Can I count on your vote? - Sex Stories

Can I count on your vote?

It was a week before polling day and I was getting sick of all the election nonsense already. Walking home from work I passed poster after poster proclaiming this lot were doing it wrong, or that lot were doing it wrong. From my experience they were ALL doing it wrong, and it wasn't going to change anything come next Thursday. There was, however, one silver lining to the grey clouds. My local Green Party candidate, Caroline Hudgington was fucking HOT! Every time I passed one of her posters I couldn't help but smile, with her wavy blonde hair, her pale blue eyes and winning smile, she was going to get my vote for sure... the fact that it looked like she had a great set of tits didn't hurt either. More than once I've found myself waking up at night with her on my mind and a great pulsing hard on in my hand, well I'm only human! I got home, threw my keys on the side table and headed up stair for a shower, it had been a long hot day and I needed to refresh. After the shower I put on my loose comfy shorts and an old t shirt and headed back downstairs, thinking about making some food. I'd just put the pasta in the pan when the door bell rang. I brushed back my still wet hair and pulled the door open, and there she was, Caroline Hudgington, my local Green Party candidate and the object of my wank fantasies for the last few weeks. The smile on her face made my cock twitch even before she spoke. "Hi, I'm Caroline Hudgington, your local Green Party candidate, I was wondering if you'd ...

... decided on who you were going to vote for next week?" For a second I couldn't speak, was I still in the shower having another wank fantasy? No she was really there, and she was starting to look a little worried that I'd not spoken. I quickly drew back from the abyss. "Yes I know who you are, I've seen the posters all over town." Her smile wavered once more, "Oh no, they're not too much are they, I told them not to put too many up... sorry if it's all been a bit overkill" "Oh no not at all, they've brightened my day." The words escaped me before I knew what I was saying and I flushed a little red. I looked at Caroline and she too flushed a little. I could hear my pasta boiling over back in the kitchen. "Um, sorry but my dinner is boiling over... would you like a cup of tea and we can discuss your policies?" Her shoulders lowered a little and she smiled once more "You know I'd love one, I've been on my feet all day, and it's been a LONG day" I ushered her inside and showed her to a chair at the kitchen table. I took the pasta off the hob and filled the kettle. I turned back to Caroline as she looked through her bag for some leaflets. She looked amazing. Her business suit was professional but with a definite edge of sexiness, the black jacket covered her nice white top which accentuated her full breasts, her short, but not too short, skirt flashed a glimpse of thigh as she crossed her legs. I forced myself to turn back to the tea as she looked up, my cock was having ideas of it's ...