06-02-2012, 11:45 PM
By popular (err, at least two people) demand... Excerpt from Chapter 2:
After our first romantic encounter in the maintenance closet, I was hungry for so much more. John hired me to video blog his campaign to be the next President, so I was certain that we'd be able to recapture the passion we ignited at the Willow Room.
Shortly after I began filming the campaign, I found myself on a plane headed for New Hampshire. John was looking to make a statement there, and confided in me his dreams of one day becoming President. I have to admit that as a small town girl with no experience as a videographer, I became somewhat overwhelmed as the plane lifted off the runway.
I gathered my equipment from my carry on, and mingled a bit with the press corps that was rolling John on the trail. After placing third in Iowa, there were only a handful of beat reporters covering the campaign. We bantered back and forth a bit - they wondered what a wild eyed blonde with seemingly little experience was doing capturing the campaign on video. I wondered that too sometimes to be honest, but then again I had the attention and the affection of John so they were just jealous I suppose.
When we reached cruising altitude I started filming and made my way to the front cabin. John was entertaining a few advisors, so I shot some footage and meandered about aimlessly. His wife was along on this trip, and she glared at me occasionally. I wondered if she knew that John was in love with me, and that we had intertwined on an ethereal level.
John was brilliant as he discussed issues. I could hear them through my headphones using big words that I couldn't understand. My mind started to drift, but then I was snapped to attention by John looking at me with his seductive stare. He motioned to the galley area just in front of us with his eyes. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too.
I made my way down the aisle, and turned right into the galley. I had no sooner placed my camera on the counter when he was already on me. With a flourish he closed the sapphire colored curtain the separated the galley from the rest of the plane. My ears were hazy as they hadn't popped from the altitude, but I could feel my heartbeat begin to race in my eardrums.
"Oh John", I whispered as he pressed his pouty feminine lips against mine. His serpent-like tongue probed my pursed lips, finally breaching my weak defenses and probing the depths of my mouth. My reciprocation was of course divine, and gave him the only signal he needed to stoke the fires.
In a flash he was on his knees in front of me, pushing my sundress up my pasty legs. I angled myself back against the galley ledge, and ended up sitting half on, half off the beverage cart dock. John inhaled deeply as he made his way along my inner thigh, trailing his fingers behind his mouth as he kissed and nibbled his way up.
Finally he arrived, and sent electric shocks through my body as his tongue flicked against my swollen lady parts. My sacral chakra was torn wide open, and he wasted no time as he slipped his fingers through their welcoming gateway. I gasped and pushed myself into his rhythmic motions. John grasped my lower back and pulled me tighter to his maneuvering as I exploded in mile high ecstasy.
Knowing our time was short, I quickly recovered and opened my eyes. John was standing in front of me, with a goofy yet charming girlish smile on his face. My head still spinning, I reached for he belt and pulled him closer to me. Reaching for his zipper, I found my mark and felt the familiar vibration through my fingers as I lowered it. I slid my hand inside the fabric opening, searching for veiny steel. John is merely average, but still it wasn't that hard to find.
Just then, I was distracted by the billowing curtain to the galley. Had it moved? I became acutely aware of my hand position as I heard the metallic sound of the curtain sliding open...
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After our first romantic encounter in the maintenance closet, I was hungry for so much more. John hired me to video blog his campaign to be the next President, so I was certain that we'd be able to recapture the passion we ignited at the Willow Room.
Shortly after I began filming the campaign, I found myself on a plane headed for New Hampshire. John was looking to make a statement there, and confided in me his dreams of one day becoming President. I have to admit that as a small town girl with no experience as a videographer, I became somewhat overwhelmed as the plane lifted off the runway.
I gathered my equipment from my carry on, and mingled a bit with the press corps that was rolling John on the trail. After placing third in Iowa, there were only a handful of beat reporters covering the campaign. We bantered back and forth a bit - they wondered what a wild eyed blonde with seemingly little experience was doing capturing the campaign on video. I wondered that too sometimes to be honest, but then again I had the attention and the affection of John so they were just jealous I suppose.
When we reached cruising altitude I started filming and made my way to the front cabin. John was entertaining a few advisors, so I shot some footage and meandered about aimlessly. His wife was along on this trip, and she glared at me occasionally. I wondered if she knew that John was in love with me, and that we had intertwined on an ethereal level.
John was brilliant as he discussed issues. I could hear them through my headphones using big words that I couldn't understand. My mind started to drift, but then I was snapped to attention by John looking at me with his seductive stare. He motioned to the galley area just in front of us with his eyes. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too.
I made my way down the aisle, and turned right into the galley. I had no sooner placed my camera on the counter when he was already on me. With a flourish he closed the sapphire colored curtain the separated the galley from the rest of the plane. My ears were hazy as they hadn't popped from the altitude, but I could feel my heartbeat begin to race in my eardrums.
"Oh John", I whispered as he pressed his pouty feminine lips against mine. His serpent-like tongue probed my pursed lips, finally breaching my weak defenses and probing the depths of my mouth. My reciprocation was of course divine, and gave him the only signal he needed to stoke the fires.
In a flash he was on his knees in front of me, pushing my sundress up my pasty legs. I angled myself back against the galley ledge, and ended up sitting half on, half off the beverage cart dock. John inhaled deeply as he made his way along my inner thigh, trailing his fingers behind his mouth as he kissed and nibbled his way up.
Finally he arrived, and sent electric shocks through my body as his tongue flicked against my swollen lady parts. My sacral chakra was torn wide open, and he wasted no time as he slipped his fingers through their welcoming gateway. I gasped and pushed myself into his rhythmic motions. John grasped my lower back and pulled me tighter to his maneuvering as I exploded in mile high ecstasy.
Knowing our time was short, I quickly recovered and opened my eyes. John was standing in front of me, with a goofy yet charming girlish smile on his face. My head still spinning, I reached for he belt and pulled him closer to me. Reaching for his zipper, I found my mark and felt the familiar vibration through my fingers as I lowered it. I slid my hand inside the fabric opening, searching for veiny steel. John is merely average, but still it wasn't that hard to find.
Just then, I was distracted by the billowing curtain to the galley. Had it moved? I became acutely aware of my hand position as I heard the metallic sound of the curtain sliding open...
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