IN THE PRESIDENT'S MANSION WITH HIS DAUGHTER
During the morning I did not see Trish, the Presidents daughter, and spent my time cleaning the Browning, and the Colt, which had got water on it the day before while on the yacht. After washing and cleaning the Ford, I shined all my shoes to high gloss, to pass the time. Still no sign of Trish, which got me rather worried. Was my confession of love to much for her? So I took up reading further about the English spy, who actually was a Scotsman, and his adventures fucking the baddies' girlfriends and wives, and getting them killed.. I had settled on a bench under a tree, and was soon nodding away, falling asleep.
It was about noon when I was shaken out of my slumbers by two cool hands covering my eyes, "You enjoying your dream, Soldier?" It was Trish, standing behind me. Rather self-consciously I returned her greeting, not to sure if the day before was only a dream in itself.
Trish came around the bench and sat down beside me, leaving some space between us. She must have noticed the expression on my face and assured me "Don't worry Soldier, you are still my beau, I do want to sit on your lap, but there are to many guards and gardeners around that will come to the right conclusion, and it is better if they have the wrong impression." I nodded understanding.
It was obvious the girl was excited about something, but obviously wanted me to ask. I could play the same game, so instead of interrogating I looked around in the trees until I spotted some birds building nests, and pointed them out to her. This apparent disinterest in her excitement was to much, and she playfully fisted me on the shoulder, "Don't you want to hear the news?"
"Oh, I heard the news on the radio this morning, your dad made some speech about us having to pay higher taxes, and that the police had arrested some 'alleged' terrorists." This time the punch to my shoulder was much harder, it actually hurt and I had to give it a bit of a rub.
"No man, Soldier," Trish was exasperated, "the news is that we are moving back to the mansion in the next few days, and then things will be so much better for us!" She went on to explain that in the mansion she had a suit of her own, in a secluded wing of the building, and that her "bodyguard' was to stay in a room right opposite hers, so that he is close to her if needed. Because her bodyguard was close to her, and there was a gate on the stairs with a keypad lock on it, there were no guards in passage of her wing, and nobody came up there except for the household staff, and that was only in the mornings after she had gone down. We would be free to come and go to each others rooms as we liked. This sounded good to me.
Over the next two days I hardly saw Trish, everybody was to busy packing and getting ready for the move back to the mansion. My packing up was quick and easy, most of my possessions were still in the army barracks. I mentioned this to Trish during one of our rare meetings and she suggested that I go and collect it as soon as the move to the mansion had been completed, my appointment as her bodyguard was permanent, or until her father got voted out of the mansion.
The move to the mansion was soon completed with the army taking care of moving everything that needed moving, except for my luggage. That I dumped in the boot of the Ford. After Trish had supervised the safe loading of her possessions we set off to the mansion in the Ford.
The room allocated to me was very comfortable indeed, double bed, television and music centre, lots of packing space and mirrors, even four easy chairs with a coffee table, which I found amusing as I was not allowed any guests. There was a small balcony also furnished with a small table and two chairs, a tiny kitchen with a huge fridge, a two plate electric stove, kettle, microwave and cutlery again for 4 people and other essentials used in a kitchenette. The attached bathroom was a wonder to me, a bath one could swim in, a shower cubicle big enough to put a mattress in, one used for floating in a swimming pool with, two basins, a toilet and a bidet, what for I don't know.
While the Presidents daughter was arranging her own rooms and directing the troops carrying in her luggage I got permission to go to barracks and collect the rest off my meager belongings. After I had stashed all this away I tried the kitchenette, made coffee and settled on the veranda looking out over the gardens, waiting for further instructions. I was happy, life was good.
I did not see Trish for the rest of the day, but I could hear her banking away in her rooms, packing and sorting, and shouting at two young housekeepers allocated to assist her. Early evening I was summons by intercom down to the main kitchen for dinner. A matron like old dame lectured me about the rules of the mansion, when and where I will find meals, who I should speak to when I needed something, and what parts of the mansion was out of bounds to me, unless escorting the Presidents daughter. After dinner I went back to my room and settled down in a chair with the book about the fucking Scottish English spy. He was somewhere near the moon in a spacecraft fucking a Russian double agent.
An hour or so later there was a soft knock on the door, and Trish entered. She looked a bit disheveled from all the giving of orders to get her room right. In her hand she had a bottle of white wine which she handed over to me, instructing me to pour while she went to run us a bath, in my bathroom. "Oh, and don't worry, nobody will come up here, I have said my good nights and I have locked the gate, we are on our own for the night!"
Finding a corkscrew and some glasses in the kitchenette, I did as I was told and put the glasses on the table. After a few minutes her voice from the bathroom, "Are you coming, or have you fallen asleep?" I grabbed the glasses and went into the bathroom. Trish was already settled in the bath, covered in foam, steam rising. Because of the foam I could only see her face, covered in a naughty smile.
