, and it felt as if I could give her any answer and she would go with me.

“It’s a lovely night out,” I answered. “A walk in the park, a stroll by the river, just about any place would be wonderful if it’s with you.”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I asked where he wanted to go, and would have gone anywhere he wanted. His suggestions were good and I thought over them, but with my heart beating, what I was feeling and the look in his eyes, I knew where we needed to go. With my hand still around his neck, I pulled him closer to me and softly whispered to him.

“Let’s get a cab, I think we are more than ready to leave.”

He gave me a questioning look at first, but stood up, pulling me along with him. He led me to the door and shortly we were seated in a cab. The driver asked our location and before the Senator had a chance to answer I gave the driver my address. Once we were on our way, I moved very close to Robby and leaned over, my breasts pressed against his chest, my arms going around his neck.

“I know this is not what we should be doing, but I don’t care right now. I only know that I want you right now, but if you want to just drop me off when we get to my place and leave, I will understand. It will not influence the decision on our contribution at all.”

By the tone of my voice, the look in my eyes and the expression on my face, I was hoping he heard the sincerity in what I was saying.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

Samantha had slipped her arms up around my neck, her silky wrap falling away from her shoulders.

“I know this is not what we should be doing, but I don’t care right now. I only know that I want you right now …

There was no reply needed at this moment. Instead, I slipped my arms around her and felt her press her warm round body up against me. As we faced each other in the cab, one hand came to rest on her shoulder the other near her waist; each of them touching her bare skin, a touch that sent shivers of excitement through me. I knew being with her like this was wrong, but I didn’t care either. I wanted this woman so much.

We kissed softly, a light, brushing kiss that lingered, but which lead to harder, deeper more passionate kisses. The moment our tongues touched was electric. My hands couldn’t resist wandering over her back, my fingertips slowly exploring every subtle curve and valley. I brought a hand around her hip and moved it up from her waist toward her breast, feeling the warmth of her body through the light clingy material of her dress. I wasn’t surprised to find the nipple of her breast taut and stiff. As I cupped her breast tenderly, my thumb slipped off the dress and touched her soft smooth skin.

My kisses shifted from her lips to her neck and down along her shoulder. My tongue eagerly darted out to flick at her ear lobe and draw light languid lines up and down her neck. I loved the taste of her skin and the way she moved in response to my attentions. Any pretense of civilized political maneuvering was long lost and forgotten. This was now just a meeting of a woman and a man, their passion and emotions let loose and running wild.

As my kisses began to work their way down the neckline of her dress, she arched her back, the movement of which spread her dress open revealing more of the luscious curves of her breasts. My lips and tongue delighted in the taste and texture of her body presented to me so wonderfully. As my thumb pulled her dress aside my lips followed along, laying a sweet line of kisses until they reached her taut dark little nipple. I kissed it and licked it and let my teeth nibble on it gently. When I sucked it up into my mouth she gasped and shivered noticeably.

I looked up and saw she had tilted her head back, her eyes closed, her face awash with a beautiful look of enjoyment and passion. I kissed my way back up the gorgeous valley between her breasts, to her neck, her chin and then her mouth, her soft wet lips tasted luscious and sweet to mine as we kissed again and again madly.

Suddenly we felt the cab lurch to a stop and the reality of the world once again imposed itself on our little rendezvous.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

His fingers and lips were making my body tingle all over, the passion I felt intensified for him over riding any of the moral or ethical issues I had been struggling with. My body moved beneath his touch, relishing the feel of his hands on my skin and the feel of his lips caressing me working their way down my body.

My nipples grew hard and sensitive, pressing against the material of my dress and when he cupped my breast, my body quivered from the pleasure I felt. My fingers combed through the softness of his hair and caressed the back of his neck. My strong desire for this man was now making me forget that we were in the backseat of a cab and not alone with the cab driver just up front.

