I felt a little better, but then the face of the man with the scar came back to me, along with his disturbing scent, and I felt the fear creeping back into my stomach.
Mario must have noticed, because he asked, “Are you worried about something?”
“Not for me.”
He thought for a moment, then said, “Is something going on I should be aware of?”
“Nothing I can talk about.”
He was quiet for another moment, and then said, “Well, like I said, Camp David is the place to be if you want to be safe.”
Daylight was fading as we pulled up to the entrance gate. Two guards with rifles stood on either side of the car as Mario gave his ID to a third. I had to hand over my White House badge also, and the guard disappeared into a small hut for a few minutes as his companions stared at us grimly.
Finally, the guard returned to hand our IDs back to us, and waved to some unseen watcher to open the gate. It slid open, and Mario drove us inside.
Fifteen minutes later I was inside Aspen Lodge, a cozy tan structure that from the outside looked like it was built in the 1950s, but was furnished modernly inside. I was taken there by a female Navy officer named Nadia who Mario had handed me off to. She showed me around the place, and told me to pick up the phone and dial zero if I needed anything.
I considered taking a walk, but I was tired from the drive, and decided to wait until morning to begin exploring. The refrigerator was stocked with food, so I made myself a small snack and headed for the master bedroom, where I changed into my pajamas.
A large flatscreen television dominated the wall opposite the foot of the bed, and I wondered if President Remington had put it there, or was it left over from his predecessor. I turned on the news to see if they were still talking about April, and except for a few generic stories about interns that mentioned April’s name, it looked like it was becoming a non-story.
I was just about to turn off the light and go to sleep, when the phone rang. I thought it might be Nadia checking on me, so I picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Sarah.”
“Max! It’s so good to hear your voice.”
“Are you settled in?”
“Yes. I didn’t get a chance to look around yet though.”
“I wish I was there with you.”
“Where are you now?”
“Lying in my bed.”
“Mmm, sounds sexy. I wish I was there with you.”
“What would you do if you were with me?”
“Well, first I would lie close and smell you.”
“Smell me?”
“Yes, I love the way you smell. It makes me feel safe when I’m with you.”
“Then what?”
“Then I would kiss you. Very sweet at first, and then maybe a little tongue action.”
He chuckled. “That sounds nice.”
“And then, I would lean over you so that my nipple grazed over your lips. I would tease you with it until you took it into your mouth and sucked it.”
“Mmm, I like that.”
“Next, I would straddle your face, bending my knees and lowering my pussy to your mouth. My smoothly shaven pussy.”
“Nice. Is it still smooth?”
“Yes. I shaved it again today. It’s very smooth. Max?”
“Yes, Sarah?”
“Can I touch myself while we talk?”
“Yes, you may.”
I slid my hand down into my pajama pants, and then under the elastic edge of my panties. I felt the smooth skin of my mound, and cupped my pussy. The line of my lips felt very soft as my finger slid along it. When I pressed inside, my slick honey coated me.
“Ooooh,” I moaned.
“I would use my tongue to tease your clit while you sat on me.”
“Yessss. Can you taste me?”
“You are very sweet.”
My finger found my clit and rolled over it in a small circle.
“I can feel your facial stubble tickling my soft pussy.”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes. It feels so good. But I wish it was your tongue instead of my finger.”
“What would you do next?”
“I would move off of you, and kiss you again, so that I could taste myself on your lips.”
“That is so sexy.”
“Next, I would take you into my mouth. Not for very long, because I can tell you’re close and I want your cum in my pussy.”
My finger sped up, rubbing my engorged clit.
“I’m getting close, baby,” I whispered.
“It would be time for me to take control,” he said. “I would turn us over and move between your legs.”
“I would spread them wide for you, and then reach down and guide you into me.”
“I can almost feel your tightness surrounding me. It feels so good.”
My fingers pressed harder against my clit.
“Baby, I’m so close now. Keep talking. I want to hear your voice when I come.”
“I press deep into you, spreading you open.”
“Uhhhh.”
“I hold inside, feeling your inner muscles squeezing me.”
“Yesss.”
“And then I begin to move, sliding in and out of your tightness.
“Ohhhhh, I’m right there, baby. Right there.”
“I feel you begin to come around me, squeezing me rhythmically.”
I felt myself slip over the cliff, my orgasm pulsing hard through me.
“Uhhhhhhh!”
“Come for me, Sarah.”
“Yesssssss!”
I gasped and cried into the phone, letting my lover know the pleasure his voice was giving me.
“That’s it, imagine me holding you while you come.”
“Ohhh, Max.”
I rested back on the bed, breathing hard.
“You are so sexy.”
“Mmm.” I stretched. “I’m sleepy now.”
“Go to sleep, baby. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Good night, lover.”
“Good night.”
Chapter 47
Before I had moved to D.C., I would usually go out for a jog in the mornings. I decided that being here at Camp David was a good time to resume that habit. I got up and put on my running clothes, and headed out.
