Seduced By The Candidate (The Candidate, #1) (14 page)

Pulling up to the curb outside Charlotte’s modest apartment
block, Goulding sighed deeply and realized that despite rehearsing everything
that he wanted to say to her, his mind had gone completely blank and he had no
idea what to say if she actually opened the door to him. Just then, one of his
father’s favorite sayings wormed its way into his mind and he smiled ruefully.

“Shy boy gets no pudding,” he said to himself and realized that
the childish phrase had never been more appropriate.

Pulling his coat closely around his shoulders he ran for the
building.
The pounding rain soaking him instantly.
Goulding had been aware that the intercom system might pose a significant
barrier to entry and hated the fact that his future happiness might depend
entirely on an interaction with the disembodied voice of a woman who was
already upset and confused.

If he could only see and talk to her face to face, he was
certain that they could work this out. But without the ability to put a face to
a voice, it was anyone’s game. Luckily for him, someone stood at the door and
already deep in the necessary negotiations that would allow them to gain entry.
If he could only get there in time, he could slip in with this unknown
Samaritan and take control of his own destiny.

The man had gained admittance and was already walking
purposefully into the building. Goulding was still twenty feet away and the
door was at its apex, shortly to close and trap him outside with all of the
cold and anonymity that accompanied it. He sprinted, desperate to close the gap
and improve his already fragile chances at reconciliation. Goulding put
everything into his run, stretching out his arm, his desperately clasping
fingers reaching aimlessly for the constantly narrowing gap—salvation was
merely a fingertip’s distance away.

After what seemed like a lifetime, his fingers touched the
cold, slick metal of the doorframe and panting heavily, he breathed a sigh of
relief. With barely inches to spare, his hand had wedged the gap between door
and doorframe and he had unrestricted access to the lobby beyond. His chest
heaved as he wrenched open the door and John Lyndsey’s words echoed in his
head:

“She’d better be worth
it Bill…she’d better be worth it.”

* * *

The knock at the door made Charlotte jump and she put down the
glass of disappointing white wine, gathered her dressing gown around her and
made for the door.

“Who is it?” she asked.

“It’s Bill,” replied Goulding.

Charlotte hadn’t expected this and instantly her hand went to
her hair and the knot of her dressing gown. Her heart went into overdrive and a
tingle started in her core. He came to see her. He actually came to see her.

“Bill…I…I told you not to come, I told you I needed space…time
to…think.” She stammered as she tried to pull her fleeing thoughts back
together.

“He had lied by omission”, she reminded herself. Not that it
did any good. Her heart had already decided to give him a second chance without
telling her.

“I know Charlie…I know, but I couldn’t keep away. Besides, I’m
here to be completely Sincere…me and the wine!”

For a second there was silence and just as it had in the
office, Goulding felt like time was standing still. Only Charlotte could
restore the necessary equilibrium. Then the door opened and she stood before
him resplendent and smiling.

“Bill
I
…”

“I want you Charlie and if you’ll allow me, I’ll worship
everything that makes you…you. I’ll make sure that you never regret this
decision for as long as you live.”

“I’m not sure Bill,” said Charlotte, the hope and confusion
evident on her face.

“Yes you are Charlie,” said Goulding. “Deep down you
know
that this is what you want.”

“Do I Bill, do I really? How can you be so sure?”

Goulding smiled and took her in his arms, the wine nestling
against the small of her back.

“Charlie, I know this is what you want without a shadow of a
doubt…I knew the minute you called me Bill.”

Then he kissed her and nothing else seemed to matter to either
of them.

* * *

Goulding woke with the growing daylight and stretched against
the wonderfully smooth and naked back that lay prone against him. Letting his
eyes explore every inch of her wonderful body, Goulding felt his erection grow
again with the mounting sensation of expectation and untold promise. Charlotte
was completely naked and vulnerable. The sight of her narrow waist and
beautifully curving back and buttocks was every bit as erotic as the memory of
what they had done the previous evening. He could still taste her on his lips
and her unique perfume still clung to his fingers, further arousing him and
leaving him aching for more.

As he cuddled up to her back, he curled an arm around her waist
and reached up to cup her left breast. It was only when his erection, as hard
and unyielding as iron, pressed against the small of her back that she stirred
against him.
 

“Hello, Senator,” she purred and pressed back against him. He
shifted his position slightly to accommodate her. “I don’t remember ordering a
wakeup call.”

Her soft yielding flesh crushed his engorged phallus into the
valley of her buttocks and as he bent to kiss her neck, her delicate perfume
and warm, sweet skin filled his senses entirely.

Charlotte continued to move against him. In an almost
involuntary motion, he began to thrust himself between the cleft of her
buttocks. It felt wonderful and incredibly intimate despite the fact that he
hadn’t even penetrated her. As the friction increased, it created warmth that
merely added to the overall sensation. When the pleasant rubbing sensation
became more painful than pleasurable, Goulding withdrew and moved down. He ran
his tongue and lips along the valley, kissing a slick, wet trail that would
lubricate his passage far more easily.

As he traced the route for a second time, he went further and
flickered
the tip of his tongue over the tight knot of her
anus and on to the wetness of her sex. Although she moaned and moved against
his lips when he licked her pussy, it was the gasp of surprise and pleasure
when he tongued her ass that really impressed him. Charlotte was an innocent
alright, but she obviously had hidden urges that were waiting to be explored
and exploited.

