my back this time… if you decided to do it again.'
Phillip could hardly believe his ears. She was openly, and not very cleverly, propositioning him… and he hadn't even laid a hand on her. Christ! 'Look… what the hell is this all about, Dianne? Where are we going and why…?'
'I told you, Darling.' Once more, she smiled in his direction. 'I rented a little cabin for us this afternoon… where we can have a private drink, a little talk… and you can make love to me.'
'Jesus Christ!' he exclaimed, gaping at her. 'You're serious, aren't you?'
'Of course, I'm serious, Lover,' she replied, laughing.
Suddenly, she slowed before a shabby, partially inoperative neon sign that read Capital Cabins when the Cs were lighted. She swung into the drive and along a narrow, dismal lane to park before the fourth unit, cutting the engine.
Phillip felt his throat growing dry. 'I don't see any roadhouse,' he said, looking around him into the depths of the night. 'And I can't think of a damned thing we've got to talk about…'
'Oh, the roadhouse is further along another mile or so,' she said lightly. 'But you see, I have liquor and ice on the floor in back, so if you'll get that I'll go ahead and turn the lights on, Darling. I'm sure we'll think of something to do… even if we don't have anything to talk about.'
Phillip stared after her as she pulled the keys from the ignition, jumped out and jogged up the three steps to the cabin door. He was flabbergasted. He climbed out, retrieved the supplies and followed her.
It was a small unit, sparsely furnished but clean. Dianne was waiting, her lovely smile prevalent, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She took the things from him, removed the plastic bags from two water glasses and made them each a drink. Phillip said nothing, only went to the only comfortable chair and dropped into it. She brought him his drink then moved to the bed, propping up the pillows and kicking off her shoes. As he watched, she lay back in a half sitting, half reclining position, her, knees drawn up shamelessly, exposing the backs of her white full thighs above her nylons all the way to the strip of white panties narrowly covering her delightful crotch.
'Now,' she said, 'What shall we do?'
Phillip took a long draught from his glass. He could hardly keep his eyes off the provocative, sensual display she was presenting to him. His cock jerked inside his shorts. He said: 'You… you had something to talk about?'
'Uh hum. You and me, Darling,' Dianne said, sipping at her own drink.
'Okay… I'm listening, go on,' he said, trying to keep his eyes focused on her face.
'Really, it's very simple,' she said matter-of-factly. 'Mark is going to be the next Governor, Phillip… and that's going to put me in a position of considerable prestige and power.' She was no longer smiling, simply cold and calculating. Her wide-set hazel eyes bore the shrewd craftiness of a person far beyond her twenty-four years; Phillip was well aware of the reputation she'd already gained as a political manipulator. Momentarily though, he was endeavoring in his mind to associate her with the little girl he'd fallen so deeply in love with those many years ago… he couldn't. 'And you, Darling, have become a figure with much political potential…' she was saying, 'I can help you, Phillip… and I want to help you.'
'Why? Why should you want to help me?'
Dianne studied him for a long moment. He watched her eyes soften, even grow wet, almost misty.
'You really don't know? You can't tell by looking at me? You can't even assume by the fact that I brought you here this way…?'
He tipped up his glass, drained it and stood to make himself another. With his back to her, he said: 'I'm not good at guessing games anymore, Dianne. You might say that I've outgrown them… along with a few other things…'
'You haven't outgrown me, Phillip,' she said, coming off the bed. She caught at his arm and gently turned him around, then moved in close to him, sliding her arms upward around his neck, pulling his face down to her upraised lips as she drew closer and closer to him, until he could feel the heat of her vibrant body tight to his, her full, firm breasts digging into his chest while her hips and pelvis ground against him meaningfully.
She kissed him with open wet lips, her hot breath sweet in his mouth, and subconsciously, his arms went around her, his hands stroking the soft, supple flesh of her back beneath her dress, smoothing downward to cup at her lush round buttocks tightly, drawing her against his jerking, swelling cock furiously as the breath burst out of her in a moaning gasp.