I put the glasses on the edge of the bath, the bottle on the floor next to the bath, stripped my clothes off and got in. Typical woman she was, the water was so hot it felt as if the skin was being scolded of my legs and feet, and burned my ass so much that I could not sit down. So I stood there in the bath, in a crouching position, cursing, with my now hard cock waving in front of the Presidents daughter's face. Trish laughed, grabbed my cock and leant forward to take it into her mouth. I stood like that for a while, uncomfortable, my feet burning in the water, my cock cooking in the President's daughter's mouth. Talk about being pleasured painfully.
My leg muscles could not hold that crouching position for long, so I collapsed backwards into the hot water, boiling my ass, hard cock and balls, to hoots of laughter from the Presidents daughter. Silly Bitch.
My body though soon adjusted its built-in thermostat to the waters temperature, and I enjoyed a glass of cold wine while Trish gave my hard cock and tight balls a rub down under the water and foam with her toes. With her legs between mine, I could not get my feet to her pussy, so I just lay back in the water, enjoying the wine and the my cocks foot massage.
Trish, being the President's daughter, could not stand giving attention and not getting any, for long. So she gave up on rubbing me, maneuvered her body around so she sat between my legs leaning her back against my chest and I could reach around her touching her breasts and getting my hand onto her pussy, doing some finger rubbing between her legs and playing with her clit. She turned her head so that I could kiss her, put her hand between our bodies and held my cock, rubbing the head lightly with her fingers. We were both relaxing, having fun, enjoying each other while the wine was warming up in the steamy bathroom.
For a while we lay that, pleasing each other. Then Trish started moaning softly, raising her hips into my hand, she let go of my cock, put her hand on mine doing the rubbing, and guiding it to go faster, pressing harder. With her familiar little screams Trish came, and kept my hand on her pussy with her hand. With a "Wow, that was nice" she let go and sat up. We then soaped each other thoroughly, lingering our hands on the spots we believed gives pleasure. Trish's soapy hands gave my cock special attention, and I had to stop her before the point of no return was reached. I wanted to reserve all my cream for the pleasure of releasing it inside her.
After our bath, without wasting time toweling ourselves dry, I carried Trish to the bed, her holding the wine glasses in her hands, spilling most of its contents on the floor as I carried her. Once I had her on the bed I did not waste time in getting my lips and tongue into and onto her pussy. She had not brought her dildo, so I had the pleasure of using my fingers inside her. Trish was not entirely happy with this arrangement, and after a short while she forced me to kneel over her so she could use her mouth assisted by her hands on my cock, me leaning over to get back to get back to kissing and tonguing her pussy, the classic 69 position.
Trish pleased my cock head with her lips, and then taking it into her mouth she played her tongue around the head, and did her humming trick again, pure pleasure. With my lips around her clit, my tongue teasing its tiny head, my fingers sliding in and out of her, I started rocking my body. My cock worked in and out of Trish's mouth and throat, and once or twice it did sound as if she was gagging. When her pussy started contracting around my fingers and her hips started thrusting, I could no longer contain myself and started squirting into her mouth and down her throat. Trish rewarded me with an intense orgasm, my face getting soaked in her tasty juices. I collapsed next to her, lying head to toe for quit a while.
The first one to move was Trish, she got off the bed, gave me a long kiss on the lips, tasting herself on my lips, and whispered "I do love you, Soldier", retrieved our wine glasses which she refilled, the wine was not all that cold anymore but still went down well. Trish settled naked in a chair while a remained on the bed, and we chatted, talking about the day that had gone past, and our future.
The next week she was going to start her studies at university, and naturally I will have to go along, to guard her body. Suddenly she kept quiet for a while, and then came up with the question: "Don't you want to study too?"
I had to admit that I actually did want to study, but that my parents could not afford the fees. Again she didn't say anything for a while.
I will be studying Business Economics, will you be interested?"
"Yes. Certainly I would." I confirmed.
"Great, then we will be attending the same classes, and your job as my bodyguard will not be a problem. So it is settled, we shall study together." Trish decided, and I had to point out that the fees problem did make it impossible.
That was no problem to Trish, "Don't hassle, I shall sort it out with my dad tomorrow, I will explain the situation to him and he will see that it makes sense, you have to attend the classes anyway so why not do it as a student too? And don't worry; my dad will sort out the finances." As far as Trish was concerned the matter was settled.
We made love a number of times that night, me entering her from behind while she knelt on the bed, me lying on my back while she rode me rough. We were happy, we were in love.
Early in the morning I had to wake Trish, to send her back to her room. As she left my room I kissed her, and emphasized that she had to get her bed ruffled and creased, as if somebody had slept there all night, and she had to get her bathroom into a mess, as if she had used it for bathing and the other things women do in bathrooms. And I had to tidy up my room and bathroom, wash and pack the glasses, and cover the trail of our lovemaking as far as was humanly possible. We did not want the cleaning staff to conclude that there was some hanky-panky going on in the President's daughters quarters.