Day 1: Someone’s Watching - Sex Stories

Day 1: Someone’s Watching

... bath into each one. She stood on the opposite side of them from George and slipped off her shoes. Then her hair clasps came out and the long black hair tumbled over her shoulders. She unbuttoned her form-fitting pencil dress and pushed it to the floor leaving her to pause in her black Lacey underwear.

“Your turn,” she challenged.

The PM started unbuttoning his shirt and kicked his shoes off. He dropped his trousers and removed his shirt and t-shirt to remain in his boxer briefs. Off came the socks as she peeled off her dark stockings.

By now the baths were filled enough and the bubbles almost overflowing. She stepped into her tub, still wearing her lingerie and settled down under the water. He did the same in his tub, getting settled under the bubbles before sliding off his shorts. He slung them over the end of the bath and she did the same with her black lace knickers. She looked around at the cameras and took a deep breath before unclasping her bra, removing it, and using her arm to shield her breasts until she gathered some bubbles around her again.

Both naked, beneath the bubbles, the PM and this unknown independent candidate were already starting to take the online comments sections by storm. The live statistics the production teams were getting, showed that the bedroom, where the other politicians were using the lack of beds as a showcase for their leadership and debating skills, was getting no views at all, while the Bathroom was breaking all livestream ...

... records.

“So what made you decide to run for Parliament this time round?” George asked his bathing buddy.

“I want to highlight the issue of period poverty, which means some women have to go without buying sanitary products in order to feed, or clothe themselves and their children.” She paused, expecting the PM to have glazed over or have a counterargument explaining why his government hadn’t already supported the idea.

“Go on?” he requested.

Emma hadn’t really prepared much more to say, but she was passionate enough about the issue that she didn’t hesitate to talk more.

“When I was growing up times were hard and I saw my mother and sisters improvising with cotton nappies and towels and cloths, because the weekly food bill was too high to allow for extra items like pads or tampons. Things had improved by the time I needed them, but in recent years it seems to have become so expensive to live here, that many women and girls are back in that same situation. They’re looking for alternatives, or simply staying home, missing work or school, with no dignified way to manage their monthly cycle.”

George knew very well about the issue of period poverty. He was the long-standing patron of a local charity that provided free sanitary products to schools and low-income families, but it had never been on the political agenda of his party.

“What do you suppose needs to be done?” He prompted her.

“First of all,” her enthusiasm was starting to show through her elegant ...