Reesa Ch. 02

Stephen remembered the one night they happened to end up together during the campaign. Both recognized immediately it was a mistake, but that didn't keep Stephen from reflecting back on that night and remembering her beautiful naked body, his white cock penetrating her succulent black pussy. Michelle had hoped more might come of the relationship thinking that both would be good for one another, but their personalities just never meshed. Professionally, they worked well together, but beyond that, there was little to sustain a relationship.

Their night together was closer to a grudge fuck than anything else, but even then Stephen relished the moment. They were moving into the fall campaign, in early September the strategists decided Florida was due for some heavy campaigning, focusing on several key counties. Bridgette and her team were already down there, laying the ground work with the local campaign volunteers when Stephen and the Senator arrived. It was hot and humid, particularly after three days in New York. They were first in Dade county then moved to the panhandle where it seemed to be even hotter and more humid. After a day of stump speeches the Senator flew off to the west coast, while Stephen and Bridgette wrapped things up. They were scheduled to have a series of meetings with local political representatives, they were republicans, but known to be uncomfortable with their candidate, particularly his vice presidential choice.

Getting back to the hotel, Stephen and Bridgette were drenched in sweat, but also somewhat jubilant as, despite the heat, a larger than expected crowd turned out for the speech. They were talking away their strategy for the next day's meetings, following one another without paying much attention as to where they were going, they ended up in Bridgette's room. It took a moment for Stephen to realize that he followed her in, so caught up was he in the conversation and the argument they were having about how to handle the meetings.

She grabbed a bottle of cold water from the small fridge and they both drank several glasses, making them sweat even more. Stephen couldn't help but notice how her silk bloused clung to her every curve, soaked in sweat and a few droplets running down her neck, between her breasts.

"God, you are such a pig," Bridgette blurted out, waking Stephen from his reverie.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. You have quite the reputation there Mr. Williams. You make me sick. I have no idea why Michelle is such good friends with you, you are a typical male pig."

"Bridgette, what are you talking about and what does that have to do with our meeting tomorrow?"

"I heard how you had slept with that campaign coordinator in Ohio, god what a slut you are! And now you are staring at my breasts. Yes, let's talk strategy, so stop being such a pig."

"Why does it bother you who I've slept with? It is none of your business. Unless of course you are jealous."

"What? Me jealous of you? Are you kidding? How pathetic can you be? I've seen how you operate, flirting with all the young volunteers and coordinators. It's men like you that make me sick. Just think you can go around and use your position to fuck whoever you want."

Sitting back in the chair, Stephen, rather than anger, was becoming quite amused with Bridgette's attack and anger -- it even made her look more beautiful.

"Oh, and if you are keeping track of the women I've slept with, don't forget those two volunteers in Seattle. Wow, what a night that was. And then there was that young college student from UCLA, damn, now she was hot. Such perfect tits. You know I really loved her tits, they were probably the same size as yours, just perfect for sucking."

"You fucking bastard of a sexist pig! I am going to report your behavior and we'll see what comes of you. Not only do you have the most lame advice and pathetic insights into the issues, but you can't keep your zipper up."

Stephen then stood up and walked towards Bridgette making her back up against the window. Standing in her face, Stephen let her have it.

"You fucking bitch with the dildo stuck so far up your ass, you wouldn't know a good fuck if it came and slapped you in the face. All day long all you can do is abuse people and stomp on any sense of pride they might have, it is a wonder we have anyone still working for the campaign the way you treat everyone. You are a cold, mean, selfish, bitch, too stuck on herself to give a flying fuck about anyone else, including the Senator, who you are just using to advance your own career. And as for who I fuck, that is none of your god damn business. The only reason you are so fixated on my sex life is because you are jealous and have none of your one. No guy would touch you with a ten-foot pole; which is a bloody shame, because you are an extremely beautiful woman and if you ever let down that façade of professional coldness I bet you are also one amazing fuck."

Bridgette just stood there staring at him, partly threatened by him being right in her face, partly confused by the sad reality of what he was saying. For his part, Stephen was fuming and couldn't read Bridgette's thoughts, didn't see how for a few moments her eyes glittered with tears. What he could sense however were her breasts lightly touching his chest, he was standing so close to her.

