"Like a fresh drink?" he asked, stopping just short of her and taking her glass gently from her.

"Uh, yes," Elaine stammered, surprised at the man's pleasant style. He was every inch a gentleman. Yet the blonde could sense the power and sensuality behind his politeness. All this made her want to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders and beg him to drag her off to the bedroom and rip her clothes off.

"Here you go," Sam said, handing her back her glass. Elaine took another large drink while she stared at Sam's ruggedly handsome face. His eyes were his best feature – innocent-looking, yet direct and probing. They seemed to sparkle more brightly with every passing second, while the blonde could feel the sparks of electric sexuality jumping over to her swaying body. God, how she wanted to feel his cock plowing through her matted jungle of swampy cunt hairs!

"I, uh, busy tonight?" Elaine asked, desperately trying to think of some kind of small talk.

"Not as busy as I want to be in a few seconds," Sam said, grinning sheepishly at Elaine as he reached out and touched her lightly on the arm.

"Ohhh," Elaine moaned feeling her body explode at his touch. She wanted him to fuck her so badly now, she could have screamed it out to the world.

"You're hot, aren't you?" Sam asked, his voice growing husky and thick as Elaine nodded.

"I… I don't usually do this," she said, feeling like a complete idiot after she'd said it. It sounded like one of those corny lines from grade-B movies. The reluctant virgin and the sophisticated congressman! Well, Sam might be worldly, but Elaine was no virgin. She knew what to do, and could put any man through his paces if she wanted to.

"Sure, sure, baby," Sam whispered thickly as he bent forward and kissed her lightly on the neck. Elaine shuddered with unbearable pleasure. She his hot, wet lips slide down her neck to her throat, then down to the tops of her mammoth jugs that protruded slightly over the top of her low-cut pink slip-over sweater.