I'll Drop My Panties for You Ch. 01

"I'll drop my panties for you," a voice whispers to me as large breasts push into my back.

Without turning, I ask, "Do I know you?"

"No, but we can change that." She molds her body to my backside.

"Do you know who I am?" I ask remaining calm and finishing my glass of Dewar's.

"You're a tall, handsome man whose presence has stirred my juices all evening. Would you like to stir them horizontally?"

"I'm working right now."

"I think you need some R and R." She slides her breasts back and forth across my back. "Nice that makes my nipples hard."

Turning around slowly, I'm face to face with a thirtyish red head with green eyes. She's beautiful, half a foot shorter than me, and wearing a purple dress with a high collar that accents her physical assets.

"Are you actually wearing panties?"

"There are several ways you can find out?" She asks giggling.

"My room number is 1713. When I leave you're invited to join me, but I have several more contacts to make." I ogle her.

"You'll never leave my sight."

I watch her fiddle-back shape walk sensuously away.

* * *

I'm Tom McFerson, a field operator for the Democratic Party. It's my job to talk with contributors, but especially the wives of possible donors to the party's coffers. Cases; I'm also asking for support for Larson Parson's re-election campaign. Its nine o'clock and I've been charming a large number of little old ladies and a few younger ones. I'm in this position because I'm a life-long member of the party, and because women salivate at my good looks and open friendly personality.

I usually leave fundraisers tired, a little drunk, and wondering if I'm doing the party any good. It'll be days, weeks or even months before I find out if any of the husbands or the women themselves contributes to the party.

Tonight isn't the first time I've been propositioned by a possible donor or her daughter, but it's the only time I've been approached in such a bizarre way. I wonder if the gorgeous lady in the purple dress is related to a politician or a date, or a friend. It doesn't matter because I'm not going to turn down an offer from a female of her quality. Especially one with a great pick-up line.

Three more females are my prey this evening. The technique I use is to get their attention is by giving them a compliment. I ask about their families and make a connection between there's and mine. If they need a drink or an appetizer, I get it for them. As couples and individuals pass by, I make introductions. I do whatever is necessary to make them feel important to me and to the party. When the preliminaries are covered, I indirectly ask them to consider making a contribution to the party and, in this case, a candidate.

Mrs. Rico and Manse are obviously submissive to their husbands and have no influence with them. I spend as little time with them as possible because they won't add to the party's financial needs. Mrs. Cabot, on the other hand, is probably the most important non-official in the crowd, because she married to the wealthiest man in the room, Lance Cabot. She's about fifteen years younger than her husband at forty-five. She's had a bit too much to drink, and she clings to my arm and every word. I flatter her by complimenting her ensemble; I get her a double vodka martini and ask about her children.

Excitedly she tells me about her grandchildren and asks if I have children.

I tell her I'm the only single one of four siblings.

"Mr. McFerson, do you mind if I call you Tom. It's such a pleasure to speak to someone who is intelligent, and who's not either an old woman or man. What do you do in your free time?" She asks smiling at me with perfect teeth.

"Tom is fine Mrs. Cabot."

"Please call me Margaret."

"All right Margaret, I don't have much free time because it's late July, and all the candidates are gearing up for the election. That means I spend most of my time on the phone or at fundraisers such as this trying to raise money. A donation from your husband would make my job easier."

"Are you asking me to influence my husband's decision?" She asks with a brazen look.

I laugh. "That's a little blunt, but yes I would appreciate it if you would."

"How grateful would you be if I did so? If I did so-for you? Would it help advance your career?" She asks holding me tighter and rubbing her leg up and down mine.

I'm thunderstruck by her question and her leg on mine. I look deep into drunken blue eyes. Eyes filled with lust. "I would be incredibly thankful, and yes a large contribution would probably get me a promotion."

"Would it help if I made a personal donation?" Her leg slips between mine.

I stare at her and try to move away, but she holds me close. "It certainly would. Two contributions from the same family would make my superiors happy-very happy."

"Okay, I'll donate five hundred thousand dollars," she says as though it was a number a hundred times less than that."

