Ellen’s New Lawyer
Every year, I look forward to the arrival of our new class of first year lawyers. This year was different. The new addition to my team would be Sharon, a lawyer I had recruited from my law school. It wasn’t only that she was smart as a whip; Sharon had a wonderful personality and was gorgeous. We had hit it off immediately when I interviewed her, and I was looking forward to having her on the team. However, I was completely unprepared for what was to unfold.
It was a warm Monday in September when our office manager knocked on my door to introduce Sharon. I had to catch my breath as Sharon strode toward my desk and reached out her hand. She was even more beautiful than I had remembered. Blonde shoulder-length hair framed her deep blue eyes and a wonderful smile. She wore a navy-blue business suit over a beautiful, somewhat sheer blouse. Her skirt teasingly was mid-thigh and showed off very shapely legs.
“Hi, Ellen; it is so wonderful to finally get here. I’m looking forward to working together.” As she reached across my desk to shake hands, her jacket fell open and I could see that Sharon was not wearing a bra. Her small breasts were vaguely visible, and her nipples were giving her look away, protruding through the fabric of her blouse. I had forgotten how sensual she was.
She was so stunningly beautiful I remembered how sexually charged I had been after our interview a year ago. Honestly, I had forgotten about her in the crush of my work, but here she was standing in front of me. I was excited at the prospect of working with her over the beginning of her legal career. I could also feel the goosebumps of attraction.
I took her hand, and I could feel myself trembling as I looked at Sharon. It was hard to breathe. “Why don’t you get settled and then come back and I can give you an idea of what we’re doing.” A quick smile as Sharon spun and walked out, her skirt framing a very thin, but shapely behind. I tried to collect myself and then began to gather materials with which Sharon could familiarize herself with our work.
About an hour later, Sharon appeared at my door. My heart skipped a beat. She was without her jacket and her skirt was several inches shorter. I motioned for her to join me at my conference table to look through the stack of materials I had gathered for her. She drew up next to me and stood very close to me. Her perfume was intoxicatingly gorgeous. “What is your perfume? It’s wonderful!” “Chanel” Sharon whispered as she leaned in so I could smell her neck. I was close to fainting. Sharon let her bare thigh touch my leg; it was as if I had received an electric shock. I looked up at her and smiled. Her nipples were hard and poked through her blouse. She leaned back, letting me see their perfect shape. It was clear that we would have sex at some point – and most likely real soon.
I began to review the material with her, and Sharon soon sat to pay more attention. As she did, her skirt rode up her thighs baring the bottom of her pantyhose: no panties underneath. I could feel mine getting wetter and wetter. We had a very productive working session. Sharon was very personable and had a wonderful laugh. I was happy to have her on my team. I invited her to join me the next day for a long series of calls and meetings. She eagerly accepted. I left the office quite late that night. I passed Sharon’s office and saw her behind her desk deep in thought as she was reviewing the materials I had given her. The light caught her blond hair; she looked gorgeous. I bid her goodnight and headed home.
“Hi Ellen!” Sharon appeared at my door. Under her jacket she was wearing a gauzy black blouse and a sheer black bra was plainly visible underneath. Her message was clear. We had a call in a few minutes, so I motioned her to join me at my table. She removed her jacket. Her blouse was basically see-through; strategically placed print that did not hide anything. Sharon’s body was simply exquisite. We made it through the day, me not without seriously wet panties. After our last call, around nine at night, Sharon left my office as I got ready to head home.
I was looking out my window when I heard a soft knock at my door; Sharon slipped in quietly and locked my door. She wore only her blouse but had removed her bra. Her breasts shone in the light of my office. She walked over to me and we both looked out my window. Then, Sharon moved behind me and began to rub my shoulders. I gave a soft moan that begged Sharon to seduce me.
My blouse buttoned in the back and it was only minutes before I felt Sharon slowly unbuttoning it. Halfway finished, Sharon unsnapped my bra and reached around and began to tease my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly. Her mouth found the back of my neck and began lightly kissing and nibbling her way to my ear. “I want to make you come” she whispered, “Is that okay?” All I could do was manage a whispered “Yes.”
One hand kept working my breasts as the other took care of the remaining buttons. My blouse disappeared, then my bra. “God, Ellen you have great tits!” I could see my reflection in the window. The look on my face was plain: I wanted Sharon to fuck me right where we stood.