The place reminded me of summer camp growing up, with cabins sprinkled throughout the wooded area. They were all named after trees, like Maple, Dogwood, and Birch. Because of the surrounding woods, the fence wasn’t visible, which provided a sense of normalcy.
I jogged across the putting green behind Aspen Lodge, and discovered a paved nature trail leading into the woods. Following that around, I came to Laurel Lodge, which had a few Navy vehicles parked around it.
There, the trail ended and I moved onto the road, past a large barracks building and small set of shops for the Navy people stationed at the camp. There were people going from here to there, most walking but some driving golf carts. They were all dressed in military uniforms.
Next came the tennis courts, and I turned left and headed towards the center of Camp. Hickory Lodge sat in the middle, which held a small cafeteria and a bowling alley. The President had been right, the place was beautiful.
I made a few more laps around the Camp, before going back to Aspen Lodge for a shower and breakfast. I discovered a courier had delivered my letters while I was gone, and also my laptop computer from the office, so I settled in and got to work.
At five, I decided to give the pool a try, so I changed into my bikini and went out onto the terrace overlooking the pool. The lodge sat on a hill, and from this terrace I could see a long way down into the valley below. The pool was shaped like a figure-eight, and a hot tub sat beside it. It was in the back of the lodge, away from the road, so it was very private.
I went down the steps and dove in. Since the smaller end of the figure-eight was shallow, almost like a kiddie pool, I swam laps around the larger end, and the wat
er felt great.
I was in the water about forty-five minutes when I heard a helicopter fly overhead. They were fairly frequent all day, since this was a military base, but I looked up at each one, hoping it was the President arriving.
I smiled. This helicopter had the familiar shape of Marine One, and as it passed overhead, I saw the presidential seal on the side. Finally.
I considered getting out of the pool and dressing, but I thought he might want to join me after a long day in the Oval Office. So I did a few more laps, and ten minutes later I heard the sound of car doors closing on the other side of the lodge.
“Sarah?” I heard the President call from inside.
“Out here,” I called, and moments later I saw him appear at the edge of the terrace. I waved.
Jack McGraw appeared at his side, and they both started down the steps. I was a little disappointed. After last night’s phone call, I was in the mood for the real thing.
I swam to the edge and rested my elbows on it. “Hi.”
“Looks like you’re settling in,” the President said.
“This is nice.”
“Told you.”
“Lots of room in here.”
The President turned to McGraw. “What do you say, Jack? Want to cool off?”
“Sure, I have a few extra minutes.”
“I’ll be right back,” the President said, heading up the stairs to the lodge. McGraw went into the stone cabana.
McGraw came out first, wearing black trunks. He was much more impressive in his business suit. His body was lean, bordering on thin, and it didn’t look like he had an ounce of fat on him. His chest was flat, and his arms and legs had no muscle tone. He dove in and surfaced next to me.
“You enjoying your stay?” he asked.
“Yes. It’s great here. Better than home in San Jose.” I gave him a slight smile.
“Sarah, you know it’s nothing personal.”
“I know. But I want you to keep in mind that you’re not the only one who wants what’s best for him.”
He thought for a moment. “You have a point. I’ve noticed a change in him these past few weeks. He hasn’t been like this since Megan was alive.”
“Thank you. That means a lot to me. What was she like?”
“He hasn’t talked about her?”
“Not a single word.”
“She was independent, but she also leaned on him for support. They really loved each other. You could see it when they were together, away from the spotlight. You remind me of her in that way.”
“Why didn’t they ever have children?”
“They wanted to. And they tried for years. Finally, they went to a specialist, and it was determined she couldn’t conceive. It broke their hearts. They were in the early stages of looking into adoption when the accident happened.”
“That must have been terrible.”
“It was. He was the worst I had ever seen him.” He glanced up at the terrace, and then lowered his voice. “You can’t tell him I told you this.”
“Okay.”
“One night, about a month after Megan’s death, I was at home with Jenny when I had a feeling something was wrong. I’m not sure why, but I knew I had to drive to the Governor’s Mansion. When I walked into Max’s office, my heart almost stopped. He was sitting at his desk, as drunk as a stump, and staring at a bottle of whiskey and a pistol that were sitting on his desk.”
I gasped.
“I tried to talk to him, but he was angry, and told me to leave. I asked him to come and stay at my house for the night, but he refused, telling me to fuck off and leave him alone. Said something about wanting to see Megan again.”
“Oh my god.”
“I knew he wasn’t going to budge, but I had to do something. So I stepped up to his desk, grabbed the whiskey bottle, and held it up, telling him, ‘This isn’t the answer.’ He reached for it, and I let him have it, but at the same time I grabbed the gun with my other hand and hid it behind my back. He didn’t notice, so I wished him goodnight, and went out into his outer office. After a few minutes, I peeked back in, and he was asleep on his desk. I still have that gun, and he’s never asked me about it.”