Without thinking, Stephen leaned in and kissed her, hard. Bridgette tried to pull back but she was already pressed against the window. She then tried to push Stephen away, placing her hands on both his shoulders, but he wouldn't budge. He didn't stop kissing her, despite her squirming and reached around her and grabbed her hard. He then slid his hands down to her tight round ass, grabbing her and pulling her into him even tighter. Stephen's hard cock was now pressed up against her pussy and Bridgette could feel it. The more she squirmed the more she could feel it -- something she hadn't felt in months.

Then the dam broke. Bridgette opened her mouth and the two of them kissed hard and passionately. Their tongues exploded into each others' mouth, dancing about in an erotic fugue that would carry them through the night.

Not wanting to give her an opportunity to have any second thoughts, Stephen immediately went for her blouse, tearing it open. At first she was shocked, but she surrendered to her desires, to his demands on her body. Stephen broke the kiss and moved down to her tits, as Bridgette grabbed his head and pushed it hard into her bosom. He reached around her and undid her bra, pulling it off her, he then returned to her tits, sucking and nibbling hard on her nipples.

Once again grabbing her ass, Stephen lifted her off the ground, kissing her hard, as he carried her over to the bed. He tossed her down, shocking Bridgette on how she was being manhandled. Stephen stripped off his clothes as Bridgette sat there watching, stunned. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling by her head, he grabbed her and pushed her towards his cock. She opened her mouth wide, as he shoved his cock into her mouth. She gagged as he pushed it in hard, but he held her head. She looked up at him, pleading in her eyes, to release her. He did. She panted, catching her breath. Then on her own volition she licked his cock, looking up into his eyes. She then sucked on the tip, slowly gliding his cock deeper into her mouth. Stephen then grabbed her head again and face fucked her. Bridgette gagged a few times, but took it in stride. After a few minutes, Stephen's ball's began to fill up and he felt his impending orgasm. He pushed Bridgette off his cock onto her back, and then jerked off while kneeling over her. He came, aiming his cock first at her face then her tits. He covered her in his cum, giving her a nice glistening glow.

After his orgasm Stephen was half tempted to put on his clothes and leave, but he was too greedy himself. He wanted her pussy, he wanted to fuck her. He then unhooked and unzipped her skirt, pulling it down and tossing it onto the chair. He was pleased to discover that Bridgette wore stockings and a garter belt and not pantyhose, god how he hated pantyhose. She looked stunning -- cum covered face and tits, lace panty clad pussy, black stockings and garter. Just looking at her stirred Stephen's cock, making him ache to possess the beauty and the bitch.

Bridgette couldn't say anything. It had been months since she had had sex and never, well not for years, had any man ever even attempted to possess her, to fuck her, the way Stephen was. Most men she hooked up with were so enthralled with her position of power, her status as a nationally recognized scholar and political strategist, that they put her on a pedestal and made fools of themselves as they made love to her. Rarely was it satisfying.

Stephen picked her up off the bed slightly and tossed her back, her had on the pillows. He then roughly pulled her legs apart and slid down between them. While he wanted to yank her panty off, he just grabbed it and pushed it away from her pussy, exposing her cleanly shaving pink lips and hard clit. Stephen dove in, tongue first, licking, sucking and fucking her with his fingers. She bucked a few times coming once, then twice as he ate her out.

The erotic experience of tasting her juices and watching her squirm about on the bed as she climaxed went straight to his cock, making him hard once again. Stephen crawled up her body, lying on top of her, his face covered in her juices, he kissed her. At first she resisted, but soon opened her mouth and then started to lick his lips, tasting herself. As she was busy kissing his face, Stephen lifted his ass into the air and guided his cock to her waiting pussy. As his cock began to enter her she lifted her legs up, wrapping them around her. They fucked in the missionary position for a long time, Stephen enjoying the look in her eye, desire mixed with disgust. He then pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. Bridgette quickly jumped on top of him, grabbed his cock and slid it into her dripping wet pussy. She then bounced on top of him, each of her down thrusts met with an up thrust of Stephen's cock, driving it deep inside her each time.

