Shades of Shame (Semper Fi)

by Cooper, Laura

  Shades of Shame

  By

  Laura B. Cooper

  Christopher Cooper

  AMAZON EDITION

  Published by: Sea Island Press

  Shades of Shame

  Copyright © 2013 by Laura B. Cooper

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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  Table of Contents

  Introduction

  The New Intern

  Grab a Cab

  Dinner at the McNarry’s

  The Company You Keep

  Monthly Meeting

  You’re Never Alone

  Coffee? Really?

  District 2

  Finding Your Shade

  Walk of Shame

  The Golden Goddess

  White House Bound

  Head Over Heels

  Logan’s Shade

  Leila’s Shade

  Here for You

  Patricia’s Shade

  Admission of Shame

  David’s Shade

  Elise’s Travels

  Semper Fi

  Shameless

  About the Authors

  Other Books

  Introduction

  David marveled at all she had gotten done in just two short weeks. He realized now she had been much busier than he had originally thought, and her efforts were magnificent. Soft country music filled the salon, and when he opened the door he allowed the setting sun to pour in. He squinted slightly, absorbing the unusual amber glow that cast down upon the aft deck. There she was, leaning against the stern railing staring off into the sunset. The sunlight shone through her light blue sundress, revealing the most incredible body he had ever laid eyes on. Her silken blond hair blew strongly in the breeze, and her perfume now complimented the incredible gourmet smells from the perfectly set teak table. This was one of those picture moments; something that ought to be captured forever.

  Elise turned only slightly, as if she already knew he was there. The large black sunglasses shielded her eyes, but that smile was unmistakable. Fortunately she didn’t move from that spot, instead opting to turn her attention back towards the water. This gave him an opportunity to open the bottle of wine and pour two glasses. Slipping behind her, he wrapped his right arm around her shoulder. Dangling the glass of wine in front of her chest, he pressed his body against her softly, just enough to let her know he was there and extremely interested. She leaned her head back into David’s shoulder, allowing him to steal his first kiss of the evening. And he took full advantage of it; gently kissing the side of her neck, trailing his tongue and lips up just behind her ear. He whispered “I love you,” before gently taking her tiny ear lobe between his lips, sucking it slowly and deliberately.

  She pushed back against the railing, her free hand now reaching back to touch her husband’s thigh. It was that same thigh that had introduced them so many years ago. Had he not been injured, had she not accepted the nursing internship at the Veteran’s Hospital, they wouldn’t even be there that evening. David smiled at the memory as she touched the scar on his thigh. A warm approving moan was confirmation that she was still the love of his life.

  “I’ve missed you so much these last two weeks,” David said. “Not sure if I’ll make it through dinner.” The fact of the matter was that he did indeed miss her. Everything about her turned him on: the smell of her soap, her bathrobe, her makeup, and all the little things that make women so damn wonderful. And the last two weeks had been miserable for him to stay away from her. Still, travel was one of the drawbacks of being a United States Senator. Elise had used the past two weeks to refit the boat he’d bought her. Above diamonds, houses and expensive clothes, Elise McNarry loved her boats. In fact, sometimes David wondered if she didn’t love them more than she loved him.

  “I’ve missed you too,” she said as she took the glass of wine he held for her. “And I think you will find that it was worth your while.”

  As much as he hated to, he backed away and pulled her chair out. She took her seat on cue, and made herself comfortable at the table. David surveyed the dinner table as he took his seat just opposite of her. The stainless steel plate covers keeping their dinner warm were like everything else, brand new. He could see she spared no expense, and he fought the urge to ask the cost of such accoutrements. Before he could speak she raised her glass, “I’m so glad you’re finally home, David. I’ve missed you.”

  Dinner was quiet and beautiful; they barely noticed the sun had passed completely over the horizon. The harbor lights danced across the waves as the gentle lapping sound of the sea mixed with the salt air, producing nearly the perfect aphrodisiac. Elise was so excited about everything: the boat, the harbor, the music, and the smells. It was all perfect. And if all that wasn’t enough, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen was enjoying it all with him. At that precise moment, he felt like he had conquered the world.

  After dinner he helped her up, pulling her body next to his for their first real kiss of the evening. Her glasses fell from the top of her head as he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue traced the outline of her lips. She leaned her head back as he kissed his way down her neck to the inviting cleavage that had tempted him all through dinner. At first she fell limp in his arms, but when he reached the tops of her breasts she pushed him back. “Not out here, David!”

  He ignored her plea as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into her bosom. Her plea became much more insistent, “Stop, David. Not yet. I still have so much more to show you.”

  He reluctantly stopped. His body, feeling complete betrayal, was now definitely angry with the decision, and his excitement clearly visible. “Elise…” he began.

  “No, David. Trust me. Just help me clear the table.”

