It was almost 8 pm and the courthouse was abandoned. The heels on my shoes echoed on the marble floor in the foyer. I greeted the security guard on the way to my chambers. I'd forgotten the Belanger brief and it had to be read before morning session.
As I turned the corner, he startled me. A young upstart lawyer. What was he doing in the courthouse at this time of night? I knew him. He had been in my courtroom a number of times. He showed promise. He had the makings of a good litigation lawyer. He was also very sexy, very fit, very handsome.
Sometimes I creamed my panties when he was around. A couple times I caught myself playing with my clitoris, under my robes, while court was in session. Thank God they don't allow camera's behind the judge!
Well, when John and I bumped into each other in the hall. I slipped and fell. What a gentleman. He helped me to my chambers. He wanted to call a doctor but I wouldn't let him. Oh I wanted him then. It's hard to see the cut of a man's body under a shirt and jacket, but I can spot a firm stomach and a tight butt from 250 yards. My libido has kept my imagination going through traffic court many nights.
He was at my mercy so I asked him to get me a glass of water. He sat and massaged my foot and we began talking. The talk was innocent. I was so engrossed that I didn't notice that his hands had moved up my stockings. My nipples hardened - their new state visible through my silk shirt. I couldn't believe what he was doing. Damn it - I'm a Judge. We stared into each other's eyes.
He kissed me. No I did not stop him. I rather enjoyed it. It was passionate. It was filled with hunger. I knew then that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He cradled my face in his hands as we kissed. And then he caressed my breasts.