I gulp, my heart races, and I perspire. "Thank you Mrs. Cab...er Margaret that's incredibly generous of you."

"You can show me your gratitude by calling the number on this card sometime next week." She hands me an engraved business card from her clutch purse with her name and phone number. "I only give these cards to special people. You will call me?" She asks in a commanding voice.

I look into her blue eyes again, "You're the first item on my agenda."

"I'll let you go because I noticed Mrs. Speakman talking to you earlier. I believe she's waiting for you," she said knowingly. "I'll await your call." She releases my arm after giving me air kisses on both cheeks.

I walk away trembling. A half a million dollars is a large contribution. I'll get credit for the money and a sexual proposition from a charming and beautiful MILF. How is it possible that lightning can strike twice in the same evening?

* * *

Mrs. Julia Speakman leaves Tom McFerson standing in the darkened corner of the conference room thinking about the breathtaking slightly younger man. I love my husband, but Tom is too gorgeous to pass up. Not only is he good looking, but he has the body of Atlas. I hope he doesn't spend too much more time with the other ladies because my panties are wet. I need a man who can satisfy the itch between my big toes.

Being a politician's wife has it benefits. I get to go to fancy parties like this one and to host a number of others. My name gets mentioned in the paper once in a while. At fundraisers like this, people young and old, come flocking to us and to me. It gives me a wonderful feeling.

The downside of being married to a politician and having three small children is that I don't get much quality time with him. It's either the kids or politics that keeps us apart and don't get the opportunity to speak with anyone who isn't either a child or an elderly person. Having time for me is a good thing, but it doesn't do anything for my sex life. Neal is either coming from or going to a meeting or a fund raiser, or he comes home tired and not interested in giving me what I want and need.

Looking around the room watching Tom entertain potential contributors with his presence makes me a little jealous. His looks and personality have captivated me, and seeing him with and speaking with other women disappoints me. I'd like to have him all to myself. I haven't cheated on my husband, but my hormones are screaming-fuck him!

I join a group of friends and engage in the chit-chat common to women tied to politicians. As we talk, I keep a close eye on Tom. Right now, he's being held in a vice grip by Margaret Cabot. Is she too soused to stand up by herself? They talk on and on, and I lose track of the conversation going on around me.

"Julia, Julia, this is earth calling?" Mary Condra asks.

I'm startled out of my reverie. "I was just thinking about how long these affairs dragon."

"You know you're going to be here at least another two or three hours like the rest of us. You might have another drink to help you through the waiting." Mary says.

"I think I'll do that." I walk slowly toward the bar just as Tom leaves Margaret's side and heads for the door. My instincts are to follow him immediately, but I get a glass of Moscoto, take a sip and walk toward the ladies' room. I down the wine quickly and step into a stall to remove my panties. I exit the restroom walking quickly to the elevators. Two or three hours are a long time. I could have his cock in me for most of that time. At least long enough to have several orgasms.

* * *

The tap on the door is faint. Pulling the door open I greet a smiling Julia holding a pair of purple panties in her hand. I laugh while grabbing the hand holding the cloth and drawing her into the room.

"I told you, I'd drop my panties for you." She falls into my arms allowing the garment to drop to the floor. She places her mouth over mine pushing her tongue into my mouth sparking my libido.

I have her purple dress and bra on the floor in seconds. My mouth ravages her breasts until she squirms from my sucking and flashing tongue. A finger penetrates her red pubic hair and deep into her tight oozing pussy. My finger, like a snake, searches for and finds her G-spot and applies pressure until she's hyperventilating. As I prod her sweet spot, my mouth devours her clit. She's moans and writhes as I continue my assault. She comes all over my hand. I spread her legs and ram my long hard cock into her flooded channel and thrust into her with a frenzy. She moans in bliss. I place her legs over my shoulders, and like a machine gun I rapid fire my cock into her. The moans become groans as the friction between our organs increases in intensity and she climaxes, "Oaugh. I continue to plunder her until I reach my peak of passion, and I fire round after round of jism into her waiting and willing pussy.

