by Powerone
""Excuse me, Senator, this is Jessica. She has the seat next to the window.""
The Senator looked up, a big smile when he saw her. “"Hello, Jessica, and my friends call me Bill."” He stood up and moved out into the aisle. “"There you go, get comfortable, it''s going to be a long flight.""
Jessica flashed him her sexiest smile. “"Hello, Bill."” She was a little uncomfortable calling him by his first name, but tried to get into her world traveler character. She moved to her seat, scooting over to get to it. She smiled, imagining his eyes on her ass as she did. She had worn a pair of stockings with the seam up the back, almost a billboard advertising her sexy legs. She sat down into the seat with a whoosh, not expecting such comfort. Her skirt rode up rather high as she did, Bill not missing a minute of it, his eyes glued to her legs.
""Well this trip is certainly getting better by the moment. I didn''t realize I would have such an attractive traveling companion."” He looked down at her legs, the short skirt accentuating her thighs. He had noticed the seamed stockings. Damn, haven''t seen those in twenty years. Too bad, they are so sexy, garter belt and all.
They both settled in, not really talking yet while the plane got ready to depart. It was a short boarding and before they could say much the plane was airborne.
The flight attendant came into the cabin. “"Can I get you both a glass of champagne?"” She already had two glasses and a bottle on a tray, obviously assured of their answer.
""Yes, thank you."” Jessica did not really drink much, but this was the first day of her new adventure. It deserved a toast, champagne being very appropriate for such a momentous occasion.
Bill just nodded, taking Jessica''s glass and handing it to her. Jessica took the glass from Bill, noticing his eyes studying her body, his eyes staring at her breasts. She loved the attention. A powerful senator thinking that she was sexy. She could already feel her panties getting wet. “"Thank you, Bill.""
""What shall we toast to, Jessica?""
""My new job,"” she immediately responded.
""To your new job."” He tipped his glass up, taking a sip of the champagne.
""To my new job,"” Jessica replied, drinking half of the glass, the bubbles tickling her nose as it went down. It tasted good; she''d not had champagne before.
""Well since we have already toasted to it, tell me about your new job.""
""No, that''s all right, I don''t want to bore you.""
""Nonsense, I don''t think a man could ever be bored by you, Jessica. Tell me of your new job. Is it in Haiti?""
Jessica was happy to have someone to share her success with. On campus, her friends were limited to a few girls. Her parents had died and she had grown apart from her distant relatives. And Bill seemed genuinely interested in her. “"I have a job as an au pair for the summer for a very wealthy man. I''ve never been out of the country before, so this is going to be a big adventure for me.""
""Jessica, did you know that I can read your mind?""
Jessica looked puzzled. “"Read my mind?""
""Well, we have never met before have we?""
""No, but how are you going to read my mind?"” She smiled, thinking he was teasing.
""You don''t become a U.S. senator without reading people''s minds. Now I bet I can tell many things about you. Things that I shouldn''t know.""
Jessica took another sip of champagne, finishing the glass. She saw Bill look over and then hit the call button.
""The flight attendants won''t come in here unless we call for them. It is very private."” The attendant arrived promptly. “"Would you bring us a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice? And some strawberries. Anything else, Jessica?""
""Whipped cream."” She didn''t realize that the strawberries were for the champagne.
""And whipped cream,"” he said, laughing at Jessica''s naivety.
Bill waited until the attendant returned with all they had requested, including a huge bowl of whipped cream. He poured Jessica another glass of champagne. “"Now back to reading your mind."” He put his hands on his head, as in deep thought."” Your new boss is Michael Jergen,"” he began.
Jessica''s eyes opened wide in surprise. “"How did you know?""
""Oh, there is more that I know. The person that got you the job ... let''s see, is a professor. Yes, a professor. Now, what''s his name ... yes, yes, Professor Johnson. The person who got you the job is Professor Johnson.""
Jessica giggled, already a little tipsy from the champagne. “"How did you know that?""
