You get rid of your guests

Standing there by your side door, your back against the wall and Sam’s sizeable tits pressing hard enough against your chest that they’re about as flattened as they can get, you experience a sense of dread as you grow more and more certain that you can recognize the three voices.

“Oh, put that down!” You can both hear the older woman sounding annoyed, and Sam once again makes a funny noise right into your chest as she struggles not to laugh.

“Right,” the second man sounds quite embarrassed, and there’s a little pause before he continues on, “I’m going to try calling John.”

“Good idea,” the first man replies, and a few moments later you can hear from your living room the sound of your cell phone ringing.

“Wait, I think I can hear it,” the first man’s speaking while the shadow of someone trying to get a look through the window appears again, prompting you to place your hands against the finely curved small of Sam’s back and push her even tighter against you to keep from being spotted. Instead of struggling not to laugh, Sam is now moaning softly into your chest. Of course, about a nanosecond after pulling her closer, you also remember that your dick has reacted to you being embraced by a gorgeous and statuesque – not to mention effectively topless – redhead, and that you’ve just pulled her crotch tighter against yours, bringing the bulge of your semi-erect cock up against the front of her bikini. Thus, you quickly slacken your wrists to allow Sam to pull back a little if she wants to, and gasp softly when she makes no motion to do so.

“Wait here, I’m going to go out there and get rid off them,” you whisperingly tell the top of Samantha’s head, getting a good whiff of the smell of her hair as you inhale afterwards.

“While the phone’s still ringing?” Samantha whispers back at you, once she’s pulled back her head to meet your gaze. Thanks to her being 5’9, there really isn’t that much of a height difference between you.

“Good point,” you smile sheepishly, without Sam breaking off eye contact and her arms remaining wrapped round your back while your hands are still on the small of her back and you struggle not to notice your hardening member constantly brushing against her sex.

As the phone keeps ringing, Samantha locks her arms round your neck, and as she’s reaching up and tilting her head to the left, you lean forwards a little and tilt yours the other way. The thought occurs to you that you probably shouldn’t be doing this, for all sorts of reasons, but it does so just as Samantha’s lips brushes against yours for the first time, followed shortly by the tip of her tongue. Seconds later, the two of you are locked in a kiss that becomes very passionate almost immediately, your tongues meeting while Sam wiggles and writhes ceaselessly in an attempt to somehow tighten your embrace even further, causing you to moan into her mouth as her firm, heavy tits drag back and forth across your chest, complete with a tearing noise ever so often as the motion and pressure combine to further expand the tear. Getting up on her toes, Sam lets her wet tits ascend up your chest while the back of your head bumps gently against the wall due to the changing angle. More importantly though, the lax manner in which you’ve been keeping your hands on the small of her back to allow her the freedom to pull away easily now means that as she moves upwards, your hands are travelling down onto her bubble butt. With it effectively in your hands already, you can’t resist the temptation of exploring Sam’s ass a little, and she’s moaning into your mouth when your left hand slides down her right asscheek before you dig your fingers into it, clasping it with relatively firm hold and doing your best to register what it feels like to have your hand filled with one of Samantha’s firm but wonderfully supple buttocks.

When she sinks back on her feet, you’re worried that she objects to what you’re doing, but as your hand moves upwards you’re met with the sound of a muffled “Uh-uh!” flowing into your mouth while Sam shakes her head as much as she can without having her lips completely lose contact with yours. You wisely move your hand downwards again, which causes Sam to renew her efforts to press herself as close as humanly possible against you. As the two of you resume your kissing, you let your hand wander down to the lower curvature of Samantha’s right asscheek, then cup it again, wondering once more while you pull it aside how a woman can be so athletic and curvy all at once.

“John! ARE YOU IN THERE?!” The first man suddenly cries out, unknowingly causing Sam and you to break off your kiss.

“Dick, you really thing shouting will work when he isn’t answering the phone?” The woman asks, giving you the name of one of your visitors, and strengthening your suspicions as to who they are. At the same time, you remember that the door’s unlocked and that your visitors have already tried knocking on it and calling your phone without any response, nor are they getting any now that they’ve switched to shouting. The hose, like they mentioned, is still running, and you’ve “obviously” abruptly stopped cleaning your car without finishing it. At this point, you couldn’t really blame them if they decided that something might have happened to you and tried the door. So you’ll have to get rid of them somehow, without Sam being seen.