He then pulled her down over him so he could suck her tits while they fucked. At one point he bit hard onto her nipple, making her scream in pain and pull away. As she did though, her body began to shake with orgasmic pleasure. Watching her cum was more than Stephen could handle and he too started to cum, filling her pussy.

Bridgette collapsed next to him lost in her own world of post-coital bliss. Stephen laid there, panting, trying to catch his own breath. He then looked over at the erotic beauty, torn by the desire to hold her, cuddle with her, kiss her all over her body, and by an instinct that told him to get dressed and get the hell out of there. Rather he chose a middle path, forcing her to make the next move. He rolled over onto his side and watched her. He didn't touch her, just watched her.

As Bridgette came to, returning to reality, she sensed the eyes on her and rolled over and saw Stephen watching her. She too didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to curl up into his arms, part of her wanted to run into the bathroom and hide from the terrible mistake she just made, exposing herself like that to him. But another part of her wanted to jump back on his cock and fuck him again.

She eyed Stephen who was ogling her body and she knew she was going to opt for the latter. She rolled over and pushed him onto his back, rolling on top of him. She leaned down and kissed him. They fucked again, and then again. Then they fucked in the shower. When they ordered dinner, she sucked him until room service knocked on the door. He quietly slipped into the bathroom to hide, knowing that the hotel staff was well aware of who they were and not wanting any rumors to get out.

Once he left they had eaten their dinner and then they ate each other for dessert. During one of their fucks Stephen took her from behind, discovering that to be her favorite position. Nor did he mind it, admiring her near perfect ass. While fucking her, he couldn't resist the opportunity of sliding a finger up along her crack and over her anus. She tensed up as he touched her, then he went for it, slowly working his finger into her ass. She never complained or pushed him away. Soon he was finger fucking her ass as he fucked her pussy, driving her to yet another intense orgasm.

After several hours, Stephen was spent; he collapsed onto the bed, arms outstretched, Bridgette lying with her head on his stomach. It was an awkward position, both afraid to show any softness. Throughout the night, they barely spoke. The major conversation that took place was about what to order for dinner.

Stephen slipped out from under her, placing her head on the bed, got up and started to dress. Bridgette watched him, torn. She knew it best that he left, but ...

Stephen remembers so well that awkward moment once he got his shoes on -- was he to lean over and give her a kiss? A peck on the cheek or a hard mouth-to-mouth with lots of tongue kiss? Or should he just walk out.

"Stephen ..." Bridgette said, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Thank you. I needed that. But, well, you know, that can't continue. I'll see you at 8 for breakfast then we can go over our briefing notes for the day. Thanks."

And that was it, he thanked her too and slipped back to his room. He never had the opportunity of seeing her naked again, but the images, the many images of them fucking that night were clearly imprinted in his memory. For the better, their relationship also changed. There was no longer the professional jealousy, the antagonism; they worked well together, complimenting one another's ideas; through mouth fucking her, fingering her ass, and witnessing her cum multiple times, there was a softening of her alligator skin towards him. They didn't flirt, they never talked about personal lives, and that suited them both just fine.

Stephen returned from his reverie to the task at hand, handling any negative media coverage from his relationship with Reesa and potentially from Ryan's own infidelities. But first he had to find out from Ryan the truth. In the mean time, he typed up his resignation letter. He was hoping he wouldn't have to submit it, but he knew his ultimate responsibility was to the President, and if it was required to keep away unwanted attention, then it would be ready.

As he was part way through typing the letter Ryan came into his office.

"What's up? Where is everybody? What's the security issue? How come the NSA isn't here? Why did you call me in here at one a.m.?"

Without answering his questions, Stephen got up and closed the door to his office, locking it, and beckoning Ryan to take a seat. Stephen then gave him the details about what happened to Reesa, not about the conspiracy against the White House, just the beating and attempt at forcing her to make rape charges against him. He then went on to explain briefly, without so much details, the nature of their relationship. He left the emotional part out, making it look like one of his many little flings, though perhaps a bit more serious.