""He is your professor. I can see you in your classroom ... “"He put his hand on his head again, faking deep concentration. “"You sit in the front row.""
""That''s right! Come on; please tell me, how do you know all that? Did someone tell you?"” Jessica was stunned. He was correct on everything. She took another sip of champagne. She noticed her skirt had ridden up higher. The hell with it. I have great legs, I''ll show them off.
Bill noticed the long expanse of leg that she was showing. God, to have those wrapped around you. “"It was very easy, Jessica. I know Haiti very well and there are only a small number of wealthy Americans; it''s not a place where most vacation. And knowing where you boarded, I suspected that your new boss lives in the same state. So therefore it had to be Michael Jergen. You see, Michael and I are very good friends; have been for a long number of years.""
Jessica was astonished that he could deduce all of that. “"You''re a very intelligent man. I don''t mean that as a bad thing. Of course you are, you''re a senator, an important senator. I just mean, to be able to deduce that from my one statement. But how about the professor? How did you figure that out?""
""Since I am such a good friend of Michael''s, I am, therefore, also a good friend of Professor Johnson. We all went to college together. I know that Professor Johnson does many things for Michael and it was easy to figure out that if he was looking for an intelligent woman to take care of his son, where else would he turn to but to Professor Johnson?""
He called me an intelligent woman, Jessica thought. And attractive. She took another sip of champagne. “"OK, but how did you know where I sat? Was that just a guess?""
""No,"” he chuckled. “"As I said, I have known Professor Johnson since our college days. Did you know he is divorced because his wife caught him in bed with one of his grad students? He loves his students, especially the female ones. Especially ones with legs as shapely as your own."” He saw her look down, blushing. “"He makes it a habit to take the girl with the best legs and put her in the front row so he has something to look at while he gives his boring lectures,"” he laughed as he said it. “"And if he is really lucky, to get her to spread her legs for him during class so he would not be bored.""
""You''re embarrassing me, Bill."” Her face, already flushed from the champagne, turned red with humiliation.
""See, I can still read your mind, Jessica. Would you like to know what else I know about you?""
She looked up. “"Yes, tell me.""
""You spread your legs for him in class and let him look up your skirt, didn''t you.""
""Bill, now you are really embarrassing me."” Her head hung down in shame as her secret was exposed.
He reached over, putting his hand under her chin, lifting up her face until she was looking directly at him. “"Come on, Jessica, we''re all adults. You can answer my questions. Don''t forget I can read your mind,"” he said, laughing at her humiliation.
She stared at him, their eyes meeting. “"Yes.""
""Yes what, Jessica?""
She saw it in his eyes; he wanted her to say it. She took another gulp of champagne, a big gulp this time. “"Yes, I spread my legs for him. So he could look up my skirt.""
""Did he make you take off your panties, Jessica?""
This was getting difficult, even with the champagne. She wasn''t even sure why she was answering his questions; they were getting very personal. It just seemed like she was obligated to do it.
""Yes, on
Fridays."” She blurted out, “"and on the last Friday, I hiked up my skirt so he could see everything. And smiled at him.""
Bill laughed out loud, “"I like you, Jessica; you''re a very smart woman.""
Jessica was relieved when the Senator began to talk about other things, Haiti especially. Bill had been there often on senate junkets. He told her how different it was compared to the United States. Jessica listened intently, enthralled by his knowledge.
""You have to be careful of the police. It''s not like in our country, where you have rights. You can be arrested and disappear in Haiti and no one will even look for you. Even our embassy cannot do much for an American who has been arrested.""
He talked about the Haitians believing in Voodoo and how their society was built on many of the beliefs from the religion. “"You especially don''t want to offend the voodoo priests, in particular, the one who runs Michael''s household. He is one of the most influential voodoo priests on the island. Do everything you can to get on his good side; it will make your job much easier.
