We might never agree on politics, for reasons I couldn’t comprehend, but that didn’t mean I wanted to reach across the proverbial aisle to ride his cock any less. I needed a way to vent all my pent-up frustration from having an unscrupulous misogynist in the highest office in our country—and damn, he looked so good in that fitted navy suit! I started to feel my lace panties get moist just from the intensity of his eyes boring into mine as our stare down played out. It was obvious neither of us wanted to back down, but as I continued to look into his eyes, I discovered more than disdain—I was pleasantly surprised to see desire, so I turned my scowl into a sly grin to diffuse the situation. I was glad when it worked, and even more pleasantly surprised that he proceeded to ask me to join him for a drink at the hotel bar where we, apparently, were both staying. We engaged in light conversation during the first two quick rounds of drinks. I felt him undressing me with his eyes the whole time, so I took a chance and casually put my hand on his thigh while we talked and immediately felt a shock that shot through me and settled in a throbbing heat between my legs. Looking up into his eyes, I knew he felt it, too. He flagged down the bartender to close the tab then turned to me and asked, “your room or mine?”.