"But what's the problem? She didn't report a rape? So what is the issue? Is it just the embarrassment of having slept with a woman that will get out? Geez Stephen, I think we can handle that one pretty easily."

"Unfortunately Ryan, I don't think it is so simple, I wish to hell it was though. I have to ask you a question and you have to answer honestly. Ryan, do you know a Kimberly Ingersoll?"

Ryan's face went ashen as Stephen mentioned Kimberly's name.

"What the fuck! How do you know about her? What is this? What's going on Stephen?"

Stephen then went into more details about the conspiracy. That Reesa being set up against him wasn't the only attempt against the White House. There was a similar attempt of sexual scandal against Bridgette, but nothing came of it.

"That doesn't surprise me! They had no idea they were trying to seduce the ice queen of all ice queens" Ryan attempted to joke. But his face showed his true anxiety, he knew what was coming.

"Their other target was you Ryan. A young woman was to seduce you then file statutory rape charges against you."

"WHAT?" Ryan yelled. "That fucking little slut! I can't believe this. She swore to me she was in college. She had to be over 18, fuck Stephen, don't you believe me?"

"She is, so relax."

"Holy fuck, what am I going to do? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can't believe what an idiot I am. Stephen what can we do to correct this before it gets out?" Ryan was agitated, "Can we keep it from getting out?"

"No we can't. In fact, I'm writing up a press statement that you admit to having an adulterous affair with a college aged woman. We are not ..."

"What, hang my own neck? Come on Stephen, we can't do that, there's gotta be a more conducive way to handle this."

"Listen Ryan, if we don't make the first move, they will and what they will report is statutory rape. You have your choice, confess or be accused of statutory rape, falsely, but you know how the media will make a frenzy of the story. Either way, you lose. It is just a question of how big of a loss you want."

"Jesus Stephen ... God, I fucked up. Marcie and the kids ... Shit!" Ryan yelled, slamming his fist on the desk.

"What you need to do is this, write a letter of resignation ..."

"Resign? Stephen we don't have to go that far do we?"

"Listen, to what I'm telling you. Write a letter of resignation, we will submit it to the President in the morning, but that doesn't mean he has to accept it. He can let it sit on his desk and depending on two things, he can accept it or reject it. The first, and most important, is how Marcie is going to respond. The second is how the media is going to play this. It isn't going to be easy, it's going to be a long week for you, but if you can get through this week, things might just work out. So, what you need to do is write that letter of resignation and then go home and talk with Marcie. Tell her everything. Also tell her it was a set up, that it was a planned attack against White House to embarrass the President, that the FBI have identified the culprits. That might not be enough to forgive you, but it's all we have at the moment. I'm going to write up two press statements, one that you admit to an adulterous affair and have submitted a letter of resignation to the President. The second will be that a group of white supremacists planned to embarrass the White House with a series of scandals and attempted blackmails that included a plan to assassinate the President. Hopefully that latter information will detract the press enough that they won't ask too many questions about the attempted scandals. We can't give that press release unless the FBI has arrested the men involved, including Kimberly. She apparently is now under their surveillance. If the men aren't arrested we will have to go with the first to counter the potential threat of an accusation of statutory rape. Do you understand that?"

Ryan looked dumbfounded, confused, and crushed. But he also was remembering his time with Kimberly. Jesus, what a piece of ass that was. Was it worth it though?

Kimberly was like this little girl looking for a father figure. She did look like she was fifteen or sixteen, but swore she was in college, even spoke about a few of her professors. Her tits were just little nubs, 22a! God, how perverse was he? And she had the cutest little ass, so tight, and her pussy, she didn't even have to shave it, there was just some light fuzz around it.

He remembered meeting her at one dinner held by an Embassy, she said she was there with her father, but never got around to identifying exactly who he was. She was so awed by his position, talking about meeting this Prime Minister and that President from different countries around the world, and of course even more awed that he met with the President of the United States every day. She had some European accent, he was guessing Scandinavian, duh, Ingersoll, should have been enough to tip him off. She had long blonde hair. That night she wore it braided, draping down her back, reaching just the tip of her young ass.