""I will see you for Michael''s Carnival celebration, a special masquerade party Michael hosts each summer. Everyone''s face is cloaked; you will be surprised at what happens at a party when no one knows who you are. Inhibitions seem to vanish and it turns into one long debauchery. It''s simply incredible.""
Jessica continued to drink, not really hearing Bill but noticing that he barely touched his glass. She was feeling so good. Even the awkward moments when he talked about her spreading her legs for Professor Johnson did not bother her anymore. She still noticed him staring at her body, but far from making her uncomfortable, she felt special, that a powerful man thought she was intelligent and beautiful. She giggled again as they talked, the champagne really getting to her now.
Bill leaned over to her, noticing her giddiness, knowing it wouldn''t be much longer before the champagne would prevail. “"So you can tell me, Jessica. What else did you give Professor Johnson for the job? I know you didn''t get this job just for a couple of peeks up your skirts.""
She looked at him. What the hell? “"He made me strip naked for him. Then he masturbated me."” She could hardly believe she said that. Even more, she wasn''t even embarrassed by saying it!
""I figured that, but did he make you cum?""
She smiled at him through drunken eyes. “"Three times. God, I can''t even make myself cum that much,"” she laughed.
""Ah yes, Professor Johnson has always been good with the girls."” He promptly changed the subject, talking about Jessica and her career plans. Their conversation lasted about another twenty minutes before he noticed her eyes beginning to flutter. She''d had at least three glasses of champagne and she was getting dizzy.
""Excuse me, Bill. But I think I need to close my eyes for a few minutes. I must have drunk the champagne too fast.""
""No need to apologize. The conversation has been stimulating. I always enjoy talking to an intelligent woman. A woman who knows her place in life. Why don''t you close your eyes for a bit? It will be at least a couple more hours before we land.""
""You don''t mind, Bill? I hate to be rude. You have been so nice to me.""
""Don''t worry, Jessica, I''ll still be nice to you. Very nice. Here''s a pillow. Why don''t you lie back and take a little nap.""
Jessica reclined the seat back not realizing that it went almost horizontal, unlike the seats in coach. “"Whoops!"” Her legs flew up high as her head went backwards, Bill''s eyes following her, looking up her skirt as it rose up. “"Thanks, Bill. Thanks for everything.""
It didn''t take long. One minute she was wide-awake, the next she was breathing heavy. She was on her back, her chest stirring up and down as she breathed. Her legs were slightly parted, her skirt high up her thighs. The attendants would not be back unless he called for them and he did not intend to do that. He had other plans. He pulled the armrest up from between their seats, not wanting anything in the way. He leaned closer to her, smelling her sweet perfume. She was wearing a white button-down blouse, the buttons straining to contain her breasts.
He held his breath and let his fingers move cautiously over her breasts, lightly touching the covered flesh. She did not stir. His fingers became more insistent, running from the top of her breast, up and down her cleavage, then under her breast before finally cupping one of the sweet globes in his hand. He hefted it, loving the feeling. She twitched a little, but seemed unaware of his handling of her. He became a little bolder, both hands now encircling her breasts, squeezing them gently, feeling her stir a little as he did. He cupped them both, searching out her nipples with his index fingers, lightly rubbing the tips through her blouse, seeking the buds.
""No, please no ... “” Her hands moved up to try to brush his away, but were too feeble to do anything.
""Shhhh, Jessica, it''s okay, lay back now. I''ll make you feel good.""
His hands brushed hers aside and returned to her breasts, now squeezing harder. Her body began to move as he felt the flesh between his fingers. He saw her hands moving, clenching into a fist, but they did not reach up to stop him.
He let go of her breasts and his hands moved to the buttons on her blouse. He undid the first one, his touch like a feather as her blouse began to spread open. The next one, and her bra was now partially exposed. She did not even stir. The next two buttons went quickly, the only remaining button below the waist of her skirt. His hands went to the middle of her blouse, one on each side and he began to peel it back, exposing her bra and naked stomach. God, what a magnificent set of tits. No wonder Johnson wanted her. He pulled it as far open as he could; the blouse still tucked into her skirt.
