He kept her waiting of course. The first time the Mayor had fucked her; she had come so hard she thought she was going to pass out. And he had left it weeks before appearing on her doorstep and promising more. It had been two more weeks since then. The guy was the biggest tease Jenna had ever met, or just really absent minded and she didn’t think he was that, somehow.
By the time she saw him again, she had played with herself so much she was sore.
It was at a charity function. The ladies of the town had organised a dinner and a raffle to raise money for some recent storm damage. She found herself sitting next to the Mayor and judging by the way his thigh was brushing hers, she didn’t think it was a coincidence. He was in his tux again and she stared at the heavy expensive watch circling his strong wrist below a snowy white cuff. The sight was making her mouth water more than the cold salmon on her plate. She knew what those hands could do.
He was listening avidly to his neighbour, a boring little man with a weak chin, all the while pressing his thigh against hers. She was trying to follow the conversation at her side of the table but was failing miserably. The Mayor was clearly more skilled at multi tasking than her. She nearly choked on her wine as she felt a hot hand rest on her thigh. He didn’t even falter in his conversation as his hand moved slowly upwards, fingers pulling at the silky material of her dress until he was touching bare skin. She trembled as he caressed her thigh in circles and squeezed slightly.
He broke off his conversation and gestured at a waiter, “More wine for Miss Adams,” he said and then carried on discussing the recent crime spate as his hand began to trail upwards. She gulped and adjusted the tablecloth as he reached her panties, then lost her nerve and clamped her own hand over his wrist. He turned and fixed her with a hard stare, raising his dark eyebrows commandingly. She let go and as he turned away again his finger suddenly dipped under the elastic and plunged inside her. She let out a yelp, and pushed his hand away.
“Are you all right?” the woman on her left asked, her hand resting on Jenna’s arm.
“Yes,” she croaked, “I just need to go to the restroom,” and she quickly adjusted her dress before scuttling away from the table.
He followed her of course. He caught up with her just outside and whispered in her ear, “I have to fuck you.”
His crude words shot a bolt of arousal through her and she allowed him to pull her into the disabled toilet. Hardly the most romantic venue in the world but frankly she didn’t care. At least they were behind a locked door, she thought as he pushed her against the wall, pulled up her skirt and thrust two fingers into her. She cried out loud as he stroked her, and mashed her lips against his, then grappled with his flies. He helped her release his cock with his free hand, and his lips pulled away from her and closed round one of her nipples, making a wet mark on the silk. She was desperate to feel him inside her now and she pulled her own panties down then opened her legs wider so he could return to his delicious stroking as she spat on her hand and lubricated his cock, hand circling around the thick shaft as he groaned into her neck. Suddenly he grabbed hold of her ass and lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me," he growled and she did what he asked. He lowered her onto his cock. The thick head nudged into her, stretching her wide as she sank onto him, inch by inch, sighing with the pleasure. Not many men could manage a position like this but he was so long and hard he impaled her and she slid onto him easily, his hands sliding her up and down his rigid length, until she was groaning so loudly he had to clamp his mouth over hers to quieten her. He soon spurted inside her with a muffled curse, and she came around his cock with wild abandon, him feeling every delicious contraction gripping him like a velvet vice.
She returned to the table first, self consciously aware of the damp patch over her right nipple. Nobody seemed to notice. They were too busy discussing Obama’s health policies.
***
Later he took her home and they fucked crazily for hours, a marathon session that left every muscle in Jenna’s body aching, and caused the Mayor to fall asleep at his desk the following afternoon; something he had never done before.
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