Primary Ambitions

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

My morning was spent with thoughts of Robby, knowing I was going to see him at the meeting later today. I was filled with anticipation along with anxiety, wanting to be near him, yet knowing it was over had my emotions battling. Throughout the morning I kept giving myself a pep talk, I was going to handle this like any other business meeting. Just be calm, cool and nothing more, I told myself.

I dressed putting on a lacey red bra and red panties, a black skirt, red blouse and black jacket, with stockings and heels. I looked in the mirror as I put on my gold necklace, put a brush through my hair and dabbed some perfume on very lightly. Sure Samantha, calm and cool, and tell yourself while you’re at it that you’re dressing like you would for any regular business meeting. Who was I kidding calm and cool, every time I thought about him I could see it in my own eyes what I felt.

Later in the afternoon, when the board met in the large conference room, the usual discussions were held and the vote taken prior to the Senator’s arrival. Shortly several photographers arrived and refreshments and drinks were being set out. I stood talking to my father when I saw him and Johnny walk in. My heart skipped a beat immediately, the sight of him still having such a strong effect on me. I took a deep breath, told myself again, calm, cool and approached them extending my hand to his.

“Nice to see you again, Senator Holmes. Hello Johnny. Let me introduce you to my father and the others.” I said politely shaking his hand and the touch of his hand felt so wonderful, having been away from him for what seemed like forever. I smiled at him, but quickly looked away, and began the introductions.

After the introductions, handshakes and several pictures were taken, everyone took a seat and I found myself sitting directly across the table from Robby. Try as I might, it was hard not to keep glancing in his direction, how I longed to feel his arms around me again, to have back what we lost. I found myself thinking more about him than actually paying attention to all the talk in the room. Then my father was announcing that the board was behind him and going to give him their support and I noticed that Johnny seemed much happier about this than Robby was.

There was other talk with the board wanting to hear more about his campaign. After some time everyone was standing up, congratulating him and more pictures were being taken. Refreshments were being served and I walked over to the table in the back to pour myself a cup of coffee. Again I took a deep breath, giving myself the cool calm pep talk.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

“Excuse me, but may I have a word with you, Miss Davis,” I asked as I approached Samantha where she stood at the refreshment table in the back. For a second, I thought I heard her whispering something, but then she turned to face me.

She looked spectacular. All through the greeting and meeting part of this gathering, I had to fight strongly to divert my eyes from her. From her shy and warm but business-like handshake, and her animated introductions, and throughout the discussions my eyes kept turning back to her. A week ago I would have found a way to sneak her off to her office and make mad passionate love to her. But this afternoon we sat opposite each other at a conference table eyeing each other cautiously. I could see the hurt in her eyes and I felt like a fool to think I was responsible for it. I wished her to see the pain of betrayal I felt inside me. And now as I stood a footstep away, I saw a flash of hope try to push away the hurt in her eyes.

“Yes, Senator, I have a few moments,” she replied.

Normally the words would simply flow from my lips, but this time I couldn’t think of the right words to say.

“First of all I’d like to give you my thanks for your help in this matter. Your father’s organization is well-respected and it’s support carries a lot of weight, far beyond the generous contribution.”

As she looked up at me, I began to feel that sensation rise up inside me. A dozen scenes flashed through my head: the moonlit balcony, the amber light of her room, the barn, the waterfall, her van, her shower, my bedroom late at night. I felt the tingle of her touch, the warmth of her kiss, and I yearned to have them again. But then I saw the look in her eyes and stumbled over what to say next.

“By the way, I understand that the recreation bill was voted out of committee and will be up for roll call tomorrow. I’ve tried to make sure that they keep the funding for private organizations intact so that groups like yours will benefit.”

“Thank you, Senator. Your support is welcome.”

Her eyes darted away for a moment, then returned. I could see the pain and the longing that I felt as well. I took a step toward her, and felt the warmth of her radiating outward. I pictured being able to lean forward and kiss that lovely neck and down past the necklace and along the deep V of her blouse. I imagined running my hand up along her shapely stockinged leg and under her skirt, pulling her body to me. I could feel my pulse racing; my heart was pounding so hard. My hands were damp with sweat and trembled.

“Samantha, I’m not sure how to say this, but I’d like to …”

Then her eyes darted away as if distracted, and I turned to see what it was.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I felt flushed and my heart was pounding just being this close to him. It took every ounce of strength to not reach out, put my arms around him and pull him close to me. By the look in his eyes, I got the feeling he wanted that as much as I did. Calm and cool, Samantha, I kept telling myself, as I spoke with him. At the same time my heart was telling me to explain things, tell him how you feel Samantha, at least then you will have said it. It can’t make things any worse than they are now.

“Samantha, I’m not sure how to say this, but I’d like to …”

As I heard him say that, while I contemplated explaining things to him, I noticed who walked in the door and I was wrong, things could get worse. Richard Thompson came in the room said a few words to my father and then walked up to where we were standing. Of all times for him to show up and somehow I got the impression he had done this on purpose just for the publicity.

“Congratulations, Robert. I look forward to running against you and may the best man win.” Richard said with arrogance as he held out his hand to shake Robby’s. “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by, but there was something I needed to speak to you about, Miss Davis about.”

“And making a phone call wasn’t an option?” I looked at Richard, angry at his interruption, knowing full well he could have waited. I then glanced back at Robby, more than ever wanting to explain things, but the look on his face told me this was not to be the time.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

I shook Dick Thompson’s hand firmly, letting him know by my strong grip which candidate I felt would win the election in November. The way he tried to slip his arm around her shoulders and the way she tried to shy away should have told me something, but all I saw was the two of them together, and even though they made a strange couple, they seemed to be together and I felt oddly out of it all.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure meeting with you, Miss Davis,” I said, taking her hand in mine, her soft warm hand that I wanted to kiss and feel slip up around my neck and pull me to her. “As I said, I appreciate your help in this. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think there are a couple of people I need to talk to.”

I felt Samantha’s fingers slip around my palm and squeeze tightly, but I couldn’t read the look in her eyes clearly.

“Dick,” I said with a nod to my future opponent, before giving her hand a tender squeeze, letting it go and turning away.

I joined up with Johnny and some of the other board members who had some additional questions for me. I leaned in closely and tried to focus on what they were saying, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Samantha and Dick talking together. She seemed embarrassed perhaps to have been caught meeting up with him. But the questions being asked were important and I couldn’t let my personal interests outweigh the business at hand.

When their questions were answered, and their handshakes were accepted, Johnny turned to me. “So what do you think of the happy couple?” he asked, giving a little nod in the direction of Sam and Dick.

“I see the two of them together, that’s all.”

“Well, look closer,” he said. “I see more than that, but just remember that you’re the married man in all of this.”

“I know, John.”

“So what do you want to do afterwards?” he asked.

“You know,” I said slowly as we began to say goodbye and head toward the door. “I think this might be a good night to go out and get stinking drunk.”

“Hey, I’m all for that,” he laughed. "First one's on me!"

