Compromising Positions

"Ok, I'll take it."

"Do you have shoes?" She asked while still looking me over and tugging the gown here and there so it would hang better. Oh my God...shoes? I haven't even thought of shoes. I have a lot heels, but none suitable for a ball. I revealed,

"No...just the glittery kind for going out to clubs and such..."

The saleslady nodded sympathetically and pointed to a sizable rack of formal shoes along the wall near the dressing rooms. There were white ones...red ones, blue ones and black ones. She noted my indecision and said,

"Plain black single strap open toed pumps are the most popular. With a floor length gown...you need height. Hmmm...let's see. I think a four-inch heel would be perfect for you."

I found a black four-inch open toe single strap pump in my size, 6 and they only cost $75. Not bad I thought and I could wear them when I go out clubbing with Sally. They made my slender long legs look soooo sexy. At the register I said,

"Um, I believe that Sen. Harrison is paying for this? I'm Sandy Beech."

"Oh yes...Ms. Beech? He said you would be in and to let you buy whatever you want."

The saleslady boxed my gown and shoes and gave me a smile...but a wink as well. At first, I didn't think nothing of it, but as I walked home with my treasures, I began to think and then it hit me...I bet that lady in the dress shop thinks I'm Sen. Harrison's...girlfriend. I never flaunted my femininity to carry me through life...I wasn't that type of girl. All my life I played by the rules...worked hard and lived decently. But, to have someone assume that I'm some kind of bimbo was...well it was way off base. However, the more I thought about it, I felt somewhat of flattered...that I could be mistaken for a powerful politician's girlfriend. Maybe I was making this into something it wasn't...but then, the germ that Gloria placed in my ear yesterday was beginning to grow. Was this ball a prelude to something bigger? But would Sen. Harrison be so foolhardy to try and seduce me...me? I got home and saw that there was a message for me. I pressed play,

"Hello...Um, Sandy...yes...um, would you be interested in having dinner with me tonight? Call me at my cell...346-6897...bye."

Suddenly I felt sick. Maybe Gloria was right after all? Maybe this invite to the ball was just to get his foot in my door. I shouldn't be surprised though. This is going on all the time in Washington...big politicians wooing young attractive female staff members. I unwilling picked up the phone and dialed his cell number...

"Hello...hi...yes, Sandy...good...picked out a dress...yes...very nice...no...I can't...a date...no, not serious...well okay...see you in two hours, at the press club...bye."

I couldn't bring myself to lie to the senator. So, in two hours, I'm to meet him at the Press Club for dinner...and then what? Oh God, what am I getting myself into? I bet this is how Monica Lewinsky got started...a harmless little dinner date with a powerful politician. After a quick shower, I went to find something suitable for the Washington Press Club. Finally, I settled on a white satin blouse, a black wrap around short skirt and black single strap three-inch heeled sandals. In two hours of primping and making myself crazy...I was ready and out the door. I looked at my watch and saw I was already late. I hailed a cap and it took me across town and dropped me off in front of the Press Club. I primped my hair and took a deep breath and went to the reservations desk and asked,

"Um, Sen. Harrison...is expecting me?"

"Let me see...um...here you are...Ms. Prentiss?"

"No...I'm Ms. Beech?" The Maitre' de smiled and said,

"One moment Ms...Beech."

He left his reservations desk and I watched him go into the dining area and whispered something into Sen. Harrison's ear. The Senator turned and waved me over. I was really embarrassed as I slinked over to his table and sat down. I said right off,

"I'm sorry I'm late...couldn't decide what to wear? I bought my ball gown and just got home when I got your message and basically threw myself together." Sen. Harrison smiled and said,

"No problem...I should have called earlier." I nodded and looked around the crowed dining room and then asked,

"Um...who is Ms. Prentiss?" Sen. Harrison flashed a broad smile and revealed,

"Oh her...she called me and said she couldn't make it for dinner. I forgot to tell the Maitre' de that you were coming instead. I'm writing a book about my 20 years in politics and Ms. Prentiss is my ghost writer...since I can't write anything remotely sensible."

I nodded with a smile and picked up my menu. I could feel the Senator's eyes roaming all over the visible parts of my body...like I was his date. I wasn't his date, nor did I want to be his date.

"For someone who threw herself together, you look wonderful tonight, Sandy. I don't think I ever saw you dressed to the nines."

