Crazy Cheating Jennifer Pt. 01

I met Jennifer during the 2012 presidential campaign. We were both working as volunteers for the Georgia Republican party. At the time, I was in charge of a group of 12 campaign volunteers.

I first noticed her when she spoke up during one of our staff meetings. I was captivated by her radiant blue eyes, long natural red hair, and perky little body. She weighed no more than 110 pounds.

Jennifer did not look like your typical Republican volunteer. She was a cross between a goth and a red neck. Her tight jeans showed off her firm, 20 year old ass. The buckle of her belt was a little too big, but suited her well. Those cute, designer tank tops showed off her tattoos. They were so snug. You could see the outlines of her nipple rings with any outfit she wore.

All in all, she was a little "rough around the edges". Her abrupt manner, deep southern accent, and loud speaking voice turned me on. I found myself staring at her cleavage when she first spoke up at that meeting. "What the fuck are you looking at?" she asked. I'd been caught but played it off well. A couple of people took notice of the exchange but the meeting went on without incident.

I was 30 years old at the time. At 5'11, I'm not the shortest guy. However, I've always wanted to be taller. I have a nice six pack, and broad shoulders. At 165 pounds, I like my build and work hard to stay in shape.

Over the next couple of weeks, Jennifer and I barely exchanged words. She did catch me looking a few times, but did not acknowledge me. I learned from others that she was married with two kids. That amazed me. Her firm body looked perfect. I considered it flawless. Some of those tank tops showed off her bellybutton ring.

She drove me absolutely crazy each and every day. I fantasized about ripping off those skin tight jeans. But there was no chemistry. She gave me only dirty looks. That turned me on even more. I found myself masturbating before going home to my wife. Hmm.. My wife. That's a story for another day.

After a rally one afternoon, several of us went to Hooters for drinks. We discussed politics and ambitions. I had a few too many and openly talked about my plans to run for the U.S. Congress in four years. While I was babbling, I noticed that Jennifer had taken an interest in me. She was actually smiling at me. Those amazing eyes bore into me. The crowd bled off. By 11 pm, only Jennifer and I remained.

We discussed my plans in detail. I was flattered and delighted by her curiosity. We wound up closing up Hooters. She asked if I would like to have a cigarette with her. I'd quit smoking years before, but I took one of her Marlboro menthols anyway.

She turned to me after a few minutes of polite small talk and bluntly asked "You want to fuck me don't you?" I almost jumped out of my skin. My speech failed me. She pressed her body up against mine and ran her delicate hand up my thigh.

I leaned in to kiss her but she pulled her head away. "NO.. No kissing. I only kiss my husband," she said. She proceeded to unzip my Dockers and push me up against my car. Her warm hand literally yanked out my throbbing 7 inch dick. I opened my mouth to say something but she told me to "shut up".

Jennifer held eye contact as she slowly but firmly jacked my throbbing cock. Her slender fingers wrapped around the based while her smooth as silk palm rubbed up and down. I was aware of staff members leaving Hooters but I didn't care. I learned against my car and stared into her piercing eyes as she pumped up and down.

I wrapped my hand around her waist and she squeezed my dick so hard I actually let out a yell. It hurt like hell. She looked angry and told me not to touch her. Softening her grip, she continued to stroke my dick while she pulling herself up to my height. Our faces were literally a half an inch apart. Her heavy breath reaked of cigarettes, whiskey and mint gum. Her technique was perfect. Her hand was moist from her perspiration and my pre-cum. I found myself holding my breath.

After about a minute like this, she grabbed and squeezed my balls through my jeans. This sent me over the edge. I violently broke eye contact and snapped my head back as my body shook with the most amazing orgasm ever. I felt myself blow my load all over her hand and arm. I thrusted and felt the tip of my dick touch her tank top. She squeezed my balls harder and I came again. Then she let go and moved back half a step.

I stood there shaking and looked down at her. With her left hand, she lifted the bottom of her shirt and lopped off my hot cum. Then she started licking her hand and forearm. "Mmm.. you taste good" she said as she hungrily licked up every bit of cum.

I kept leaning up against the car not only because I was spent and shaking. I was afraid to say anything.

Jennifer moved back another step, and looked me up and down. Then, without warning, she spat in my face. "What the.." I started to say. She cut me off and told me I should be ashamed on myself.

"Is that what you wanted?" she asked. I've never been one to be quiet, but words escaped me. Then she smiled, gave me a weak hug, and walked off. There I stood in the parking lot of Hooters, spent out of breathe, with my limp dick hanging out of my fly.

PART 2 coming soon!