I took one last sweeping look around the room before we left and finally spotted Samantha. She smiled sweetly and waved politely. I smiled and nodded in her direction. When I turned around and heard the door close behind us, I thought to myself, Well, Robert. That’s the last time you’ll ever see her. It was about at that moment I felt my heart hit bottom, and I started to think about how good that first sip of bourbon would taste.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I listened to Richard give me his important reason for coming today, and it still seemed to more to me like another publicity thing to me. I kept watching Robby, talking to people, but I knew seeing Richard here had hurt him. Damn, why did life have to be so complicated. If he wasn’t the Senator, if he wasn’t married, if we weren’t here at this conference room, I would be pulling him aside right now telling him how I felt. I would be able to reassure him that what he was probably thinking was so very far from the truth.

“Are you listening to me, Samantha.” Richard said, obviously irritated at me.

“Actually, no I’m not Richard. You need to leave and we will discuss this at a more appropriate time.” I said, now smiling and waving to Robby as he left. God, how I wanted to be leaving with him.

“Yes keep smiling at that poor looser. We both know who’s going to win this campaign.” Richard said quietly, his obvious arrogance pressing hard on my nerves.

“Yes we do, Richard.” I said and then under my breath whispered, “He just walked out the door.”

“What was that? Oh never mind, I have other things to do. I will talk to you later.” Richard said and after some words with my father he left.

The meeting broke up and I couldn’t wait to get home. I thought about calling Robby again, but changed my mind. Considering everything, I thought, maybe it was just better to leave it all alone. Even if I did have a chance to explain, that still wouldn’t change the other problems that existed in our situations.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

Johnny and I headed to the Caucus Club, a long-standing favorite among politicians, lobbyists, and journalists. It was well known for its house policy perfectly announced by an ornate carved legend over the bar, “Be Ye Warned: All Politicians Die At Last Of Swallowing Their Own Lies; Therefore Thou Shalt Check Your Politics At The Door!” Not that a major deal or two hadn’t first seen the light of day (or night) within these walls, but most came here to enjoy Emile’s stiff drinks and the companionship of friends and colleagues.

As one bourbon and water turned into three, and we were joined by Lyle Sandish and his people from the house with whom we had worked on the cigarette tax issue months before, I finally felt like some of the pressure and weight were being lifted a bit. Sure, it would all be there tomorrow, but for the evening it was a few fresh congratulations, a lot of jokes and light banter, and a vague warm feeling inside.

Then while returning from the men’s room to rejoin my pals at the bar, I saw a girl out of the corner of my eye, a tall slender redhead with a greenish-blue eyes and a gorgeous smile. She was moving along the bar near where Johnny was holding court and was looking straight at me. As I neared the bar, she paused and leaned back against the bar almost exactly where I had been standing earlier.

As the others saw me return and I acknowledged their smiles, she reached out her hand and placed it on my arm. I looked at her hand, her long slender fingers beautifully manicured and then at her face. She was young, very young, and very pretty, dressed in a sheer white blouse and a short snug leather skirt that showed off a great pair of legs.

“Excuse me, but do I know you?” I asked.

“I don’t think so, but I know who you are,” she said in a light voice that had a tinge of a giggle to it.

“And just who do you think I am?” I asked.

“You’re the guy who won that election thingy last night,” she said, her hand slowly moving up and down the sleeve of my silk suit, her fingers curling around my upper arm. “I saw you speaking on the TV and it almost made me cry, what you said was so beautiful.” She laughed and dropped her eyes down for a moment. “Actually it did make me cry.”

“Well, thank you,” I said feeling a bit embarrassed. “And seeing that you’re old enough to drink, you must be old enough to vote. So I hope you’ll consider voting for me in the Fall election.”

She laughed and ran her hand down to mine, picking it up and looking at it. “Mmm, you have such nice strong hands.” Her eyes rose back up to mine. “I’d rather consider doing something else right now if you don’t mind.”

I looked at her and continued to smile. From her red hair with a fashionable curly wave to it, her big eyes, her open smile, to her tall lithe body, her great breasts displayed nicely in a little black bra visible under her sheer blouse, and her long legs that went all the way down and back, she was a gorgeous young woman. And the way she held my hand told me that she would let me put it anywhere I wanted.

“Well, seeing that I’m probably older than your father, and that I’m a married man, I don’t see where considering something else is such a good idea,” I replied.

She let go of my hand and ran hers up my chest, slipping along the lapel of my suit jacket. Her fingers glided over to feel the smooth silk of my necktie.

“Well, seeing that I have a thing for older men and couldn't care less about whether you’re married or not, what could possibly be wrong with you buying me a drink?”

As she pressed in toward me, I could feel the warmth of her firm, round body. She was a beautiful young girl and part of me was responding certainly. But then, for whatever reason, I thought of Samantha, and how we had been standing close just hours ago. I thought about how I had wanted her, how I wished that she was in the place of this girl with her hand on me, teasing me, tempting me. I reached up and took hold of her hand. She smiled perhaps thinking that she had gotten to me.

“You know, in another life, another time, another place, I might be interested,” I said. Glancing around the room I went on, “And I know that there are a dozen men in here tonight who would be more than happy to take you up on your offer. But I’m really not you man tonight, honey.”

“But don’t you think we could make something special happen?” she said, pressing her body up against me and running her hand up to my neck.

“Sure, we could,” I said taking her hand and pulling it down from my neck. “And I know it would certainly be memorable for you. But it ain’t going to happen. Sorry.”

Her pretty face changed slowly from a gorgeous smile to a sad pout, a beautiful pout at that.

“I’m sorry, but we were just leaving,” I said. I reached up to pat her soft cheek. “Have yourself a good night, honey.”

I turned and grabbed Johnny by the arm. “We gotta get out of here,” I said. He was surprised. “Let’s try the Pilot House. I hear they have a live jazz band.”

It was after the closing hour before I stumbled back to my apartment. Stripping down clumsily and showering didn’t take away the stupor. Yet as I fell back onto the sheets, I thought about the day, and through the alcoholic haze of too many glasses of bourbon I thought of Samantha. Sadly enough I even reached for my phone and tried punching up her number and when it rang it was a wrong number and the guy on the other end of the line didn’t appreciate my drunken apology.

I laughed at my own stupidity, and then cried when I thought about her being with Dick Thompson and how wrong that all seemed to me. Then, I thought about how my being with her was all wrong as well. Oh, god, how I wanted to feel her beside me now, how I wanted to feel her arms around me, our legs intertwined, our lips brushing together. Oh, god, Samantha, I love you!

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

During the last couple weeks, I was very busy working for my father and with the ranch. This time of year the ranch was very busy and now with Robby’s help and if the bill were passed which would help these children, there would even be more to do. It warmed my heart that he had gone through so much effort on behalf of these children, and I again thought about calling him. In fact I thought about calling him all the time, but I knew especially now with his campaign going strong, it was probably best I didn’t.

Although my days were filled long into the night, I spent many restlessness nights sleeping, only to wake, reaching out to find that I had been dreaming that he was here beside me and that we had been under the stars making love. Weekends were consumed with the children, but at night it was extremely difficult when I would sit for hours on my balcony looking up at the stars. Was he thinking of me, was he missing me as much as I missed him? How different would things actually be if he had given me a chance to explain, or would we have ended up apart regardless? These and so many other things went through my head and I longed even more to be near him. I finally sat down with pen and paper deciding to write him a letter explaining. I wasn’t sure if I would give it to him, but I needed to write it if only just for myself.


My Dearest Robby,

There has not a day gone by that I have not thought of you and what we shared. I know that you were angry that day you wouldn’t hear me out and I can understand that. After all, Richard is your opponent, but I was hurt that you wouldn’t let me explain, especially after calling and you were not accepting my calls. I have tried to put this all behind me, but I feel that you should at least know the truth about me and not what just looks to be the truth.

