BODYGUARD TO THE PRESIDENT'S DAUGHTER
I was taken off guarding the stairs in the President's temporary home, to go for training as a 'bodyguard'. This training lasted four weeks and included spending time with a woman that had plastered her more colors on her face than you would find in a paint shop. She taught me some strange behavior she called etiquette, the way one is supposedly to act in the presence of what she referred to as 'Very Important People'. This is totally in contrast to what my mom had taught me, "No matter what, always be yourself, and true to who you are." I still believe my mom knew better.
The actual security training was also rather boring, most of it anyway. "One must be observant, notice things and people that seem out of place, people paying undue attention to your charge, how to take evasive action and how to protect your charge against assault or attack, even to the extend of getting yourself killed." All that normally comes naturally to most people, except the bit about getting yourself killed; that will need some consideration. "Your presence and behavior must never be intrusive, and you must always be courteous to every one. Blah, blah, blah!
Spending time on the shooting range was more fun; I was issued with a Browning 9mm Automatic with a few spare clips. Part of the training was being able to dismantle, clean and reassemble the weapon in the dark. On the third attempt I got it right. I was also issued with two holsters for the weapon, one that fitted on my belt and the other attached to a harness so that you actually carried it under your arm. Bloody uncomfortable way to carry a gun, but it is supposed to be out of the sight of public eyes.
Before I was reintroduced to the President's household as bodyguard to his daughter, I was promoted to Sargeant, apparently being referred to as 'Private So-and-so' had connotations that did not go down well with being the President's daughter's bodyguard. If people only knew how 'private' she had been with me while I guarded the staircase! Another update that was forced upon me was a wardrobe. I was fitted for three back suits, six white shirts which were added to two grayish ties and two pairs of black shoes, and the choice of dark glasses was optional. Dressed like the head mourner at a funeral really made me uncomfortable, and I cursed the President for spoiling his daughter, giving her everything she asked for, including me as bodyguard.
When I was taken back to the President's residence and 'handed over' to the daughter as her bodyguard, she looked my over and started laughing out loud: "Wow Soldier, you really look spivvy now, like you escaped from Hollywood!"
She walked around me and inspected me as if I was a prize stallion at an agricultural show. Then she looked at the captain that brought me and told him: "This wont do, it's all wrong. We are supposed to be inconspicuous when in public, and a girl in jeans and t-shirt accompanied by a Mormon missionary will draw more attention than that naked English lady on her white horse! Oh, and let him grow his hair out, he looks like an escapee from Alcatraz! "
The captain was lost for words, mumbled something about discussing it with the general. The President's daughter was not finished with the captain, and she continued:"Also it is no damn good for my bodyguard not to stay on the premises, how can he guard me if he is in barracks somewhere? I am sure there is a bedroom available on the ground floor for him, if I want to go out I want my guard ready to go, I don't want to wait for hours for him to show up! Oh, and he must have a car, nothing fancy that people will gawk at, something comfortable and reliable!" With that she turned her back and walked away, leaving the captain open mouthed, and me smirking. Obviously no funeral suits for me.
We left. The next morning I was taken shopping again, getting a fair casual wardrobe at government expense. I was rather obvious that orders had come down from very high up, for I was also given a nondescript Ford that was in very good running order. As the Browning was a rather big weapon, I was issued with a Colt .38 snub-nose, fitted in a holster that went around my ankle, under my trousers. Thus I would always be unobtrusively armed, even when not wearing a jacket. I was also issued with a card that identified me as a presidential bodyguard, giving e a lot of power. During the afternoon I packed some of my personal belongings, all my new clothes and weapons and moved into a small bedroom on the ground floor of the president's house, my Ford parked to one side of the driveway.
Early during that first evening I was summons by my charge and instructed to dress in jeans and an open necked shirt, we were going out. When I was ready I brought the Ford around to the front door. After waiting for a while a woman I have never seen before exited the house and got into the Ford with me. Astounding, it was the President's daughter, with black hair and glasses! A short skirt with a loose top! She laughed at the expression on my face and explained:"We don't want to be recognized, do we? The hair coloring is what they use when making movies, it washes out, and the lenses are plain glass in these," and she tapped the spectacles on her nose.
"Let's go, take me to a club where you think people won't pay us no attention!" I started the car and slowly drove down the driveway, wrecking my brain to think of such a club. I remembered a rock-and-roll joint about 15miles away, and headed that way.
The Presidents daughter not only seemed happy to be with me, but told me that she had missed her "soldier". I mumbled a "Thank you" and said that I had also missed her. She laughed "Do you know how much I missed you? Let me show you!" She took my one hand of the steering wheel with her hand, and placed it under her skirt, between her legs, on her pussy, which had no covering at all. The car did some wild swerving when I nearly lost control in surprise, which got her laughing again, Steady, soldier, steady going now!"
She let go of my hand, leaving it between her legs for my fingers to explore the pussy that I had missed for more than a month, placing her now free hand on my cock, through the jeans. "Wow, my little soldier hasn't forgotten how to stand to attention, has it?" With that she unzipped my jeans and took the hard little guy out of its confinement. My work was cut out for me to keep the car going straight on the road, and to maintain a speed that would not draw undue attention.
After playing with my cock for a few minutes, she took my hand away from her pussy so that she could lie down, her head in my lap, my cock in her mouth and proceeded to give me a blow job. The President had a golden mouth when he opened it to make speeches; his daughter had a golden mouth when she opened it to give blow jobs. With her tongue playing around the head of my cock, while she was humming some unknown song, and her hand pumping my cock's shaft, it did not take very long for me to cum, nearly rolling the Ford while doing so! The girl took everything I had into her mouth, swallowing my cum and sucking the last drops from my cock.
By this time we had reached our destination, and I parked the Ford in a dark corner of the parking lot. I wasn't to sure what to do next, but the President's daughter knew exactly what she wanted. From her purse she pulled the vibrator I had met on a previous occasion, turned her back to the passenger door, opened her legs with one on the seat and the other on the floor, handed me the dildo and told me: "Now do me, Soldier!"
I turned the machine on and started playing it between her pussy lips, inserting it into her, and taking it out again. I held the vibrating tip to her clitoris, circled it and rubbed it with the humming machine. Soon she started making noises that I had become accustomed to, and soon she orgasmed with a soft scream. She pushed my hand away, and I turned the machine off. After sitting quiet for a while, she returned it to her bag and said: "Let's go dancing, Soldier!"
It was a very pleasant evening, we danced, drank, and kissed the evening away, when ever we thought nobody was watching we did some touching too, my hand got under her short skirt, and she had hers in my jeans.
When driving home the girl rested her head on my shoulder while I held an arm around her. We had decided no sex play while going home, I was not totally sober and could have lost control of the car if my attention was focused somewhere else. We were going to go to my room and fuck once back at the President's temporary home.
This was not to be, the guard that had replaced me by the staircase had a full view of the door to my room, and the President's daughter could not take that chance. She softly whispered that "We will catch up tomorrow" and with a louder "Good night Soldier, and thank you for a lovely evening" she disappeared up the stairs.