by Lucia Jordan
Trailing kisses down her body, Nicholas used his gentle fingers to part her labia and moisten his fingers in the wetness of her sex. She sighed as he traced over her folds, exploring every inch of her from her anus to her clitoris, which pulsed as it was swept over. Jaycie raised her hips a little, and Nicholas took the hint, dipping his fingers into the opening of her vagina, just briefly, and then taking that delicious wetness up to her desperate clitoris.
He stroked the tiny swollen organ, and Jaycie felt it pulse and twitch in response. Pleasure washed over her like nothing she had ever known – this wasn’t getting her off for the sake of it – this was gently steering her down a path of climax she was unused to. She sighed and turned her head as Nicholas rubbed her, slicking over and over that same spot. She could feel her own wetness soaking her sex as the heat of her pleasure darted over her whole body.
Then, as if without warning, her climax broke like waves on rocks and washed over the calm beach of her body. Jaycie gasped, raising her hips and reaching with her own hand to hold Nicholas’ against her flesh. Even before the pulses of orgasm had died, Nicholas was between her legs, this time parting them to view her pink, moist treasure, before plunging his head towards her sex and taking a long taste from her cunt to her pulsating clitoris.
Jaycie moaned, her hips buckling on the crisp white sheets. Nicholas flicked her tongue over her clitoris, which throbbed with hot pleasure. She tossed her head from side to side – she could hardly take much more, but even as she thought so, she felt one of Nicholas’ fingers slip inside her, pressing her g-spot from the inside, as he continued to lick and suck on her clitoris. The duality of the pleasure made her moan and grit her teeth – she was unused to being pleasured so much, she never wanted it to end.
As Nicholas rubbed her spongy g-spot, she felt herself give in once again and cry out as a new climax came to her. This one was stronger – waved of pleasure pulsed from her clitoris, to her cunt and back again. Her deep well was aching to be filled and it only spurred her onto new heights when she felt the head of Nicholas’ cock begin to nudge inside her.
She opened her legs wide and wrapped them around her lover’s back, allowing him to slide in easily, but he did not thrust to quickly penetrate her as so many did – he let gravity and the natural pull of her desperate well pull him inside until he was buried inside her – his pelvis grinding against hers.
Jaycie was in ecstasy. Her dying climax was still making itself felt, and now with herself so deliciously filled she felt as though she was floating on a sea of pleasure. She squeezed the cock inside her with her strong muscles and was pleased to feel a twitch in response – he was as desperate as she was.
Their eyes locked and she breathed deeply as she nodded slightly – it was time. She was ready. And so was he. At last, she felt him begin to move inside her. The deep thrusts were slow at first, and slowly built in intensity. Nicholas withdrew to almost his glans before sliding effortlessly back inside her wetness all of the way. Jaycie closed her eyes and let her body respond how it wanted to – the moans she made as Nicholas drove inside her were not conscious – she was too lost in her own pleasure to notice how he filled her so completely with each stroke, and as he eventually gasped and released his own hot load inside her, she could only sigh and allow him to rest his head on her bosom, which was flushed and pink from the effort.
She had no idea how long they lay there, but after a while the man got up, kissed her and headed for the en suite bathroom. Jaycie rolled over, fluffing out her hair and wondering how she could ever top that evening. All of her sexual life she had been searching for a man who gave her more than a simple fuck, or a disappointing romance, and today she had found him. It really did seem too good to be true.
As she sat up, she caught sight on the dressing table of a flash of a suit she recognised. Getting to her feet, she walked over to see it was a campaign leaflet of her Old Party rival – Nick Louden. His flashy white smile and immaculate hair were a world away from…
She stopped and looked back at the face on the photograph. Sure, he looked older, but who was to say how old the picture was? And with some photo software and a bucket of fake tan…
Jaycie Thornton clamped a hand to her mouth. Could it be? After all of her searching? Her mild-mannered, sensitive lover turns out to be the man she had vowed to hate most in the world? As she stared at the photograph, she heard the bathroom door unlock and turned to face an uncertain future.
“There’s towels on the line,” Nick said as he stepped out with one wrapped around his waist.
“Is this you?” Jaycie asked before she lost her nerve. As she asked, she saw the apologetic look the man wore before dissolve into that trademark sideways grin she saw on the posters.
“Yeah, it’s a good photo, isn’t it?” he shrugged. “You can blame the campaign team for that,” he sat on the edge of the bed. “It bothers you, doesn’t it?”
“Yes! No…” Jaycie said, trying to arrange her thoughts. “I mean,” she went on, “it’s not like we’re getting engaged or something,” she dropped the leaflet onto the table, suddenly aware she was naked. She folded her arms over her breasts.
“Look,” Nick sighed, adjusting his glasses, “let’s not drag politics into this. We had a good time, didn’t we?”
“We did… Well, I did,” Jaycie shrugged. “I’m going to use the bathroom.”