I have been seeing Richard Thompson for quite sometime. He first approached me about a year ago, and somehow he had heard about the trouble I was having finding my daughter. He came to me and let me know that he knew lots of people and that he could help me find her. He gave me hope when there was none, as my father and I have searched endlessly without results. He is continuing to help me and introduce me to people that may find her, but so far everything seems to always be the same. These things take time I am told and I actually am no closer to finding her than I was a year ago, but he is still helping. That is the only reason I have been with him. We have never been personal in anyway, nor do I wish that.

You have hurt me deeply by not trusting in what I thought was very obvious as to how I felt about you. But even with that I want you to also know, that I love you. I love you with all my heart. The time we spent at the ranch, on the balcony, in my room giving in to our passions still makes me long for you even now. Making love under the stars, in the water, under the waterfalls was like a dream come true. I don’t believe I have ever been happier than when I was with you. But I also know that this cannot be. You are married, you are campaigning for US Senate, I knew these things before and there is no place for me there. I will never regret our being together and I will hold you in my heart forever.

Good luck in your campaign and my thoughts will be with you.

With much love,

Samantha Davis

After reading the letter, I hesitated briefly and then put it in an envelope. The next day I went to his office and had a good idea he wouldn’t be there with as much as he had to do. I spoke briefly with his secretary and she informed me as I suspected that he was not in. I handed her the envelope asking her to please give it to him. After thanking her I left, I felt relieved in one way that he would know the truth, but I felt a sadness deep inside for what we lost. But being realistic, he wasn’t mine to lose.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

Walking along a gravel path …another set of footsteps … stop and look in their direction … there She is, dressed in a silky light blue gown that clings to her every curve … she’s crying … hurry over, my arm around her shoulders … she’s warm to the touch … looks up at me, eyes filled with tears ... my hand under her chin to tilt her face up to kiss her lips …

"I love you," she says …

"And I love you," I answer ...

We kiss again … a hot wet kiss full of burning desire for each other ... my hands begin to move all over her back, feeling her hot body through the thin silk of the gown, touching the hot moist skin on her bare back and shoulders … my hand slips down her back … she is naked underneath the gown …

Our kiss grows in heat and passion … pulling at her dress, raising it up to hips, up to her waist … she steps back letting me pull it up past her breasts, up over her head and off … she shakes her head and her silky dark hair swirls about her face … she raises her arms up to comb her hair with fingers … stepping back I admire her standing naked in the moonlight ... beginning to undress myself while she watches, her hands moving about her body, touching herself, teasing me, taunting me endlessly ... down to my dark silk boxers, she steps forward, pushes my hands away and lowers my boxers …

She squats down in front of me, easing them down past my hips … my cock breaks free and pops out, she looks up at me, smiles and licks her lips ... pulling them down the rest of the way, I step free ... she reaches up and begins to stroke me, her mouth open, licking her lips until they glisten in the moonlight ... slowly and teasingly she kisses and tongues my cock, eventually taking it in her mouth and sucking it harder and harder and harder until I'm ready to scream with pleasure ...

She stands up, bringing her kisses up along my belly, tonguing my navel, kissing my stomach and chest and nipples, and finally reaching my mouth ... I pull her body to mine and we embrace, kissing and tonguing and nibbling on each other madly … I back her toward a bench … she sits and I kneel and spread her legs, running my hands and lips and tongue up all the way from ankle to knee to thigh and finally to her sweet bare pussy ... I kiss and lick endlessly, hearing her breathing come hard and fast until she’s ready to come ...

"I want you inside me," she sighs loudly …

Kissing my way up to her breasts then her mouth, she rises up and turns around to kneel on the bench … my cock is so hard and her pussy is so wet that I easily enter her from behind … though I try to love her long and slow, the sensations are so intense that soon I am thrusting strongly and madly into her, her ass smacking against my belly …

Holding her hips, pulling her firmly against me, soon my hands begin to wander; one goes around and down to finger her clit, the other reaching up and around to touch her breasts, cupping one then the other, pinching one nipple then the other, pulling on one nipple then the other …

I lean forward and kiss her back and shoulders and neck ... I feel her body writhe and shiver and shake with excitement with each thrust of my body ... I hear her sighs and moans ... I hear her call out my name ... I feel her pussy clench my cock tightly, gripping it firmly ... the sensations are incredible … harder and harder, faster and faster ...

"I'm coming, Baby!" I cry out loudly ...

"Me too!" she moans …

Reaching a crescendo, I feel my cum begin to shoot up inside her ... I feel her body tremble and shake …

"Oh, Robby," she cries over and over …

"Oh, Samantha. I love you," I whisper in her ear …

Sitting together naked in the moonlight, she in my lap, my arms around her, the lovely scent of roses filling the air ... we help each other dress … she laughs at the way I help her smooth out the wrinkles in her gown, my hands running over her body, caressing it lovingly ... we walk hand in hand …

"Let's never argue again," I say, slipping my arm around her waist …

"But then, Honey," she says, leaning up to flick her tongue around my ear ... "We could never have make up sex!"

Sunlight and a bright Saturday morning wake me up in bed alone, strangely alone, for I had the feeling that she was there with me. Had it been two weeks or three, or did it matter at all? Each day that passed brought a deeper meaning to how much I had missed Samantha Davis. A hundred times I had started to call her, and a hundred times I had stopped. How foolish was that?

I kept thinking back to our final meeting at the Industrial Manufacturer’s Alliance PAC and saw Samantha on the arm of Dick Thompson. Not that I’m some sort of great catch, but Dick Thompson? Sure he was single, which I wasn’t, but the man had no vision of what was good for government or the people, no firm stand on the issues; for Christ’s sake, the man had no sense of humor! But day after day, I put it all behind me. I listened to Johnny and Mrs. Caulfield and I let it go; I let her go. The dreams didn’t stop, but after a while the heartache stopped throbbing. And as the legislature wrapped up for the summer recess, I had practically forgotten about that weekend, those moments together and went about my business.

And on this sultry, steamy night, was slated a charity event for crippled children. Allison and I had attended for several years running and for obvious reasons could not miss this year, with the election looming in the next few months. Though I had thought of reconciling completely with Allison, her laugh and shock—or was it a shocking laugh?—soon let me know that my lofty notion was a pipe dream at best. We were partners, albeit cool, distant business partners, and I simply played along.

For whatever reason, I got the Seville out of the garage and pulled up to our house in Bloomfield at the appointed hour. She looked marvelous and seemed surprised when it wasn’t a cab or a state car picking her up. As I stood at the doorway in my best tux and rose colored boutonnière, she tossed her white blonde hair back with a flick of her head, her icy blue eyes widened, but her thin pink lips laid flat and unsmiling.

“I hope you’re not trying to impress me,” she remarked coolly. “I’ve seen all this before and it doesn’t work, Robert.”

It was a quiet, chilly ride to the Fox Hills Country Club. She maybe said three or four words to me the entire time. Thankfully, there would be some of my colleagues from the State Senate there and hopefully, my future colleague Senator Wilson and his wife. Just be calm, Robby, I said to myself. This evening will be over before you know it!

