Ray Todd: The Senator_s playmate

Kim Sterling and her roommate, Joan Colman, were sitting in their small Washington, D.C., apartment, discussing the ever-popular subject of boys. Life was a big beautiful bubble for the two young girls who were on their own for the first time in their lives. Both girls had recently graduated from high school in the Midwest and had come out to Washington, thrilled at the thought of working in the nation's capital. Joan's uncle, a minor official in the State Department had arranged jobs for the girls in the steno pool before they ever left home. When they arrived, he and Joan's aunt had helped them settle into an apartment he'd located for them near where they were to work.

Living away from the watchful eyes of their parents for the first time, the girls were giddily looking at the world through rose-colored glasses. If the girls were a bit naive about the ways of the big city, they certainly weren't lacking in knowledge of sex. Kim had lost her cherry in a cornfield, and Joan had been introduced into the world of cocks when she let the high-school basketball team gang-bang her.

The result was that both of them enjoyed fucking and openly admitted it. When they first arrived in the capital city, the girls were quickly invited out by the young men who worked for the department. This whirl of parties and men continued until Kim met a young newspaper reporter named Bob Wallace.

Bob, a big handsome fellow in his late twenties had walked up and introduced himself to Kim one evening when she was at a discotheque with a group of young people. Being only eighteen, Kim thought the big rugged blond was the most sophisticated man she'd ever met. The girl readily gave him her phone number when he asked for it, and was in seventh heaven when he called her a few days later. They went out to dinner and a movie, and Kim hadn't dated anyone but Bob since that night.

"Is Bob coming over this evening?" Joan asked as the two girls sat sprawled out on a sofa in their apartment.

"I think so," Kim beamed, throwing back her long blonde hair. "He's not on the night beat this week."

"He sure works crazy hours," smiled Joan. "That would drive me crazy."

"That's a reporter's life," Kim giggled. "He's got to meet his deadlines."

Kim was a beautiful radiant girl with long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She had a soft, cuddly figure and a pair of big lush tits that she didn't bother to hide with a bra. They always bounced and rolled deliciously under her sweaters and blouses.

Joan was a slimmer girl with boobs a bit smaller than Kim's, but they thrust out hard and firm, capped with big oversized nipples that always pressed excitingly against the material of her tight clothes. In contrast to Kim's blonde hair, Joan's long dark tresses streamed down to the middle of her back. Both girls knew they had lovely legs and wore short dresses to show them to advantage.

"Are you getting serious with Bob?" Joan suddenly asked.

"Not really," she answered. "But he's sure exciting to be with."

"How?"

"He knows so many people," Kim smiled. "He's taking me to a press party tomorrow night that will be crawling with important people."

"Sounds fun," sighed Joan. "Is he a good fuck-partner?"

"I wouldn't know," Kim admitted. "We've never gone past the kissing stage."

"Are you shittin' me?"

"No," giggled Kim. "He seems to treat me like an innocent girl."

"Shit," Joan laughed. "How do you stand it with your horny cunt?"

"It's tough," sighed the blonde. "But I do a lot of masturbating."

"How long can you go without fucking?" her friend asked.

"I hope to change things tonight," Kim giggled.

"Are you going out this evening?"

"I will if you want me to," Joan volunteered.

"Just give me till midnight," grinned Kim. "That should give me enough time to get into his fucking pants."

"Okay," Joan giggled. "I'll go up to Tony's apartment and ball him."

Kim was waiting alone in the apartment when Bob arrived. Wanting to make her pussy as available as possible to the man, she'd made a point not to wear panties under her short dress.

"Hi, hon," she beamed, kissing him lightly on the cheek as she opened the door for him.

"You sure look pretty tonight," he smiled, looking over her fresh, young figure. "You look like a peppermint stick."

"Thank you," she replied, playfully curtsying.

"Where's Joan tonight?" he casually asked.

"She's gone out and won't be back until quite late," she answered, sitting next to him on the couch.

The nearness of the girl always excited Bob, and tonight was no exception. She was the loveliest young lady he'd ever met in his life, but he was very much disturbed about their big age difference. He hadn't dreamed she was only eighteen when he met her in the discotheque that night. There was nothing in the world he would rather do than ram his cock up the cute blonde's cunt, but he fully realized that he couldn't take advantage of their innocence.

"Shall we watch television?" he nervously asked, feeling the hot flesh of her thigh burning through her dress against his leg.

"Not tonight," she smiled, casually placing her hand on his upper leg. "Let's just talk."

"O-Okay," he stammered, excited by her touch, but realizing Kim wasn't aware of what she was doing. "What shall we talk about?"

"You," was her brief answer.

"Why me?"

"Because," she whispered. "We never talk much and I want to know all about you. Have you ever been married?"

"Yes," he answered after a long pause.

"It was just one of those things," he sighed. "We were just kids when we were first married, and when we grew older, we just had nothing in common."

"Did you make love a lot in the beginning?"

Kim asked, subtly pressing his thigh with her hand.

"I suppose so," he stammered a bit disturbed by her questioning. He hoped the girl wouldn't notice the cock bulge in the front of his pants, induced by her intimate nearness.

"I'll bet it was hot, passionate love," she sighed, slowly moving her hand up along his inner thigh.

"Why do you say that?" he asked.

"Because you look like a passionate man," she whispered, leaning over and kissing him lightly on the cheek as her teasing fingers moved higher up his leg. Pretending to be changing her sitting position, she squirmed around on the sofa until her short skirt was hiked up almost to the top of her soft bare legs.

"Gee," she whispered, taking his hand in hers as the fingers of her of her continued slowly moving up his leg. "You have the smoothest palms for a man."

"I don't get many calluses from my pencil and typewriter," he grinned.

"Tell me more about your wife," she said, slowly moving his hand down between her open thighs.

"What do you want to know about her?"

"Was she hot and passionate?"

"I guess so," he answered.

"As hot and juicy as me?" she whispered, suddenly plunging his finger against the scalding dampness of her wet slit as her other hand grasped at the big throbbing prick-bulge in his pants.

Bob couldn't believe what was happening when the innocent young girl rubbed his finger against her hot slippery cunt. He was even more shocked when she placed her warm hand on his throbbing cock.

"Well," she continued as the young man sat in stunned silence. "Was she?"

"Was… was she what?" he stammered, trying to pin control of his thoughts.

"Was your wife as hot and juicy as me?" Kim repeated in a teasing voice.

"Er… uh… I… I d-don't think so," he stuttered as the young blonde guided the tip of his finger up into the slick hotness of her naughty twat.

"I'm glad," she whispered, giving his hard dick a playful squeeze through his pants. "I want you to think I have the neatest fucking cunt in the world."