That feeling of being touched, clutched at as she walked through the density of the crowds, or passed them in a slow motorcade. Tim Cassidy was not even Senator yet, but the crowd sensed that he soon would be … that they in effect would be the ones to elect him and see that he got the position. From District Attorney of Grandville to Senator was not an unusual step, but for such a young man, and so good-looking… it was exceptional. They knew a winner when they saw one, all right!
That was the feeling throughout the state, and with the election a few short months away the campaign was in full swing.
Slyvie's long, tanned legs felt just a bit unsteady as she hurried down the stairs. Somewhere in a separate part of the house there were servants, and she fervently hoped they would remain there. She did not want to have to face another one of them that day. She knew that behind their pleasant subservient expressions they were watching her coldly, probably thinking dreadful things about her. She was sure that they talked about her, too… that they probably knew that Tim hadn't touched her in weeks. Servants always knew such things, of that she was sure.
Sylvie felt a familiar aching in her loins as she walked barefoot across the tiled terrace after traversing the big heavily furnished living room. The tiles were burning hot from the August sun and she ran to reach the smooth grassy lawn that continued for a way behind the house and finally turned into the tall grass of the dunes that signaled she had arrived at the beach. She looked back at the big sprawling house. The Family "Meetingplace" the papers called it, and of course they were right. At any one time it was not unusual for the house to be filled with not only Tim and herself, but Tim's two bachelor brothers, Ron and Erick, and their various school buddies and girl friends…
Not to mention the mother of them all, Thelma Cassidy, who was apt to pop in for a week's stay with her sons at any moment.
It was nothing at all like ordinary married life, Sylvie thought for the millionth time as she felt her feet sinking into the sand which was hot, but not unbearably so. The house was comparatively empty now. Only Erick, the youngest of the three brothers was around somewhere, Ron, the middle brother, having gone along on the trip with Tim, in his capacity as campaign manager. It was a tight knit little family, and sometimes Sylvie wondered if she would ever really fit into it. She felt she stuck out like a sore thumb, and on more than one occasion each member of the family let her know that so far she was not working out as they had hoped when she married Tim in a glittering ceremony only a year before.
Tim, too, had told her of this, and they had had a bigger argument than usual just before his departure for this upstate swing. He had counted on her coming. "Those housewives up there want to see what my wife looks like," he'd yelled at her, "and there's a bunch of school children in Middleton waiting to present you with flowers or something … What do you mean, you can't come?"
"I just can't, Tim… not this time… I just have to stay home this time!" That was what she had told him, and finally it had been arranged that she would stay. She'd seen him and his brother, Ron, off at the airport, and all the cameras had filmed her smiling and radiant as usual, and she'd returned to the real emptiness of her life.
Ron had told her with a terse smile before dying her a peck on the cheek, "This state is dying to elect a Senator that looks like he really gets laid, baby, and you're our ticket to ride. Get some rest and shape up, huh?"
The words still burned like hot coals in her mind, even now as she walked along the waters edge, the water from the bay spraying at her toes, and her long dress whipping against the smooth curvaceous contours of her body, outlining the details of her firm breasts, and the sensuous line of her hips and thighs. They were all counting heavily on the young sexy image of the family to appeal to the hearts and minds of the populace. The current State Senator was a diligent and much revered white haired gentleman, but his advanced age was not working for him in this election. Sylvie knew from what the columnists wrote about her that she was very much in favor not only with the press but with the average man on the street as well. Her husband Tim and his brother Ron would often gloat over some particularly favorable article about her, as though it had nothing to do with her. The way she looked was 90 percent of it, and she was born that way, tall and well proportioned, with a natural poise that announced that she was happy in her own skin. Beneath the femininity of her appearance, one guessed at a healthy athleticism that marked her as a true American girl.
Photos of Sylvie Cassidy playing tennis or water skiing were freely circulated throughout the nation, and she was heralded as the most photogenic news item since Jackie Kennedy was in the White House. It was not truly easy for Sylvie to endure the meetings with newspaper men, or the full day type interviews with TV reporters such as Rady Walters of the Good Morning Show, but somehow her winning smile and seemingly self-assured manner got her through every time. No one ever guessed at her deep dissatisfaction… no one that is but her husband and his brothers. As for Tim's mother, Thelma, she had known right away and had opposed the marriage from the very beginning, warning her son that Sylvie might look like first lady caliber, but in essence was still nothing but a "shop-keeper's daughter from the sticks". There was a thinly disguised hatred between the two women that went far beyond the ordinary friction between mother-in-law and wife.
Sylvie stopped and looked around her. There was nothing but clear sky with little puffs of white clouds here and there, the calm of the ocean and the sandy beach stretching for miles in each direction. She had already gone a great distance from the house, and it was a small speck on the horizon… Already she felt relieved, and she lifted her slender arms and pulled her beach robe up over her head, revealing the splendor of her long full thighs, then the large vee of her white bikini briefs that just barely covered the secret triangle of her hidden pussy in front, and in back showed the top of the deep cleft of Sylvie's dimpled buttocks. Her bare midriff appeared, and finally, the twin mounds of her gently quivering breasts cupped underneath in the white cloth of her bathing suit top. It was a bathing suit that Tim had forbidden her to wear, even at times when she was sure she would not be seen, like now. Cameras with telescopic lenses were forever lurking in the most unexpected places, he warned, and besides, I don't want anyone to know that you are that good-looking.
The flattering remark had made Sylvie want to do as Tim asked she recalled now, as she flaunted her near nakedness to the winds of the sea. But if he thought she was so beautiful, why didn't he show more interest in her himself? She had deliberately decided to wear the suit today, as though by doing so she might get back at him for his lack of desire for her neglected body. Even with a schedule as hectic as her husband's Sylvie knew that there was always a little bit of time for loving. She remembered well the times when they were first married when Tim would never tire of her, and his strong brown body would gather her softness into him again and again morning, noon and night, and she would wrap her trembling legs thirstily around his back, accepting his nakedness against her willingly wide held thighs, feeling the hardness of his rampant cock insinuating itself deep, deep into her womanly cunt, worming ever upward until she could hardly breath it felt so good!
Sylvie took a deep breath now, her entire body remembering, wanting to feel him again between her legs, to know the thrilling weight of him over her, crushing her breasts back against her chest. A violent thrill raced through her belly, culminating among the softly throbbing folds of her tenderly nestled golden-fringed pussy in a wrench of yearning that was so intense it made her cry out. A sea gull looked at her curiously and she continued her slow paced walking along the edge of the surf, feeling filled with desire that she knew could not be fulfilled for at least two days when her husband would return to the family house. And even then, Sylvie was not certain that she would be able to focus her ambitious Senator-to-be's attention sufficiently upon her neglected charms to bring about the love-making that she needed.