Speaking of Sam, her cheeks have quite a bit more colour about them now as you look at her and nod towards the window, and she gives you a little nod in return before the two of you slip round each other so it’s her that has her back to the wall. Adjusting your shorts in an effort to hide your erection, something which makes Sam release a quiet little chuckle, you head over to the nearby window and open it.

“Hi guys, sorry it took a little while,” you lean out of the window and greet Richard ‘Dick’ Ingersoll, Isaac Dubinsky and Monica Jimenez – prominent members of the state’s Democratic party and all of them involved with your campaign. They are definitely not on the list of people who would be happy finding you in Samantha Kendrick’s arms.

“John, are you alright?” Monica asks.

“Yeah, I just… got something in my eye washing my car and had to take care of it,” In the corner of your eye, you see Sam bring her hand in front of her mouth to hold back another laugh.

“I haven’t kept you waiting too long, right?” You rush to add, hoping to change the subject as quickly as possible.

“No more than a couple of minutes,” Isaac – he was the one who found Sam’s bikini top – replies.

“Then you must have showed up just as I had to run inside,” While lying to your three visitors, something which you’re not comfortable with at all, you notice that your erection is fading quickly. Apparently, the clear and present danger of your political career being destroyed before it’s even begun and having to lie to people whom you respect can both be added to your personal list of major turn-offs.

“And I left the hose running too,” You move to the door and open it, the brief look of panic on Sam’s face as you grab the door handle strengthening your suspicions that she normally has a lot more modesty that what she displayed when changing into the t-shirt in the middle of your driveway. It’s enough to make you smile.
You’re quick to close the door behind you and start walking over towards the spigot in the front yard, drawing your visitors away from the side door and the window. Hopefully, this will give Sam the opportunity to slip upstairs undetected, and to let her know that she has the chance to do so, you make sure to keep talking as you walk down the driveway.

“So, what brings you here?” You try your damnedest to sound relaxed while noticing how Sam’s discarded bikini top is now lying on the hood of your Fiesta and looking away in the hopes that you won’t draw any attention to it.

“Really, it’s just a social call,” Dick says, “We were passing by on the way back from lunch and decided to drop in to see how you’re doing.”

“Good,” you smile at them while turning the water off, “I’m doing well, just a little busy at the moment.”

“Actually,” Isaac starts, “we do have a little more information on your competitor.”

“Really?” Now you’re genuinely interested.

“Yes, you’re actually running against a woman. Sam is short for Samantha,” As Isaac tells you this, you’re silently hoping that you’ve always underestimated your poker face, “And it looks like it might be a pretty tough one. Samantha Montserrat Kendrick is a Harvard graduate on a Basket scholarship. BA in political science and an MBA . Was a pretty successful big business lobbyist. And she recently retired to move to this district and run for the same seat as you.”

“Right.”

“She’s smart, well-educated, and photogenic,” Isaac summarizes, “Like I said, this might be a tough one.”

“Sounds like you’re right,” you nod and don’t have to fake your concerned look, “I’ll make sure to read what you sent and then we’ll have to come up with some kind of strategy.”

“You’ll be available later in the week?” Monica’s the one asking.

“Definitely, I’ll make sure to be available whenever you guys need me,” You ride your bluff for all it’s worth by adding, “Or if you want, I can get dressed now and come with you…”

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Dick interrupts you, turning his head ever so slightly in the direction of your car, “We’ll see you in a couple of days.”

You’re pretty certain that normally, they’d stick around for longer than just a couple of minutes, to at least carry out an initial discussion on how to best handle your opponent.

“John,” Monica’s the one speaking now, and she’s got the look of a concerned head mistress about her, “you won’t be doing anything in your personal life that the GOP can attack you over, right?”

“Don’t worry,” Your guilty conscience flares up and prompts you to give some further assurances that are probably not necessary, “I don’t have a significant other to cheat on, and I have no interest in one-night stands.”

“Good,” Monica still looks sceptical.

“I’ll focus all my energy on the campaign and my work,” You promise, your conscience causing you to lie again.

With nothing else to discuss, your visitors having fulfilled the purpose of their social visit and apparently seeing no reason to stick around any longer than necessary, you all say your goodbyes and you make sure to watch them leave before heading back inside the house.

“Sam!”

“I’m upstairs! Give me a second to get dressed!” Sam replies, her voice sounding like it’s coming from your bedroom.

“Dressed?!” What did you miss now?