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I stood looking through my evening gowns trying to decide on what to wear. It was the night of the charity auction for crippled children and for some reason I was having a hard time picking a dress. As much as I loved attending these functions and helping the children, I was not looking forward to this evening. My heart still ached and missed Robby very much, but I after writing the letter, I at least could feel better that he knew that I loved him and knew the truth about Richard. Hard as it was to let go, I had did my best and kept busy trying not to think of him, although my nights were constantly filled with dreams of being with him.

I finally decided to wear my light blue evening gown with short sleeves that came around my arms, leaving my shoulders and neck bare. After I put on my strapless bustier, garter, hose and panties, I slipped the dress over my head and slipped into my heels. I put a pearl necklace on and after taking a final look in the mirror was satisfied, other than the look in my eyes. Richard was escorting me to the event, and I couldn’t help but wish it were Robby instead.

When we arrived, there were many faces I recognized from years attending this, along with seeing them at other such events. Once inside, we talked with people and also looked over the items that were going to be up for auction. After a short time and with Richard making sure his arm was around my waist, he guided me to our table. As I was seated, my arm brushed against the man sitting next to me and when I turned to see who it was, I think my heart actually stopped beating for a minute.

“Senator Holmes, what a pleasant surprise.” I said softly, almost not able to get the words out as I was shocked and yet overwhelmed that he was there, sitting right beside me. I felt flushed just at his nearness.

Seeing the expression on Robbie’s face, I think he was surprised as I was. Everyone at the table talked and Robbie and I talked politely, but now and then I caught a certain look in his eyes that stirred those familiar feelings only he had awakened. The conversation was light and general and I even mentioned a small diamond necklace I had seen that I was planning on bidding on. It reminded me of a necklace my grandmother had worn and I had always loved it.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

The Seventh Avenue Orchestra was playing a favorite Cole Porter tune when we arrived. To be honest, I loved this old place. Sure, the Fox Hills Country Club was a remodeled old winery, and though the many acres of orchard had been plowed under and turned into 18 holes of the most challenging golf imaginable, there was a great charm and beauty to the place.

Allison and I made our way through the crowd in the anterooms and headed toward the main ballroom. There were many old friends and several “new” ones as well, who couldn’t wait to climb aboard our winning flagship. We took our time along the tables where several donated items were up for bid. She paused to look over several things and made more than a few comments about objects that had caught her eye, especially a lovely diamond necklace. As if she really needed another one.

Picking up some drinks along the way, we were shown to our assigned table. I was elated to see U.S. Senator Wilson and his wife already at our table. Belonging to the same political party, we had known each other for several years and he already had been of great help to my campaign. After we were seated and began to chat and laugh amiably, I felt a brush of fresh air and turned to see who was being seated next to us. Taking her seat right next to me was Samantha Davis, looking absolutely gorgeous in a light blue gown. I’m sure the others must have seen the look on my face as she turned to me and said, “Senator Holmes, what a pleasant surprise.”

“Pleasant is not the exact word, Miss Davis,” I said standing up to shake the hand of her escort. “Richard,” I said with a nod.

“Well, isn’t this fine?” Senator Wilson laughed. “A member of the club and the next two applicants. Who the hell worked on this seating chart?” He leaned forward toward us. “Now I don’t want you two fellas arm wrestling or anything. Now behave yourselves.”

And despite the haughty sneer from my opponent, we did behave. The ensuing table conversation was light and breezy. There were several moments when the lovely sound of Samantha’s laugh caught my ear and my eyes drifted over to her, fetching a glimpse of her smile, the gracious curves of her body, the way she lifted her wine glass to her lips. And there were those moments too, when I felt her gaze sweep over me as well.

During a lull in the conversation, I asked her about the ranch and she gave me a brief update. She asked about the campaign and I did the same. There were so many other things I wanted to ask her about, so many things I wanted to tell her, but given the situation, there was limits to the conversation.

“So has anything caught your eye at the auction table?” I asked.

“Most of those things are beyond me,” she replied. “My taste is simple.”

I nodded, noting the modest but lovely strand of pearls about her neck, a neck I longed to kiss and caress. Just the sight of her bare neck and shoulders, so beautifully tanned, the upper curves of her breasts revealed so delightfully by the cut by her dress, sent my heart racing. I wanted to reach out and take her hand and lead her away to where we could be together, really be together.

“There is one piece out there,” she said, her eyes dropping down to see what I was looking at. “A very simple diamond necklace that reminds me of one my grandmother used to wear.”

“I think I know the one you mean. It’s very nice,” I remarked. “And it would look terrific on you.”

She set her wine glass down and ran her hand along the neckline of her dress, her fingertips slipping up under the pearls to toy with them. She smiled at me and tilted her head slightly. I smiled in return. Was she remembering something or thinking about something? Our eyes met again and lingered. Then I felt an elbow in my ribs as Allison was letting me know that dinner was about to be served.

Dinner was excellent and seemed to go quickly. Afterwards, there were thankfully only a few short-winded speakers. I excused myself from the table and took a walk, as I often liked to do after a big dinner. As I returned to the ballroom, the last speaker had finished up and introduced the orchestra. I remembered them from several other such affairs, an aggregation of high school music teachers who had played together for many years, and were well-known for their outstanding horn section. When I returned to the table, Samantha and Allison were the only ones remaining and they were talking animatedly. A quick flash of panic swept through me, but then I dismissed it--I mean what really did they have in common--and walked over to my seat.

“Talk about being a lucky guy,” I remarked as I pulled my chair out from the table to sit. “I get to sit between the prettiest two ladies in this ballroom tonight.”

Allison gave off that icy polite smile of hers, while Samantha just beamed. The contrast between them was obvious to me, the pale blonde with the icy blue eyes, and this warm dark eyed beauty with the sparkling smile. I had barely settled into my seat when Allison spotted one of her cronies from the Women’s City Club and had some things to talk with her about. I helped her out of her chair and settled back down beside Samantha.

“So how’s your evening going?” I asked.

“Pretty well, except someone keeps out bidding me on that necklace,” she laughed, her face curling up in a cute little frown.

“We’ll have to find the guy and take him out,” I laughed.

For several moments, we sat there looking at each other. A few words began to form up in my head. Then the orchestra struck up their lovely version of Skylark and another thought crossed my mind.

“This is one of my favorite ballads,” I remarked. “Would you care to dance?”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

At first I was extremely nervous with Richard on one side of me and Robby on the other; but they both behaved as the evening wore on and I relaxed some. The conversation and dinner were enjoyable, but not as much as having Robby sitting next to me. I knew I needed to quit having feelings for him, but with him right beside me, it was very difficult. His compliments throughout the evening stirred me even more, making me recall once again our nights of passion.

When I mentioned the necklace, I found myself running my hands over the pearl necklace I had on. How long ago it seemed that I had felt Robby’s hands on my neck doing the same thing to another necklace I had been wearing. I slight shiver went through my body at that memory and I glanced at him, then quickly looked away. I really had to quit thinking like this. I excused myself from the table and went to make a bid on the small diamond necklace.

Richard had followed me, never giving up a chance to move around, be seen and socialize. He also didn’t give up with his comments about Robert and how he would enjoy beating him in the election. His ego and arrogance were really beginning to anger me, along with all his delays in finding my daughter. After making another bid on the necklace, Richard stopped to talk with several people and when I excused myself, continuing to walk back to our table, I saw the angry look on his face. He caught up with me quickly before we reached the table.

