Unknown - Southern tramp

"Are you really listening to that boring man's speech?" she said petulantly.

The young spark nearly leaped a mile. He turned a pair of amazed blue eyes on his companion, and a look of astonishment and appreciation came over his face.

Melanie gave a silvery laugh and said with a twinkle in her eye, "My! You look as though you've just seen a ghost!"

"I am sorry, ma'am," he said with a courtly bow, "I didn't hear you come in."

"I know," she said impishly, "I meant it to be a surprise. I saw you standing up here all alone and thought you might like some company."

He flashed her a sexy grin, exposing twin rows of white teeth.

"I would be glad of your company any time, Miss…?"

"Just call me Melanie," she said sweetly, batting her long lashes at him, "And what might I call you?"

"My name's Randy," the young man said, his hot blue eyes raking boldly up and down her figure.

Melanie sidled sneakily closer to him until their arms rubbed together and she said with a sigh, glancing down at the street, "I don't know why everyone's so interested in that man Hardman. He's not going to win the election. Do you think he is?"

Randy gave a sheepish grin and said slowly, "Well, I'm rather biased, I'm afraid. I don't want to scare you away, honey, but I think it's only right to let you know. I'm Randy Hardman, and that's my father!"

Now it was Melanie's turn to be astounded. She gaped at the handsome young man in silence for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing. Her laughter was so infectious that Randy soon joined in.

"I know it's a funny coincidence," Randy chuckled, "I hope you'll forgive me my family."

"It's funnier than you can imagine," Melanie giggled, but she didn't let him in on her part of the secret.

"Anyway," she said with a smile, "You're very nice and very handsome and I like you a lot. I liked you the instant I saw you."

"My dear young lady," Randy said huskily, "The feeling is absolutely mutual, I assure you. I tell you, it's very flattering to be admired by the prettiest young woman I've ever laid eyes on. And I am not pulling your leg, ma'am. You are an absolute angel! But I can't get over the feeling that I've seen you before, somewhere."

"Perhaps you have," she said, with a twinkle, "But all I'm interested in is now."

She turned and looked at him searchingly, her face flushed with romantic ardor. Gazing down at her, the brawny young dude was incredibly turned on. She was radiantly beautiful, and he saw clearly the invitation in her hot blue eyes.

Bending down slowly, he brushed his lips against hers, and then, slid his arms about her waist, drawing Melanie tightly against his body and kissing her hard. Their tongues dueled as their mouths strained against one another, and Melanie gave a muffled moan of pleasure, throwing her arms about his strong neck and flattening her breasts against his chest.

Randy ran his hands down her back and over the firm pliant cheeks of her ass, squeezing them lightly and pressing their loins together. Melanie gave a little whimper of excitement as she felt the solid, throbbing log of his cock press against her belly.

She quivered quiescently when Randy's groping fingers found the zipper in back of her dress and slowly drew it down.

He pulled slightly away from her, hooking his fingers gently in the lining of her dress and pulling it over her shoulders, letting it drop in a soft heap on the floor of the porch.

He gave a low moan of carnal delight when he saw that the luscious blonde wore nothing beneath. Reaching out, Randy drew his big strong hands over her slender shoulders and down across the full, trembling pillows of her boobs, kneading them luxuriously, swiping the tips of his thumbs across the aching breasts. Slowly, he ran his hands down her slender sides and over her hips, sliding one hand across her thigh and between her legs, cupping the full, tender mound of her throbbing mons veneris.

Melanie gave a throaty gasp of pleasure when she felt his strong fingers feather through her lambent pubic bush and brush across the pouting lips of her sensitized vulva. Bending down, Randy gently kissed her on the cheek, on the mouth, on the eyes, his fingers lightly stroking back and forth across her tingling pussy. He pressed harder, sliding two fingers between the glistening, slick petals of flesh, moaning in delight as he felt the hot, buttery interior of her tight, sweet twat. He discovered the throbbing, slackened knob of her clitoris and strummed it skillfully, sending bolts of sheer ecstasy coursing through Melanie's middle.

She gave a low sob of pleasure, undulating her hips wantonly against his hand, reveling in the ecstatic sensations that swam through her hungry loins.

Randy bent down and pressed his mouth to her warm white flesh, sliding his hand around one of her breasts and lifting it to his lips. His long, athletic tongue whipped out and darted across the puckered knob, slurping at it eagerly. He clamped his lips to the pouting rivet of flesh and sucked hard, his mouth swarming over her aching breast as he hungrily worked at it with his tongue and lips.

Darts of pure pleasure coursed through Melanie's trembling body. The handsome young man was caressing her delicate body like a violinist playing a Stradivarius, and his fingers and mouth sent passionate ripples of delight to all of her nerve endings.

Randy Hardman dropped suddenly to his knees in front of the beautiful blonde sixteen year old stranger who had wandered into his room at the boarding house. He gazed at the lovely, pouting snatch that glistened between her sexy legs and bent forward, sniffing the sweet feminine scent of it. With a growl of salacious pleasure, he buried his face in the soft fragrant bush, brushing his hungry lips across the slippery petals of her vagina, and sluicing his tongue lewdly up and down her slit.

Melanie gasped in rapture as he tongued her pussy, titillating her throbbing clit and probing deeply into her aching cuntal furrow. His hands ran up the backs of her legs and gripped firmly around the full, marshmallow textured lobes of her buttocks.

Below them, Lance Hardman's voice was ringing out loud and clear.

"And furthermore," he boomed, "No man in this state shall go hungry! Every mouth shall be fed!"

He was unaware that his son was at that moment feasting voraciously on the honeyed box of his opponent's lovely young daughter.

Melanie tossed back her lovely, leonine head and gave a soft, whimpering moan of pleasure as Randy's hot wriggling tongue tunneled into her sweet, clinging furrow, sending flames of passion through her quivering body. She undulated her hips spasmodically, mashing her dripping pussy against the hungry young man's eager face. She ran her fingers through his short silky blond hair and mewled and writhed in rapture.

After a while, Randy drew back, tilting his head and staring up at her with smoldering blue eyes. His mouth was wet and glistening with her honeyed juices, his face flushed with desire.

He stood up and drew her to him again, kissing her hard, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Melanie ran her hands over his broad back, feeling the play of his muscles beneath his shirt.

Pulling away from her abruptly, his fingers flew to the buttons of his shirt, and he rapidly undid them, tossing off the garment and reaching for his pants. He unzipped them and let them fall about his ankles, and quickly shucked off his jockey shorts.

Then, he stood in front of her in his birthday suit, and Melanie's warm blue eyes flickered in appreciative excitement over his brawny young body.

He had a powerfully muscled torso, lightly covered with blondish brown hair, deeply tanned by many hours in the sun. His chest tapered into a slender waist, with a rippling, washboard belly and tight hips.