He was everything that I dreamed of every wanting in a man I thought as I sat across the conference table looking at him. He was 6'0 tall, athletic frame, natural tan, a touch of gray in his short brownish hair, and soulful dark brown eyes. They seemed to notice everything maybe even what I didn't want him to see. This paragon of my desire was the enemy... my soon to be ex's lawyer. Sitting there I thought about all the things that I wanted to do to him and with him .As they drone on about splitting up the material matter of my marriage.
With very naughty thoughts dance through my mind as my lawyer discuss the details of what I wanted out of the marriage. Imagining him naked lying on my on my California king bed naked, hard and very wanting. I must have moaned or something because everyone stopped talking and look at me. Quickly I mumbled something about my ex keeping the dogs if he wanted them. It must have been what they had been talking about because they nodded in agreement. I went back to my pleasant daydreams thankful that I had worn my black suit with the long jacket. My panties and stocking would be soaked by the time the meeting was over.
Two hours later I was divorced, with a house, car and monetary support. I quickly left the meeting in search of the ladies room. Running into the last stall I pushed down my panties and stocking and sought release. With my fingers moving in lightning speed I answered the call of my orgasm. As it hit me I tighten my jaw to keep from letting loose a scream that was sure to be heard all over the building. With my legs spread wide with no regard for my stocking or panties I took a seat on the toilet. All the while still fingering me as my hand became coated with warm sticky juice of my release. Then it hit an orgasmic wave hit me and it was if my body was hit with an electrical shock. I couldn't breathe or move for a moment and then it came back to me. I had to fight myself from giving total into this amazing "Oh My God" feeling. I came shaking and jerking so hard I knew I would be aching all over when it finished. Finally unable to hold back the waves I let go and went falling down into my orgasm.
Slowly the world came back into focus and the realization that I had fucked myself in a bathroom at my divorce hearing. I started to put myself back together and had almost finished when I heard the bathroom door open...or close? I stood in the stall for a few more minutes listening and hearing nothing. I decided it was time to walk out and face the world as it was now... I was divorce.
When I got home I started stripping at the door reminding myself to burn the clothes that I wore all day as a last reminder of the marriage. I walked naked into the kitchen and got a trash bag. I put everything piece of clothes that I had on in the bag even my shoes. Then I tied up the bag and left it by the door to be disposed of in the morning. Stopping by the wine rack I poured myself of glass of wine to enjoy in the bathtub,then the door bell rung. I walked to the nearest window and peaked out ... what the hell!!
I quickly went and grabbed my kimono and tying it in place as I answered the door on the second ring. Taking a deep breath I open the door to my bathroom fantasy ...
He just stood there looking down at me those eyes saying nothing. Then he walked past me in to my home without an invite seeing that I wasn't going to offer him one.
"What do you want?" I asked, still holding the door open as I tried to calm myself. Yes, the memories imagine or otherwise were coming back to me in full force.
"Shut the door and then come to me ...,"
"You heard me Shilailee"
The desires that I had been feeling were quickly replaced by a cold wash of fear...no embarrassment... this man knew my secret. So, I close the door and turned to look at him with the question of what did he really want radiating from my every gesture.
He looked so yummy and yet my fear kept me in place, after all he was the enemy.
He looked me up and down taking in my lack of dress and the beautiful kimono I was wearing as a dressing gown. It was one of the exes-had purchase for me that I actually loved on a business trip to Japan.
"Beautiful ... and so are you"
"Oh... humm is this your way ... Mr....??"
"Shilailee... you know my name. I am sure you have used it enough when you were cursing me out over the past few months."
We just stood there looking at each other me feeling everything from wanting fuck him stupid to wanting to tell him to get the hell out of my house and never speak to me again. But, yes I knew his name Chaz McFarlane and yes I had called him everything but a child of God many times over the year. So why he was here now kept coming to mind as I part of me wondered what he would like with his clothes off.
"So ... is this what you do with all of your clients ex's wives pay them a visit after you destroy their lives?" I asked knowing that what I was saying was unfair.
In fact the whole thing in spite of the discomfort of airing our problems had been fair. I had never wanted to take all my ex had accumulated before our marriage. I just wanted my home and some of the money we had made during our marriage. It turned out that I had gotten that and a bit more, which had me thinking that he had something to do with it. My ex left the marriage hating me for something that was in him, so him being fair ... I don't think so.
"No, Shilailee I don't nor have ever done this before. I have never wanted to until a year ago."
I looked at him trying to understand what he meant and where he was going with it.
"A year ago??"
"Yes,"Chaz said as he walked toward me slowly.
I backed up until I hit the door with my back still looking at him as he advanced.
Reaching me, he trapped me with his arms and body as tried to move out reach. Struggling got me little other than teasing the situation between us that had us both panting. Finally I gave up and stood in the shelter of his arms and body. As I looked up at Chaz through my lashes I inhaled the heady intoxicating mixture of cologne and him. It triggered a sensual assault on my body that left me shaking inside and out. With skin getting hot and tight and a warm thick wetness slowly running down my thigh I fought to focus on the situation at hand... why was my ex's lawyer and my fuel of my dreams in my home?
I tilled my head back to look up at him giving him my full defiant gaze. It was greeted by a look of raw desire that made my toes curl.
"I,"swallowing hard as my throat was so dry... "Why are you here Mr.?"
"Chaz, its Chaz," he said in a whisper that was deep and heavy .
"Look, I am tired and I am not into games. Beside if you have forgotten, you are my ex's lawyer, so isn't there a breach of some legal order or something being here?," I asked feeling less rattled in spite of the warm wetness now running down between legs and on to the floor.
He didn't answer me and yet now that I think about it ... he did. Chaz leaned the lower part of his body into me pinning firmly against the wall. These immediately heighten my desire and it also let me know that he was hanging with me. Chaz slowly began to grind his cock into my tummy as he began to answer my question. I listened first in surprise at his boldness and reason. Then put his leg between mines and grind his thigh into my sloppy wet pussy and I lost the ability to focus I could only feel.
As he talked in whispered tones, I rode his
expensively covered thigh. Soaking it with my wetness as I marked him with my scent, until the roaring in my ears started again and I gave myself freely over to cumming. I knew that he watched me in the thralls of my orgasm, moaning and screaming my release as my physical release came warm and wet. Sending its fragrances into the air between us to mix and be remembered.
I opened my eyes as the afterglow claimed and sooth me I found myself in his lap. With my kimono gaping showing him what I am sure he already knew. He opened it further and with his eyes he looked at... touched me. Taking in slowly the fullness of my breasts and large mauve nipples that were still firm. Then he had me stand, as he slowly slipped the kimono off my body to pool in a silk pile at my feet. I felt like Venus rising from out of the silk to display my full figured hour glass body to his appraising and appreciate viewing. He continued is visual touching of my body even standing to walk around me to check out the rest of me.
I knew that I shouldn't be standing there acting as if nothing was going on. But it was like it didn't matter, nothing mattered. I was the one who touched him, rode his thigh until I came and soaking it very well.
He was standing behind me when I felt his hand hovering above my skin. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the enjoyment of his ....
Then he was gone....
Chris Standring: Contemplation