"Thank you Sen. Harrison. It's not often that I get invited to the Press Club, but yet here I sit...in the Press Club dining room."

"Well, it's not as imposing as you might think. Take away the political and media luminaries...all you have is a dining room."

"I suppose, Sen. Harrison...but it's still impressive to a gal like me." Sen. Harrison smiled and agreed, but had to mention,

"Call me Barry. I think we known each other long enough to be so formal." For a moment, I was at a loss for words. He wanted us to be on a first name basis? I found my voice and revealed,

"I'm sorry, it's just that you were always this bigger than life politician and I was always very respective of you and your office." Sen. Harrison cleared his throat and smiled...pointing out,

"I'm not God, Sandy. I become a regular human being once I leave the office. I even have a few beers when I'm watching a National's home game. I burp after a filling meal...I take a piss when I need to and by jingle, I'll cuss when I feel like it." I nodded and gave him a smile...said,

"Yes, I guess you're right...but still, I do think of you as someone special."

Just then, Larry Wright of the Washington Post was passing our table and patted Sen. Harrison on the back and said,

"That was a great speech you gave in the senate today, Senator. Do you really believe all your bullshit?"

"Why son...I surely do...in fact, this young lady seated here said it would be a great speech."

I suddenly wished I could blink myself to Timbuktu or the moon. I smiled and mentioned sheepishly,

"Um, I just wrote down what the Senator dictated...it was all his words...every one...even the periods." The reporter smiled and slapped the senator on the back again and said,

"She's funny...and obviously attractive. How did you manage to wrangle her into working for an old campaigner like you?" Sen. Harrison just gave up a hearty laugh and said,

"It's my magnetic personality, Larry...nothing but charisma and endless charm."

The reported walked away laughing, leaving us alone...or as alone as anyone could be in the Press Club dining room. I took a sip of water and while Sen. Harrison was reading his menu...I said,

"Excuse me Sen. Harri...Barry, but I have to make a visit to the ladies room...be right back. Could you order for me?"

I excused myself and went looking for the ladies room that was way on the other side of the dining room...next to the Men's room...well duh. I went in only to find a long line waiting to get into the only two stalls available. One well-dressed forty something lady standing in front of a mirror and fixing her face commented to her fellow dinners,

"You would think in a place this big...they'll have more toilets for us ladies?" Another well dressed lady agreed and mentioned,

"I heard there are six stalls in the men's room...and they are usually empty."

"Yeah, why is that?" said another lady. I smiled and waited my turn when the woman in front of me turned around and asked,

"I see you're having diner with Sen. Harrison?"

"Yes. Um, I work for him...staff secretary."

"Oh, that's what they call it now?" She giggled and gave me a wink while looking at the other women for their reactions and they were all nodding in agreement. I didn't know if I wanted to run or smack her mid forties Botoxed face, but like everything in Washington, the conversation suddenly changed...

"Margo Sanderson...got her boobs pumped up."

"Really...how big?"

"A full size up and a DD cup yet...."

I was dying in here. Being female, I would be the first to admit that most members of my gender are really a bunch of mindless gossips. Why can't women be more like men...and suck it up. We keep hammering the poor guys over the head to be more sensitive and open to feelings. Well guys, just stay the way you are because we women are piss poor examples of sensitivity. It was my turn at bat. I went into the smelly stall and locked the door behind me, then pulled down my skirt and panties and sat down. Suddenly, I let lose with a fart so loud, I wanted to die. I heard giggles from the other ladies waiting in line and tried to ignore them. When I was done, I got myself together and opened the stall door...and said with a big smile,

"How do you spell relief? A big smelly fart...that's how."

I washed my hands and held them under the hand drier and then walked out with my head held high. What did I care what they thought...I would never see those tongue wagging bitches again. I went back to the table and noticed a bottle of Champaign sitting on the table and Sen. Harrison saying,

"I thought a bottle of bubbly would go with the meal...you are old enough to drink...aren't you"

"Yes...for a lot of things?"

I don't know why I said that, but I found myself coming onto the good Senator. Me, the level headed wannabe lawyer...coming onto a powerful senate big shot. The Senator smiled and said,

"Now...tell me about that fantastic ball gown you bought...will I like it?"

"To wear? You might have to let it out a bit?"

"Noooo, will I like you in it?"

"You'll like it alright...makes me look sexy as hell." I nodded and smiled, then took several sips of Champaign and described the gown in detail...

