Looking at you talk to me about your job, I see your mind computing. I can feel a stir inside me as a result. Of course I give nothing away. I listen intently and ask you question but my pussy is wet.
Cerebral seduction is the best.
A natural break in the conversation prompts me to suggest we move things to my bedroom. It may sound rehearsed but Im ready. I still want to take it slow….
We kiss and kiss and kiss, just standing there. I unbutton your shirt slowly, and I sit. I press my cheek against the warm skin of your stomach. I let my hands grope the band of your boxers. In this moment I imagine you talking to your colleagues and clients.
I don’t stop there. Lower and lower I go, feeling the smooth fabric and your warm skin. You keep it professional as if my head is not locked into your groin. I know how stoic you are being and I let it go a little more…a little more…Now. I. Have. You.
The palm of my hand. I look up. There you are looking down.
Oh the legal-ease of it all…
Music mood: Rolling Stones ” gimme shelter”
the paralegal xo