“Don’t ever do that again. Do you know how that looks for me?” He said to me in an angry but soft tone so that no one would hear him. I looked up at him, my eyes just as cold and angry.

“If you don’t like what I do, Richard, find someone else to hang on your arm.” I said sternly before again walking away and going to the table. I found myself talking alone with Allison when I sat down and we chatted some. I was however relieved when Robby joined us and again relieved when his wife left us alone.

After he asked about my evening, I mentioned the fact someone kept outbidding me on the necklace, hoping he wasn’t referring to the quiet scene with Richard and I. Although after reading my letter, it shouldn’t have mattered, since he now knew there was nothing personal between Richard and I.

“We’ll have to find the guy and take him out,” he laughed.

I smiled at him, again reminded of the laughs and talks we had shared, and I heard the music begin.

“This is one of my favorite ballads,” he remarked. “Would you care to dance?”

“I would enjoy that Senator.” I said softly. He led me to the dance floor, and when he took me in his arms, my body was filled with warmth at being in his arms again.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

“Like I said, this is one of my favorite ballads, so I hope you don’t mind that I hum along,” I said as she slipped into my arms and we began to ease our way around the half-filled dance floor. “Sort of like the price you pay when you dance with me.”

She laughed and let her head fall back slightly. I pulled her body closer to mine, felt her stomach and breasts press up against me. It felt so good to have her in my arms again; she fit so well inside my embrace; I hungered to tell her of what was on my mind. But as we moved together, our bodies coming closer with each step, it was as if we didn’t need words, for the way I held her, the way she rested her head lightly against my chest told each other things that needed no words.

I tried not to think about her being with Richard; I tried not to think about my wife circulating around with her acquaintances somewhere in this fine old place; I tried to push those thoughts far from my head. I held her close to me for these moments, humming along to the music of Hoagy Carmichael, feeling her warm trim body sway beneath the silk of her gown, and knew that I had to talk to her. I had to tell her how I feel.

As the song ended with a lush diminished chord, I gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze. “Thank you,” she said softly, almost as if she were singing it. We stepped back to applaud the orchestra, but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she would have stayed out on the dance floor again if I so much as asked her. And I was thinking about just that when the emcee stepped to the microphone and began to announce the winning bids on the auction items. This would obviously take a few minutes and as the dance floor emptied we headed back toward our table.

“And for Lot Number 14, the Orin Jewelers diamond necklace …”

“Wait that’s the one I was bidding on,” Samantha exclaimed, pausing to listen.

“Bidder number one-thirty seven. That’s one-three-seven.”

“Oh, pooh,” she said with a frown.

"And it would have looked lovely on you," I consoled her.

Richard was waiting at the table when we returned, looking none too happy seeing Samantha with me.

“Thank you for the lovely dance, Miss Davis,” I said with a polite bow. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”

I heard Richard’s voice ask some sort of question and hoped that I hadn’t done or said the wrong thing. When I returned a few minutes later, they were gone, though Samantha’s bag and wrap were still at the table. Then I saw her standing over by one of the bars and Richard was walking away looking none too happy. Allison was nowhere in sight and I was thirsty so I walked over in her direction. She looked at me then looked away. I ordered a Manhattan on the rocks and walked over to where she was standing.

“Have I caught you at the wrong time, Samantha?” I asked.

She turned and looked at me, her eyes teary, her lips trembling as if she was about to cry. I couldn’t resist stepping beside her and slipped my arm around her shoulders. I felt her lean into me as she sniffed back her tears. Looking around, I saw that we were near a set of French doors that lead out to a veranda.

“How about some fresh air?”

She nodded and we quickly stepped outside. The night air was warm and humid, the moonlight quite bright, and the scent of roses was heavy. Remembering the formal garden they had planted nearby, I took her hand and lead her along the footpath.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

It had felt so wonderful to be in his arms again as we danced, I think I could have stayed like that all night, or at least for another dance. But that was not to be when the emcee began announcing the winning bids. I couldn’t hide my disappointment at having lost on the necklace, but before I had much time to dwell on that, I saw the irritation on Richard’s face as we walked back to our table.

“That was me you should have been dancing with, Samantha, not my opponent.” Richard said after Robby left. “And what is going on between the two of you anyway? I’m no fool you know.”

“Richard, I can dance with whomever. It’s not like we are dating you know. And there is nothing going on, it was just a dance.” I said, trying not to let my feelings about Robby show through.

“Oh, then I take it your daughter means that little to you, fine.” Richard said then walked away. I quickly got up and followed him, confused and angry at his comment.

“Wait Richard, what exactly did you mean by that?”

“You know what I meant. This is not the first time I have seen the two of you together, and business or not, I get the distinct impression your vote is going to him. Tell me if I’m wrong.” Richard said, putting his hands underneath my chin and raising my face to look at him. After I didn’t answer him, he let go of me. “That’s what I thought. Good luck finding your daughter, my help is over.” Having said that, he left.

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. First it was losing Robby because of his misunderstanding about Richard, and now I was losing Richard’s help in finding Rena because there was no misunderstanding of how I felt about Robby. It all seemed so ironical and I was finding it difficult to control my emotions. When Robby came up and asked if I wanted to get some fresh air, I quickly nodded, thankful for the escape.

As he took my hand and we walked along the path of the beautiful garden, Robby was silent, giving me time to get myself together. How under other circumstances, we could have been so different walking in the moonlight like this, smelling the intoxicating scent of the roses.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Robby asked, finally seeing that I had calmed down and by the tone in his voice I knew that had been hard for him to even ask.

“I’m okay now, thanks. I should have followed my instincts about him earlier, but what’s done is done. Let’s not spoil night in this beautiful garden talking about him.”

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

As we walked in the hazy moonlight, the scent of a thousand sweet rose blossoms drifting on the air, I had no intention of talking about Dick Thompson. Sure, Samantha didn’t know how many questions I wanted to ask her about my opponent. Like, why would she choose to be with such an arrogant pompous windbag like Dick Thompson? I had read the report on him and knew he was a political opportunist, trying to use his political connections merely for his own purposes.

Samantha was such a warm, loving woman, beautiful far beyond her stunning looks. I knew that I had no business wanting to be with her, given my position and marital status, yet why, why would she choose to be with him? And why romance me as she had if she were truly with him? The thought of them being together seemed so ludicrous, it was obvious something didn’t make sense. We strolled slowly along the path. I let her take some time to compose herself, let her breath deeply, and when she glanced up at me with just the smallest smile, I knew it was time for us to talk.

“Let’s not talk about him,” I remarked, shaking my head. I looked around in the moonlit garden and spotted a bench nearby. “Why don’t we have a seat over here?”

She sat primly on the old fashioned cast iron bench with the smooth redwood seat and back, smoothing her dress, and patting her hand about her silky dark hair, all done up high on her head. She looked so beautiful in the moonlight, I could have kissed her and made love to her right then and there.

“I’m not sure what you meant about you and Dick, and I really don’t want to talk about it now. What you feel about him and how you choose to live your life is your own business.

“After opening up to you as I did, it hurt me greatly to think that you would choose to be with him. I even thought you were working for his campaign trying to get some dirt on me. But seeing you tonight has made me realize that all of that matters little to me now.

“All I can say is that the past several weeks have been hell for me. Sure, I was busy wrapping up the legislative session and planning our fall campaign, but there hasn’t been an hour through it all, when I haven’t thought about you a dozen times.

