Kamala's Security

The California Speech

The next morning you wake up long before Kamala does and get dressed and ready for the second day. You stand outside her door, arms down and hands overlapping as usual waiting for her to exit. You watch people come and go until finally you hear the door crack open.

"Ah good morning, (y/n) Did you sleep at all?" she asks as she giggles sleepily.

"Of course ma'am, did you sleep well?" you ask while looking into her eyes.

"Well yes, quite good actually. I had some wonderful dreams, I'm ready for the day" she says with a hearted smile.

You walk her to the Oval Office and assume your usual spot. The days starts off rather fast. Her assistant comes in and reminds her she is flying out to California this morning for a speech at Howard University. There is early morning bustle and before you know it you are walking her out to the President's motorcade to be transported to the airport. You sit in the back with her, facing her. Two other secret service agents sit in the front. Your back is to them. You keep your head on a swivel, staying tuned out because even though it's just the two of you in the back, she is making a phone call. She has the glass that separates the cab and back seat up, and the mic muted in the back seat so no one in the front is aware of anything happening in the back. There isn't much to watch or observe in the back seat, so you try to prevent yourself from staring at her. She hangs up the phone, visibly upset and lays her head back with a sigh. You take this opportunity to look at her harder than you have gotten to in person. Her beautiful tanned legs crossed to keep you from seeing up her skirt. Her hands resting in her lap, as you look at them you remember how soft they were. Her perfect face, clearly stressed now. But your eyes drift back to her legs. You would give anything to put your head between them. To have her slamming her head back in pleasure instead of stress. You break your gaze and look around out of the windows and back to her face, only to find that she is staring at you now, with a very intent look on her face. "Oh my God, how long has she been looking at me" you thought.

"Did you start to day dream a bit, (y/n)?" She asks in a low steady tone.

"No.. No ma'am" you say unconvincingly.

"You seemed a bit... distracted for a moment" she replies with a small bite of her lip as she uncrosses her legs.

Is she playing with you? Does she know what you were thinking? There is no way she could know. Quickly, you have to think of something.

"No." you say, your eyes fixated on hers. "What on Earth could distract me back here? It's just the two of us."

"I suppose you're right, silly me" she says looking a bit defeated as she starts to look away.

But, now you feel as though she wanted you to say it was her. She wanted to be your distraction. So you look back at her face as she glances back in your direction, your eyes meet.... you hold it and say nothing.... you look down at her legs..... lick your lips slightly.... and look back up at her eyes holding the gaze for a bit longer until you see that her breathing starts to accelerate.

"You look beautiful today, Madam President." you say with a slight smirk.

She looks at you, speechless. Her breathing is clearly beyond her control and you relish in the idea that you have had such an effect over a powerful woman. The car ride is over soon and you arrive at the airport. You allow her to get out of the vehicle first, giving you a perfect view of her beautiful backside. She goes up the stairs and into the plane. You escort her back to the President's desk area. She sits down and you glance at her only to be shocked that she's already looking at you. You look away and remember that you have to be professional. The flight goes by really quick. Soon you have landed in California and are on the way to Howard University. You don't look at her but maybe twice on the car ride over in fear that maybe you stepped over a boundary. The motorcade pulls into Howard University campus and she is greeted by students holding sign and clapping. You pull to the front and eventually get her inside after she makes several stops to greet people.