Chapter 12: Closure and Beyond

Early Sunday morning, as our core group woke up, and the staff quietly put out the buffet, we realized that it was a time for pleasure, relaxing for complex political and sexual maneuvering later. The guys could look pleasant, but they couldn’t get to the delightful exhibitionism of our ladies.

The phone rang. I hesitated to take it but realized that only a few people would be put through. In this case, it was Miriam, professional yet excited. “Hi Arnold! I’m coming!”

Not being able to resist that straight line, with a leer in my voice, I told her, “I didn’t know you were turned on yet!”

“No, silly one. I will be later, and I’ll probably have some harsh words if I’m not coming. My friend Lynda probably will be annoyed as well, so maybe we’ll leave you hanging if we don’t get pleased.” She giggled. “Actually, I will be coming, but I have something serious to tell you. I’ve just gotten a promotion, in the White House Staff, from personal presidential secretary to Deputy Assistant to the President for Political Activities, specifically to be the liaison to the YRs and the DC party. So, I’ll still be getting over there today, but I’ll be the official liaison from the White House to the convention.”

“Wonderful! I’ll spread the word. Surely, we can spend some time exciting you as well as being political.”

“Yes you should, and don’t call me Shirley.”

I made eye contact with Tana, in her Jessica Rabbit look, with a captivating slit skirt and stockings. “Feeling nasty, I hope? Did you make it with some of the posse?”

Tana licked her lips. “Yes, indeed. I’m fragrant with some nice sloppy seconds.” We exchanged a deep kiss, and, without words, knew that we’d enjoy having her on my face to start, eating her out. Soon, Olivia came over and mounted me, taking me deep inside her. Both women appealed to my heels and hose fetishes.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lynda rubbing her chest over John’s face, and also climbing aboard. Mara snuggled next to them, stroking and licking. Ann, with great zest, began to eat her out. I told the group of Miriam’s news. Over the next hour or so, it still being early, we had lots of pleasant partner changes.

As much as my intimate acts would affect the upcoming political process, I had to focus on specifics for the convention. From my household, of course, Lynda, John, and Olivia would assist. We would have the insights of Tana, Mara, and their teams.

It wasn’t clear how things would happen, but I had a sense that Wilbur, Nikki, and I had a sense that Addie would be better off in our less manipulative environment. She certainly wouldn’t reject them.

We lounged, nibbling, and occasionally jumping into a small swimming pool.

Tomorrow, we’d be working to reorganize the convention. Nixon’s trip to China had made obsolete the original schedule, at least where foreign policy was concerned. Sessions concerned with things like domestic polling and campaigning would stay for the general attendees. Dennis Summer was the YRNF chair, who would be assisted by a convention chair, Randy Dallas. Randy had co-chairs for platform and activities. Once, the convention was to have had a stable schedule, but that was before disruptive policy shifts such as Mr. Nixon’s trip to China.

Many YRs were there only for bare-knuckled campaigning, often around candidates or kingmakers rather than issues. We knew that there would be at least two power-seeking threads in the convention. One would be the pure power influencing function led by Wilbur and other proteges of Roy Cohn like Paul Manafort. We might see some the bare-knuckled campaigning that would grow campaigners like Karl Rove and Lee Atwater.

There were an assortment of religious threads, and, rather to our surprise, Hettie could be a very charming, influential person. Other politicized religion variously were hypocritical gay-baiters who would later die of AIDS, and televangelists like Jerry Falwell. Falwell would later attack Jews like Howard Phillips and Catholics like Richard Viguerie. Viguerie had been the supreme direct mail fundraiser for conservatives.

Wilbur stopped by, to have his ladies stay with us while he was off deal making. Neither Nikki nor Addie really got political, although he might call on one or both if he wanted seduction. “Have them have fun with us but leave us out of your negotiations -- just make it deniable.”

He understood the need for separation. “If I get tensed up, I’ll contact Mara, and we might scene for my benefit. That’s for me and the ladies, not for my political operations.” I took Nikki and Addie aside, with Lynda and Mara. “We can have some fun, and for that matter more insight, today.” Soon, Lynda and I would find time to integrate Addie, and her special abilities, with us.

Our academic religion adviser, far too old for the YRs, had sent a very open-minded seminarian, Bob Rath. “The chairman hopes I can get some friendliness among Christian factions. Hettie is one of them. I did talk to her, and she’s really nice about it. There are very politicized groups that call themselves evangelical, but she’s a different kind. She starts out with what some groups call evangelizing by example -- following the teachings of Jesus to see if they attract people as good. She’s been doing some missionary things, domestically and abroad, that first do service like medicine and education and nutrition. Only after people have lives going well does she talk gently about religion, which she sees as a source of joy. That joy extends to sexual pleasure. I don’t totally understand the theology, but it works for her.”