'Oh, my God, darling,' she whimpered. 'You do love me! You do!'
Phillip couldn't seem to control himself. The presence of her hot, voluptuous body within his arms and grinding against him lustfully had suddenly sent every sensible thought he had into a shambles. Sensations so deep and locked away that he'd forgotten they existed had abruptly burst forth asunder inside him. The delicious, nectral delight of her lips and warm mouth had upset any sense of balance or control he'd walked in there with. Dear Jesus! He had to have her! He did… and now!
'You beautiful, enchanting bitch!' he hissed down into her mouth, his hand coursing up to her slender waist, along her ribs to the full swell of her magnificent breast.
'I know… I know,' she hissed. 'You want to fuck me, don't you, my darling…?'
'Oh Christ, yes… yes! I want to fuck and suck and lick you from head to toe!' he panted marveling at her use of the lewd words.
'Oh my God! Now, Lover, now… do it right now! Let's get our clothes off! Hurry!'
She pulled free of him, fumbling at her things as he tore at his own. He watched her because he couldn't take his eyes from her. There was an animal-like passion inside him for her, and only her, that nothing or no one else could ever satisfy. His brain wheeled like a carrousel. Laurie's face was a part of it and it kept pleading with him each time it passed. He shook his head, then saw his own Dianne naked, the splendor of her enticing body openly inviting him as she threw herself onto the bed, her sculptured, creamy white thighs spread wide to him, the tight pink slit of her feminine bewitchment clearly visible beneath the soft down of gold he had dreamed of a thousand times and more. He thought of nothing else as he threw himself onto her.
'Oh Lover, Lover, do you realize the marvelous, most wonderful things ahead for us?' Dianne whispered, running her hands over his lean, hard flesh possessively.
'I don't want to think of anything only this minute,' Phillip hissed, traversing his hands down the smooth, silken flesh of her enrapturing body. He lay, partially atop of her and beside her, his thigh pressed between her spread legs, gently massaging the swollen mound of her sparse, silken hair-covered cunt while she lifted her loins in rhythm against it. Her hand dropped between them to seek out his now throbbing, steel-hard prick, clutching it greedily and instantly beginning to massage and stroke its thick foreskin in an irresistible milking motion.
'My God, Lover, I've never known the full delight of your lovemaking,' she whispered. 'Can you imagine… as long as we've known each other… I've never kissed and sucked your beautiful cock?'
'Christ!' Phillip blurted.
'I want to! I want to right now!' she said, squirming from beneath him, rolling him onto his back and moving down between his spread legs to remain on all fours and lower her face toward his rigid, palpitating prick.
Phillip watched entranced. He'd wake up in a moment; it was one of the wilder dreams that had ensorced his sleep over the last year. It couldn't be true! Not his own beautiful Dianne who had slipped away and married another… not his own true love bent over him, her face just a fraction of an inch above the blood-inflated head, of his pulsating cock… her parted, soft wet lips ready to encircle and suck it into her mouth…! Could it be? Was he dreaming?
My God! He gaped in sheer disbelief. He saw her, her mouth open wide, the tip of her pink little tongue dart out to lick at the very tip of his shaft where the thick, whitish semen had seeped forth uncontrollably, lick and go back into her mouth to carry its tangish quarry, then return to lick again. He watched her small hand at the base of his prick extract the skin from the satiny head and her tiny tongue flick out to lick around it, its tip playing at the sensitive underside, then dropping to where her fingers held it at the base to lick upward slavishly, and finally, the smile of love she looked up and gave him before slipping her warm, glistening lips over the complete head of his prick, clasping tightly just beyond the coronal rim, her cheeks hollowing in a sucking motion as her tongue taunted and her other hand moved down to cradle his bloated balls within it.
He saw it but he couldn't believe it. He witnessed the erotic sight of her spread on all fours between his legs, her tits dancing as she begun to move up and down with her lovely mouth sucking at his prick, but he couldn't