The zipper of my skirt was next. Slowly, Sharon unzipped me all the while nuzzling my neck and ear. “Do you realize just how long I have dreamed of doing this?” “The minute I shook your hand yesterday I knew I wanted to fuck you.” I whispered “You had me when you flashed me yesterday; I thought you were going to do me then. I was sort of disappointed when you walked out.” A tongue slipped into my ear and I could feel my pussy quiver as I juiced into my panties. “I don’t want to sound like a slut, but I really want you to do me.”
I could feel my skirt sliding down my legs and in the window reflection saw it in a puddle at my feet on top of my blouse. Sharon’s hands caressed my hips. “Look at how wet you are” she whispered. In the window I could see the dark red stain soaking the gusset of my panties. “I’m on fire Sharon.” “Look at how gorgeous you are, naked except for your panties, looking out over the city.” My reflection showed a woman in the thralls of lust. All I wanted was for Sharon to make me come.
“I love how your panties cup your pussy.” And then she reached around me and began to caress my slit through my panties. The friction of the fabric on my clit was too much; my knees began to buckle, and I leaned back against Sharon. I could feel the muscles in my thighs begin to twitch. The fog of arousal clouded my brain; I now wanted only one thing. Sharon read my mind. I could feel her fingers slip inside that waistband of my panties and begin to slide them down my thighs. Slowly, I could see strands of come stretch as my panties slid down my legs. In the window reflection, I could see the moisture from my pussy glisten in my trimmed bush.
Then I could feel Sharon’s hands. One slid between my legs from behind and began to caress just below my pussy. Her other hand found my slit from the front and began to slide up and down my slit flicking my clit with each pass. I was so far along toward my orgasm I knew this wouldn’t last. I could feel come flooding and dripping down my thighs. “Don’t stop” I begged. Sharon’s fingers entered me and the slide into my orgasm began. Sharon had to support me as my legs began to tremble. My head fell onto my chest as I felt myself falling. And then the waves came. Sharon’s fingers found every spot as she worked me over and I finally exploded.
Sharon held me as my orgasm overwhelmed me. She led me to one of my chairs and I fell into it. I have never been naked in my office and here I was naked except for my panties at my knees. Sharon stroked my hair. “I hope I’m not in trouble.”
On the contrary I thought “Would you like to spend the weekend with me at my house on Long Island?”
It was a warm Monday in September when our office manager knocked on my door to introduce Sharon. I had to catch my breath as Sharon strode toward my desk and reached out her hand. She was even more beautiful than I had remembered. Blonde shoulder-length hair framed her deep blue eyes and a wonderful smile. She wore a navy-blue business suit over a beautiful, somewhat sheer blouse. Her skirt teasingly was mid-thigh and showed off very shapely legs.
“Hi, Ellen; it is so wonderful to finally get here. I’m looking forward to working together.” As she reached across my desk to shake hands, her jacket fell open and I could see that Sharon was not wearing a bra. Her small breasts were vaguely visible, and her nipples were giving her look away, protruding through the fabric of her blouse. I had forgotten how sensual she was.
She was so stunningly beautiful I remembered how sexually charged I had been after our interview a year ago. Honestly, I had forgotten about her in the crush of my work, but here she was standing in front of me. I was excited at the prospect of working with her over the beginning of her legal career. I could also feel the goosebumps of attraction.
I took her hand, and I could feel myself trembling as I looked at Sharon. It was hard to breathe. “Why don’t you get settled and then come back and I can give you an idea of what we’re doing.” A quick smile as Sharon spun and walked out, her skirt framing a very thin, but shapely behind. I tried to collect myself and then began to gather materials with which Sharon could familiarize herself with our work.
About an hour later, Sharon appeared at my door. My heart skipped a beat. She was without her jacket and her skirt was several inches shorter. I motioned for her to join me at my conference table to look through the stack of materials I had gathered for her. She drew up next to me and stood very close to me. Her perfume was intoxicatingly gorgeous. “What is your perfume? It’s wonderful!” “Chanel” Sharon whispered as she leaned in so I could smell her neck. I was close to fainting. Sharon let her bare thigh touch my leg; it was as if I had received an electric shock. I looked up at her and smiled. Her nipples were hard and poked through her blouse. She leaned back, letting me see their perfect shape. It was clear that we would have sex at some point – and most likely real soon.
