Political Rivals

[Seasick]

Political Rivals
By Seasick

Jennifer Marshall forced herself to smile even as the man she so greatly detested politely pushed in her chair before taking a seat directly across from her at the expensive steakhouse they dined at. The arrogance within him was so great that the man had not even bothered to take his wedding band off even as he reached across the wooden table and gripped her hands.

“Now please my dear, no talking of Evan, daycare or of children in general, tonight is a night to talk about us.â€￾

“Yes,â€￾ she said softly, though in reality Jennifer was indeed thinking about the ten years of resentment had led to this moment, and how she was surprised at how quickly her plan had come together.

It had been surprisingly easy to find out the daycare provider of the Senator’s son, and just as easy to bring her nephew to that same day care center and ultimately make contact with the man she was hell bent on retaliating against. A known womanizer, it only took a few days of wearing some short skirts, high heels and stockings to get the man’s attention. A bit of a smile, some tolerance for some “accidentalâ€￾ touches, and that contact led to some conversation, some flirting and eventually this date.

“I would say you look nice tonight Jennifer, but you always are dressed nice. It’s nice to see a woman dress up even while running errands. Tell me, do you always wear skirts?â€￾

“Yes, it was something I learned from my dad. He always wanted me and my sister to dress nice, and of course insisted that my mother did as well. It’s just something that stayed with me I guess.â€￾

“It’s rare these days, but a nice change.â€￾

“Most men seem to appreciate it, but I like to please them, and it is still a man’s world out there,â€￾ she said with a smile. The Senator nodded, but as he did, the faint sound of a shoe clattering off the hardwood floor slowly came to his ears. It no sooner had reached his ears when he felt Jennifer’s nylon clad foot toying with his calf. With a look of surrender, Jennifer moved her foot up higher, using his legs as a guide until her foot was pressed tightly against the bulge in his trousers.

“Are you going to get me off with your foot,â€￾ he asked quietly, leaning over the table so that none of the other patrons could hear?

“If you would like? I can do something wonderful things with my feet,â€￾ she said as she wiggled her toes against pants covered scrotum.

Jennifer knew the senator must have liked what he saw, even as he squirmed under the pressure of her foot. She had spent considerable amount of time choosing what to wear for this man, and her stockings were no exception. Buying the most expensive pair she could find, Jennifer knew they looked sleek and smooth instead of grainy like the inexpensive brands. At the same time she was careful with her toe nail color choice, choosing a barn-red hue that contrasted nicely with the darkish fabric of her nylons. Now she wiggled her toes to let him see the effect of brightly painted toes wiggling with dark stockings before toying with his balls again.

Jennifer’s moment of glee was shattered when the Senator grabbed her foot roughly and began to grasp it. For a second Jennifer thought the Senator might have recognized her, but slowly the tight grip began to turn into more of a rub. Even as he held it tightly, Jennifer saw the Senator squirm and reach under the table with his other hand. Jennifer knew what he was doing when he finally pulled her foot ahead, stuffing her toes between the opened zipper. As he toes pressed up tightly against his engorged shaft, only the paper thin fabric of the stockings separated her bare skin from that of the Senator’s.

“Get me off,â€￾ he said leaning forward so only she could catch his simple statement.

Jennifer had given enough foot jobs to know that it would take two feet to do that. With a slight clatter she stepped out of her other pump and leaned back against her chair. It was awkward at best, and while the other patrons could not see what was occurring under the table, her body positioning was not exactly that of a couple having a formal diner together either.

Pressed tight against his shaft, Jennifer maneuvered her feet in time, and up and along his shaft. It was a difficult job, trying to capture the mans shaft between her insteps while rubbing. The Senator helped in this regard by gripping onto her feet and pulling them along his shaft.

Jennifer had always preferred being barefoot while giving a man a foot job, but she had given plenty to men who had a fascination for nylons. The Senator seemed to be such a man and the feeling of her rough, stockings as it made a slight zipping sound as it ran up and down his cock seemed to spurn him on. Already she could feel the vein running along his shaft length beginning to tighten, and several times she took her toe and traced this vein for his erotic pleasure.