“I didn’t want your sheets to get wet!” Sam cries out, and you groan. It would have been nice to have been there the first time that she laid topless in your bed. And she apparently takes your wager seriously enough to get back into a soaked t-shirt. Which reminds you, you’ve won the second wager and need to come up with a forfeit.

“Oh… damn it!” Sam cries out again, though this time she sounds much more annoyed.

“You okay?” You climb up the bottom few steps of the staircase before stopping.

“This damn thing keeps ripping!” Sam explains, still out of sight, and you can’t help but howl with laughter.

“That had better not be the sound of you laughing, Hometown!” Is the warning coming from your bedroom.

“Sorry, Red!”

“Good… Because I feel silly enough as it is,” Sam says as she appears at the top of the stairs.

“Wow,” The reverence on your face at the sight of her makes Sam light up in a happy smile that only has her looking even more beautiful. As you gawk at the curvy redhead, you’re once again comparing what you’re seeing with the classic Powergirl outfit. In comparison with that, Sam’s ‘boob window’ is wider but lower, at this point reaching straight across her chest to reveal the bottom portions of both her breasts, and have begun to expand onto their sides. At the same time, it’s expanded upwards to reach her areolae and her nipples are in severe danger of being exposed any second now. And of course, the parts of the t-shirt that’s still are still intact are clinging tight to Sam’s bust while soaked to the point of being see-through anyway.

“So,” Stepping her way down the stairs but stopping when she’s about halfway, Sam grins at you to signal that the teasing is about to resume, “you have no interest in one-night stands?”

“Uh, what?”

“You left your bedroom window open,” Samantha explains. She’s no longer bothering with trying to pull the t-shirt down, leaving the hemline in place above her bellybutton and showing off her nicely toned belly.

“Ah.” You wonder how much of the conversation that she overheard.

“So is it true?” Sam climbs a little further down the stairs.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “that’s one thing at least that I didn’t lie about.”

“Do you want me to leave?” Great, so apart from being smart, funny and almost ridiculously attractive, your Republican opponent has no problems reading your emotions and sensing that you’re troubled. God clearly has a sense of humour and you dearly wish he didn't.

“No,” Shaking your head, you manage to smile at Sam, “I definitely don’t want you to leave.”

“Good,” the look of concern fades from Sam’s face.

“If you did, who’d finish washing my car?” You quip.

“Now who’s wicked!” Sam cries out, but doesn’t seem too angry, judging from how she’s grinning happily at you.

“That reminds me,” you say, “I did win that second wager too.”

“You did,” Sam concedes and glances towards the ripped and drenched t-shirt, while you back away to give her room to join you in the hallway. Considering how competitive she is, it's a relief to see that this is twice now that she's handled her defeat gracefully.

“And I never specified what your forfeit would be,” Somewhere during her descent down the stairs, you’ve decided that the honourable thing to do is to at least give Sam the chance to pick her own forfeit.

“You didn’t,” Suddenly, Sam sounds a little tense. Is she looking for a way out of your wager, or does she disapprove of you trying to offer her one? If you were to guess, it’s probably the latter, but you still press on carefully, your reason being that it’s better to err on the side of caution than to risk making her feel uncomfortable or cornered.

“It does seem a little unfair, doesn’t it?” You try, but it doesn't seem to have any effect on a suddenly very determined-looking Sam.

“Maybe,” Sam replies, stepping out of the staircase and crossing her arms underneath her chest, thus blocking your view of much of the rip, “But that’s my fault for agreeing to the wager without making you tell me what it was.”

“And since I did accept it and I lost, I’ll have to do anything you want,” After firmly shutting down your attempts to offer her mercy and cutting that discussion short, Sam smiles mischievously at you again and uncrosses her arms. From where you’re standing, it looks like she’s pushing her chest out, an impression that’s reinforced by the sound of worn-out cloth tearing and her left nipple popping out underneath the rising tear.

“Anything?” Your confusion at Samantha being so uncompromising about her having lost and thus being at your mercy is probably showing on your face.

“Anything,” Sam meets your gaze head-on and doesn’t so much as flinch.

“That means I have an awful lot to chose from,” Unwittingly, you open yourself up for some more teasing from the fiery redhead.

“If you want me to list them all in alphabetical order…” Seizing the chance to tease you and running with it, Sam’s smile intensifies and one of her eyebrows go up, “I’m pretty sure anal sex comes first…”

“Want me to go on?” She asks you, almost pulling off her tone of mock innocence right up till the moment that she has to break eye-contact and snort with laughter at the sight of you standing there looking like you’re in danger of having some sort of seizure.