“Let me know if you need anything,” Nick called as she locked the door. Jaycie sat on the edge of the bath and ran her hands through her hair. It was the strangest situation she had ever been in – she wanted to shower and leave, but the sweetness and gentleness of the encounter made her want to see the man again – to get his number, to make promises – give up her career? But at the same time, he was Nick Louden! Representative of the Old Party! Everything she had fought against as a student, a young adult and as a canvasser. Could she let her precious politics slide whilst she was… She shook her head. There was too much to think about. She hopped into the shower and let her thoughts wash away down the plughole.
She had said a hurried goodbye to Nick and fled from the house. Since then, she had been hiding out with her colleagues, keeping her head down and avoiding canvassing duty as much as she could. Ordinarily, she would have been desperate to get back out, discover more people and have her casual encounters, but the memories of that one evening with Nick kept flooding back to her.
She found herself every night the week after their encounter rolling about in her own cold, lonely bed. She was driven to pleasuring herself as she reimagined, over and over the feeling of being filled so wholly and satisfied so completely. She had even been questioning whether she wanted to stay single – the closeness and loving feeling from the sex had been wonderful. She found her thoughts drifting when she should have been thinking about her career…
“You ok?” Chloe’s voice interrupted Jaycie’s thoughts. She had been staring out of the window, watching rain run in rivers down the panes. The end of the campaign was only a week away and the office was ticking over finishing last-minute canvassing, letters and finally making sure the place was ready to be tidied away for another year. Most of the employees would move to managing the New Party’s finances, donations and fliers online, working from home, and Jaycie was one of them. She had a flair for design and was in charge of making the Party website run smoothly and attract new members. It was an easy job that meant she had a lot of time on her hands. She had planned to use her spare time to continue her search for the perfect lover, but it seemed her plans had come crashing around her ears.
“I’m ok,” Jaycie sighed, picking up her pen again. “Just tired, that’s all.”
“Tell me about it,” Chloe sighed. “And you know they’re saying the Old Party has opened a new HQ just outside the town? That means that airbrushed idiot Louden will be living around here. They say he owns loads of the houses around here, too, so if you’re out canvassing, watch that he doesn’t answer the door!”
“Mm.”
“Imagine knocking on the door and him opening it!” Chloe gasped, and then giggled. “Maybe we’d be too distracted by his polished teeth to say anything, though,” she looked at Jaycie and wondered why she wasn’t laughing. Nick Louden was fair game for making fun of at the New Party offices. She shrugged and left her friend to it. Something was clearly bothering Jaycie, but there was too much to do to be concerned by one moody woman.
Jaycie was grateful to be left alone. She needed time to sort her head out and the long office hours were getting to her. On a whim, she picked up her keys and a stack of fliers.
“I’ll get these last ones out, yeah?” she said to no one in particular. Some people nodded – it was a hated job and they were glad to get the spacey girl out of the office for a few hours. Hopefully when she got back she’d be back to her usual bubbly, flirty self.
Jaycie dumped the fliers in the recycling depot and didn’t feel an ounce of remorse. She parked up at the local park and sat in the car, letting the rain fog up the windscreen and blur her vision of the outside world.
It was true – she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Or was it really the sex she couldn’t stop thinking about? The young woman shook her head, her red hair spilling about her face. She knew it had been a fantastic night, but was it worth going back? Could she really face herself in the morning fucking a man whose principles she had always stood against? And was she ready to push her career to one side to be in a relationship?
She put her hand on the ignition and rolled her eyes. She needed to go home, have a glass of wine and relax. She was about to turn the ignition key when there was a knock at the window. It was too misted up to see, so she wound the window down to find a familiar spectacled face looking in at her.
“You!” she gasped as Nick’s face cracked a grin.
“Me,” he said. “I thought it must be you… No one else’s hair is such a beautiful shade of red.”
“Stop trying to get into my pants,” she snorted, blushing. “What are you doing here?”
“The campaign’s over, so I’ve come out for some fresh air. This is a nice area, don’t you think?”
“It’s alright,” she shrugged. Though Nick held an umbrella, some rain was splattering into her car. “It’s raining in,” she said.
“So it is,” he replied. “Do you want to get a drink?”
“I’m on duty,” she said half-heartedly.
“Well, perhaps a cup of hot chocolate?” he asked. Jaycie sighed. She knew she was going even before he finished speaking.
“I said it before, but you really are wasted there, you know,” he said, handing her the steaming mug of chocolate and cream.
“I like it,” she insisted. “It’s what I’ve always believed in, the New Party.”
“I don’t mean that,” Nick said. “I may be a politician, but I don’t really care much for politics. It’s a career – just something to do to earn money, and get a little famous… And I don’t even need the money, to be honest.”
“I didn’t think you could buy this place on a politician’s salary,” she admitted. “Are you rich or something?”
