Chapter 5 – Kyle

As I’m watching Diana slowly take bites of succulent lobster, with the fork slowly pulling out her mouth, my cock hardens. It was mesmerizing watching her eat, and I imagine what else she could do with that mouth.

I decided to eat some of my own food. I wasn’t really hungry but it would take my mind off of seeing my cock in her mouth – if only for a second.

 

“So come on Diana, tell me why you got into political journalism.”

 

She looks up at me again. She’d told me twice already this wasn’t up for discussion, but she was pissing me off, digging into my past. She smelled blood was ready to pounce on anything – any weakness, lack of fitness for office, I displayed. We were getting along great but I sure as hell didn’t trust her when it came to writing her columns.

 

“Oh I don’t know, I guess I had an idealism when I got out of college. I didn’t want to go into politics myself, but I wanted to as they say ‘change the world’. I figured journalism was the next best thing.”

 

Figures. An idealistic left wing bitch.

 

“So, have you ever had a job in the real world?”

 

She shot back at me in disbelief, furrowing her brow. “The real world, Mr. Swanson? Excuse me?”

 

“You know, the world of business. The people that create all this,” I said waving my fork around.

 

Her eyes became piercing daggers.

 

“Well, journalism is real. How would anybody know what’s going on if it weren’t for us? Seems like a strange way to put it. Kind of judgmental, Mr. Swanson”

 

I didn’t like the way she was calling me Mr. Swanson. “Kyle, call me Kyle. But you’re right, it was too judgmental, and I apologize.”

 

A wave of relief came over her face. I got up and walked over to the door, and closed it.

 

“Kyle, what are you doing?”

 

“I just thought we should have a little more privacy.”

 

Now its about 8:30, getting dark outside. The lit candles and open window here mean people across the harbor could see us fucking if I take her right now. I don’t fucking care. My cock is aching with desire. I walk behind her and start massaging her shoulders.

 

“Mmmm,” she can’t help herself and starts moaning. I lean down and move her hair away gently, and kiss her on the nape of the neck.

 

“You know what I want more than anything, Diana?”

 

“What’s that Kyle?” She says in a deep voice.

 

“To fuck you, right here.”

 

“That’s crazy Kyle. We’re in a restaurant.”

 

I moved my head to the right and nibbled on her ear. In a husky, low voice, I tell her “Yeah, but I own it, and can do whatever the fuck I want in this restaurant.”

 

She pulled away from me. Her words are heavy, as she tries to discourage me. “Look Kyle, I’m a journalist. A professional, and my job is to cover your campaign. We can’t have that kind of relationship, because my readers will suspect bias.”

 

Her voice quaked as she barked her pronouncements from on high. I knew her pussy ached as much as my cock. I longed to feel her heat, and plunge my cock deep inside as far as it would go.

 

She turned back around and I slid my hand down her stomach, down to her jeans. I moved it over the front of her crotch area, just gently rubbing. She starts moaning deeply. Even through her jeans, I can feel the radiant heat.

 

I unbutton her jeans. She isn’t wearing any belt, so I start to unzip them. Even in the candlelight I notice her cheeks flush as I slip my hand underneath her panties. When my fingers get down to her clit, she quivers as if receiving an electric shock. I hear her speak again in that heavy voice.

 

Kyle.

 

This is the moment I’ve been waiting for all day. I pull my hand out and pull the chair –with her in it, away from the table and into a dark corner away from the candlelight. Then I go around to the front and pull off her undone jeans.

 

I run my fingers around the edge of her panties, and then slip them underneath, parting her wet lips. My cock was pulsating furiously inside my pants, begging to be unleashed. Its so hard I’m afraid it will break if I don’t take them off.

 

Just as I inserted two fingers inside her she sits up and puts her hands on my shoulders.

 

“Kyle, I’m sorry. This isn’t appropriate. I’ll lose my job if we continue with his.”

 

Reluctantly, I pulled my hand away.

“OK Diana. But you know I’m going to fuck you. It’s just a matter of time.”

 

She covered her ears with her hands and shook her head. “No, we’re not going to happen. I’m calling Janet tomorrow and telling her to assign someone else to this job. Preferably a man.”

 

That sounded like music to my ears.

 

“Well then, if you’re not going to be covering me anymore…”

 

She shook her head again and pulled her jeans back on.

 

“Dinner was great Mr. Swanson. I learned a lot about you.”

 

“Are you going to write that column?”

 

“Yes, and I’ll text you when its up.”

 

She walked out the door looking pissed and a bit confused. I didn’t give a fuck though. She was proving to be a challenge, and if there’s one thing I enjoy it’s a challenge. Despite the talk I knew she’d be back, and I began thinking about how far I’d get next time.