Secrets of the West Wing

Chapter 16 - Trouble

Warnings: smut

March 2026

I shifted my weight in my seat for probably the thousandth time.  I was restless during our transcontinental flight; I was anxious to land but even more anxious for how these peace settlements were going to go.  We were first flying to Belgium to solidify NATO relations and then we were scheduled to meet with the Georgian President and Putin if he would sit down with me.   He had yet to give an affirmative answer.

Emily had spent weeks worrying about this trip.  I was thankful the doctor cleared her to come because I'm not sure I could handle being without her for over a week.  She had begged me to invite Putin to the White House, but I was already going to Brussels for the NATO conference.  It made sense to hop over to Moscow before leaving Europe.  Emily disagreed.  It was our first serious fight since getting together.

"I have to TRY, Em.  Georgians continue to die by the dozens.  It's the sensible thing to do - the moral thing," I argued.

"No," she hissed, "It's suicide.  What if something happens to you?  I can't protect you from a bomb..."  It was a point well-taken, but ultimately, I won, and we were on our way to Europe.

On the jet, to pass the time, I pulled up a speech on my computer to tweak.  Though most presidents didn't write their speeches, I insisted that at least portions of my speeches be written by me.  I thought it made them more authentic.  Emily was doing something on her computer, as well.  I didn't know how she had paperwork left to do since that's all she was allowed to do for the past two months.

I looked over and sighed.  I hoped if I stared long enough she'd feel my gaze on her and pay attention to me.  She was so beautiful when focused.  Her nose - sharp and angular - was sloped somehow so gracefully.  Her ears, adorned in small, gold hoops, were so delicate.  And, dear lord, her hands.  I watched as her fingers danced over the keyboard.  And then I started squirming.  I knew what those fingers looked like dancing over my skin.  I knew what they felt like in me.  I moaned at the thought and tried to cover it with a throat clear and a cough.

Emily's head snapped up, shocked to hear a sound she knew so well - normally confined in our bedroom - on Air Force 1.  Now I had her attention.  Her shocked intensified at seeing so much lust in my eyes.  She smirked.

"What's got you so worked up, baby?" she whispered.  I glanced down at her now still fingers, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.  "Are you getting any work done?" she asked.

"I'm trying to, but I'm a bit distracted," I told her.

"Want me to help you with that?"  I thrilled at the thought.

"How?" I asked breathlessly.

"I'll leave a surprise for you in the bathroom."  She rifled through her duffel bag at her feet, pulled something out, put it in her waistband, and flipped her jacket back over it.  She got up and was back in less than a minute.  "Go now so no one else finds it."

"Finds what?" I questioned.  She raised an eyebrow at me and jerked her head towards the bathroom.

My mind was racing a mile a minute wondering what she could have had in her bag and how this was related to me being horny.  I looked around the bathroom, and in the second place I looked, I found a small bag.  I opened it to reveal a small vibrator.  My heart rate sped up.  I contemplated how inappropriate it was for me to masturbate in the bathroom of Air Force 1 but dismissed any thoughts of impropriety immediately.  The ache between my legs was too pressing.

I wondered how long was reasonable for me to be in the bathroom.  Hopefully this thing was powerful.  I flipped the thing over a hundred times looking for a small button or switch.  I went to grab my phone to ask Emily how to turn it on, but realized I left it at our little table.  I knew Emily would be upset if I disobeyed her.  Clearly her leaving this here for me was an order to use it.  I quickly slipped it inside me, washed my hands, and returned to my seat.