I smiled. “Thank you for being there for him. You’re a good friend.”
He nodded. “I am. And that’s why, as good as you are for him, I need to look out for his best interests. And if that means you having to go away, well, like I said, nothing personal.”
“If it’s in his best interest that I go away, then you won’t have to ask, I’ll do it on my own.”
He nodded again. “Good. I knew there was a reason I liked you.”
The President came down the steps in his bathing suit and a towel on his shoulder. “Sorry, I had a phone call.”
I checked out his display of skin as he strode towards the poll. Now that was a man’s body. A small shiver of excitement went through me as he dove into the water. He surfaced on the other side of me.
“Jack isn’t telling you all my secrets, is he?”
I laughed. “No, just the good ones.”
“That’s why I keep Jack as my friend. If he was my enemy, I couldn’t get elected to street sweeper. He knows where all the bodies are buried.”
Jack laughed. “He’s exaggerating. But there’re a few stunts we pulled in college that wouldn’t go over well with the League of Christian Voters.”
“Oh, really?” I said. “And when do I get to hear about these tales of debauchery?”
The President shook his head. “I’m sorry, my memory’s a bit too foggy. I’m afraid they’re lost in antiquity.”
“Right. I probably don’t want to know anyway.”
“Probably not,” Jack said, and grinned as he turned and swam off.
I turned to the President. “I enjoyed our phone call last night.”
He smiled. “I could tell.”
I giggled. “I was really looking forward to being with you tonight.”
“The day went slow for me too. Jack will be leaving soon.”
I reached out and laid my hand on the crotch of his bathing suit, feeling his slightly-stiff cock underneath. “I’m wet for you.”
He exhaled and smiled. “What have I created?”
I laughed again. “You’ve transformed me from virgin to sex maniac in less than two weeks.”
“Why do I get the impression the sex maniac was always under there, just waiting to be released?”
“That’s probably true. Although another man wouldn’t know how to release her.”
He moved closer and his eyes met mine. “You’re never going to be with another man. You’re mine.”
I moaned softly. “I love to hear you say that.”
“I’m moving to the hot tub,” Jack said, and climbed the ladder out of the pool.
“Sounds like fun,” the President said. “Let’s go.”
A minute later we were in the tub, with the water bubbling around us. The President and I were sitting on one side, with our elbows touching, and Jack sat on the other.
“What’s the schedule for next week?” I asked
“I’ll be flying back to the White House on Sunday night,” the President said, “and then I’ll be back on Wednesday morning.” He rested his hand on my thigh.
Jack took over. “The first foreign dignitaries will arrive on Tuesday, but most will be coming in a day later. There will be a dinner for all the guests on Wednesday night, and the ceremony and signing will be on Thursday. The time that will happen won’t be decided until Thursday morning, due to security concerns.”
The President’s hand slid up my thigh.
“When do I have to stay in the lodge?”
“Only while the press is here,” Jack said, “and they’ll be bussed in just before the ceremony. Until then, you’re free to go wherever you want.”
“What about Senator Quinn?”
The President’s fingers pressed against my bikini-covered mound, and I had to suppress a shudder.
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�She has a family matter she has to attend to, and won’t be able to make it.”
I smiled. “So I’ll be able to go to the dinner?”
“Of course.”
His fingers wormed under the edge of my bikini, sliding over my smooth skin.
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
The President chuckled. “It’s not formal. We’re out in the middle of the woods. We told everyone to bring jeans.” His fingers pressed into my slit, and I felt my lubrication mixing with the warm water. He turned to Jack. “Is Jenny coming?”
“Yes, she’ll be here for the dinner, and then head home the next morning.”
The fingers in my pussy discovered my clit, and I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning.
“Speaking of my wife,” Jack said, “I told her I’d give her a call when I got here. I better head to my cabin.” He stood and climbed out of the tub, and then went into the cabana.
I turned to the President, and we kissed. His fingers continued to roll over my clit, and I reached for his crotch, finding his cock fully erect and stuck at an angle in his trunks. I slid my fingers under the waistband and took it in my hand, pulling it up so that the top of it was sticking out of his trunks. His tongue explored my mouth as I slowly stroked him.
I moaned as he pressed his finger into me, feeling my tight walls grasping at his probing digit. His touch combined with the warm bubbles in the water to send my passion soaring.
We heard Jack coming out, so we pulled apart. Under the water, I kept my hand on his cock, and he kept his in my pussy.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” Jack said.
“Tell Jenny I said hello,” the President said.
“Goodnight, Jack,” I added.
Jack climbed the steps, and then disappeared over the terrace.
Immediately, I swung my leg over the President and turned my body, straddling his waist. Our lips found each other as I reached in the water and pushed down his trunks. At the same time, he pulled my bikini to the side. Holding his erection, I raised my hips and pressed against him, aligning my pussy with his cock head. When I felt him nudge into my entrance, I pressed down, groaning loudly as his cock spread me wide, burrowing deep in one long, tight stroke.
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