Something More Ch. 2
Title: Something More
Author: jesi76082
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing! ( :
They rode in a limo, escorted by a ton of secret service agents. Luckily, the only one in the limo was in the front seat, and there was an entire Plexiglas window between them. CJ kept herself pressed to the right side of the car, trying to stare at anything but Abbey.
She was failing miserably.
Occasionally her eyes would trail over the plush leather and rest on Abbey’s knee. The First Lady was in an above-the-knee pencil skirt in black that greatly accentuated her tanned legs. CJ felt her cheeks glowing red. She didn’t know what she was doing- and she had no idea where her new feelings for the First Lady were coming from.
Abbey wasn’t helping her situation, either. Every few minutes she would turn her head in CJ’s direction and give her a gleaming smile and a wink. Occasionally she would flip her hair back and run her fingers through it…something that drove CJ to grip the edge of the seat.
“Something wrong, Claudia Jean? You know, I seem to be asking you this question a lot lately.”
CJ shook her head and managed a smile.
“You’re being awfully quiet today, Claudia.”
Abbey had the twinkle back in her eye that CJ loved so much.
CJ, stuck dumb, just nodded as Abbey laughed.
Soon enough they fell into another awkward silence as the ride continued. Thankfully for CJ, it didn’t last much longer.
“SAKS?”
Abbey smiled at her as they stepped out in front of the store.
“Yes, Claudia. You like it, don’t you?”
CJ nodded. “I love it.”
Abbey patted her on the back, sending a tingle up her spine.
“Be good and I might get you a little something.”
CJ chuckled as she followed Abbey into the store.
The lights bounced off high-price couture on every mannequin. Shoes from Prada, Chanel, and every other well known designer in the world glittered out at CJ like candy to a child. It seemed that Abbey had the same reaction. She immediately grabbed CJ’s hand and dragged her to a display.
“Now, which ones should I get?”
“Well, shouldn’t you pick the dress first?”
Abbey laughed.
“No, darling. I always start with shoes, always.”
CJ decided to humor her, “Why?”
She winked.
“Because good shoes ooze sex.”
Thankfully, Abbey moved ahead of CJ before she could catch that her mouth had fallen wide open.
“Now…” Abbey walked towards a Chanel display, “these are absolutely perfect.”
CJ looked at the shoes Abbey was holding out before her. They were black satin pumps with cream accentuations in typical Chanel fashion. The one strap was fashioned out of ribbon and tied together in a loose bow.
“What do you think, Claudia Jean?”
CJ smiled, “They’re perfect, Abbey.”
“They’re yours.”
CJ was taken aback.
“What?”
Abbey smiled.
“We’ll find you a dress, and you’re wearing them tonight.”
Abbey stalked off towards another display as CJ called after her.
“Where am I going tonight?!”
“With my husband and I to meet his old friends.”
CJ caught up with her somewhere between Balenciaga and Prada.
“But- why would I come?”
Abbey smiled.
“My husband isn’t stupid. He knows I’m not going to show up and ‘chat’ with his friends’ wives about nonsensical nonsense. You’ll come and keep me entertained.”
CJ nodded, “Sounds okay to me.”
In fact, it was more than okay with CJ. Seeing the First Lady in a beautiful gown and chatting the night away with her was beginning to sound like the time of her life.
“Now, Claudia, I’ve found my shoes and we must find a dress.”
The First Lady led her to a beautiful display of evening gowns in the back of the store.
“Aren’t the beautiful?”
CJ nodded.
“Now, where should be start, Claudia Jean? I think…” she walked over to a display, “you would look good in black.”
CJ followed her to the display and watched the First Lady as she carefully fingered each dress. Normally CJ would say that florescent lights were normally damaging to the female appearance, but Abbey only shined under them. Her soft smile made CJ melt into the floor and temporarily lose her track of thought.
Abbey swung around unexpectedly and held out a beautiful, black dress to CJ.
“Try it on.”
CJ obliged and walked into the dressing room that had been prepared for them by an attendant. She hung up the dress and pulled off her shirt. Suddenly, the door opened. CJ frantically tried to cover herself as she saw Abbey come into the dressing room and shut the door behind her.
“I found one, too. You’re not prudish, are you Claudia Jean?”
CJ couldn’t say no when Abbey had that twinkle in her eye.
As they began to strip their clothes, CJ was having a very hard time not peeking around at Abbey. A really, really hard time. In fact, she was failing terribly. Several times she caught small glimpses of flesh in the mirror, and would have to look back for more. Abbey’s toned back was completely bare, and inviting to CJ’s eyes. She would have to try very hard not to drool. It wasn’t until CJ was down to her underwear that she truly remembered who she was in the dressing room with. It was the idea of being naked in front of the First Lady of the United States that caused her to stumble in her attempts to pull the dress on quickly.
Seeing her pathetic attempts, Abbey chuckled.
“Need help, darling?”
CJ looked up from her place on the floor.
The First Lady was topless.
Topless. In front of her.
CJ gaped. Abbey had beautiful breasts. They spilled out nicely over her taught flesh, and were large, and clearly firm. The President was a lucky man.
Realizing it had been several seconds since Abbey had spoken, CJ nodded and tried to look at anything but Abbey’s breasts.
“Yes….sorry, I must have bumped my head.”
Abbey simply nodded, smiled, and reached out to give CJ a hand. She grasped it, and CJ felt a tingle run up her spine. Slowly, she got to her feet.
“Now, Claudia Jean, let’s see that dress on you.”