When I felt his lips on my nipple, kissing, licking then nibbling, my back arched my head went back and I murmured softly with lustful pleasure. My hands were at his back pressing him to me as his lips kissed and tasted their way back to mine. With our lips and tongues once again hungrily exploring and tasting each other’s, my only thought was to continue this rendezvous in the privacy of my apartment.

At the lurch and stop of the cab, it felt like reality had just slapped us both in the face. The cab driver turned around to us, smiling at having caught a view of what we had been up to and after a slight pause he explained what was going on. We were only several buildings away from my apartment building but several cars in front of us there had been an accident. Vehicles were stopped all around us, people were everywhere getting out to either see what happened or help. Apparently it had just happened and the police or ambulance had not arrived at the scene yet. Much to my disappointment, this was going to put a hold on my expectations of continuing the evening. I quickly began fixing my dress, looking at the scene ahead and then back to the Senator.

“Robby, as much as I want you to come up to my apartment, I think it would be best if I just get out of the cab and walk to my apartment. With all these people here, I don’t think it’s too wise for us to be seen getting out and going into my apartment. As innocent as we might explain it, the publicity would be bad for both of us. I also can see if someone is hurt here and what kind of help they may need. Maybe it would be better if you gave me a call tomorrow and we can set up a time to meet at the ranch Friday or you can decided if you want to ride with me.”

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

As Samantha re-composed herself I couldn't resist reaching out to stroke her soft cheek.

"You're absolutely right," I agreed sadly, trying desperately inside to calm down my raging heartbeat. "Goodnight, Samantha. Sleep warm!"

I kissed her again, softly and tenderly and lovingly, hoping that it would tell her everything I felt but could not put into words. She smiled so warmly, her sparkling dark eyes revealing her similar feelings. I helped her arrange her wrap about her shoulders and she said goodnight and slipped from the cab, her hand grazing my shoulder and hand as I helped her out.

With the cab stuck in traffic I could not help but let my eyes follow her as she hurried down the sidewalk toward the accident scene. The sway of her walk, the curves of her legs, the bob of her head mesmerized me.

"That's a pretty lady you have there, Buddy," said the cabdriver. "You're a lucky fella."

I could easily see him wink in the mirror as he spoke.

"Thanks," I replied. "But maybe lucky isn't the exact word for it."

It was several minutes before the police managed to route the traffic around the accident scene. As the cab whipped past, I caught a glimpse of Samantha comforting one of the accident victims. My god, how I loved that woman, I said to myself, and then sat upright at the thought. No, that couldn't be. That wasn't allowed in my life, not now, not at this time.

It was a short drive to my own apartment. By the expression on the cabdriver's face, I was sure that I had overtipped him, but really didn't care.

"Good evening, Senator," said the doorman brightly. "Another late night on the campaign trail?"

"Yes, William. Just one of many more to come," I replied.

It was a long slow trip up to my place. Although I had prided myself on decorating my personal space in a warm yet masculine style, the place felt cold and empty tonight. I slipped out of my clothes and into the shower, letting the steaming water blast me from this romantic dream back to reality.

Yet as I later stood toweling off, I looked at myself in the mirror, my tall muscled body still tense, showing the lingering signs of arousal. When I brought my hand down and touched my semi-rigid cock, the feelings of need and desire blossomed again and the image of Samantha smiling and touching my cheek as she slipped out of the cab returned.

The image followed along as put my clothes away and eased my naked body between the sheets. I lay awake for many minutes, unable to sleep with these thoughts of her racing through my head. I impulsively reached for the phone and punched up her number. It took several rings before she answered.

"Hi. It's me," I said, my voice soft and deep. "Just wanted to know if you were okay and to thank you for a wonderful evening."

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

My thoughts immediately went to the accident scene and to the man lying on the ground. I leaned down and comforted him, telling him not to move and wait for the ambulance to arrive. Surveying the scene I was relieved that no one else was hurt. I continued to talk to him and found out his name, making a mental note to remember to call and check on him tomorrow and see how he was doing. The ambulance arrived shortly and I waited until they took him away and then seeing that nothing else was needed I went up to my apartment.