I began to review the material with her, and Sharon soon sat to pay more attention. As she did, her skirt rode up her thighs baring the bottom of her pantyhose: no panties underneath. I could feel mine getting wetter and wetter. We had a very productive working session. Sharon was very personable and had a wonderful laugh. I was happy to have her on my team. I invited her to join me the next day for a long series of calls and meetings. She eagerly accepted. I left the office quite late that night. I passed Sharon’s office and saw her behind her desk deep in thought as she was reviewing the materials I had given her. The light caught her blond hair; she looked gorgeous. I bid her goodnight and headed home.
“Hi Ellen!” Sharon appeared at my door. Under her jacket she was wearing a gauzy black blouse and a sheer black bra was plainly visible underneath. Her message was clear. We had a call in a few minutes, so I motioned her to join me at my table. She removed her jacket. Her blouse was basically see-through; strategically placed print that did not hide anything. Sharon’s body was simply exquisite. We made it through the day, me not without seriously wet panties. After our last call, around nine at night, Sharon left my office as I got ready to head home.
I was looking out my window when I heard a soft knock at my door; Sharon slipped in quietly and locked my door. She wore only her blouse but had removed her bra. Her breasts shone in the light of my office. She walked over to me and we both looked out my window. Then, Sharon moved behind me and began to rub my shoulders. I gave a soft moan that begged Sharon to seduce me.
My blouse buttoned in the back and it was only minutes before I felt Sharon slowly unbuttoning it. Halfway finished, Sharon unsnapped my bra and reached around and began to tease my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly. Her mouth found the back of my neck and began lightly kissing and nibbling her way to my ear. “I want to make you come” she whispered, “Is that okay?” All I could do was manage a whispered “Yes.”
One hand kept working my breasts as the other took care of the remaining buttons. My blouse disappeared, then my bra. “God, Ellen you have great tits!” I could see my reflection in the window. The look on my face was plain: I wanted Sharon to fuck me right where we stood.
The zipper of my skirt was next. Slowly, Sharon unzipped me all the while nuzzling my neck and ear. “Do you realize just how long I have dreamed of doing this?” “The minute I shook your hand yesterday I knew I wanted to fuck you.” I whispered “You had me when you flashed me yesterday; I thought you were going to do me then. I was sort of disappointed when you walked out.” A tongue slipped into my ear and I could feel my pussy quiver as I juiced into my panties. “I don’t want to sound like a slut, but I really want you to do me.”
I could feel my skirt sliding down my legs and in the window reflection saw it in a puddle at my feet on top of my blouse. Sharon’s hands caressed my hips. “Look at how wet you are” she whispered. In the window I could see the dark red stain soaking the gusset of my panties. “I’m on fire Sharon.” “Look at how gorgeous you are, naked except for your panties, looking out over the city.” My reflection showed a woman in the thralls of lust. All I wanted was for Sharon to make me come.
“I love how your panties cup your pussy.” And then she reached around me and began to caress my slit through my panties. The friction of the fabric on my clit was too much; my knees began to buckle, and I leaned back against Sharon. I could feel the muscles in my thighs begin to twitch. The fog of arousal clouded my brain; I now wanted only one thing. Sharon read my mind. I could feel her fingers slip inside that waistband of my panties and begin to slide them down my thighs. Slowly, I could see strands of come stretch as my panties slid down my legs. In the window reflection, I could see the moisture from my pussy glisten in my trimmed bush.
Then I could feel Sharon’s hands. One slid between my legs from behind and began to caress just below my pussy. Her other hand found my slit from the front and began to slide up and down my slit flicking my clit with each pass. I was so far along toward my orgasm I knew this wouldn’t last. I could feel come flooding and dripping down my thighs. “Don’t stop” I begged. Sharon’s fingers entered me and the slide into my orgasm began. Sharon had to support me as my legs began to tremble. My head fell onto my chest as I felt myself falling. And then the waves came. Sharon’s fingers found every spot as she worked me over and I finally exploded.
Sharon held me as my orgasm overwhelmed me. She led me to one of my chairs and I fell into it. I have never been naked in my office and here I was naked except for my panties at my knees. Sharon stroked my hair. “I hope I’m not in trouble.”
On the contrary I thought “Would you like to spend the weekend with me at my house on Long Island?”
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