  He followed her every movement as if he were in a trance. He couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms, to feel her body next to his. It was all he could think about. Nevertheless, he quickly gathered the dishes and took them to the galley. There she stood in the door way to the wheel house, her hands on her hips, her face beaming with anticipation like a child on Christmas morning. “Come with me,” she said as she held her hand out. “I have to show you our new stateroom!”

  He grabbed her hand as she literally drug him down the ladderwell. She had every light on, showing off every new piece of furniture and accessory she had purchased. They padded down the hall into the master stateroom and there it was: a four poster Charleston Rice Bed. David had no idea how anyone could even get a bed like that o
nto a boat, much less down below. But there it was, all of it, its massive cherry posts that ran from floor to ceiling, ornately carved with pineapples and roses.

  He grabbed her hips, and once again she complained, “C’mon, David. Let me show you!” She opened the closet, the drawers, and even the hatch to the head. She was so proud of all her work, and it showed. It looked fabulous. “Now,” she said turning to him, “you take a shower and I’ll lay out something for you to wear.” She could see his disappointment, but pushed his chest away insistently. “C’mon, it’ll be worth your while. After you’re done, meet me on the flybridge.”

  He took his shower, quickly. All he could think about was her beautiful body, and the thoughts of taking her right on that bed nearly overcame him. His need to be inside her was more than apparent, and while he soaped himself, he found it hard not to just finish it off right there. But he wanted her to have her special evening. She certainly had put a lot of thought into it.

  He stepped out of the shower, toweled off, and entered their stateroom only to find a new silk bathrobe. David smiled at the silliness of such delicate apparel. But he complied, slipping it over his shoulders and heading out the door and up to the flybridge.

  As he climbed up the wooden ladderwell he once again heard the sound of soft music, and the heavy smoke of a fine cigar. Elise was sitting on the back bench, sipping a brandy and slowly smoking a cigar. She was in her own little world as she sat casually across the bench, making it very hard to notice the newly reupholstered seating. Her legs crossed, her bare feet dangled off the end of the bench, her robe opened slightly to show most of her wonderful breasts. She had her eyes closed, and she was humming to herself along with the music.

  “May I?” David asked, tapping her shoulder and bringing her back to reality.

  She repositioned herself, sliding her feet onto the ottoman in front of the bench. “Of course!” she said as she tapped the cushion next to her, indicating exactly where she wanted him. She already had his cigar and drink laid out on the courtesy table. “I thought you might want a little night cap,” she said.

  He pulled her to her feet, forcing her body against his. With David’s left hand behind her neck and his right hand on her hip, he pulled her even tighter against himself. He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her face back gently as he kissed her wonderful neck. She tried to push him away, but not this time. David McNarry would not be denied. He laid her down on the ottoman and climbed beside her, his mouth quickly seized the skin above her breasts as he pulled her robe completely open. She moaned slightly as he continued his assault, slowly kissing and sucking her wonderful flesh, tasting her skin and reveling in the smell of her perfume. Her breasts were now fully exposed to the moonlight as he traced his fingertips around her nipples. With one fail swoop he grabbed her breast and brought it to his mouth. His tongue reached out as far as possible and finally made contact with her hard, firm nipple. She responded with confirmation as her they hardened even further. She ran her fingers through the back of his graying hair. He trailed his fingertips down, snaking his way across her stomach, coming to rest between her legs. His spread her wide, his middle finger firmly planted between her thighs. He squeezed the thick flesh there between his index and middle finger, and pressed the heel of his palm into her mound. The pad of his middle finger felt the front of her opening, dipping ever so slightly in and out. At the same time, he forced his face fully into the meaty flesh of her breast, pushing his five o’clock shadow into her until he felt the heat from the friction on his cheek.

  David had her exactly where he wanted her now. Her legs instinctively spread even further open, and he felt the familiar puddle of her excitement dripping down. He slipped his middle finger in a little deeper as she lifted her left breast to his face, almost smothering him in the process. He didn’t care. He couldn’t get enough of her. He could feel her need harden under his palm as he slid his middle finger deep inside and across her special spot. The spongy spot inside her hardened, and he gently applied more pressure as he continued to slide his thick finger in and out.

  His ring finger now pressed against the opening to her ass as her hips rolled up and down. He slid his face over to her other breast, repeating the process of gently sucking and pressing his face into her. David knew she was biting her lip and clenching her teeth as she released the familiar moan of ecstasy. “Yessss,” she said slowly. “Yes!”

  David picked up the pace to match her moans. He increased the pressure of his palm as his fingers sank deeper inside, and she made every attempt to match his enthusiasm as her hips reached out to meet his fingers with every stroke. Her orgasm was building stronger and stronger as he released her nipple and pulled back his face, relishing in her beauty as the moonlight highlighted her fantastic body. Her head was now firmly planted in the cushion of the ottoman as her orgasm took over.

  David moved in for the kill, placing his mouth directly above hers. Their lips met; tongues intertwined as her orgasm rocked her back and forth against his touch. Her thighs slammed shut, her moans only muffled by his mouth as she screamed her orgasm into the moonlit night.