Goulding wet his cock and returned it to the cleft in her ass,
thrusting against her and kneading her buttocks with his strong hands. After a
couple of minutes, he shuffled down slightly, adjusting the angle and path of
his cock so that it rubbed over the entrance of her ass with each thrust. Each
time she moaned and squirmed against him slightly and his excitement grew and
grew. Her hand was between her legs and she was massaging the hard nub of skin
that existed as a bastion of pleasure and delight for all women. He decided
that the time was right to see just how far Charlotte was willing to go.

Goulding drew his hips back so that his cock was completely
free of her body and standing out straight and erect, instead of folded to
follow the path of her skin. He paused for a second and then pushed forward,
gently but firmly. Instead of his manhood smoothly following the valley of her
buttocks, it pressed against the knotted entrance of her ass, snagging at first
and then the first inch slipped smoothly inside her with only the slightest of
resistance.

For a second neither of them moved and Goulding waited for the
rebuff that would tell him she wasn’t ready or willing for such an act.

“Gently,” said Charlotte in a voice that was scared and wanting
at the same time.

“Are you sure Charlie?”

“Yes…yes I want this. It feels so good. It’s different,
but…good and I want to feel you all the way inside me, but you already feel so
big and I’m not sure I can take all of you.”

“I’ll show you Charlie,” said Goulding in a strong, calming
voice. “I’ll teach you how. Together we’ll explore everything that there is to
offer.”

Noticing a pot of hand cream on her bedside table, Goulding
carefully withdrew and smeared the cream onto himself and Charlotte before
lying down again and positioning himself on his side, behind her. He guided
himself forward and this time, the lubricated path held even less resistance.
Again he paused, with only the tip of his cock embedded within her waiting for
her to become accustomed to the sensation.

He was about to move himself further forward, when she began to
move her own hips, surprising him with her eagerness, considering her relative
inexperience. Very slowly she pushed herself back onto him, impaling his cock
further and further with every movement of her hips, until every inch had been
swallowed.

She felt full and almost cramped by his presence, but the
sensations were wonderfully alien and arousing. He felt the tight embrace that
could never be replicated by normal ‘vanilla’ sex and silently rejoiced at the
prospect of fucking her ass hard and fast. Her hand had returned to her
clitoris and she was rubbing furiously as her arousal grew and she wanted to
experience every pleasure she could. Without a word he slowly began to move
within her. Tiny movements at first and then as she relaxed and their
excitement grew, longer strokes and more forceful thrusts.

“Oh…Oh…God, that feels so good,” panted Charlotte, her voice
full of desire and passion. “Fuck me Bill, fuck me hard…I want you to cum
inside me, I want to feel you cum in my ass.”

Goulding did as he was instructed and began to pound her hard,
delighting at the sensation of being both squeezed and constricted, but also of
being given the privilege to fuck her without restraint.

“Harder…harder…oh, oh, OH!
Faster
Bill, fuck me faster…oh…yes, yes, yes…YES!”

Charlotte’s orgasm burst through her and she bucked hard
against Goulding, clasping him tightly in spasms of pleasure that washed over
her entire body. The increased pressure was too much for him to bear and almost
perfectly in time with her orgasm, he came hard. His body pumped jet after jet
of hot liquid deep within her.

“Holy shit!” panted Goulding. “That was incredible”

“Not too bad for a novice,” she replied sexily. “Just imagine
what I could do with a bit more practice!”

Scarcely able to believe her words, Goulding felt
himself
stiffen again and thought that at this rate, they’d
never get to the office, let alone Mississippi!
                 

* * *

Although they were careful to take two cars, both Goulding and
Charlotte arrived at the office out of breath and flushed, barely five minutes
apart. When they were asked what the reason was for their obvious dishevelment,
they mumbled something about sleeping through their alarms and as a result,
being short of time to get ready and get to the office. This much was true, but
the real reason was the recollection of the evening that they had just spent
together and what it might mean going forward.

The official explanation that they had given seemed to satisfy
the curious office staff and they quickly returned to their computers and the
tasks allocated to the day ahead. Only John Lyndsey continued to stare at the
couple, aware of the secret that they shared and deeply uncomfortable with the
confidence that he had been asked to maintain.

Uncomfortably aware or not, there was no time to brood on the
situation as they only had a few hours before they were due at a school in
Jackson, Mississippi which would signify the start of yet another vote winning
tour of the home states. Professionalism soon outweighed private concern and
the little man soon threw himself into last minute briefings, speech changes
and careful tutoring that could make the difference between a good, solid visit
and a truly awesome one. Before long, everyone was jumping to the whip cracking
directorship of the diminutive campaign manager. When Charlotte, Goulding and
Lyndsey departed for the airport, the office breathed a collective sigh of
relief.

* * *

“Senator…Senator Goulding! Turn this way please. That’s it,
excellent…and how about another one over by the teacher’s desk?”

Goulding smiled and outwardly gave no indication of the
irritation that boiled beneath the surface of his carefully prepared demeanor.

“It doesn’t matter where you go and who you see…the fucking
reporters and photographers are always the bloody same,” he thought ruefully.

Even by John Lyndsey’s standards, the trip was going
outstandingly well and he had charmed not only the teachers and Governors, but
also the students that had been assembled to meet him.

“Shame the little bastards are too young to vote!” he thought.

It was all bollocks, but he supposed that some of the necessary
baby-kissing, ‘meet and greet’ stuff was actually quite enjoyable and it was
certainly far less false and abhorrent than his visit to Memphian Industries
had been. He’d even been presented with an ornate metal ruler at the
culmination of a formal school assembly after he had addressed the entire
school and championed the virtues of Godliness and restraint.