“In just a short week we grew so close, and just as quickly it all seemed to fall apart. I don’t know if the way I acted forced you into something with Dick, or that the fact that I’m married keeps you from me. Whatever, I sense that it is something that I did that keeps us apart. If you want to be with him, I have no choice but to accept it and wish you the best.”

She looked at me strangely, and started to speak. But I would have none of her protest.

“Please, let me finish, Samantha. I want you to know that if I have offended you in any way, that I am so sorry, so very sorry.

“And since I have been feeling this way, I wanted to do something special for you to let you know how I really feel about you.” I slipped a long slim blue velvet box from inside the jacket of my tux. “Please don’t read too much into this Miss Davis, Samantha, but I was bidder number 137, and I would love for you to have this.”

I held out the box to her. She looked at the box in my hands then up to my eyes and then back down at the box again. I edged it closer to her hands. With a stunned look on her face, she finally took the box in her hands and popped open the lid. The diamond necklace that she had talked about captured the moonlight. I saw it reflected in her dark eyes. She gazed up at me with a look that made my heart melt. Her eyes were teary again, but a joyful look filled her eyes as well.

“I wanted you to have this, Samantha,” I told her. “I wanted to be the one who gave it to you. Here, let’s see what it looks like on you.”

I reached around behind her neck and found the clasp of her pearls. Slipping them down and away from her and setting them in the open case, I then lifted up the diamond necklace and, as she lifted her chin delicately, I laid them around her neck. Her fingertips touched the simple but elegant strand of diamonds that twinkled so gorgeously in the moonlight.

"It's beautiful," she said softly.

“Do you know that I am in love with you,” I said, knowing that it was much more a statement than a question.

She nodded and looked up at me and I realized that I had been talking the whole time. She moved her hand from the necklace over to my face and let her fingers curl around my neck. Pulling me toward her, it was easy to see that there were no words to be spoken now, for when her lips brushed against mine, I could taste the forgiveness in her mouth and feel the love in her touch.

My hands glided down from her shoulders, over the bare skin that greeted my fingertips, then over the silk of her dress. I could feel the warmth of her body through the scant underpinnings she wore, her nipples stiffening, her breath drawing fast. The scent of the roses had made me drunk with pleasure, and I wanted her now, far more than ever before.

Then far off to our side, I heard a familiar cool husky voice, calling, “Robert, is that you?”

I looked over and saw Allison in the shadows along the path and heard the crisp sound of her heels on the stones.

“You can drive me home right now or let everyone else see me leave by myself in a cab,” Allison spit out harshly. “The choice is yours.”

I stood up from the bench hurriedly. “I will call you later, all right?” I said in a low, strong voice. “I will call.”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I felt my passion and desire for him rise the minute our lips met. The light touch of his hands felt like heaven, and I wanted more than anything to be able to make love with him right then. When I heard his wife and saw his reaction, telling me he would call, I nodded to him as he hurried away.

I sat watching as he left, wanting so much to be the one he was leaving with. When he was gone, I sat for along time, my hand running across the necklace he had given me. Tears sprung to my eyes again, more by the beautiful gesture he made in giving it to me; and the words of love he spoke when he did.

I stood up and walked slowly down the path leading out of the garden, still enjoying its fragrance and beauty. I was overwhelmed with now knowing he did indeed love me, but where did that leave us. Come on Samantha, you just saw him leave with his wife, do you really want to be the other woman, or do you want it all?

And what about the other things he had said, some of which seemed strange. It almost sounded as if he hadn’t read my letter, or if he had then maybe he didn’t believe me. The more I thought about this, many questions came popping into my head and I decided that when he did call, it was time to start finding out some answers.

After talking with several people, I called for a cab and left soon after. I wasn’t even angry with Richard for having left me there without a ride home, but I was mad at myself for being such a fool when it had come to believing he would have actually helped me. As soon as I returned home, I quickly undressed, took the pins out of my hair and let it fall, and stepped into a nice steamy shower. Afterwards, I slipped on a white nightie, poured myself a glass of wine, sat down on my bed leaning back on the pillows and anxiously awaited Robby’s call. After a little while the phone rang and I felt my heart race as I answered it.

"Hello." I answered, my voice soft and happy that he had kept his word and called.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

Allison didn’t say a word to me the entire time we walked through the Country Club and said goodbye to friends and colleagues. She laughed and kissed cheeks and talked a little too long with some people she hardly knew, just because. When she did speak to me, fortunately it was in the car as we pulled safely away along the gracious circular drive.

“You can do what you want,” she said, coldly. “I really don’t give a shit, Robert. But don’t ever do that to me again!”

I knew there was no explaining to her. To be honest, I don't know what I would have said anyway. Strangely enough, I smiled when remembering how she had once told me that if I was “in the mood,” to go get myself a girlfriend, that she really didn’t care, a statement that I had always dismissed out of its sheer ridiculous nature. Yet, now I had found someone, and not just the casual fling that she had recommended, but a sexy, warm, caring woman with whom I had fallen in love.

When I pulled up to the house, the one that we had built years before and painstakingly decorated, she reached for the door handle without a word. Then she paused and looked over at me. It was a strange look for her with perhaps a small trace of a smile. I can only imagine what she was thinking. Maybe it was relief in seeing that our marriage was all but over and she would soon be free of me. Perhaps she had heard my promise to call Samantha and simply found it amusing to think that I would be rushing home to call her. Then the smile disappeared.

“Call the children, Robert,” she said in that cool husky voice I had once adored. “They miss you.”

I watched as she walked up to the door and let herself in. The porch light went out and I pulled away quickly. Oh, Allison, I said to myself. I’m only rushing off to meet with another woman because you had so unceremoniously told me you that didn’t love me anymore. If you can't see the passion in my heart and feel the ability to love that burned deep inside me, then I knew of a woman who did, and who deserved it!

I drove downtown hard and fast, tires squealing. I parked and hurried up to my apartment. I didn’t bother to shower, but went straight to the phone. I had to hear her voice as soon as possible. I punched up her number and waited. Please answer the phone, Samantha, I said to myself. Come on, Baby! I pulled my tie loose and unbuttoned my collar. I was warm and sweating and I needed to hear from her soon.

“Hello,” answered that sweet lovely voice I longed to hear.

“Hi, it’s me,” I said hurriedly. “I want to explain about …”

“Hold it right there,” she said, catching me in midphrase. Her voice was firm but loving. “I think it’s time you let me explain a thing or two.”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

“Robby, I don't know if you've read the letter I wrote you or not, and I don't really care, but….”

“What letter?” He asked, and by the sound of his voice, I knew for sure he hadn’t read it.

“I wrote you a letter and left it with your secretary. But that is not the issue now. You hurt me deeply when you never gave me a chance to explain anything. You trusted me so little by assuming that I was sleeping with Richard. How little you must have thought about me to think that I would be making love with you, and yes that’s what I felt we were doing, and also be in bed with Richard. I was under the impression you could tell how I felt about you and had assumed you were feeling the same. “

“Samantha I…” He started to say in a low voice.