“Bob, let me ask -- are you open to sexual participation, with her, and with others in her idea of shared joy? To be honest, we need more men.”

He laughed. “Oh, what a terrible fate. I think I can struggle through. Yes, I’ll try to find a couple of thoughtful but sexy college guys.”

Hettie stepped up the pool drama, first with the bright red Baywatch one-piece swimsuit, and then a red micro-bikini. I was impressed at her resemblance to Farah Fawcett. She had the same glamorous hair and face, and not quite a lifeguard look with deep cleavage and high-heeled sandals. In her cleavage was an interesting jeweled necklace with a cross.” I jumped in and played with her in the water.

The phone let us know that Miriam was in her room. She’d join us soon, coming via the internal hallway so she didn’t have to dress for the public.

We greeted her with hugs and happy sounds. Miriam definitely didn’t dress for the street, but in a clingy gown, slit high on her legs. While she definitely showed off substantial cleavage, Tana appreciated it -- and asked, “That’s making your legs look great. Am I guessing right that at the moment, they’re really erogenous for you?”

“I’m so glad you caught that. Oh, I’m happy and horny all over, but as great my news is, I’m hoping to get my hottest body parts stimulated!”

“Have no doubts.” I swept her up into my arms, letting her legs flow free. “If you haven’t figured in out, Miriam, while I’m in no rut, I have my own leg fetish.” Placing her on the big bed,, Lynda, attuned to my kinks, joined me in sensuously removing Miriam’s heels and hose, then, from a bag she had with her, slid her feet into gladiator stilettoes, with super-high heels, that looked great on the bed. John moved and mashed his mouth against Miriam’s, while Mara and Olivia exposed more and more skin.

Soon, Miriam was starting to writhe, as my mouth and Lynda’s mouth laved her thighs.

“Please, Arnold ... do it to my thighs!” I knew what she wanted. Lynda oiled Miriam’s inner thighs. Mara helped me aim my hardness between them. She pushed upwards so my erection pulled both on her upper thighs and lower labia. My hips thrust down to meet her upward movements, fondling her thighs. She gasped, “Let me finish you!”

Rising to my knees, Mara aimed me at Miriam’s face and helped me masturbate. Lynda kissed her face, then turned toward me, open mouth pointed at me. Miriam and I screamed into near-simultaneous climaxes. Tana licked the pearly semen from Miriam’s thighs, then exchanged it with Miriam and me. John came over and himself thrust to a next round of climaxes.

An exhausted, sated, happy Miriam lay back. “Thank you for satisfying my deepest fantasies.” We acknowledged her. Mara told her that Ann would delight to taste her mouth even more. “I myself would love to play with your legs, and maybe you with mine!”

The Delight of the Razor

Mara told me a surprise was coming up.

She asked, ““Can you stand more variety? Everyone has stayed fulling involved as the group grows.” We looked around and nodded. Pia and Lynda went to the main suite entrance and brought back a most interesting couple.

“Oh. My. God.” I flashed back six years, thinking of my frustrated lust over Dolores, a co-worker. How the hell did Lynda -- I was sure it was her -- find these fantasized women of my past?

Dolores was a co-worker at one of my earliest jobs, when I was 18, and she was in her mid- to late-twenties. It was a somewhat conservative defense contractor, but her mother was Director of Administration and protected her from undue criticism. She was a secretary and graphic artist, probably at the low end of skills, but seemed to be a genuinely nice person. I remembered her as rather seductive in the office, wearing about the shortest skirts that I had ever seen, and a tight sweater over large braless breasts. Her skirt and hose graced legs in metallic copper hose, matched with knee-high heeled boots. Her legs might be a little heavy, but she displayed them beautifully. Her hose probably were elastic, shaping them. Now, her full legs reminded me of Hettie’s. Above the skirt, her ribbed sweater was tight over large breasts, probably bouncy without a bra. Nipples became more and more apparent as we interacted.

She had teased “big hair”, of dark blonde. The hair color might or might not be natural. Her makeup was heavy. Overall, I got the sense of a woman that might be seductive at a honky-tonk. Glancing at Lynda, I realized that we both were thinking of a woman we knew, but hadn’t experienced in depth, Rose, who loved to do just that to get gangbanged in her van.

Olivia got my attention, even though my mouth was hanging open, “Not to ambush you, Arnold, but in addition to what you’ve told us, and we learn from our own searches, we’re trying to help you come to closure on a lot of things from your past. That isn’t unique to you, certainly with Lynda.

