The saying goes, “Politics makes strange bedfellows.” I don’t know about “strange,” but in this case certainly interesting. In my state, the political process begins in election years with local precinct caucuses in the spring. Delegates are elected at these to the district conventions, where delegates are elected to the state convention. Delegates there are elected to the national conventions.
About thirty years ago, I still believed that everyone could affect the outcome of elections. I attended my local precinct caucus that spring feeling like a good citizen. It was there that I met Marilyn who looked to be in her mid thirties, as was I. It turns out we had similar views and were both pretty vocal about them. To make a long story short, we were both elected delegates to the district convention. After the meeting, we chatted about families. We were both married with children. Marilyn was a pleasant person and a good-looking lady. She was dressed conservatively, but obviously had a body to die for, even after three kids. I suggested we drive together to the district convention. She agreed and we exchanged phone numbers and addresses.
A few weeks later, I picked Marilyn up in the morning. She was waiting on the front porch, dressed more for a date than a serious meeting. She wore a dress that fit snugly around her breasts and hips, accentuating both. The neckline was scooped and showed a hint of cleavage. She hopped in the car next to me and bounced over to my side. (No bucket seats back then.) As she bounced, so did her gorgeous breasts. My prick began to grow in response as I backed out of her drive.
It was only an hour drive to the convention, but with Marilyn’s hip against mine, it didn’t seem long enough. I couldn’t place the perfume, but it was very sexy. I parked a few blocks from the meeting and came around the car to help Marilyn out. She slid over, opening her legs enough to show me stocking tops and a quick view of panties. I offered her a hand that she took. Once out of the car, she didn’t drop my hand. We continued to hold hands like a couple of teenagers as we walked to the meeting site. At the door, we agreed to meet there after the convention. She squeezed my hand and we went our separate ways.
I won’t bore you with the politics. I was thinking more about Marilyn than politics anyway. She clearly seemed ready for a more physical relationship. I was hot for her too, but I had never been unfaithful either. My conscience and my cock battled all day. By the end of the day, my cock had won. In the course of things, however, I did get elected a delegate to the state convention.
I waited for Marilyn in front of the convention center for only a few minutes. She bounced out and up to me with the same energy as in the morning. This time she threw her arms around me in a big hug. Her breasts pushed hard into me proving they were all her. She also pushed her hips forward where she must have felt my hardening cock. She was one excited lady in more ways than one. She had also been elected a delegate to state. When she heard I had been also, I got another hard hug. She asked if we could go together, and I said I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter Two
When we got back to the car, Marilyn told me she wasn’t ready to go home yet. I suggested we go for dinner and she agreed. As I drove, Marilyn’s hand was on my leg. I pulled into the parking lot of a local Italian restaurant and parked in the back. I had barely turned off the ignition when Marilyn was in my arms. She gazed into my eyes with a hungry look and we kissed. As we worked on each other’s tonsils, she took my hand and pressed it to her breast. Her other hand went from my leg to my crotch.
I moved my hand on her breast to the scoop of her dress and inside. Her nipple was hard a rock and I squeezed hard making her moan. While she was rubbing my cock, I moved my other hand under her skirt. She opened her legs and gave me access to her panties. As we rubbed, we were both getting close to orgasm. I didn’t want to shoot in my pants, so I pulled down the zipper and let my prick out. Marilyn dove on it like she was starving. I slid my finger inside her panties and with a thumb on her clit and a finger in her cunt we worked furiously to climax.
