Ray Todd - The Senator_s playmate

"It sounds like a proposal," Joan giggled.

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"I'd think twice before I'd turn him down," sighed Joan. "He's a helluva guy with a bright future."

"I know that," Kim giggled. "But I sure dig Charles' cock."

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

"That must be Bob," Kim said, getting up to answer it.

"HI, doll," grinned the chauffeur when Kim opened the door.

"Charles!" the girl gasped when she saw who it was. "What are you doing here?"

"I just drove the asshole senator to a dinner and I don't have to pick him up until later. I thought I'd take you over to the motel where we could do a little…"

He stopped short when he saw Joan in the room.

"C-Come on in," Kim stammered.

"Hi, Joan," he said to the pretty brunette.

"Hello, Charles," she answered.

"Gee, honey," Kim hesitated. "I have a date tonight."

"Break it."

"I can't."

"Okay," he grinned, walking towards the door. "I'll see you around sometime."

"Wait, Charles!" Kim half shouted. "I'll break it."

"Good," the man smiled. "Let's go."

"But, Kim," Joan called after them. "What about Bob?"

"Tell him something came up," giggled Kim. "Something big and hard."

Joan slumped into a chair when they closed the door behind them. Bob was such a nice guy, and she didn't know what to tell him. She knew the young reporter was nuts about Kim, making it even harder to tell him he had been stood up.

When the bell rang, Joan nervously opened the door. Bob was standing there with a large bouquet of roses and two bottles of champagne under his arms.

"Hi Joan," he beamed.

"Hello, Bob. Come on in."

"Where's Kim?" the man asked as he sat down.

"Out."

"But we had a date."

"I know."

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know," Joan lied. "She just said she wouldn't be home until late."

The handsome young man just looked at her in a numb silence.

"Are you all right?" she asked, staring at his pale face.

"Y-Yes," he stammered. "I guess so."

"Then what's the matter?"

"I'm leaving for Paris shortly after midnight," he answered in a shaken voice.

"Paris?" loan gasped.

"Yes, I've been transferred to the Paris bureau," he explained with a trembling voice, taking two plane tickets from his pocket. "I wanted to surprise her with a wedding in France."

"Oh, my God," sighed Joan. "I wanted her to leave with me tonight."

There was a long, strained silence as Bob just sat staring at the floor.

"She'll be very disappointed," Joan finally whispered, trying to find something to say.

"Well," he finally spoke, trying to smile. "You might as wall pour us a glass of champagne. I'd planned a big celebration."

"Okay," she said in a soft voice as she picked up the bottles. "Let me go and chill it."

When Joan returned with the wine in an ice bucket, they sat sipping and talking for over an hour. Bob told her how his new assignment had suddenly come up, and how much he'd wanted Kim to go with him. He had hoped they could be married as soon as they got to Paris.

Bob's head was slightly swimming from the champagne, and he was feeling a gentle warmth as he poured out his disappointment to the understanding girl. He had not known Joan very well in the past, but tonight she seemed so sweet and compassionate. With his senses a bit blurred, he felt a genuine warmth for this understanding girl.

Feeling the lonesome man's need for solace, Joan lay her head against his shoulder as they sipped their wine. The clean fresh scent of her hair drifted to his nostrils. Filled with a strange tenderness toward the girl, he gently tilted her face up with his hand, and lowered his mouth over hers. There was a freshness to her soft cool lips that was delicately pleasing. It was like an electric shock running up his spine when she slipped her tongue between his lips. Drawing her into his arms, he could feel the heat of her soft body through their clothes. When Joan began to draw her lips away, Bob clung to her with a wild desperation. In a strange way, he felt the lovely girl was his only link with sanity. With Kim leaving him, he felt that his entire world had collapsed, yet the nearness of Joan seemed to dull the pain. At that moment he was clinging to the girl as if she were the last vestige of hope for him. Her gentle warmth and understanding was keeping him from sinking into despair.

Feeling so sorry for the man, Joan wanted to do something that might relax his pent-up feelings and tenseness. As he desperately held her mouth against his, she reached down and gently placed her hand over his fly. She could feel his body give a slight lurch as her fingers brushed lightly across his cock. Her hands gently massaged his soft dick through the material of his pants.

Bob's entire body sprang to life when he first felt her hand on his prick. Within seconds, his cock erupted into a violent hard-on that was throbbing frantically in the confines of his pants. A ripple of excitement gripped him when he heard the lovely young girl lowering his zipper.

"Oh, God," he half sobbed when he felt her cool fingers wrapping tenderly around his trembling dick.

Drawing his stiff cock through the open fly, Joan leaned down and teasingly flicked the tip of his cock-heed with her tongue.

"D'ja like that?" she whispered, smiling up at him.

"God, yes," he panted.

"Honey," she tenderly smiled, releasing his cock and rising to her feet. "Let's go into the bedroom and get undressed. I want to touch your naked body."

Taking him by the hand, she led him from the room. Quickly removing her skirt and blouse, she stood completely naked as she watched him take off his shirt and pants. There was a wild fire in his eyes that was as exciting as the big hard dick thrusting up from between his legs.

When they were both completely naked, Bob grabbed the girl and drew her warm, bare body against his. The man's erect cock was pressed up between their writhing stomachs as he gasped her ass-cheeks, pulling her tighter against him. His fingers were digging and kneading into the soft crevice between the cheeks of her soft firm bottom. Their hot open mouths were locked together, her tongue twined deliciously around his.

The feel of his hard dick burning against the soft flesh of her flat belly was driving Joan wild. Locking her arms around his neck, she pulled them both down onto the bed.

Leaning on her elbow, Joan looked down at the big hunk of hard male meat that she was grasping in her hand. The way it lurched and throbbed in her fingers filled the girl with a wild excitement.

There was something about the heat of his dong and the spongy hardness of it that really turned her on.

Joan's young twat was creaming all over her leg as she slid the thick, rubbery foreskin up and down his luscious shaft. Wanting to feel his stiff dick burning against her flesh, Joan lowered her head down and pressed his hard cock against her face. The warmth and texture of it felt fantastic on her cheek.

Crazed with excitement, she brushed her moist parted lips over his big sensitive cock-head. The pungent male aroma and the exciting taste of his stiff prick sent a big spurt of cunt juice oozing out between her lust swollen cunt-lips. She could feel Bob's body trembling with excitement as she swirled her tongue round his throbbing dong.

Smiling tenderly up at the handsome man, she began running her tongue up and down the entire underside of his glorious fuck-shaft. She could feel his hard, meaty cock swelling and throbbing as she teased her wet tongue around the base of his glans. Then slowly lowering her lips, she took his entire cock-head into the moist hotness of her juicy mouth. She could hear Bob moaning with pleasure as her soft slippery lips slid over his big purple knob. She locked her lips around the base of his cock-head and began a deep sucking action that he could feel deep down to his toes.