  Feeling her orgasm shake through her entire body did more than just swell David’s infatuation for his wife. He tried to take his usual position, but as he maneuvered around she said, “Wait. Please.” She scrambled to her feet, closing her robe tightly around her waist. She tried desperately to sound serious as she stood next to the captain’s chair. “I have another surprise for you, Captain. Take the helm,” she said with a slight giggle, “and I’ll be right back.

  Elise was so happy; she seemed to almost glide across the flybridge, she was finally in her element. She opened the bar and fixed him a brandy, then pulled out a small box that had been meticulously gift wrapped. He took the brandy and sipped as she untied the simple gold ribbon from around the black box. He opened it and found a silver cigar case, loaded with his favorite cigars. He knew he must have done something right. Either that or the boat refit had cost a great deal, he thought with a smirk.

  Elise carefully placed a pillow on the deck and dropped to her knees in front of him. Her beautiful form wrapped in fine silk opened slightly as she maneuvered between his thighs. She pulled at the silk tie wrapped around David’s waist, opening his robe to admire her handy work. She had spent the last two weeks creating an incredible environment for them, and now she was ready to complete her dream evening.

  Her tiny little hands were cold at first as she lifted him with both hands. She grabbed his manhood firmly, just below the head, holding it straight up as she nuzzled her nose into his crotch. Her warm breath washed over him as she slowly kissed the underside of the shaft, working slowly but deliberately towards the head. With her other hand she gently cupped his balls, squeezing them just tight enough to feel a reaction. She teased him to the point she thought he would burst. Each kiss left just enough saliva to cause him a momentary chill before her next hot breath resumed; David was in ecstasy.

  His erection was taking a life of its own as it began to pulsate almost in unison with her kisses and licks. Once she had covered every inch of exposed flesh, she turned her attention to his balls, bathing them with her tongue; slowly sucking each one into her incredible mouth tenderly. The moonlight cast a shadow across her face while the ever increasing chatty seagulls seem to drown out his moans of pleasure. He tried to be quiet, but the entire scenario playing out before him made it impossible. It was almost an all out assault on his senses, and the combination of sounds, sights, and her steady loving touch pushed him over the edge. His moans of pleasure were guttural and animalistic against the gentle loll of the tides.

  Finally released, he drew in a gasp of air, “Oh Elise! You have so many talents, my dear!”

  The New Intern

  Leila settled into her new desk just opposite a dark haired girl who did not look happy to share the office air with her. Sharing it with the other eight interns was an added insult it seemed. The fuel to the girl’s current fire was
that Leila was ‘special.’ Everyone knew her mother was Patricia Johnson, Chief of Staff for the Senator. Still, the dark haired girl gritted her teeth and issued the obligatory smile of acknowledgement that would meet the bare minimum of office manners. Nevertheless, it was effective. Leila got the message she was trying to send. If they were felines it would have come out as a warning hiss, although it meant little to Leila. From the moment she decided to take this internship she began to plot and plan her advancement. And Leila Johnson left no stone unturned, and nothing to chance… ever. She smiled back at Lindsay almost pitifully; the poor girl had no idea that she was already as good as road kill.

  Leila pulled a small, leather bound book from her bag. The well worn exterior always felt so sensual beneath her fingers. And between its well worn pages were plenty of sensual secrets. So far, the details written in perfect penmanship could only take down a few stuffy prep school professors, a college dean and… oddly… her own mother. Yes, this was Leila’s book of secrets, and she was excited to add fresh, more earth shattering chapters. She took careful note of the time, the key personnel in the office, and even took meticulous notes about what seemed like normal events such as who filled the water cooler, who delivered the mail to the office, what intern was most often sent on coffee runs. This information, however mundane and incomprehensible now, might prove to be useful later on.

  In fact, she’d already made three entries that morning after arriving an hour early for her first day. Normal business hours were eight to five, but she noted that Wilma Thurbow, Patricia Johnson’s personal secretary, arrived at ten minutes to eight. Wilma prepared the first pot of coffee of the day and put away her files prior to anyone even showing up for work.

  The next person in the office was James Simmons, a young web developer who said he graduated from Georgetown a couple of years ago. Leila’s first impression was that he was too informally dressed; wearing jeans and a golf shirt. Not exactly the attire appropriate for a U.S. Senate office. Additionally, his conversational speech didn’t seem like someone who took his political career seriously. And finally, his boasting about his laundry list of responsibilities made him seem more like a man stuck at his position, just not aware of it. His repeated resume regurgitation made her think he was on a job interview with her. Even that transgression, duly noted in her notebook, would not be taken lightly because Leila Johnson was certainly not going to underestimate anyone. Those kind of common mistakes would be left to those she would leave in her wake. Still, she took her time and rounded the room, introducing herself to each person.