"You were MAGNIFICENT in there!" Jed was ebullient as plunked himself down in the back seat of the limo. "You actually called Janet Ritchie a tight-assed jealous cow."

"I did, didn't I? And don't forget the uptight little prig." Abbey grinned and kicked her pumps off then leaned back against the seat. "Well, the bitch deserved it. I've been waiting for that moment for a very long time."

"I know you have." Jed placed his hand on Abbey's knee squeezing gently. "You were very, very HOT…"

"Jed" she gave him a sidelong glance, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. She'd known this was coming, knew he'd be pumped up after his performance and, after that very public spank he'd given her earlier, she had been counting the moments.

"Abbey." He gave her a boyish, sexy grin. "Do you know how turned on I am right now?"

"Well, you better hold that thought cause you're going to have to wait until we get to Air Force One."

"Really?" He scooted closer to her, pressing his thigh into hers. " I don't think so." He reached a hand out to snake a finger into one of the small gaps between the buttons of her silk blouse. He felt her belly quiver with the touch, even as she tried to push his hand away. "You can't fool me, babe…" His lips were inches from hers. "You're just as turned on as I am.

Abbey couldn't deny it, watching him command the stage, decimating Rob Ritchie with the crowd cheering him on had definitely been arousing to say the least. Still, she couldn't let him think that he had the upper hand. "You're awfully full of yourself, Mr. President."

"Yeah, well I'm about to be full of you. I haven't quite punished you properly for cutting my tie." His lips touched hers then in a gentle caress that was anything but punishing.

"The slap wasn't enough?" She asked against his lips. "I bet my ass still has the imprint of your hand on it."

"Lift your skirt and I'll take a look."

"Nice try. You're definitely a smooth one."

"Nope, you're the smooth one." He slid his hand over her silk covered breast feeling the hard point of her nipple against his palm. Abbey felt his kiss deepen then, his tongue thrusting into her mouth just as his hands plunged into her hair. Abbey's mouth opened to his forceful demand, her tongue stroking his with fevered abandon. She felt his fingers tighten in her hair as he pressed his burgeoning erection into her thigh. Things quickly began surging out of control, and Jed began working at the buttons of her blouse, impatiently sliding his hand inside to caressing the warm soft skin of her belly before he even had it completely unbuttoned. His lips moved from hers to trail along her jawline to her throat where he began a gentle suction. Abbey's head was thrown back against the seat, her eyes closed but when she felt Jed's hand working at the front clasp of her bra, her eyes briefly opened and for a quick moment she was gazing right back into the brown eyes of one of the secret service men. He'd been watching them in the rear view mirror and quickly averted his eyes when the First Lady caught him.

"Jed," she gave a soft gasp, pushing him none too gently off of her. "The partition."

"Huh?" Jed's slumberous blue eyes were slow to comprehend.

"You forgot to ask them to put up the partition." Abbey pulled her blouse closed over her breasts and Jed turned to see that the divider between them and the secret service was definitely down.

"Coop," he called out, his voice slightly husky. "Could you put up the partition, please."

Without a word the partition went up and Jed turned back to his wife to continue where he had left off, removing her hands from where she held her blouse closed.

"Jed, I think we should…cool it." Abbey's words ended in a sigh as she felt Jed release the clasp on her bra and push the lacy cups aside. The cool air danced across her skin causing her nipples to pucker even more tightly until Jed covered them with his big warm hands.

"Still want to cool it?" He asked, flicking this thumb repeatedly over the rigid tip.

"We…we probably should…before this gets…out of hand…" Her voice trailed off as Jed's wet warm lips closed around her nipple then pulled as much of her breast into his mouth as he could, suckling on her so strongly she could feel it deep in her belly, her womb contracting with the pleasure he gave her. She fanned her fingers through his thick hair, holding his mouth to her breast, not that he was planning on going anywhere, but, just in case.

While he continued to tease her nipple his hand began sliding it's way up under her skirt and up her thigh but he could only make it so far. Her skirt was tight, thwarting her efforts to part her legs for him.

"Damn." He groaned with frustration against her breast. "I never thought I'd complain about your tight skirts, but this one's driving me INSANE."