"Well...it's black...spaghetti straps...low in the front...veryyy low in the back and it fits my figure to a tee...and right off the rack. I also bought four inch single strap heels...very, very sexy." I was beginning to slur my words...so unlike me. I smiled and asked,

"When do we eat...I'm starved." Just as I finished asking about the food, our meals arrived...silly me. I blushed and mentioned,

"Gee, that was fast." Barry Harrison smiled and gave me a wink and asked,

"Soooo, Sandy...what are your plans for the future?"

"Well, tomorrow I'll go wash my car...then go grocery shopping and stock up on TV dinners. Maybe rent a chick flick or two?"

"No, no...your future...five, ten years from now?" I took another sip of Champaign and revealed my abbreviated plan,

"Well...have my own law practice...or be bare foot and pregnant in the kitchen." Sen. Harrison smiled and asked,

"You don't like working in government?"

"No, I hate it. I went to law school to be a lawyer...not a secretary. Don't get me wrong...I appreciate the job, but I always dreamed of being a lawyer. What a second...I am a lawyer with a real law degree."

I was getting drunk and Sen. Harrison knew it...and I knew he knew it. Alcohol always made my tongue loosen up. Some people get belligerent when they drink...not me, I get talkative. Some people even get wild when they drink...so do I sometimes. I was smiling...my head felt like a wad of chewing gum when I said,

"Hmmm, see that guy over there...is he a stud or what?"

Sen. Harrison looked towards the guy I was referring too and smiled and said quietly,

"That's Congressman Howard...from the great state of New York." I nodded and said when the name rang a bell,

"Oh...oh...he's the one with the mistress...?" Sen. Harrison nodded, but shushing me to be more quiet...pointing out,

"I think you are getting a little drunk...young lady." I smiled through my hand and said,

"No, I'm getting a lot drunk." The senator looked at his watch and called for the check and paid it. Then we left...his Lincoln town car was in the valet parking lot and we had to wait a few minutes for his car to arrive. When the car pulled up, I smiled when I saw it and asked,

"This is yours?"

"Yeah, compliments of the grateful people of Maryland." Given the amount of alcohol I consumed and against my better judgment, I suggested,

"Let's go for a long drive...anywhere but DC." Sen. Harrison glanced at his watch and since it was late afternoon, he agreed...

"Well, sure, but wouldn't you rather go to your place?" I sensed that he feeling me out...as to how far I was willing to go and I'm not talking about seeing the sights. I burped and asked point blank,

"And do what?" The good Senator hoed and hummed...not exactly sure what he was getting into...said,

"Well, I thought we could go somewhere quiet...just the two of us...you know...talk in private?"

"Oh, you want privacy...well why didn't you say so...come on, let's go to my place then."

The good Senator was shushing me to lower my voice as the valet opened the car door for me. I on the other hand was laughing and making a big fool of myself. I was feeling no pain and in the moment. We drove off down the road at a fairly good clip...the Senator was in the party mood I guess. Well, blame it all on the Champaign I consumed at diner, I was in a party mood too. I don't know why, but I started unbuttoning my white satin blouse as the good senator watched me out of the corner of his eye while he drove. I was getting turned on knowing that I was turning him on. I opened wide my blouse and undid the front clasp of my Victoria's Secret pink satin and lace bra and let my ample 34DD's swing free. Suddenly a firm hand was on my breast and pinching my nipple. The senator smiled and asked,

"What lovely breasts you have my dear. I always wanted to hold you in my arms and feel them against my chest."

Even in my Champaign induced stupor, I was taken aback momentarily by his sudden revelation...but I still had enough womanly knowledge to know that he felt that way. I smiled and said,

"Hmmm...I know. I knew for two months when I came to work for you...but kept my distance. Don't think I didn't see those subtle looks you give me at the office. A woman knows when a man is checking her out...believe me." Sen. Harrison laughed and asked,

"Was I that obvious and transparent?"

I nodded without saying a word and slid over and sat next to him...then kissed him gently on the cheek as he drove. Gauging his reaction, I slid my left hand down to his crotch...that was tenting out. I smiled and unzipped his trousers and opened them. I ran my hand over the bulge that was in his underwear and looked up at him and said,

"I think Dickey wants out?"