“No Robby, hear me out. I was shocked by your phone call and it took me awhile to realize that maybe it was because you were hurt. If that were true, I could understand your immediate anger at feeling betrayed, I would have myself, but I still would have given you a chance to explain. I would have at least asked you why you were with that person and then made a decision instead of going on my own assumptions. But even after that, I waited until I thought you were calmed down and I called you, hoping to finally explain to you. I was shocked again when I was informed you weren’t taking my calls. Do you know how I felt then?”

“Samantha I never told anyone to stop your calls from coming through.” He said in a heartfelt tone.

“Well that’s what I was told. I even began to think that you were just like the others trying to get something from me, such as your contribution. But after being with you, I honestly couldn’t believe that you would do that. Still, even with all that, I have missed you terribly, I have longed for you night and day. But why did you not at least ask me why I was with him, did I not deserve at least that?”

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Why had I simply assumed that I knew what was going on and not asked for her opinion? What a fool I had been! And here she was speaking to me with all the passion and fire I had come to love. How could I not love this woman?

“Samantha, I feel like such a fool,” I said slowly trying to gather my thoughts. “You have deserved that chance to explain and more. I guess it was that I felt so betrayed to think that you were trying to play on both sides of the fence. Once we had come together I felt as if I never wanted it to end, and to think that you could have been with Richard Thompson … maybe it made me a little jealous, I don’t know.”

I ran my hand back over my head, trying to force myself to think. And slowly the questions began to fly from me, questions that had been haunting my dreams for weeks on end. “So you have no romantic interest in Richard? I couldn’t understand that to begin with. Why do you see him? Why are you with him?” There were so many more things I wanted to know, but one in particular that had been taunting me ever since we had fallen apart. “Samantha, you know how I feel about you. Are you in love with me too?”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

His words spoke directly to my heart, I could hear the pain that he had gone through as well as how sorry he was for not giving me the chance. I believed him and when he started asking all is questions I finally felt happy that he wanted to know the truth. All the pain that had been felt throughout the past weeks, seemed to fade away. It was only now that counted and he loved me, and now he deserved to know the truth.

“Robby,” I began, my voice soft and full of love for him. “I have been seeing Richard Thompson for about a year now, not because I particularly care for him. He promised to help me find my daughter, Rena. He said that he knew lots of people and he would get her back. When I see him, it is because he tells me he has information for me about her, but in the last year, it has been mostly talk. Tonight he was supposed to introduce me to someone that might have helped, but again that didn’t happen. Tonight he left angry because I danced with you and when he asked me who I was going to vote for, he didn’t like my answer. I was upset not because he left, but because he said he would no longer help me.”

I paused briefly, gathering my thoughts, and giving Robby time to understand what I was telling him. He was silent, but I heard his heavy sighs. I also could tell that he waiting for me to answer his last question and denying my heart no longer I continued.

“Senator Holmes,” I said sounding very polite, and I heard him take a deep breath when I called him that. “ I am in love with you. I love you with all my heart, with every breath I take. There is not a moment that goes by that I don’t think of you and long to be with you. Tonight, when you gave me the necklace, how you out bid me just so that you could be the one to give it to me, filled me with joy like I have never known. I have never felt a man love me more than you, nor have I ever loved another like you. And it wasn’t that it was a diamond necklace, for it could have been a worn out shoe, it was because of the all you went through and your words of love, at wanting me to have it. But Robby, I also love you too much to be the other woman in your life. I don’t just want a part of you, I want you, all of you. As long as you're married, we cannot have what we once did."

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

As her words began to flow out to me, I listened intently, the picture in my mind becoming crystal clear. I had always prided myself on being able to discern the truth, and yet the only truth I had latched onto was the character of my opponent. It was so much like him to use people for his own advantage, and so unlike me to jump to conclusions. Perhaps it was the strong unlikely feelings of desire and love that I had for her that made me respond as I did; but after hearing her explanation, that sense of betrayal seemed so ridiculous, and her words made my previous feelings for her re-emerge stronger than before.

Yet she hadn’t answered the most important question burning in my mind. She paused and I wondered if she really had any feelings for me after how I had treated her. Then as she began to speak of her love for me, my initial reservation was swept away and I could feel the passion and need in her voice. I could have bounded from my room just as I was, disheveled tux and all, and run madly over to be with her.

But then she spoke the greatest truth of them all, “As long as you're married, we cannot have what we once did." Her words ricocheted through me, repeating again and again the truth that I had been dodging since the day I had met her. As long as Allison was in my life as my wife, I could not have Samantha as I wanted her and needed her in my life. Her words trailed off and we fell silent for a moment. I could hear her breathe softly on the phone. Was she crying?

“Miss Davis, you know that I love you just the same. I never expected it, I certainly didn’t see it coming, and to know that my love is returned makes me feel so full and good inside. I would be a bigger fool than I already am if I asked you to be anything less than the only woman in my life. I can see that quite clearly now. And I promise that I will do what it takes to be with you, the way you want to be, the way I want you to be.”

As I was speaking to her, pouring out my heart, I had begun to undress, slipping out of my jacket and cummerbund and kicking off my shoes. One by one, my words began to fall into place as the studs from my shirt fell into my lap.

“I believe you, Robby,” she said. Then I heard her stir, the rustle of her bedcovers hissing in the background. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Just getting undressed. Why?”

“Mmm, nothing. I just wondered what all the noise was in the background,” she said in that soft seductive voice of hers. “I’ll bet you make quite a sight.”

“I don’t know about that,” I said, feeling the flush of passion swell up inside me. “Just sitting here in my trousers, my shirt undone.”

“Mmm. Wish I was there,” she whispered. “But I didn’t mean to keep you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I replied, knowing that my voice was revealing the feelings that were throbbing deep inside me. “I’ve got all night, Samantha.”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

When he spoke his words of love to me and let me know that he wanted the same thing as I did, the love I felt for him grew even deeper. Knowing that he was going to do what it takes for us to be together gave me the much needed hope for us that I had longed to hear. With that, I was willing to wait for him for however long it took, but keeping our passions under control until then was going to be a little bit harder.

“Mmm, all night you say.” I said softly more of a statement than a question, already picturing him sitting there in his trouser and his shirt undone. I felt the warm stirrings of desires coming over me and I scooted down on my bed more so that I was laying more on the pillows than sitting. “Then maybe you should get a little more comfortable Robby. If I was there with you, do you know what I would be doing right now?” I whispered softly, closing my eyes and imagining myself with him.

“What would you be doing, Samantha?” He said almost in a whisper, his voice telling of his obvious desire.

“I would already be on sitting on your lap now, kissing you, running my hands through your soft hair. I would kiss along your neck, licking lightly and nibble at your earlobe, whispering how I love you while my hands would be caressing your chest and pushing your shirt slowly off your shoulders.” I whispered. He could hear by the soft and sensual sound in my voice, my desire for him.

“Mmm, Samantha.” He whispered.

“And sitting on your lap, with the beautiful necklace you gave me still around my neck, with my white sheer nightie and white thong, you would be able to see exactly the affect kissing and touching you was having on me. Am I having any affect on you, Robby? Would you like to undress for me, tell me what you’re thinking and feeling?” I said softly, my nipples already had began to tingle and my fingers lightly circled first one, then the other while I had spoken these things to him.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

Were her words having an affect on me? The sound of her voice and the images that she was conjuring up were exciting me greatly. I felt my cock swell up as if her words were reaching out to stoke it.

“Well, strip tease has never been a long suit of mine,” I admitted, my arousal mixed with a bit o shy embarrassment. “But I’ll try to describe it for you.”