Abbey reached behind herself for the zipper on her skirt and with shaky hands she slid the zipper down allowing a marked improvement in range of motion. She was able to part her thighs for Jed and he was able to move his hand higher up on his sensual quest. She wanted him now. There was no turning back. He grinned against her mouth when he felt the lacy rim of her thigh high stockings and the satiny smooth skin of her inner thigh that lay beyond. No pantyhose, he thought with something akin to glee, one less impediment to his progress.

"I think I'd like to kiss the person who invented these," he said, running his finger along the edge of the lace.

"Kiss me instead," she sighed. "I'm the one who buys them."

Jed complied, kissing her deeply, his fingers still playing and teasing over the satiny skin of her inner thighs Abbey was clinging to him, writhing, begging him with her body to continue even further. And still, he tormented her, wanting her breathless and begging. It didn't take long.

"Jed…I need…I need…"

"What do you need, babe?"

As if he needed to ask, Abbey thought wryly. She wanted his hand between her legs so badly she thought she would scream. "Touch me… For the love of God, Jed…touch me…"

Jed eased his hand further up until he reached the juncture of her thighs. He ran the tip of his index finger over the center of her, feeling the dampness of her silk panties. He felt her gasp and jerk at his touch and she began pressing up against him straining for more.

"Oh, babe, you're really wet."

"I know," she whimpered. "I want you." She reached her hand down the front of Jed's pants, pressing into bulge there. She could feel his heartbeat even through the fabric of his pants. She squeezed gently again and again until Jed felt he was going to burst right there in his pants.

"Not yet, Abs…"He groaned.

He had so much more he wanted to do for her first. He cupped his hand over her mound feeling the heat of her through her panties. Needing to touch her intimately, he hooked his fingers under the lacy edge to begin easing them down. Abbey lifted her hips so he could completely discard them and then his hand was back, his fingers tracing over the curls that covered her sex, delving inside the wet silky folds. He kissed her again as began running the pad of his thumb in a gentle circle around her clitoris and directly over it which caused her whole body to clench and jerk from the sensation. Jed's groin throbbed with the pain of his need and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. He figured he better speed things along.

His fingers moved lower circling tantalizingly around the entrance to her body until Abbey thought she would die of need. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, a soft low moan escaped her lips as she felt the warm sliding sensation of Jed's finger penetrating her. Her head fell back, her eyes closing, her teeth biting down on her lower lip as she gave herself up to the sensations that ran through her body. She writhed against him, moaning again when he introduced a second finger and his lips re-attached to her nipple suckling her with every thrust of his fingers.

She was rocking against him now, whimpering, panting, and begging for more. He felt her muscles tensing, heard the soft strangled whimpers that always preceded her climax and he penetrated her with a third finger, his thumb pressing hard against her clitoris. Abbey cried out his name, her body arching in orgasm. Jed watched her come feeling the fierce clenching of her body against his fingers. He left those fingers inside her, stroking her gently now, letting her come down from the high, her body still spasmodically squeezing him. Only when the last tremor was over and she was laying limply back against the seat completely spent, her chest rising and falling with the effort to catch her breath, and her eyes still closed, did he remove his fingers.

Jed groaned softly at the wanton sight that Abbey made laying back against the seat with her blouse and bra wide open baring her breasts to the night air, her skirt shoved up under her hips and her legs still parted for him. He slid up close to her again and a soft satisfied smile crossed her face as she felt his lips pressing sweet soothing kisses along the edge of her jaw. She reached out a languid hand; her eyes still closed, and began toying with the zipper on his pants, knowing he had to be in agony right now.

A sharp tap on the window brought them both back to their senses and they realized that the limo was no longer moving. Abbey immediately scrambled away from Jed, shoving her skirt back down.

Taking a deep breath to hopefully sound normal, Jed opened the window just a tiny crack. He knew they were on the runway. "We're going to need a few minutes," he said.

"No problem, sir."

Jed turned to see Abbey shoving her breasts back into her bra and trying to work the clasp with shaking hands. He leaned forward. "Let me." He pulled the fabric closed reluctantly hooking it, then leaned down to gently kiss the top of one plump breast.

"Jed," Abbey warned. "That's how we got started in the first place."

Jed chuckled and began helping her to button her blouse. "Now we just have one more problem."