I went directly to my bedroom, stripping off my clothes and got under the hot shower. When the water hit my body, my nipples instantly grew hard and thoughts of Robby filled my mind once again. After soaping the washcloth, I started washing my arms and then ran the cloth over my breasts. My eyes closed, as I thought about the feel of his hands and lips touching me and my pulse quickened. I continued to wash over my body and when I ran the cloth slowly between my legs, the desire and craving at my pussy was overwhelming. I quickly finished my shower and after drying of, slipped naked into bed.

I closed my eyes, smiling with thoughts of Robby, and what the upcoming weekend may hold. The phone rang within seconds and I heard him on the other end. I smiled, feeling warm all over at just the sound of his voice.

“Well hello. Yes I’m fine and I think the injured man will be okay too. I enjoyed our evening very much too. I want to thank you again for everything. I’m just sorry it had to end so suddenly. Is everything all right? I didn’t expect to hear from you until tomorrow.” My voice was soft and calm, yet inside my heart was pounding. It was amazing the affect he kept having on me, even just his voice. Unconsciously, my hand had started slowly rubbing the satin sheet against my body.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

“No, there’s nothing wrong. I didn’t expect to call you until tomorrow,” I said feeling the faint warmth of embarrassment flushing my cheeks. “Just one of those sudden impulses I guess.”

I was glad to hear that she had enjoyed our evening, not that there was any doubt in my mind, even if her enjoyment had been even half of mine. Hearing her voice again, soft and calm, was a pleasure and the sound of her words over the phone line stirred me greatly.

“Forgive me for calling at this late an hour, but seeing how the evening ended I guess I wanted to hear the sound of your voice again. I hope you don’t mind.”

As she went on to answer, my body, warm between the cool sheets, responded as if she were snuggling up close beside me. My free hand laying on my stomach couldn’t resist moving lower to feel the heat and stiffness of my erection.

“I was thinking about your offer for this weekend, and thought that I might take you up on your offer of a ride. That might give us a nice opportunity to discuss the campaign and anything else that pops up. I am really looking forward to having that time away from things. You’ll find me ready and waiting on my doorstep, bedroll and backpack in hand.”

The sound of her voice in answer continued to make my pulse race. Though we had filled these moments with words of business and polite social conversation, the sound of her voice excited me. It was as if the power of her sensuality was riding on her words, passing from my ear straight through my body to my loins. How I ached for the warmth of her touch and the pleasure of her kiss!

“I hope you don’t get the wrong impression about me,” I said after a brief pause. “I’m not in the habit of calling in the middle of the night, but I’m glad that I did. And now that I know you’re okay and settled in for the night, I should let you go.”

Though I didn’t want to let go of her, my wanting her to be here with me at this moment was an impossibility. And despite the urgent throbbing of my hard stiff cock and the sweet seductive sound of Samantha’s voice, I knew it was time to go.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

My hand continued to rub the satin sheet against my belly while we talked and I grew more excited. Just the vision of seeing him standing at my door, bedroll and backpack at hand sent a warm shiver through my body. My hand went to my breast, lightly caressing the sheet against my now hard erect nipple sending even more shivers through me.

“I’m not in the habit of calling in the middle of the night, but I’m glad that I did. And now that I know you’re okay and settled in for the night, I should let you go.”

“I’m glad you called to Robby and I’m looking very forward to seeing you on Friday. Good night now and thanks again.” I said softly and we hung up. My hand had already been lightly rubbing the sheet between my legs while we had talked and I wasn’t sure my voice hadn’t given him an idea of what I was doing while we talked. After hanging up, I continued to let my hands excite and stimulate my body, until finally releasing all that had built up throughout the day, into a very terrific climax.

Feeling much better, I turned and lying on my side closed my eyes. Thoughts of him filled my head, and continued even into my dreams. I woke up the next morning feeling wonderfully refreshed and surprisingly more alive than I had felt in a very long time.

