Unknown - Southern tramp

She glanced around to see if there were any comely young guys who she could set her sights on, but though there were a number of good-looking dudes, she somehow just didn't feel like putting out the effort. Most of them were too caught up in the enthusiasm of the political contest to care much about anything else, anyway. Melanie yawned. Hell, what she needed was a good, hard fuck…

After their hot sex session, Rhett Wilkerson had sternly reprimanded his daughter on her sluttish behavior.

"If the press ever got a hold of the facts about you, I'd be ruined, honey," he said, "Now, if you're going to behave like a slut, you do it circumspectly, and in your own home, and with a white boy, please! What's going to happen if that black buck gets you pregnant? You tell me that!"

Melanie had batted her long lashes at him and looked properly contrite and had promised to behave with nunlike virtuousness from then on, lying through her teeth. Of course, she had no intention of stopping what had become her most enjoyable hobby. She would just have to be a bit more careful to insure that her father wouldn't catch her at it.

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke near at hand.

"Well, you don't seem as though you're having a terrific time, Melanie Wilkerson!"

Melanie jerked her head in astonishment and gaped at the speaker. It was Randy Hardman! The son of her father's political opponent grinned at her impishly. He was dressed conservatively in a blue suit, with his short blond hair neatly combed and his handsome, tanned features scrubbed clean. In fact, he looked absolutely fantastic!

And from the way he was looking at Melanie Wilkerson, it was clear that Lance Hardman's boy was very pleased by the way his secret girl-friend looked.

Melanie was a picture of girlish prettiness. Her golden curls were swept back from her pretty porcelain face, and tied with small pink bows. She wore a frilly dress of frothy white, with a pink sash, and looked absolutely dazzling.

"Randy!" she squealed breathlessly, "What on earth are you doing here?"

The handsome young man winked at her and said, "Well, I got bored sitting around Dad's campaign headquarters waiting for the election returns, and I gathered that you might be feeling the same way. I don't see you hunched over a T.V. biting your nails in anxiety."

Melanie giggled in delight, very glad that Randy had done such an audacious thing as sneaking into Rhett Wilkerson's campaign quarters.

"I hope no one here recognizes you," Melanie said in a low voice, glancing around.

"No one here is looking at anything except the T.V. screen," Randy retorted, slipping his arm lightly around her waist, "But I would like some privacy. I have something to talk to you about."

Melanie looked around for her father and spotted him at the center of a knot of reporters, fielding dozens of questions.

"Come on, let's sneak into one of the offices in the back," Melanie said, hooking her hand through the crook of his arm and tugging him lightly.

They slipped through a door into the darkened passageway, and crept up to one of the opaque glass doors leading into various offices in the campaign headquarters. Trying each one, they finally found one that was unlocked, and pushed it open. They were about to step inside when they discovered that it was already occupied.

Jarvis Wilkerson had nailed the blonde floozy, Melanie saw immediately. The buxom campaign worker was lying on her back on a desk, her stockinged legs straight up in the air, her huge boobs flopping free from her blouse as the hunky young stud lustily pumped away on top of her, shoving his thick prick deep inside her honeyed chasm again and again.

"Oooh! Oooh! M-mr. Wilkerson! That's so nice!" the blonde squeaked, kicking her spiked heeled shoes off and scraping the heels of her feet against his hard buttocks.

"Looks like someone beat us to it," Randy whispered as he and Melanie hastily backed out of the room.

Melanie muffled a giggle and said softly, "Yes, that's my brother, Jarvis."

Randy arched his eye brows in amazement and clicked his tongue, a twinkle in his sexy blue eyes.

"My, my, you Wilkersons are a depraved lot, aren't you?" he said mockingly.

Melanie pushed him against the wall and nuzzled his cheek with her full coral-pink lips.

"Now," she said softly, "What was it you wanted to say to me, Randy Hardman?"

Randy pressed his mouth hungrily to hers, and then said, "First of all, I love you very much."

"I know. And I love you."

"And… I'd like you to elope with me."

Melanie's baby blue eyes opened wide. "I have a feeling you're not pulling my leg."

"I'm deadly serious. I think we should run away together. Tonight. And get married in the morning."

Melanie studied his features for a long time. It was a crazy idea. Both of their fathers would be utterly aghast when they found out. In fact, they might get cut off without a cent. But, Melanie decided suddenly, it was worth it. She was ready to get hitched. And she was pretty sure she could bring her father around in the end.

"O.K.," she said lightly.

Randy gaped at her in amazement. "Really?" he gasped, "You really mean you'll do it?"

"Of course!" she said, "Now we'd better get out of here before Daddy comes looking for me. We'll have to stop by my place so I can pack some things."

They slipped out the back door and hopped into Randy's Chevrolet and zoomed off into the night.

An hour later, the maroon Chevvy pulled up in front of the Bates Motel, ten miles outside of town, and a very good-looking couple hopped out, hand in hand, carrying small valises and looking very happy.

When the proprietor of the hotel asked them to sign the register, the handsome young man scribbled: "Mr. and Mrs. William Stark." Then, they were shown to their room.

It was a small, gaudily decorated room with a double bed and a television set.

Randy locked the door and strode over and switched on the television set.

Melanie raised her eyes and said mockingly, "I thought you weren't interest in the election results."

"I'm not," he responded, "I'm just making sure our neighbors don't overhear what's really going on in here!"

He crossed quickly to the pretty blonde and slid his arms around her, drawing her against his strong chest. Bending down, he brushed his lips against her mouth and kissed her hungrily. His fingers fumbled with the back of her dress, snapping open the buttons. He unhooked her brassiere, and stood back, gently drawing off her clothes and letting them fall to the ground. His hot blue eyes raked over her lovely, creamy body, and he let his hands slide over the curves and valleys of her womanly figure. She was wearing only a pair of pink, frilly panties now.

"Get in bed," he said huskily.

Melanie complied obediently, reclining on the white sheets and gazing at him with voluptuous periwinkle blue eyes.

Randy stripped quickly, tearing off his conservative blue suit, leaving on a pair of boxer shorts which were tenting at the crotch conspicuously. Then, he sprinted over to the bed and dived in on top of his wife-to-be. Melanie squealed with laughter as they tussled playfully. Then, the young stud rolled on top of her, his muscular body bearing down on her slender, curvaceous figure, flattening her breasts against his powerful torso. He crushed his mouth to hers and wormed his hungry tongue inside, swabbing up her saliva. Melanie gave a muffled groan of delight and ran her hands sensuously down his broad back and over the hard, compact buns of his ass cheeks. She could feel the outline of his rigid ten inch cock throbbing against her belly.

On the T.V. set, the election returns were coming in.

The newsman was saying, "At the moment, it seems as though Wilkerson and Hardman are running neck to neck, with Wilkerson having a slight lead. But political experts believe that Hardman may sweep the western counties, which could mean a possible victory for the young liberal from Bay Springs…"