Abbey followed her husband's rueful glance down at the defiant erection that was still straining against his pants. Helping her dress had done nothing for his aroused state.

"Old Hickory giving you a hard time," she grinned, tongue in cheek.

"You've no idea."

Abbey shrugged apologetically watching with a soft smile as he reached for the champagne on ice that they hadn't even touched and pressed the icy bottle full up against his groin, biting back the moan of agony.

"It's your own fault, you know," she told him as she reapplied her lipstick.

"No, it's your fault. You got me all hot and bothered."

"You should have known better than to start something that you couldn't finish."

"Oh, I'm going to finish it all right, hot pants. You bet your sweet, luscious little ass I'm going to finish it."

****

"What are they doing out there?" Leo asked, as he joined CJ at the window of Air Force One.

"I don't know, the agents have been milling around the limousine for almost 10 minutes but I haven't seen the President or the First Lady."

"Don't they know we've got a party waiting for them?" Josh asked as he joined them.

"Knowing how the President is after a big victory like this, I'd say there's a pretty good chance they started partying without us." CJ's commentary drew laughter from the assembled crowd and Leo was thankful the Bartlet daughters were in the presidential suite changing.

"Okay, okay people that's enough." Leo tried to be stern but he knew very well that CJ was probably right. He'd been around the couple long enough to know that they were both very physical, very sexual people and when they were pumped up on an emotional high it was going to be expressed in a very physical way.

It was another five minutes before the couple finally emerged from the limousine, the First Lady still smoothing at her wrinkled skirt as they waved to the assembled media and made their way up the steps to Air Force One. It was Leo who greeted them at the door with a deep breath and a big grin. Jed Bartlet was going to win this election and he was determined to fix their relationship. He was going to hide his pain if it killed him.

"Took, you long enough," he said, holding his hand out for Jed to shake. "What'd you guys do, fall asleep?" The sly grin on his face told both Jed and Abbey that their old friend knew exactly what they'd been up to.

"Yeah, Leo, we fell asleep." Jed grinned back. "Another cover up in the Bartlet administration."

"Yeah, well if you don't watch it you're going to blow your cover." Leo moved forward seeing the tiny scrap of silky purple material sticking out of Jed's pocket. Jed looked down a slight flush creeping along his jaw. He hadn't allowed Abbey to put her panties back on; the titillation of watching her walk around knowing she wasn't wearing underwear was too erotic an opportunity to pass up. Unfortunately, he'd almost announced it to the world by not shoving the pair further into his pocket.

Abbey shook her head at him, she should have known better than to let him keep her underwear. With a sheepish look of apology he placed his arm around her waist and together they entered the heart of the plane, cheers of victory ringing in their ears.

****

The party was in full swing. Champagne was being consumed by the bottle and Kool and the Gang were singing about a "Celebration" on the stereo with several Bartlet staffers slurring along with the lyrics.

Jed had finally gotten Old Hickory under control in the limo thanks to the icy coldness of the champagne bottle. But, watching Abbey talking and laughing with groups of staffers and journalists and being completely aware of the fact that he was the only one who knew she wasn't wearing anything under that skirt kept him on the edge of another erection all evening. Of course, he'd forgotten that Leo had seen the panties in his pocket and had no idea that his friend was doing his damndest not to look at Abbey and think of all that naked flesh that was lying uncovered under her skirt.

Abbey made her way over to another group of journalists. She could feel the lining of her skirt sliding across the bare flesh of her rear. She was completely aroused by her nakedness in the midst of this crowd of people. She caught Jed's eye, watched him deliberately put his hand in his pocket and knew he was caressing her underwear. Immediately she felt a corresponding tug between her thighs remembering how he'd stroked her in the limousine.

She turned away from him squeezing her legs together in an effort to ease the ache. She smiled and made polite small talk with the journalists, but the whole time all she could think about was her own state of arousal. It was a strange incredibly erotic feeling to know that nobody in that room knew about the swollen, aching need between her thighs or the promise that her husband had made her to finish things up later.

The next time she caught Jed staring at her, his eyes heavy with the desire, she knew there was somebody who knew exactly what she was feeling. Jed knew that she was still moist and aching, knew that his hand had not been enough, knew that she wanted, no NEEDED to feel him inside her.