“You and Lynda have talked about how being ‘naughty or nasty’ is a great way to alleviate the traumas. From time to time, mostly in fantasies while the two of you played, you mentioned Dolores and your lust for her. Lynda, Mara, and I agree that lust is great.”

“We learned that Dolores loved to party and didn’t always separate that from the office. There were enough trade shows and informal client/prospect meetings that it was useful to have something of a party girl, or booth girl for the shows. You wondered how she got away with so much at work, and her outside activities, perhaps illegal, supporting your company were the reason.”

Dolores tonight

Her outfit tonight was not dissimilar from what I remembered from our work together. As with Shara, I didn’t know how to approach her and escalate the interaction.

A man whom I didn’t know followed her. Dolores told us, “Don is a naval aviator. You probably don’t know about things that he and his buddies do, especially at larger get-togethers including the Tailhook Association convention.

“One of their games is sensual shaving. Some of that can, with consent, be lots of fun. Depending on the woman, it might not go farther than leg shaving.

“Usually, I keep my bush trimmed, but I’ve been saving it to disappear almost completely, as a show for you.

“Before we start, Arnold, I don’t want you tense. I remember how you’d look longingly at me when we worked together but seemed afraid to make a pass. I’m sorry I didn’t make it clearer that a pass would be welcome or make one myself.”

Swinging her hips, she walked over to me. “At least get a good feel of what interested you.” Dolores, blatantly but pleasantly, wiggled her tongue at me, while cupping her tits under the sweater.

How could I resist that, now that my fears were mostly gone? I sat back in my chair, put my hands on her butt, and pulled her close. “For how many years, I wonder, have I wanted to taste you? Oh, I can calculate, but I prefer to say a long time.

“Am I right, now that I feel free to talk, that you like things naughty if not outright nasty?”

“You have it quite right, dear. Groups, watersports, and fetishes are lovely. I’m not into pain, humiliation, kids, scat or animals, but I’ve never objected to a voyeuristic cat. You can’t keep them out if they want.”

Don suggested that as many of us as practical go into the bathroom with the biggest [tub]. “Tub, not Jacuzzi, which don’t have the filters for shaving. Dolores, please undress and get into the tub. It’s best if the shave-ee spends some time in hot water first. The shave-er and staff still will apply shaving soap, and skin stuff afterwards.”

With a husky giggle, Dolores told us, “Guys, since I’m showing off here, I’d dig it if you talked dirty. I’m pretty unshockable.

“I hope we communicate better, Arnold, than when we worked together. In fairness, since I’m older, I probably should have made more of an effort to let you know that I’d welcome a casual pass. There was something about the way you admired my legs that turned me on. We both missed out.

“Is it too late? How about I go into the bathroom we picked, pose for you a bit, and then maybe get closer and take off my panties?” She shuddered happily. “I’m getting wet as is. I’d absolutely love you slurping me out, maybe stimulating me orally, and then swap nicely flavored spit. We might do stuff after that, of course.”

“Wow. I should introduce Don to some of our ladies here. Lynda, of course, is my partner. Addie has legs at least as spectacular as yours and has the advantage of a submissive style that will get her to hold still. Tana, Mara, Olivia, and Dorothy all are possible shaving candidates.” I was on a stool next to the tub. Dolores moved to me, swinging her hips. Dolores gave me a quick, affectionate hug. “Later, we’ll go to all-out fucking, and some other treats. But right now, I want you to make up for the time we lost, looking at me and fondling like we failed to do when we first knew each other.

“Let’s start with hugging and kissing, our mouths very active, and escalate from there. I remember fondly how you stared at me but didn’t want me to notice. Well, I’m going to suggest you stare at my tits, get me out of my sweater, and use your hands and mouth on them. Go wild and sloppy, not super sensual or romantic -- we can do that later. Please, dear. Trade spit. Lynda, join us!”

Her tiny suede skirt slid off, to reveal shapely if full hips and thighs that looked stuffed into her stockings. I was hardening anyway, but seeing her crotch, without panties, took me to fully erect. Lynda knelt briefly and applied her mouth to each of us.

Dolores raised a hand. “Aha! Before I go further, would someone bring my rolling suitcase?” Out of it, she pulled some shiny, black, very high heeled sandals strapped to the ankle. “We had waterproof plastic kinky shoes made. You can play with my stockings later, but now, I can be more naked than naked with some kinky shoes. Don will now move to our next game.”

Very carefully, Don poured a small amount of liquid into the tub. “This is bath oil, but not foaming. Put foaming oil into a whirlpool, and before long, a foam tsunami will chase you out.” He brought over a pile of washcloths and towels.

I slapped my head. “Love, would you go get our yellow friend? No, that’s not a derogatory Asian reference. You’ll understand in a minute.