The Inauguration

The Inauguration

It's Tuesday night - awfully cold and wet outside but warm in here with my thoughts of you and our last night together the evening of the Presidential inauguration.

We were invited to watch the ceremonies and the parade by a good friend of ours - an influential lobbyist on the Hill who happened to have an office on the 9^th floor of an office building facing Pennsylvania Avenue. We watched the ceremonies on a large screen television in his conference room and then watched the parade go by outside from our perch on an enclosed glass balcony. Afterwards, we enjoyed a short reception before being driven back to the Willard where a suite had been booked for us. It was about 6:00 pm - too early to get dressed for the ball we were going to, so we explored the room and its appointments and then decided to take advantage of our time alone until it was time to get ready. We made slow languid love on a cold winter's afternoon, and enjoyed the taste and touch of one another in so many delicious ways.

Soon, it was time to prepare for the evening's events. We showered together and spent a long time running our soapy hands over each other's bodies. I stood behind you and filled my hands with your warm full breasts. They were slippery with soap and I enjoyed the feel of them moving on my hands as you wiggled against my erection pressing into the middle of your back. I soaped up a soft washcloth and moved it back and forth between your legs as you parted them to allow me access. I kept up the motion until you started to come and then used my slippery fingers to bring you to completion. At the moment of your orgasm, you let go with a gush of hot yellow pee. It filled my hand and then spilled down into the soap-filled drain. I have never felt you actually do that before and the sensation was highly erotic.

You turned to me, kissed me deeply and then began to stroke me with your warm slippery hand. I too soon came and it was clear from the look in your eyes that you wanted to experience me in the same way I had just experienced you. I let loose with a strong stream that splashed against your breasts and tummy and ran down toward your pussy before cascading off you. You were surprised at how hot my liquid felt and you seemed to revel in letting it splash all over you. The combination of coming and then peeing while my cock was still hard in your hand was wonderful. We stayed under the hot shower for another 5 minutes, enjoying the after-glow.

Having satiated ourselves (for the moment at least) we tuned our attention to getting ready for dinner. You dressed for the evening in black panties and bra, black nylons, a full garter belt and an off the shoulder burgundy evening dress that accented the tops of your beautiful white breasts. You finish by slipping into your 4-inch heels. I dressed in a classic tux, black tie and cumber bum. I looked a little like a groom on the wedding cake, but you thought I looked sexy AND distinguished, so that was good enough for me.

Our car picked us up shortly after 8:00 and we were soon at the National Building Museum where one of the official balls was being hosted. We joined the French ambassador and his wife and two other couples at a circular table. You sat immediately to my right and the Ambassador and his wife sat across from us. He was charming and you flirted with him mercilessly. I decided to teach you a bit of lesson (and have some fun) so I decided to start playing this little game we sometimes play with each other when we are with complete strangers and want to see what we can get away with.

I put my right hand under the table and started by lifting your dress above your knee, so that I could run my hand over your nylon-covered thigh and caress you. You played along and parted you legs just enough so that I could let my hand slide between your legs until my fingers were brushing against the warm moist silk covering your pussy. As you carried on an animated conversation with the ambassador, I began to gently play with you through the thin silk. You wettened very quickly and I pushed the wet silk against your parted lips and kept caressing you. You were having difficulty concentrating on the conversation and your hips seemed to move involuntarily and ever so slightly in rhythm with my stroking.

You wettened more as I pushed the wet silk to one side and slipped my middle finger into you. This caught you in mid-sentence and you paused and caught your breath. The ambassador's wife took a greater interest in you at that point and asked you if you were feeling well. I took the liberty of answering for you - volunteering than you "felt" wonderful. You smiled at this, but I continued my stroking and showed you no mercy as I fingered you and played with your swollen clit. I noticed your breasts rising and falling against the top of your gown and Ionged to kiss and caress them - but that would have violated the rules of the game.

After ten minutes of my stroking, I plunged three fingers into you and began to work the inner walls of your vagina. This put you over the top as I could feel you tighten around my fingers as you started to come. You closed your eyes briefly, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as you came all over my hand. You were flushed and breathing a bit fast, but the ambassador assumed it was the heat in the room and excitement of the event that was affecting you. I knew better of course.

It took you a few minutes to completely recover, and when you did, you leaned over to me and whispered in my ear "I loved the feel of your fingers in my pussy darling." After dinner, we danced with each other and I pressed you close so that you could feel that I was still excited by our game at the table. You smiled and made it clear that as soon we sat down again, you would return the favor. As we settled in, the ambassador slid in next to you. You had clearly charmed him - and perhaps he sensed that something more was indeed going on with you than he first suspected.

You continued to flirt with him, while at the same time lowering your hand to my crotch and to massage my hard cock through the fabric of my trousers. You skillfully unzipped me, reached in and pulled me out just beneath the drop of the tablecloth. If I moved or if the table cloth moved at all, the Ambassador would get a good view of your soft white hand wrapped around my swollen member. You moved a bit closer to him and he moved closer to you. I could see your thighs were touching and he was resting his hand on your knee as he made a point during the conversation.

He was animated in his speech and raised and dropped his hand with each new point he was emphasizing, and I couldn't help but notice that each time his hand came to rest higher up on your leg. You ran your silky fingers up and down the length of me over and over, often going lower still to take my testicles in your hand and gently massage them. Some precum dribbled from my cock onto your hand and you took your hand from beneath the table, raised it to mouth as if to stifle a cough and discretely licked it from your palm - all the while pretending to show interest in the ambassador, who now had his hand parked on your upper thigh.

You leaned toward him a bit to give him a better view look of your milky white breasts and he couldn't help but to steal a glance when he thought your eyes were momentarily averted. All the while, you worked my cock up and down and I was having a very hard time trying to carry on a conversation with the matronly wife of the lobbyist seated to my left. She had no clue what you were doing to me just under the tablecloth and would have been horrified has she known.

Soon, I was facing the same challenge I had posed for you. I could feel the cum welling up in my balls and beginning to fill the shaft of my cock. You sensed it too as I grew even harder in your warm hand. But you continued to talk to the ambassador, who was now massaging your thigh, and you never missed a "beat." Perhaps because you were squeezing me so hard, I came with unusual force, spraying the underside of the tablecloth and soaking your hand and wrist.

I cleared my throat as I came and pretended to have a bit of a coughing fit as I tried to hide the fact of my orgasm from our dinner mates. You pulled your hand from my lap and I let my napkin drop across it to hide the slippery ropes of come that adorned it like some sort of exotic white jewelry. With some effort, we both managed to rearrange ourselves and you extricated yourself from the grasp of the ambassador just as he was nearing his goal.

After dinner, we danced until midnight, and congratulated each other on "playing" our game so well. The President and First Lady arrived shortly after midnight, and we watched them enjoy their "spotlight" dance with each other. They were clearly in love and we enjoyed watching them. We left shortly after saying our goodbyes to our dinner mates, The ambassador hugged you close, holding you a bit longer than necessary. He was clearly enjoying himself, and you didn't seem to mind that his rather obvious boner was pressing against your thigh as he held you to him.

Our car deposited us back at our hotel around 1:00 am. We went to our room and toasted the evening with the chilled bottle of waiting champagne. I watched as you unzipped your gown and let it fall to the floor. You were a vision in black lace and nylon and I immediately grew hard again. I asked if you enjoyed yourself and your smile told me all I needed to know. It seemed our night was beginning all over again.