Our town had a woman mayor. She was the only female at the city council meetings, but she handled herself well. Mayor McNicol lost a reelection bid, but last year she ran again to retake the office.
Over the years, Mayor McNicol has had diverse support from the community, but this last election looked like a dead heat with her opponent.
Mayor McNicol is the wife of a local attorney who commutes to his job in a major city about an hour drive from our town. She has always been a local activist and supporter of charities and many good causes. She is well liked, but folks here don't especially like her moneybags husband.
One of the mayor's distinguishing characteristics is her huge set of tits. Mayor McBoob is her nickname among the guys. She is about forty years old, average height, quite slim for her age, with the usual brown hair cut in an attractive short style. With such a rack of boobies, she is known to dress conservatively up top and to keep things covered. Hardly ever do you see any cleavage because of the way she dresses.
However, she does compensate by wearing short skirts to show off her legs, which are a sight to behold. Her calves are shapely to match her breasts, and every man stops to stare at her when she passes by. She's not a great beauty, but neither is she unattractive.
A local men's service club invited her to speak during last year's campaign. She showed up at our weekly lunch meeting, dressed as usual in a sharp looking short skirt but with a blouse that buttoned up under her chin. She took off her business jacket as she sat at the head of the table.
I should mention that this club is comprised of cantankerous geezers. We self select our members, and most are businessmen and some are retired. We're known to be tough on guest speakers and to make fun at their expense. But that goes with the territory for political office seekers.
After the dishes were cleared, Mayor McNicol was introduced by Jack who is sometimes a bit absentminded. Jack mentioned the mayor's previous term of office and said she was in a tough fight this time to get back in office, but when he turned the microphone over to her he said, "And with no further ado, here is Mayor McBoob."
She turned ten shades of red but Jack didn't even realize what he'd said. The room was dead silent. She graciously arose and pretended like nothing had happened, although her complexion was still rosy and she seemed a bit tongue tied for a few seconds.
"Gentlemen," she began, "our town needs the best leadership we can give it." She seemed to catch her breath and move on. But that's when the devil got into me.
"We're on the verge of great opportunities here in the village, and it's time for responsible leadership," she tried to keep going. However, the room was full of whispers and little laughs about Jack's mistake. Only he sat there not knowing what he had done.
So I decided something should be said. I stood and held up my hand and said, "Pardon me, Ms. Mayor, but I think we all need to apologize for your introduction."
"What the hell you talkin' about?" Jack piped up.
"Ah, sit down Jack. Let me finish," I replied.
"Mayor, Jack made a slip up and mentioned your nickname. Or at least it's a nickname we've used in private company. We're sorry about that, and we hope you'll understand."
Her redness returned, "Uh, OK, I guess," and she looked nervously down at her big rack of tits.
She was on the ropes, and I could feel it. "Mayor, when you were called 'Mayor McBoob' it was meant as a compliment from all us guys." I paused a moment to let her try to say something, but she was like a deer in the headlights now.
"Mayor, I think I speak for all of us here in this room when I say that we have long admired your breasts, hidden as they are." She was getting a little shaky now.
"And I'm sure that we agree with you about the things you were going to tell us about civic progress. We'd like to see you back in office to accomplish those things."
The rest of the men were staring at me then glancing at the mayor, or I should say at the mayor's big tits. She held on to the table top lectern like she was cemented to the spot. I wonder if she thought about bolting for the door.
So I went on, "Since the election is so close and you'll need every vote, there is one way you can guarantee support from the voters in this room."
She reached for a glass of water and took a gulp.
"A lot of us have dreamed about those magnificent titties covered up by your wardrobe. Today is your chance to show us how much you care about getting elected."
"Mayor, we've heard your opponent give us a speech, and frankly we're bored with politics. But you could really wake us up with a peek at your nipples."
With that I sat back down. The room was dead silent, but then a ripple of applause grew louder and louder as Mayor McBoob looked horrified.
Billy jumped up and locked the door to the dining room so no one would come in. The other men chimed in with their approval of my suggestion. A little chant started, "McBoob, McBoob, McBoob!"
The mayor was not stupid. She knew she could act offended and leave the room and end the event. She also knew I was right about the election. This office was one way she could compete with her husband for stature, and she treasured the thought of being mayor.