“Yes,” he replied simply. “Old Party, old money, isn’t that what they say?”
“Well, as someone who lives in a one bedroom pad, I have to say you’re not endearing yourself to me,” Jaycie said, sipping her drink. She felt justified in being rude to him – if he went off her, she wouldn’t regret never seeing him again, would she?
“Sorry,” said Nick. “I just don’t see the point in lying to you.”
“I don’t like the truth, but I do prefer it to lies,” she admitted. “Thanks for asking me back.”
“No problem. I figured you ran away a little too quickly before.”
“I was… embarrassed,” Jaycie said. “It was like… fraternising with the enemy!”
“I’m not the enemy,” Nick said gently. He sat a little closer to the young woman and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Jaycie put her cup down. Time for the acid test.
“I liked it,” she said. “Being with you. But can I keep just coming here for a fuck and then leaving? It doesn’t seem right.”
“Well I’m not looking for anything serious,” Nick said softly. “I’m not looking for a wife, and I didn’t think you were looking for anything either?”
“I’m not marriage material,” Jaycie said, “but I don’t know what I want any more! A man or a career! I can’t have both… I’m just looking for someone to talk to, I guess.”
“But I am looking for an intelligent person. And you just happened to be incredibly sexy and beautiful at the same time,” he smiled.
“What?”
“I own the house next door,” Nick said. “And I need a financial assistant. Are you interested? Free rent and no… pressure?” he said, holding his hands up.
“Live next door?” Jaycie baulked. “And… work for you?”
“Paid, of course,” Nick said. “And if you never wanted to… be with me again, that’d be fine. I admire your beautiful brain as well as your beautiful body. Of course, if you changed your mind,” he smiled, letting the sentence hang in the air.
Jaycie took a deep breath and leaned forward to kiss the man. He responded instantly, running his hands through her strawberry hair. She breathed in his manly scent and traced her hands over his chest. She mad missed how toned and muscular he was. His body was sculpted firmly, and she relished it.
Lifting her legs over his, she straddled him firmly, kissing him deeply. His hands roamed over her back, buttocks and hair, and she felt completely relaxed. Grinding her hips, she felt the bulge and hardness in Nick’s trousers swell, and she popped his button open and pulled his zip down, freeing the straining erection.
She caressed it, and then pulled her knickers to one side and slipped it effortlessly inside her. She was about to begin riding him, when Nick’s fingers slipped under her skirt and began to massage her clitoris. She was wet and his flingers slid over her flesh. The swollen bud twitched in delight as it was stimulated.
Jaycie gasped. The twin sensations of having a large cock buried inside her as well as the man she wanted touching her so pleasurably made her melt inside. It was more than she expected, and more than she usually got.
With Nick gently rubbing her clitoris, Jaycie closed her eyes and moved slowly up and down, riding the welcome intrusion inside herself. She felt a pleasurable warmth building, and did nothing to hold it back. This was infinitely better than pleasuring herself. She felt safe.
The heat in her sex grew and Jaycie felt sparks of electric pleasure course through her body. She bit her lip and threw her head back, trusting in Nick to hold her in place with his free hand. Her cunt began pulsing – she was so close, and cried out so to her lover. Nick thrust a little inside her, and as Jaycie’s climax broke, she felt something astonishing happen.
The waves of pulsating pleasure in her sex made the cock inside her tense and begin its own pulses – she moaned as the two climaxes joined and rolled over each other, joining the two of them in a secret pleasure. Jaycie sighed and nestled her head onto Nick’s shoulder and he held her close, staying inside her until both of them were completely spent.
“So, how about it?” Nick asked the next morning. Jaycie had stayed the night and that morning was enjoying a bagel whilst wrapped in one of the man’s dressing robes. She was scrubbed free of her thick layer of makeup and looked young and pretty. Nick thought she looked natural and sexual, and told her so.
“I knew you were going to ask,” she said, swallowing her breakfast. “I’ll admit, I have thought about it a little.”
“And?”
“And I think I could stand to see you a bit more,” she smiled. Nick, wrapped in his own dressing gown, grinned and handed her a cup of coffee.
“That’s great,” he said. “Last night… It felt like something special, you know?”
“Yeah,” Jaycie blushed. It was the first time she had shared an orgasm with a partner,
and she knew she would never forget it. Nick was the sort of lover you read about in books - they didn’t actually exist, or so she thought. She took a sip of coffee. Still, she knew what was coming next. And she knew she could never leave the New Party – it was in her blood since her teens to do something meaningful, and she couldn’t give up the chance easily.
Nick sat on the opposite side of the breakfast bar, cleaning his glasses. “You know what I’m going to ask, don’t you?” he said.
Jaycie nodded. “I guess so.”
“So, what do you think? Move in next door? Come work for me? And if you like, be more than just my accountant?” he said, slipping the frame onto his face.
Jaycie took a deep breath and looked into his eyes.