Sen. Harrison didn't do anything to stop me...so I took that as a yes. I pulled the waistband down as far as it would go and fished out his ten-inch man cock into the open. Still gauging his reactions, I positioned myself down on his lap, the steering wheel bumping the back of my head and took his manhood into my mouth and deep throated it as far as I could. The Senator let out a moan and watched me. I saw him looking and said,

"Just watch where you're going...Barry...I'll do the rest."

I girthed his cock with my hand and continued to suck and stroke him for all he was worth. I, the quiet, naive staff secretary of a powerful senator was now in control and that's when he said,

"I want to fuck you...now."

"Sure...anything you want...Barry. Um, where are we, anyway?"

"Just outside Georgetown...by the Georgetown Reservoir."

Between sucks and licks, I managed to say,

"Great...find a secluded spot and I'll give you so much pussy...you'll think you were elected president."

Five minutes later, we were parked overlooking the reservoir and undressing in the Lincoln's enormous back seat. For a man of sixty-five, Barry had a great body. However, he was older than my father and as old as my grandfather...but that didn't matter because I was always attracted to older mature men. I laid back, my head up against the car door when Barry mounted me and kissed me passionately. I kissed him back with equal passion. His erect cock was sliding up and down my pussy mound...stimulating me even more if that was possible. A tingling sensation ran up and down my spine as I realized what was going to happen next...an intimacy that I always secretly longed for. Ever since I was a teenager, I dreamed of this moment...to know Sen. Harrison in a way that no one, except his wife...knew him. I smiled and spread wide my slender thighs and said,

"Well...what are you waiting for...an engraved invitation?"

Barry smiled and manhandled his cock-head to my hot wet cunt and reared back his hips and thrust forwards...sending his ten-inch manhood deep into my virgin pussy. Yes, I was still a virgin as I mentioned earlier and yes, I was happy that he would be the one who takes my prized possession. I wanted to wait for my wedding night. I wanted to save myself for my future husband...but I can't wait forever. Barry drove into me like a man on fire. His big man's mature cock slid in and out...pumping my pussy for all the love juice I had to offer. I smiled and closed my eyes as I felt every inch of his magnificent dick ram into me over and over. My ample boobs swaying and bouncing from side to side...back and forth...but always in motion. I would love to be a fly on their bedroom wall and watch him fuck the perky titted Mrs. Harrison...watch her scream out in lustful passion as he rammed his endowment into her perfect cunt. My pussy muscles tightened suddenly around Barry's cock and my climax hit me like a Mack truck.

"Yes...yes...oh god yessss...oh...oh...Barryyyyy."

Barry then erupted inside my virgin cunt...shooting load after load of his cum into my once private place. It was then I realized I wasn't on birth control, because up until tonight I wasn't sexually active and didn't need birth control. Barry forced out the last drop of his hot cum into me and then collapsed on top of me. We kissed while his once hard cock deflated and slipped out of my satisfied pussy. I was finally fucked...my virginity taken by the object of my admiration...a man forty-three years older than me. I smiled and said,

"Barry...you took my virginity tonight...you were my first intimate lover...ever." Barry looked down at my pussy, oozing cum and blood and said,

"I didn't know...honest...Sandy." I smiled and brought his face to mine and kissed him and said,

"Well...we can't put the Genie back in the bottle again...now can we?"

As we dressed, we talked and right out of left field, he suggested that I become his mistress. He explained that in doing so...I could get on the fast track and realize my dream of becoming a lawyer a lot sooner...as long as I played 'ball' with him of course. This was something I wanted to avoid at all cost. I explained,

"Barry...this was a one time deal. I don't want to be your mistress, and as far as being intimate with you...this was a judgment call on my part. Perhaps our intimacy was bound to happen sooner or later, but it happened never the less. Please take me home?"

Barry didn't say anything and I couldn't blame him...I just wanted him to know how I felt. It was a forty-minute drive to my apartment building and he didn't say a word to me in all that time. I guess he was mulling over what I told him. I was thinking of his political future, and my self respect. The intimacy we shared tonight would be enough to end his political career, but having a mistress wouldn't help matters either. The Washington media circus would devour both of us alive. The national attention would drive me into hiding and eventual oblivion. The Champaign buzz I had earlier had long wore off and I started to wonder if I'll have a job come Monday morning. He will probably want me out of his office and disappear...damage control I guess. It was still early, about eight o'clock when Sen. Harrison pulled to the curb and I got out and said,