Abbey took a last sip of her champagne and, in dire need of splashing some cool water on her face, she turned to head for the bathroom. Jed watched her leave the room, noting that she was headed to the more private bathroom in their suite. He allowed her to be gone for a few discreet moments before he excused himself and followed her out of the room.

Abbey's face was buried in a towel when she heard the door click. She didn't need to look up to know who had followed her.

"You didn't lock it," he said.

"Nope." She turned to face him.

"You wanted me to come in."

"You think?" She placed her hand on her hip with a sexy come hither look.

"Oh, baby, I think." In the next second he was on her, his body pressing her up against the wall harshly, his lips grinding into hers while his fingers worked at the zipper of her skirt. Abbey was working at his clothes just as inflamed as he was. She had just gotten a few buttons of his shirt undone and slipped her hands inside to caress the crinkly hair of his chest when she felt her skirt give way and slide down her legs to pool at her ankles leaving her, save for her thigh high stockings, completely naked from the waist down.

There wasn't going to be any foreplay, they both knew that. Their whole evening had been one of foreplay and now it just came down to an explosion of need. Abbey lifted a knee up to Jed's hip pressing her groin up hard against his bulging penis. He took his cue from her, grabbing her rear and lifting her up so she could wrap both legs around his waist; all without breaking their teeth grinding kiss.

Suddenly, Abbey pulled back, her chest heaving with exertion. "Jed…Jed…wait…"

"Ah, Christ, Abbey, I can't," he groaned. "You're killing me, here."

Abbey cupped his face, her smile sexy, sensuous. "Don't panic, loverboy. I just want you to lock the door.

"Oh," Jed breathed a sigh of relief. He carried her over to the door, not wanting to break the contact and when he returned he set her on the edge of the counter, pulling away for just a moment to unzip his fly and release himself. He gave a deep sigh of relief at the pleasure of finally being released from his confines. That sigh turned to a deep groan as Abbey's hand warmly circled around him, a very feminine sigh of appreciation at his marble hardness slipping from her lips.

"You poor thing," she murmured throatily, as she began to pump him from base to tip. "You've been cooped up in there all night."

"Be careful, Abs, it isn't going to take much tonight to set me off."

He reached his hand out to make sure that she was prepared to take him, smiling when he found her still wet and ready from their last encounter in the limo. Abbey gave a startled gasp at the feel of his fingers probing her slick flesh. She was so overly sensitized she nearly came with just that one touch and Jed knew she was more than ready. He took himself in hand to probe her for entry.

Abbey felt the blunt tip of him at the entrance to her body and with one quick motion he drove himself into her, hard and deep. Abbey cried out against Jed's shoulder at the quick invasion of his thick shaft.

"You okay," Jed bit out into her hair, restraining his need to thrust into her.

"Oh... yeah…you feel SO good."

With those words Jed began to work against her hard and fast. His hands were braced against the counter on each side of Abbey's hips, while Abbey's hands were clasped around his neck, her ankles hooked around his waist. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps as she accepted the pleasure of each thick gliding thrust of his penis inside her body. It didn't take long for both of their soft moans to turn into sharp cries and deep groans as their pleasure intensified into a frenzy of thrusting, gasping pleasure. Abbey went over the edge just an instant before Jed's harsh groan filled the room and he spilled himself into her.

"It's a good thing nobody's waiting for the bathroom," Abbey said, when they had recovered enough to part and she was pulling her skirt back up over her hips.

"Isn't that why you picked OUR bathroom?" Jed asked.

Abbey turned as she zipped her skirt to see her husband seated on the bathroom floor, his legs straight out in front of him, his hair hanging down over his forehead and his chest still expanding from the exertion of his lovemaking.

"Maybe," she said coquettishly. "I guess I knew how predictable you are. I knew you'd follow me."

"Didn't disappoint you, did I?"

"Uh…No…" she laughed. "And you know I just thought of something. Not too many women have done what I just did."

"You're already a member of the mile high club, hon.

"I wasn't referring to having sex on an airplane. I was referring to the fact that I just fucked the President of the United States AND the FUTURE President of the United States."

"Pretty confident, are you?" He grinned.

'Honey, after watching you debate tonight I have no doubt that this election is a foregone conclusion.

TBC...