Miss Natalie Returns: A young lawyer receives an interesting offer.
The main character in this story, Natalie, is based on a character first introduced by susanstoryteller. The character first appears in her story titled
Natalie's Story
and also makes an appearance in a couple of her other stories as well. After reading her first story I thought that the character deserved a follow up of their own. The character Natalie is used here with susanstoryteller's full knowledge and consent. The events of my own follow up story occur approximately ten years after the original story. This story will be submitted in three parts. All three parts have been completed. I hope to submit each next part as the previous part is posted. If there is interest, I will try to write additional parts as time permits.
No sex in this first part only build-up.
Part One
My name is Natalie. I am twenty-eight years old. My hair is light brown slightly long hanging down just past my shoulders. I am not too tall. Only about 5'5" and 115 pounds. My measurements are 34C-24-34. Overall, I would say that I am quite the attractive young woman. Now what else is there that I should tell you about myself.
I graduated from law school four years ago near the top of my class and less than a year after that I passed my state's bar exams. Since graduation I have been working at a small but very prestigious law firm in a same city in which I grew up. Thanks in part to an excellent letter of recommendation from the senior partner of the law firm my mother works for as a secretary, and I had spent my summers as an undergraduate clerking there as well.
Earlier this week I was part of a team that had successfully closed a really big very important case for the law firm. This morning the partners announced because of my hard work and dedication that I would be getting a well-deserved promotion and receiving a bonus as well. All in all, I would say that my life was going very well. But it was about to get even better. And a whole lot more interesting.
Currently since it was Friday night, I decided to treat myself to a very nice dinner out after work and then maybe a drink afterwards. Being at the moment between boyfriends or even a girlfriend for that matter, I had discovered at a very young age that I am definitely bisexual, I decide to just go out alone.
After dinner at one of the best steakhouses in town I decided to have an after-dinner drink at a nearby bar down the street on the corner. I really liked this particular bar. The clientele was usually made up of young professionals. There were lawyers like me, some stockbrokers and financial managers, and a lot of people involved in various types of sales looking to network.
Sitting alone at the counter in the bar I am sipping a very fine single malt scotch. I know not very lady like. It is a taste that I had acquired from a very good previous acquaintance. Since I had left for the restaurant straight from work, I was still wearing a very conservative dark blue skirt that comes down to well below my knees and a plain white blouse. Over the blouse I have on a dark blue business coat that matches my skirt. I was sitting with my back to the door. Nor did I look around the bar very much at the people around me. No one there was of really much interest to me. That is until she walked up to me saying, "Hi, you look lonely. May I join you." Like I said before my life was about to get a lot more interesting.
The woman who now joined me was blonde. Probably in her early to mid-forties. But obviously still took really good care of herself. She was very attractive. Wearing a black dress with a plunging V-neckline that clearly displayed ample cleavage showing off her large and most definitely enhanced breasts. I also noticed the very large diamond ring on her finger.
She began our conversation by introducing herself, "I'm Linda. I hope that I am not intruding."
"No not at all. I am Natalie, nice to meet you," trying to be polite. "Please take a seat," motioning to the empty barstool on my left.
"I have been watching you for a while," she began, "Sitting alone by yourself. It's very obvious that you are not waiting for someone to join you. And you are way too beautiful to be sitting her by yourself."
"How do you know that I am not waiting for someone?" I asked.
"You've been sitting here with your back to the door for a while now. You're not looking around waiting for someone to join you. Just slowly sipping and enjoying your drink. What is that? Is that scotch?"
"Yes, from a very small distillery in the northern part of Scotland. This is the only place in town that serves it."