I stood and cradled the phone between my neck and shoulder. How I really wanted to be with her, letting her eyes follow what I was doing, yet, if we could not be together, then perhaps my words could convey the desire I felt for her.

“I’m letting my shirt slip from my shoulders now and fall to the floor. You can see the blush of my excitement spreading down from my neck and over my chest. My nipples are sensitive and make touching them makes me quiver thinking that it could be your fingers or mouth.”

My hands went to my trousers and began to work on the buckle and zipper. I could hear her sigh deeply.

“I'm picturing you on your bed, Samantha, your hands touching yourself, fingering your nipples, perhaps slipping down to touch your pussy. Is that true?”

“Mmm! Oh, yes, Robby. It’s true!” she moaned over the phone, the sound of her breathing coming harder and faster.

“I’m starting to unfasten my trousers now. They fall open as I tug the zipper down. I’m letting them fall to my feet now and stepping clear. If you were here, you could clearly see what the sight of you is doing to me. I am growing so big and hard at the sight of you touching yourself. You should see the huge tent in my black silk boxers.”

“Mmm, take ‘em off Robby, real slow,” she sighed. “Tease me.”

“Okay, but only because you asked me to,” I said and heard her giggle. I began to do what I described to her. “My thumbs are inside the elastic and I’m slipping them down from my hips. You can see my belly now. Oh, and you can almost my cock. I turn around so you can see me pull them down over the cheeks of my butt. I’m letting them go and they fall down my legs and land in a heap at my feet. I turn around to face you and you can see how thick and long my cock is. I can’t resist touching it and showing it off to you. You’re the one who’s responsible for it, and you are the one who gets it all.”

“Mmm, Robby. I get all of that?” she said teasingly with another giggle.

“Every inch,” I laughed as I sat back on my bed, gently stroking my cock, wishing it were her hand and not my own. “So tell me, Miss Davis, are my words having an effect on you?”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

Lying there with my eyes closed, I had visualized everything he was telling me. I almost felt like he was in the room with me, slowly undressing, teasing me as he did. My hand teasing and pinching my nipples making them harder more sensitive while I listened to him. My excitement was growing rapidly, my breathing becoming harder.

“So tell me, Miss Davis, are my words having an effect on you?”

“Oh Senator, you have no idea the affect you are having on me.” I said, my voice filled with desire. “I’m imagining your cock, so hard, thick, long right in front of me and knowing it’s all mine. My hand is pulling at my nightie, lifting it up slowly and taking it off watching you stroke your cock.” As I spoke, I shivered as the silky material ran across my nipples while I removed it before I continued speaking.

“I would just have to reach out and feel it with both my hands, stroking and grasping. My body is tingling with excitement just at the thought of how good it would feel. I would not be able to resist getting on my knees and rubbing my breasts against it knowing shivers would go through my body feeling you against me. I would have to kiss your tremendously hard cock putting my mouth around it and tasting how good you are.”

“Oh Samantha…” He said with a heavy sigh of passion.

“I would be wanting more, wanting to feel all of your cock inside my mouth, sucking, tasting, licking you. Oh how good you are, Senator. My pussy is wet with desire, my hand is inside my panties pressing and rubbing, wanting so much to feel your hands there, your cock there. “ I put the phone at my neck and slowly slipped off my thong telling him as I did so and then continued. “I would be on my knees naked all accept the necklace you gave me and I would be sucking your cock now hard until you could no longer stand it, while my hand would be rubbing my pussy until I could no longer stand it. Oh Yesssss Senator, you are definitely having an effect on me.”

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

The effect on both of us must have been the same for I felt such a burning desire for her; my body was throbbing with the thought that she wanted me so much. I easily pictured her as she described, on her knees before me, just the simple but exquisite strand of diamonds around her neck as her only attire.

“You realize, Miss Davis, that you would not be down there long, for I would take your hands and pull you up to me, so that I might kiss your lips, your neck and shoulders, and as I lay you on your back beside me on the bed, I would kiss and lick and nibble all the way down your body.”

“Oh, tell me more, Senator,” I heard her sigh deeply, the flaming passions so evident in the sound of her voice. I could feel my own voice become filled with my own desire, my own breathing hard and fast as I stroked myself firmer and faster.

“I would kiss each breast a hundred times, my tongue licking endless circles around it, tasting your soft, sweet flesh. I’d leave a trail of kisses down along your tummy, my tongue circling around your navel, and finally down to your pussy. Oh, Samantha it smells so sweet and tastes so good to me!”

“Oh, yes, Senator! Kiss me there!” she sighed, again deeply, her voice quavering.

“I would kiss you and tongue you and suck your clit up into my mouth, slipping my fingers up inside you as I do. I’d nibble ever so gently on your clit and feel your body shake with pleasure when I did.”

“Oh, Robby!” she moaned.

I could hear her voice tremble with emotion, surely as much as mine was, as I described the most intimate details of how I would be making love to her, were she with me at this moment. My own body ached for her, my cock longed for the sweet wet warmth of her pussy.

“Samantha, do you want me?” I asked and heard her moan in reply. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Oh, yes, Senator. I want you. I want you now!”

Then I began to describe how I would kiss my way back up to her mouth, retracing every part of my path and when I reached her mouth, how I would rub the head of my cock on her wet pussy.

“Feel me, Samantha! Feel me begin to slip inside you! Feel me start to make love to you!”

I imagined her on her back, the string of diamonds around her neck, that look of passion and desire I had seen before washing over her face, washing over us both.

“I want you Sam! I need you! Feel me love you!”

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

Every word he spoke to me filled me with intense pleasure as I imagined him with me, his hands and mouth replacing my hands, arousing every part of my body. God how I wanted to feel his kisses, touches, and his cock inside me.

“Oh Robby, I do feel you. I can feel every inch of you slipping inside me, deeper and deeper. Do you feel my legs wrapping around you, pulling you closer to me, my arms around you holding you? Do you feel me loving you back, Robby?” My voice softly cried out, filled with passion.

“Yes, Sam, yes.” He all but whispered, his passion meeting my own.

My eyes were closed, my legs spread slightly while my fingers slipped deep inside me and my thumb circled over my hard and sensitive clit. I was nearing my climax, my entire body felt as if it were trembling, imagining him there with me, making love with me.

“Oh Robby …. I feel your cock in me, plunging faster, deeper, making my body shake and tremble. I want you to cum inside me …. Oh Robby ….I’m cumming …. Do you feel me ….” I moaned, my climax strong, my body shaking.

“Yes Sammy… yes….I feel you … I’m there Sammy …. “

“Oh yesssssssss …. I love you, Robby …..” I cried out, waves of pleasure running through me.

There was silence between us as both of us lost in the release of our long awaited desires. It took several minutes before we calmed down enough to talk, and when I opened my eyes I half expected him to be there, the experience feeling so real. We whispered our love for each other back and forth, allowing our bodies to relax as we did so.

“Robby.” I whispered lightly, a smile on my face.

“Yes, Sammy?” He whispered back in the same tone.

“Did you ever think phone sex could be this good?” I giggled softly, not able to resist asking him.

“No, Samantha, I didn’t.” He chuckled back.

“Considering how this keeps getting better all the time, I can only imagine what we may eventually accomplish someday for real.” My voice was soft and teasing, but he could tell that I had believed he would make that dream for us happen.