Mrs. Teresa Cherry sat in my office as we discussed her case. At that time, I had my Columbus office at Mound and High, and I was doing volume Domestic Relations work. I can't recall how Mrs. Cherry became a client, but I can recall that she was a divorce client and a Filipino. It was a mild joke that she went by "Terry Cherry", she wasn't a dancer. Her husband was Mike Cherry, and, as an army sergeant, he had married Terry when he was stationed in the Philippines. Their divorce case was not significant - certainly not worth writing about. But when it came round for her final divorce hearing, Mrs. Cherry needed a witness. As her witness she brought with her another Filipino woman, her friend Maria. The hearing was set for an early December day that was seasonably cold.
We all met in Court that morning, in the old Municipal Court building that housed the Divorce Court for years. Terry and her friend were standing outside the courtroom, and Terry waived at me as I approached. The first thing Terry did was introduce me to her friend Maria. I was magnetically and immediately drawn to Maria, who stood out as the focal point in a very crowded hallway. She was a very attractive woman, well dressed, and a shapely 5'3. I'd guess her weight at a light 105 pounds. She wore a white button front blouse, through which I noticed her nice chest, linked to a tiny waist. Black heels with tight navy blue slacks highlighted her small firm butt. Long curly black hair ran half way down her back. Maria was as much Spanish as Filipino, a cross resulting from the 300 year Spanish rule over the Philippines. She had a Eurasian look about her flawless face; high cheekbones, deep set eyes, light smooth skin.
While we rehearsed for our hearing, I asked if the two women had any celebration plans after Terry's divorce was finalized. I offered to take them to lunch, and they accepted. An hour later we were all in Terry's van, heading to an Asian restaurant at the corner of Grandview Avenue and old Scioto River Road. Terry drove, and I chatted with Maria. I wanted to know more about her. I soon learned that she was 28 years old. Maria was fluent in several languages; she spoke Spanish, dialects of Filipino, Japanese, Chinese, a little French and American English. She was no dumb bimbo. Now I'm no slouch myself, I keep in shape, I am 6' 1, 185 pounds. And I am a handsome guy of Italian heritage - good looks and appearance mean a lot to me.
Once inside the restaurant, our conversation drifted into mild flirtation. Then Maria told me that she was married, which surprised me, but that she was bored with her husband. She went on about how excitement was missing from her life. The gals drank a few exotic drinks - I had a Tsing Chao or two - then we finished our meals and left the restaurant.
On the way back to my office, Maria was boldly flirting with me. We sat together on a bench seat in the back of the van while Terry drove. Maria claimed it was cold, and she asked me to put my arms around her. Then she let me put my hands on her breasts and her butt as I held her and kissed her. Maria became excited as we hugged, and I did too. With Terry listening, she told me that she wanted to have an affair, and asked me if I would have an affair with her. Yes, I have been picked up many times, but no one, especially not a beautiful stranger, ever asked me that before. I didn't know if she was drunk, or horny, or teasing me. I gave her tits a good feel as I wondered if I would ever see her again.
"Maria," I said, "will you come back tomorrow and see me? We can meet in my office and go to lunch."
Maria responded, "Sure, I would like that", and we agreed that she would meet me around 1:00, at my office in Columbus, the following day.
I was impressed with her promptness. At precisely 1:00 Maria arrived in the reception area, and she introduced herself to my secretary Kelly. I came out of my office to see her standing there. Maria was dressed for the occasion. My tongue swelled at the sight of her. She wore brown spiked heels, tight slacks that kissed her crotch, and a tight button up blouse that allowed her boobs to poke through the spaces between the buttons. Kelly took one quick glance at her, figured the scene out, and then told the two of us that she would be taking a long break for lunch. I led Maria into my office as Kelly left.
"Wow, thanks for coming" I said. "You look great".
"Thank you" she replied, blushing a little, embarrassed by the situation she was getting into. She sat down in an office chair. Myself, instead of sitting behind my desk, I sat in the chair next to her. Light jazz was playing on the office stereo.
"Yesterday, were you serious about wanting an affair, or were you fooling me?" I asked.
She cast a hard stare at me and said, "I don't know, I don't know what I want. My husband hasn't made love to me in over a year. Imagine that, a year. But I have never cheated on him. A year is a long time. I look myself in the mirror and I wonder why. Is it my hair? My perfume? I doubt everything about myself. I want to know someone, I want to love someone. I feel so unappreciated."
"He must be blind" I shot back. "You are a beautiful woman."
Maria smiled at me as I complimented her.
"Stand up and let me admire you."
Maria stood up for me, and moved for me in front of me. She was Eurasian eye candy as she danced across the floor. I rose from the chair and put my arms around her, I spun her around slowly, and I kissed her on the mouth. She was shy at first, hesitant, a real stranger in unknown territory.
"You weren't teasing me yesterday, were you?" I asked.
"A little bit. But I am here in your arms now," she said.
My hands found their way across her breasts, which were held firm in a 36C bra, and then my hands went down to her tight fanny. We kissed as I felt her, though she was motionless in my arms. She was not fighting me off, not in any way. It was as if I could do with her as I pleased. So I started to have my way with her, as they used to say. I unbuttoned her blouse and massaged her breasts, first through her bra, and then I pushed her bra cups down and felt her bare. Maria was the first Asian woman that I had been with, and I was surprised at the darkness of her nipples, which contrasted against her white skin. I took her small hands and I place them on my crotch, where my cock was getting hard. Next I unzipped my fly, and I told Maria to kneel down.
Surprisingly, because I didn't know where this was going either, Maria got on her knees in front of me. But as she did, she was trembling. Things were happening fast, she'd only been in my office 5 minutes, she'd only known me one day. I pulled my penis out, put her hand on it, but she would hardly even look at it. There knelt this beautiful woman in front of me, her blouse open, with her hand on my cock. She tried to move her mouth on me, she lightly brushed her face against my cock, but she couldn't - or at least wouldn't - take my dick in her mouth.
"I've never done this," she looked up at me and said. "I've never sucked a man. I'm sorry, I just can't do it."
