Electing For her Curves

Like I know she should be, she should never have left.

My hand strays to my aching dick all over again, wanting to free it. To pleasure myself with her memory, but I know it would be useless.

Everything I have is for her now.

My seed is for her alone, needs to be inside her. With her coming hard on my cock as I plant it inside her fine body, running my hands all over her and telling her just how special she really is.

The phone rings loudly, breaking my concentration, and I snatch it up.

“Krystal?” I hear myself asking, but it’s not her.

It’s the dry cleaner, reminding me my suits and tuxedo are ready, something I’ll be needing for the official diner and ball tomorrow.

They won’t deliver for some reason, and judging from the short reception I get when I ask if they do, I’m starting to see just how much outsiders aren’t welcome if they plan on becoming Mayor.

Or helping themselves to the current Mayor’s only daughter…

“Well, I’ll pick them up tomorrow,” I announce, trying to sound cheerful but feeling the phone creak in my hand.

“We’re closed tomorrow. Close today at four,” they drawl with a fake apology before hanging up.

Guess I’ll collect them today, after all, can’t go to an official function dressed like this.

Dry cleaning isn’t at the forefront of my mind though, it’s not what I was thinking about.

Seems like the moment I saw her in person, Krystal is the only thing I can think about.

I find myself pacing again not soon after and being such a small town I don’t have to wait long to see Krystal again, who I assume has come straight over.

Hearing her car pull up and seeing her coming up those steps again so soon makes my chest ache and my groin start to swell all over again.

But what am I doing?

What possible reason can I give to demand she come straight back after leaving?

Seeing her chewing her lip at the door, looking like she’s almost pressing her legs together like she needs the bathroom sees I let her in without any questions from either of us.

A part of me wants to doubt a younger girl as hot as Krystal would ever go for an older guy like me, but at the same time…

The only thing I really feel like doing is bending her over my desk and stuffing my now hard again cock right up into her until she screams my name, coming hard on it as I fill her with my seed.

“You wanted me?” she practically whimpers, looking like she’s weak again, almost faint like before.

Ignoring my own arousal, which is obvious now, I try to think of a reason.

Our eyes locked and our combined breathing sounding like two asthmatics stuck in a paper sack in the middle of a dust storm.

I can tell she’s trying to say something, and I should say something too.

But our bodies gravitate closer as I feel myself bending down towards her face, helpless now as it feels like we’re two magnets who can’t help but be joined together.

Her eyes close, but I keep mine open.

I don’t want to miss a second of this for the-

“Mr. Silverthorn… Krystal!”

Her eyes shoot open and she gasps a different kind of sound as we both hear the familiar voice of her father for what feels like too many times on the same day for me.

And all at the wrong fucking moment.

She spins to face him, conveniently hiding my front which I feel her warmth against as she instinctively leans back into me just enough to draw a low groan from me.

“What the hell are you doing?” he almost shouts, turning an angry red, his hands knotted into fists as he stands shaking in the doorway.

I can feel Krystal trying to stammer a way out of this, and by pure instinct my hand slips into her skirt pocket, fishing out her phone.

I hold it up for her dad to see, exercising my trademark winning smile. Something which hasn’t failed me yet.

“Krystal left her cell phone behind, Mayor Newland,” I inform him, a matter of fact as I feel Krystal’s hand dart behind her, groping her pocket and brushing my extra hard stiffness which twitches under her touch.

“Her cell phone…” he parrots, sounding disappointed, looking to Krystal for confirmation as she pumps her head affirmatively while letting her hand linger just a second longer on my hot fat dick.

“Mmm hmm,” she squeaks as her dad looks from her eyes to mine, to the phone, and then back to me.

“Well uh… I got worried is all, Krystal. One minute you were in the office and the next you were gone,” he tells us both, frowning but buying our story.

Krystal takes a step forward, and taking the phone from me she turns around and thanks me quietly, also giving me some time to cover myself by picking up my jacket from the back of my chair.