Author: jesi76082
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing! ( :
They rode in a limo, escorted by a ton of secret service agents. Luckily, the only one in the limo was in the front seat, and there was an entire Plexiglas window between them. CJ kept herself pressed to the right side of the car, trying to stare at anything but Abbey.
She was failing miserably.
Occasionally her eyes would trail over the plush leather and rest on Abbey’s knee. The First Lady was in an above-the-knee pencil skirt in black that greatly accentuated her tanned legs. CJ felt her cheeks glowing red. She didn’t know what she was doing- and she had no idea where her new feelings for the First Lady were coming from.
Abbey wasn’t helping her situation, either. Every few minutes she would turn her head in CJ’s direction and give her a gleaming smile and a wink. Occasionally she would flip her hair back and run her fingers through it…something that drove CJ to grip the edge of the seat.
“Something wrong, Claudia Jean? You know, I seem to be asking you this question a lot lately.”
CJ shook her head and managed a smile.
“You’re being awfully quiet today, Claudia.”
Abbey had the twinkle back in her eye that CJ loved so much.
CJ, stuck dumb, just nodded as Abbey laughed.
Soon enough they fell into another awkward silence as the ride continued. Thankfully for CJ, it didn’t last much longer.
“SAKS?”
Abbey smiled at her as they stepped out in front of the store.
“Yes, Claudia. You like it, don’t you?”
CJ nodded. “I love it.”
Abbey patted her on the back, sending a tingle up her spine.
“Be good and I might get you a little something.”
CJ chuckled as she followed Abbey into the store.
The lights bounced off high-price couture on every mannequin. Shoes from Prada, Chanel, and every other well known designer in the world glittered out at CJ like candy to a child. It seemed that Abbey had the same reaction. She immediately grabbed CJ’s hand and dragged her to a display.
“Now, which ones should I get?”
“Well, shouldn’t you pick the dress first?”
Abbey laughed.
“No, darling. I always start with shoes, always.”
CJ decided to humor her, “Why?”
She winked.
“Because good shoes ooze sex.”
Thankfully, Abbey moved ahead of CJ before she could catch that her mouth had fallen wide open.
“Now…” Abbey walked towards a Chanel display, “these are absolutely perfect.”
CJ looked at the shoes Abbey was holding out before her. They were black satin pumps with cream accentuations in typical Chanel fashion. The one strap was fashioned out of ribbon and tied together in a loose bow.
“What do you think, Claudia Jean?”
CJ smiled, “They’re perfect, Abbey.”
“They’re yours.”
CJ was taken aback.
“What?”
Abbey smiled.
“We’ll find you a dress, and you’re wearing them tonight.”
Abbey stalked off towards another display as CJ called after her.
“Where am I going tonight?!”
“With my husband and I to meet his old friends.”
CJ caught up with her somewhere between Balenciaga and Prada.
“But- why would I come?”
Abbey smiled.
“My husband isn’t stupid. He knows I’m not going to show up and ‘chat’ with his friends’ wives about nonsensical nonsense. You’ll come and keep me entertained.”
CJ nodded, “Sounds okay to me.”
In fact, it was more than okay with CJ. Seeing the First Lady in a beautiful gown and chatting the night away with her was beginning to sound like the time of her life.
“Now, Claudia, I’ve found my shoes and we must find a dress.”
The First Lady led her to a beautiful display of evening gowns in the back of the store.
“Aren’t the beautiful?”
CJ nodded.
“Now, where should be start, Claudia Jean? I think…” she walked over to a display, “you would look good in black.”
CJ followed her to the display and watched the First Lady as she carefully fingered each dress. Normally CJ would say that florescent lights were normally damaging to the female appearance, but Abbey only shined under them. Her soft smile made CJ melt into the floor and temporarily lose her track of thought.
Abbey swung around unexpectedly and held out a beautiful, black dress to CJ.
“Try it on.”
CJ obliged and walked into the dressing room that had been prepared for them by an attendant. She hung up the dress and pulled off her shirt. Suddenly, the door opened. CJ frantically tried to cover herself as she saw Abbey come into the dressing room and shut the door behind her.
“I found one, too. You’re not prudish, are you Claudia Jean?”
CJ couldn’t say no when Abbey had that twinkle in her eye.
As they began to strip their clothes, CJ was having a very hard time not peeking around at Abbey. A really, really hard time. In fact, she was failing terribly. Several times she caught small glimpses of flesh in the mirror, and would have to look back for more. Abbey’s toned back was completely bare, and inviting to CJ’s eyes. She would have to try very hard not to drool. It wasn’t until CJ was down to her underwear that she truly remembered who she was in the dressing room with. It was the idea of being naked in front of the First Lady of the United States that caused her to stumble in her attempts to pull the dress on quickly.
Seeing her pathetic attempts, Abbey chuckled.
“Need help, darling?”
CJ looked up from her place on the floor.
The First Lady was topless.
Topless. In front of her.
CJ gaped. Abbey had beautiful breasts. They spilled out nicely over her taught flesh, and were large, and clearly firm. The President was a lucky man.
Realizing it had been several seconds since Abbey had spoken, CJ nodded and tried to look at anything but Abbey’s breasts.
“Yes….sorry, I must have bumped my head.”
Abbey simply nodded, smiled, and reached out to give CJ a hand. She grasped it, and CJ felt a tingle run up her spine. Slowly, she got to her feet.
“Now, Claudia Jean, let’s see that dress on you.”