Throughout the next two days, I had several appointments and board meetings that usually were routine, they almost put me to sleep. But it didn’t seem to bother me, I felt happy and my mind also kept thinking about whom I was spending the weekend with.

Friday on my way out of the office I ran into my father whom I knew had been giving me certain looks for the last couple days. He reminded me again about the implications being with the Senator could have both on the Senator’s campaign and the board as well. He sternly reminded me that his own reputation could very well be at stake along with the Senators if anything other than business was going on between the Senator and myself. I didn’t lie to him, but evaded that topic by assuring him that I was not doing anything wrong as far as in the eyes of the public. Of course, discounting the cab driver, I thought that was a fairly accurate statement.

“Have you told him our decision yet?” My father asked.

“As far as I knew, one hasn’t been made yet.” I answered, irritated that he had brought this up now.

“You know we are going to contribute, I already told you that. I suggest you let him know, before anything else develops between the two of you. Besides, how do you think he will feel knowing you held back in telling him that?”

“Father, knowing you’re going to contribute and doing it are two different things. The board meeting for voting and announcing their decision is not until next Friday. I have told him it looks good, but I see know reason to give him your decision until the appropriate times. Have a good weekend father, and try not to worry so much.” I kissed him lightly on the cheek and left before he could say anything else. I couldn’t help but wonder on my way home if perhaps I was holding back telling Robby out of fear that I would then learn that was his entire interest to begin with. I tried to put that thought out of my head. Just in the short time we had gotten to know each other, it was becoming difficult to believe that he would go to such extremes just for a contribution. But I still decided to wait on telling him.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

“Good night now and thanks again.”

“Goodnight, sweet girl,” I said, my voice nearly a deep whisper. “Kisses.”

I set my phone down on the nightstand, and slipped down again beneath the covers. My sexual excitement was great and the thoughts of Samantha Davis ran rampant through my mind. Using what I actually knew about her beautiful, soft tanned body and what I could only imagine, I pictured her being with me and felt her climb on top of me. I could see her eyes glazed over with a look of passion, could feel the stiffness of her nipples, felt the touch of her lips on my body and the warmth and wetness of her pussy opening up to admit my cock. "Samantha," I called out. "Oh, Samantha!" And when I finally gained release from the tension that had been building all evening, my body shook from the intense feeling and I quickly fell into a deep slumber filled with wild and wonderful dreams of her.

Thursday dawned cloudy and cool with the threat of rain hanging in the air. I was early getting to my office, surprising Mrs. Caulfield who had just arrived.

“Why, Senator, what puts you in such a good mood this morning?” she asked.

“Why, when I woke up this morning, I tossed the covers off and jumped right out of bed and couldn’t wait to come to work!” I exclaimed for perhaps the one-thousandth time. It was an old joke she and I had shared many times and she always returned a sweet laugh and smile.

Johnny on the other hand was more cautious in his approach but much more pointed in his observation.

“By that smile on your face, you either got the contribution or got lucky,” he smirked.

“Neither, actually,” I replied coolly and honestly. “We had dinner and a wonderful evening. She is a very special young woman.”

“You talked about her father’s PAC contribution?”

“Yes, and I think we have a very good chance but we won’t know for a while. Committees and all that.”

Johnny stepped up close to me and slipped his arm around my shoulder.

“Just be careful, Robby. You know better than I do what is at stake here.”

With a stiff pat on the back he launched into a recitation of the day’s events and that melded into a series of meetings and plenary sessions and legislative work that occupied my entire day until well into the evening. There was no way I could slip out early from the dinner meeting with the party caucus committee and it wasn’t till well after midnight that I got home.

Too late to call home and talk to my family, but as I sat on the edge of the bed, I dialed up Samantha’s number. I wanted so much to speak with her though I had no idea what I would say. I wanted to see her that night, though there was no reason for us to meet. I wanted to feel her body pressed up against mine, but that was inappropriate. Before the call had connected I quickly pressed the cancel button and set the phone down. I longed for the touch of her lips on mine, but that could not happen tonight.