We lay panting, sweating, and enjoying out sexual release.

"That was wonderful. I haven't had a vaginal orgasm since I was first married. Thank you."

"I can tell by how you responded to me that your husband hasn't been giving you what you need. Is there a reason why he wouldn't have you in bed as often as he can?"

"We have three kids and I spend a lot of time with them, but I go out of my way to have quality time with Neal. Being a politician, he's always on the go. He's either not home or too tired to take the time I need to have an orgasm. That's the reason when I first saw you this evening, I couldn't help but step out of character and approach you the way I did."

I look at her beautiful face. "Your husband seems to be the only politician in the country who is having an affair, or is it possible he is?"

"I never thought about that. I don't think so. I don't have a reason to believe he is, but let's change the subject. I want to make love with you again."

I smile because I'm not one to turn down an offer like that. "Don't you think it would be better if we were in a bedroom?"

She giggled. "I'm so pleased I forgot we were on the floor." She picked up her clothes and led me to a bedroom. "This is a spare room, I don't want to leave any evidence for my husband to find."

I finish undressing.

We fall into bed kissing and holding each other close.

"I like the way you kiss." She takes my shaft in her hand, "And I like this cock of yours." She slowly strokes me erect.

Time passes slowly as we take turns touching and kissing each other's bodies.

She hums in pleasure from my kisses, but when I attach myself to her breasts she seems infatuated with the fact that I treat her tits with affection. "My husband makes comments about my breasts but he doesn't treat them as passionately as you do.

My mouth and tongue are never still as I adore her large boobs and nipples. I'm not rough, but my intent is to raise her level of desire.

Her response is to run her hands through my brown hair and to enable me to switch from teat to teat. She's surprised when I take her orbs into my hand and kiss my way south.

I kiss and lick my way to her belly button, to her pubic hair, and to her pussy. As I twiddle her nipples, my mouth encircles her outer lips until she's wiggling from pleasure. I lick up and down her slit and gradually slip inside exploring the mysteries of her depth.

She spreads her legs and pulls my head to her. Her fluids flow at a faster rate as she becomes more excited.

I push one finger into her snatch and run my tongue over her clitty.

Her response to my actions is to arch her back and hump her cunt into my finger and mouth. Her breathing becomes faster and louder, and when I softly bite her engorged clit she erupts in a major orgasm. She clamps her legs around my head and pushes my face harder into her twat.

I persist biting and licking her honey spot until she pulls my head from around her clit and groans, "Oooaugh!"

Without hesitation, I plunge deep into her.

Our kiss is long and tender.

"Umm, I wondered if you'd kiss as good as you look-you do."

Our second kiss is long and passionate with tongues locked in a mating ritual. Our talking stops.

We're in bed touching and kissing each other everywhere.

She's responsive and knows what she likes and wants.

I haven't been with a woman so hungry to be fucked in a long time. I'm a player, but most of my conquests are passive allowing me to use their bodies for my pleasure, and taking my cock so they can brag about having sex with me.

Julia, on the other hand, is active and demanding that I bring her to a climax. with my hand, mouth and cock.

We touch, smell, taste, hear, and see each other.

"What do you think of a thirty-year-old and a mother of three.

"I think you're fabulous. You are beautiful. You have a great voice. Your scent and taste are wonderful, and I can't believe you're a mother of three."

"Thank you, a woman married to a politician doesn't hear those kind of words often."

"Your husband is crazy. I wouldn't leave you out of my sight without a chastity belt."

She fondles my cock and balls.

"How much time do we have?" I bend and plant a kiss on each nipple.

"A couple of hours."

She trembles when I touch her pussy, and wiggles her hips under my hand while drawing my head to her breasts.

I kiss each nipple and switching from one to the other I lick her areolas and teats. "You feel and taste wonderful."

"Please, come on I can't wait."

After donning a condom, I crawl between her legs, nudge them further apart, and lay my cock on top of her slit.

"Not there, I want you in me."

I run the length of my staff up and down her slit, making contact with her clit as I move my cock in both directions.

"Hum, that's nice but I want more."

