Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

"Governor Greene," I answered, realizing Karen knew nothing of my rendezvous with Governor Greene back at Le Chateau Club and all that had happened after she'd whisked me away. "Sure it is," Sabrina said, her tone snarky.

"Seriously?" Karen asked, less doubtful and more curious. She knew Megan had connections.

I nodded 'yesy just as the Governor spoke. "Hi, Jenny."

"Hi, Governor," I replied, still feeling surreal that I was talking to her on the phone even as I flashed back to my magic night with her the weekend before last.

After leaving Megan at the club, I was escorted to a limo where Governor Greene was already waiting.

Once inside, she offered me a glass of wine and proposed, "A toast."

"To what?" I asked shyly, accepting the wine glass.

"To new friendships," she smiled, so warm and gracious.

"To new friendships," I agreed, as our glasses clinked.

I sipped my wine nervously as the limo drove away. The past couple of days had been overwhelming, but being in a limo with our state's governor, a woman I adored as a role model, was surreal... especially since I was pretty confident I was going to have sex with her not too long from now.

"Are you nervous, my dear?" she asked a moment later.

"A little," I said.

"Only a little?" she pressed with a disarming smile.

"Okay, a lot then," I laughed, already very comfortable with her.

Her hand went to my leg; it was so warm it sent chills up my back as well as icicling straight to my pussy.

"My friend Megan has told me a lot about you my dear, and I would love to get to know you better," she continued.

"Okay," I agreed, all my five-dollar words having been apparently withdrawn from my brain.

She laughed, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No, of course not, Governor Greene," I replied, trying to make a joke: "I hobnob with my feminist idols all the time."

"Touché. Please call me Daphne," she giggled (yes, actually giggled, believe it or not), her fingers making the smallest movements on my leg.

"O-O-Okay, D-daphne," I agreed, again sounding like a high school dropout.

"So, you are just recently coming to grips with your sexuality," she said.

"Yes Governor, I mean Daphne," I replied.

"You don't sound very sure," she said, not accusing, just gently drawing me out, but her hand a constant distraction.

"I'm pretty sure of the part about being a lesbian, but not at all sure about the coming to grips and what it all means part; it's all really new to me," I admitted. "I mean I knew I liked girls in theory, but theory has become reality in a pretty big way last night and tonight."

"It is a lot to take in, my dear," she smiled sympathetically.

"I'm not complaining," I giggled like the school girl I was.

"Nor am I," she countered, leaning in and kissing me.

I couldn't believe I was being kissed by the world's greatest feminist and Governor of my state! I closed my eyes and just allowed myself to let go and enjoy the moment. The kiss started soft and tender but slowly escalated to a more urgent raw passion. Our tongues explored as if we were in a cave without any light source. Eventually she broke the kiss and smiled, "You have such soft lips, my pet." "Thanks," I blushed at the compliment and the endearing pet designation.

"Are your other lips as soft?" she asked with a sly smile.

"I-I-I don't know," I stammered, surprised by her naughty innuendo. "Mistress Megan hasn't said."

"Well, only one way to find out," she said, as she pushed me gently against the back of the seat and lowered herself between my legs.

I stared, unable to believe that one of my feminist idols was about to go down on me voluntarily. She hadn't asked my permission, but I wouldn't want her to. "Thigh highs," she commented. "Very, very sexy, my pet."

"T-t-thanks," I barely got out as I felt her hot breath on my thigh.

"And going commando, you really are a deceivingly naughty little girl," she purred, her head going directly to my fevered, recently-shaved-for the-first-time pussy.

"I aim to please," I got out, trying to be playful and then cursing myself when I realized how lame I sounded.

"Oh trust me, I aim to find out exactly how true that is, my pet," she replied, before her tongue made contact with my pussy lips.

"Ooooh, God," I moaned on contact, the crazy submission to Big Rosie at the club having kept me near orgasmic bliss all night.

The next couple of minutes were pure ecstasy as she pleasured my pussy in ways I couldn't have ever imagined before. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once: on my clit, teasing my pussy lips and somehow inside me, too. My orgasm having been building steadily ever since she began pleasuring me, it was only a matter of time before I reached rapture. And when it came, my whole body trembled as I screamed, "Oh-oh-oh-oh-yeeeeeeees, I'm comiiiiiiiiiiiing!"

My whole body was throbbing with pleasure as I allowed my orgasm to run its course through me as Daphne graciously lapped up my freely flowing juices. (I probably keep saying that word, but everything about this icon was gracious, even more so than Megan!)

Eventually the glorious moment ended as Daphne moved from between my legs, moved up to me and kissed me. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I was utterly hers. Breaking the kiss, she purred, "You taste delicious, Jenny and yes, your other lips are like saturated velvet."

I blushed at the unique compliment from a woman I admired profusely. "T-t-thanks," I stammered, still feeling this was all a dream.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 05s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! She returned to her seat and said, "We'll be home in a couple of minutes, my pet."

"Okay," I agreed, ready to go anywhere with her. Looking at my hero, her face shiny with my cum, was so surreal and yet, undeniably it was all really happening. "What are you thinking?" she asked, demurely.

"I can't believe what just happened. You're my hero," I explained.

"Am I still?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I've worshipped you for years, and I still do now," I paused, surprised by my suddenly brazen thought, "And tonight I hope to worship you unconditionally." "Mmmmmmm," she purred, giving me another affectionate kiss, which only got me more excited. "You really are the most adorable little thing ever." "Thank you," I said.

The limo glided to a stop and a moment later the driver opened the door for us.

"Come, my pet, our night has just begun," she smiled.

I followed her out of the car and electricity coursed through my veins when she took my hand like we were sweethearts and led me towards her mansion. The door was opened just before we reached it by a very pretty black woman in a maid's outfit. "Good evening, Governor."

"Good evening, Layla," the Governor responded. "Can you please bring a bottle of Lewis Cabernet Sauvignon and a couple of wine glasses to my room?"

"Of course, Governor," the maid nodded and left.

Daphne led me upstairs and directly to what was obviously her bedroom... although hers was bigger than my entire house. She led me directly to the bed, smiled and said, "You're so beautiful." I blushed again, such compliments not something I was used to.

Sensing this, she continued, as she kissed my neck, "Let me guess, you dress very conservatively at school, don't you?"