Friday brought more of the same, meetings, constituents, a factory visit to a nearby auto plant to shake hands and have pictures taken. When I hurried through the remaining affairs in order to leave as early as possible, Johnny approached me.

“This is personal time, Robby?” he asked. “Well make sure it doesn’t get too personal, shall we?”

“Don’t worry,” I assured him. “I know what I’m doing and I’ll be sure to keep things under control.”

His eyed me closely and smiled. I half expected some sort of other rebuke, but he let me go.

“Have a great time and enjoy yourself,” he said like a worried parent watching their teenager leave the house with his friends. The funny thing was that I felt as much like the teenager as much as he did the worried parent.

I hurried home and threw together the few things that I needed to bring along. I hustled down to the storage locker downstairs and rummaged through till I found my old sleeping bag. Back upstairs to change into a favorite embroidered tan shirt I had picked up in Yellowstone Park a few years back and a pair of jeans I was ready.

Remembering her directions to the cabdriver two nights before, I relayed the same information to my driver. My heart beat with anticipation as we traveled across town. The cool clouds of the last day or so had given way to some fine Friday afternoon sunshine and I was lost in a dream of her and what the weekend might bring. Finding her name on the directory, I pressed the buzzer and heard her voice through the intercom. Was she as excited as I was about this weekend adventure? What would we discover about each other that would give some meaning to these feelings that had come from nowhere and had captured my attention so dearly? Just as promised, here I stood at her doorstep, bedroll and backpack in hand at the appointed hour. I heard the door lock click and saw the door begin to open.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I had the cab driver drop me off at the parking garage so that I could pick up my small van. It wasn’t all that fancy, but it served me well having to bring things up to the ranch and sometimes having to take the children in it if they got hurt or injured. As I drove it home and was lucky enough to get parking not far from the front of my building, I wondered what the Senator was going to think about my vehicle. I actually giggled, thinking of him, considering who I am, he might expect me to have some nice expensive car and then to see this. If he was thinking that, I hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed.

I rushed into my two-bedroom apartment; it was decorated nice with a woman’s touch here and there, mostly by having vanilla scented candles about. But I preferred keeping things simple, it avoided clutter and it was less to clean. After gathering my things together for the trip, I set them by the door and hurried off to take a shower. I felt waves of excitement stirring while I showered, got dressed and ready for him to arrive.

I put on a yellow laced bra and a yellow thong, smiling while I did so. I already could feel butterflies stirring inside me. I then put on my blue jeans that fit snuggly to my body and a yellow button down mid-drift top that tied in front. I left the jewelry off, not liking to wear it at the ranch and I put my hair up in a ponytail, tying it with a yellow bandana. I sprayed lightly with perfume and after checking myself in the mirror I was quite happy with the results. I quickly grabbed my Nike’s and wearing no sock, which I didn’t like wearing in warm weather, I got one put on when I heard the buzzer. It was 5:00, he was here and my heart raced and I felt flushed. Damn, Samantha, get a grip! It’s a three-hour drive to the ranch and do you really know what you’re doing. Without answering myself, I buzzed letting him up and I answered the door, still only wearing one shoe.

“Hi, come on in. I’ll just be a minute and then we can be on our way.” I smiled at him, my eyes glowing, my voice not hiding my enthusiasm. I sat back down and put my other shoe on.

”I hope you don’t mind riding in a van, that’s what I drive. It works better for bringing things to the ranch and it helps if I need to take the children anywhere. Oh and by the way, in case I forgot to mention it, the children don’t arrive until early in the morning. I just don’t like having to get up in the middle of the night to make the 3 hour drive in order to get there before they arrive. In fact, other than the two ranch hands that live there and take care of things while I am away, it will just be us tonight. I hope that doesn’t bother you.” The teasing grin on my face was all too apparent.