She stirred a little, an arm lifted up as if swatting a fly, too week from sleep and drink to be very effective.
His fingers brushed across the silky, smooth flesh pushed up by her bra, between her cleavage, and he imagined that it was his cock buried there, stroking back and forth. He pushed his fingers into her bra, seeking out more flesh, not even caring at this point if she woke. His hand moved from her breasts to her abdomen, his palm on her flat, taut stomach, feeling the heat from her body. She moved a little, attempting to dislodge the weight. “"Such a lovely body, Jessica.""
Jessica could feel someone touching her wrists. What was happening? Through her champagne daze, she felt her blouse being pulled from one of her arms, felt the cool air on her front. She didn''t dare open her eyes. She was afraid of what she would see. Was Bill actually taking off her clothes? What should she do? Her blouse was pulled from her shoulder and then hands pushed her over onto her other side, away from him. She squinted, afraid of him seeing her, realizing that she was awake. Her blouse was almost off, his hand pulling the last sleeve from her arm. He disappeared from her sight, as did her blouse. She shut her eyes again and waited.
He folded her blouse neatly, looking over at her huddled body. Her back was to him, naked, her short skirt barely covering her butt. She didn''t seem to have stirred. He reached over her, his hand finding her bra-encased breasts, squeezing them, harder than he should have, but once he felt the luscious flesh between his fingers he had to press harder. His hand hefted her globe, enjoying the feel of flesh bouncing as he jiggled it. His hand moved up the naked flesh of her upper breast, over the smooth, silky skin. He ran his fingers around the top of her breast before slipping into the cleavage. With the angle of her body, her breast pushed down, neatly cradling the other. He had to see and touch her naked breasts. He ran one finger along her side, seeing her body react as it moved toward her back. As he went up her back, her body arched forward, attempting to escape the tickling finger. He fumbled with her bra catch, taking a minute to open it, excitement making his fingers shake.
No, please no, she thought as she felt her bra loosen, one of her breasts already slipping out. She knew the lights were still on. “"Please, Bill, I can''t sleep with the lights on. Have them turned them down,"” she said, feigning that she was just waking up from sleeping, still drowsy. She moaned a little, hopi
ng that she was not overplaying it. The alcohol was having an affect on her but that wasn''t all of it. She was becoming sexually aroused. The Senator was an important man, a powerful man. The thought of what he might do to her was exciting.
Ding, ding. The attendant bell rang.
""Yes, Senator, how may I help you?""
Jessica wondered just how close the attendant had gotten to them. Could she see her lying there, half naked?
""Can you dim the lights in here, please? Jessica wants to catch a nap.""
""Of course. Anything else?""
""Don''t disturb us unless I ring for you, is that understood?""
""Of course, Senator. Have a good nap.""
Even though Jessica had her eyes closed she could tell that it was now fairly dark in the cabin. She snuck a quick look, only the exit door signs dimly illuminated the cabin. She closed her eyes again, waiting. Her breathing stopped when she felt hands on her back again, cold hands moving her bra strap off, her body shivering as her bra was pushed down, clutching her arms over almost naked breasts.
He pushed on her shoulder, rolling her onto her back again. His hands moved up to her bra, pulling it free, turning and putting it with her blouse, eager to get back to her young breasts. He grabbed one of the linen napkins as he turned back to her.
She could feel the cool air from the overhead vent rushing onto her nipples. They stood out hard. She did not want him to think that they were erect because of him. Her hands moved up and clutched her breasts, her palms pushing into her hard nipples. She still kept her eyes closed, not so much feigning sleep but wanting to feel the touch of his hands on her body, afraid him knowing she was awake would stop him, the thought of how she looked making her pussy wet.
She felt a napkin placed over her arms, his voice softly speaking. “"So the light will not get in your eyes.""