I pull back, she lifts her hips and my shaft slides deep into her tight wet pussy. She moans, 'That's what I want a big hard dick pressing into me."

I sigh looking down as her as I rest on my hands. She's beautiful; her hair fans out behind her, her chest and the upper part of her breasts are pink from arousal.

"Tom, fuck me."

I stroke her enjoying the pleasure of my flesh massaging hers.

"You've got a great dick," she whispers in my ear.

I increase my speed benefiting from the added friction between us. Julia's breathing rate suggests she's approaching an orgasm. Her body, her scent, her taste, and her response are more than I expect. I continue stroking as fast as possible.

Her body writhes under me. "Oh, yes, I'm coming." Her groan of pleasure is long and loud.

I stop thrusting, but my need remains. I look at her.

She's crying. Her eyes open. "That's the first vaginal orgasm I've had in a long time," she sobs.

I'm not done. I roll until she's on top of me.

"Why did you do that?"

"I haven't come yet, and I've neglected your breasts."

She laughs, "Are you kidding me?"

I clutch them in my hands moving them in circles in one direction and then the other. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Let me recover. My orgasm hasn't stopped yet."

I lay quietly gently fondling her tits. They sway from side to side, forward and back. They're as beautiful in motion as they are stationary. I pull her toward me and take a nipple into my mouth.

"Hum, that's nice," she sighs.

I hold her teat in my mouth enjoying her flesh, and I gently rub the other. I'm struck by the sensations of her taste, and the feel of her boobs increases my passion. I'm having difficulty controlling my ejaculation while holding and sucking on to her nipples. I stare into her green eyes and see satisfaction and wonder. I see in her what I feel in my depths.

"I'm ready." She smiles, places her hands on my chest and propels herself up and down my thumping pole.

I return her smile, put my hands under the back of my head and watch her beautiful face, her bounding knockers, and enjoy the thrills she's giving me. Damn, she's one hot mama who knows what she's doing and what she wants. I shove my hand between our bodies searching for and finding her honey button.

"Augh," she whimpers.

My hand follows her up and down. My finger caresses her clitty.

She gasps, "Fuck, I'm coming." Her body becomes stiff, she leans back on my legs, and she throws her head back, roiling it from side to side.

I lay with a big grin on my face loving the fact she's had two orgasms. Pulling her forward, I take the other nipple, and suck with my tongue blazing and my hand rubbing and lightly pinching her other teat. I don't want to stop. I take her by the hand and using my hand as a brace I push her up and pull her back. "Now you do it."

It takes her a moment to get into a rhythm, but soon she's plunging up and down and back and forth on my pogo stick. "I've never had sex this way. It's wonderful because it gives me control. I can go faster or slow down and enjoy your dick stimulating my pussy. Aren't you ever going to come?"

"Not in this position. I pull her to my chest and ram her up and in, up and in. Her breasts flattened against me are stirring, and my cock touching all her sensitive places is even more rousing.

She becomes stiff and goes ballistic moving in all directions at the same time. I lift my hips a little until she explodes in an ear shattering climax, "Yaugh, yes, I'm coming!"

As she quiets from her orgasm, I roll us over onto her back. I'm getting close. With my hands under her arms and my finger holding on to her shoulders, I plunder her. The stimulations of her climax and the results of my gouging cause me to lose control and I groan, "Damn you're a great fuck." I eject spurt after spurt of jism into her tube. I hold her tight for several minutes as my spasms continue. Finally, I fall to her side.

We lay together in the spoon position each of us enjoying the afterglow of sexual satisfaction.

"Tom that was wonderful. I've never had so many climaxes," she says thrusting her ass into my groin.

"Thanks for dropping your panties for me. Can we see each other again?"

"With three little kids it's hard for me to get away, but I'd like to see you too."

We agree to get together again before we shower.

We dress.

She, fixes her makeup and restyles her hair. She walks me to the door, and hands me her card with her phone number. She kisses me on both cheeks before I leave.

Returning to my car I'm still enjoying the afterglow of sexual release and wondering if we're ever going to have another encounter.

To be continued.