As the Senator’s eyes began to close, and his feverish tugging of her feet along his cock began to increase, Jennifer knew he was close to coming. Gripping his shaft with expert skill, Jennifer held his shaft wither left foot, while stroking her right foot so that his shaft was captured between her big toe and fourth toe. After stroking several more times, Jennifer felt the man twitch and quickly shoved her foot up so that the head of his cock was under the ball of her right foot. She had no sooner captured it there when she felt the first powerful blast hit her foot and begin to soak into her nylons. Several more followed and she watched in awe as a man powerful enough to send a bill quickly through congress, became nothing more then a twitching pile of testosterone, overcome by sheer pleasure.

Jennifer slowly pulled her foot off his now softening shaft and slid her foot back into her shoe by toeing it into position with her left foot. Her soaked stockings clung to her feet and felt warm and sticky as she pressed against the floor to push herself into a more upright poison in her chair. As she did so, she could feel the man’s sperm press against the ball of her foot and ooze slowly between her toes. She cringed at the thought; at least from an emotional level. She detested this man with all her being, but on another level she had the proof she needed, she had loads of his DNA coating her toes, stockings and now inside of her black pumps.

“Thank you,â€￾ he said as he hefted his wine glass in a little toast.

“You’re welcome, but that’s just the tips of my toes,â€￾ she added with charm. “As I said, I don’t mind pleasing a man.â€￾

Upon seeing the waiter heading towards their table carrying a platter of food, Jennifer instantly knew her next move. It had been carefully choreographed a million times in her mind, and now she hastened to put down her wine glass and slip her hands underneath her skirt. For a moment all the Senator saw was Jennifer squirming in her seat, then reaching down under the table. What she had been doing became glaringly obvious when she pulled her panties off her legs and brought a black pair of lacey panties above the table and dropped them on the Senator’s plate.

“Jennifer, what are you doing,â€￾ the Senator uttered in a harsh whisper? People can see what you just did.â€￾ That was confirmed when a woman seated at the next table saw the lacey black panties bunched upon the plate and sucked in her breath rather loudly at the sight. Sitting on the Senator’s plate, and complete with a little wet spot from the slight turn on Jennifer had gotten from her expertly done foot job, the panties spoke volumes about what Jennifer’s role was later on that night. Timed to perfection, and right on cue, Jennifer picked up the plate as if it was a half eaten side salad and handed it to the waiter who had just arrived.

“Could you take this back to the kitchen please, the Senator and I are finished with these for the evening.â€￾ As the Waiter reluctantly took the plate, Jennifer only smiled at the Senator who was glaringly aware that the other patrons had watched the entire charade take place.

“Jennifer…â€￾

“What, that’s what you want isn’t it? To get in my panties tonight. To have sex,â€￾ she said as she began to tug down the top of her dress. “Why no, I don’t mind going topless for you Senator while we eat,â€￾ she said as her dress was pulled down so far, her breasts; without the benefit of a bra, sprang free in the open air. She said it as if the Senator had requested it, and in an instant a plethora of “oh my’sâ€￾, sprang up from the other patrons in the restaurant.

“Jennifer for God’s sakes pull up your dress. I am a Senator for Christ sakes, if any one sees you I am sunk…â€￾

“Sunk,â€￾ Jennifer asked in shock, but showed no sign of pulling up the top of her dress to cover her naked chest. “Sunk huh? Like you did me and my father? You don’t remember do you? The first election ever between you and my dad, when you had me followed, waiting for me to mess up so you could exploit it across the news and put yourself ahead of my dad in the polls. Oh yes Senator you are sunk. Most woman think back to their high school days and remember being in the backseat of a car with fond memories. I was pulled out half naked, arrested and charged with prostitution just so you could win an election.â€￾

“Yes, yes, so that was you huh. Well I am sorry, so lets get redressed here and we can discuss payment or something. We don’t need you…â€￾

“Having my topless picture with you strewn across the front page of the paper? Well it’s too late Senator. We have been photographed. I called the paparazzi, and they have got the whole thing. The footjob, the panties and of course me being topless.â€￾

“But how could you…Why?â€￾

“Because you killed my dad you scum. He couldn’t take the fact that everyone thought I was a hooker. His beautiful daughter; a hooker. He was not like you. He could have cared less about winning or losing the election, but to have everyone thinking his daughter was a prostitute, that was too much so he killed himself, all so you could win a stupid election.â€￾

“You bitch.â€￾

“Say cheese,â€￾ Jennifer said as she turned towards the front window of the restaurant wearing a big grin on her face. Somewhere beyond the pain of glass, a photographer’s flash resounded in the night sky.