As Addison sat at the bar table watching Judge Collins speak, she couldn't help but run a finger over her lips subconsciously. The woman was gorgeous, made all the more sexy by the traditional wig and red gown she wore in her position as a Supreme Court judge. Addison thought she couldn't be more than forty, with smooth olive skin, perfectly shaped black eyebrows, enormous dark blue eyes with long Bambi-lashes, and the most sensual full mouth. She sat with authority and charisma, two qualities Addison had always found incredibly attractive. Addison mused to herself that this must have been one of the most enjoyable trials she had run as a Crown Prosecutor, inwardly smiling as she realised that, once again, she was wet.
Elizabeth Collins was glad her associate had prepared her judgment in writing because it was all she could do to concentrate on the pages in front of her. Addison Clarke always affected her this way, sitting directly below her in her black robe and wig, her gorgeous oval face framed by the white curls, her long auburn hair in a loose ponytail cascading down her back. Addison's eyes were a striking green, very intelligent and piercing, and Elizabeth found it difficult to maintain any semblance of focus if she looked into those eyes for long. But is was completely forbidden that any relationship form between the two, and Elizabeth was painfully aware of the necessity to keep a professional distance from the beautiful Crown.
As her decision drew to a close, Elizabeth allowed herself to relax, gazing at Addison over the top of her papers more frequently, taking in the intensity of Addison's gaze, noticing how she kept touching her mouth as she looked up at Elizabeth with an expression Elizabeth realised was lustful. Elizabeth stammered over the next sentence, blushing as she struggled to regain control of the thoughts suddenly appearing in her mind.....a naked Addison welcoming her into bed, kissing those pouting lips, sliding a hand down her smooth side....No. This cannot happen. Read, dammit ...read!
Addison could not help but smile knowingly as she watched Judge Collins struggle. She had caught the look in her eye as she gazed into Addison's face, and fantasised that the judge had been distracted by dirty thoughts. She pushed herself back from the bar table a little and re-crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together to soothe the throb in her clit, amazed at the slippery way her pussy lips pressed together.
Ten minutes later, the court rose to adjourn, and Addison sighed. She was almost disappointed the trial had ended. The prospect of seeing Judge Collins every day had greatly assisted her to get out of bed....and get to sleep after arching and cumming imagining her lips on the Judge's clit. Just the thought of cupping that beautiful face in her hands and kissing those incredible lips had Addison groaning out loud.
But she packed up, slowly, looking up to see what the judge was doing as she did. After a few minutes she was surprised to see Judge Collins still there, obviously taking her time. Addison told her solicitor and detectives she'd meet them outside, sighing in relief when they all told her they'd meet her at the pub over the road for a celebratory drink. She turned back to face Judge Collins, scanning the room quickly and realising they were quite alone. Holding her law books in her arms, Addison walked a little closer to the bench, looking up at the judge with interest, waiting to see what might happen.
Elizabeth could feel the quiet descend on the courtroom before she became consciously aware of it. Looking up as she picked up her files, her gaze landed on Addison Clarke, standing watching her with an unreadable expression on her face, arms full of books, her head now bare, gown tucked into her barrister's bag so that now her exquisitely tailored charcoal pinstripe suit hugged her curves. Elizabeth's breath caught as she was overcome by the sheer sexual pull she felt towards the younger woman.
"That was a, um...a very well run trial, Madame Crown. Congratulations," was all she could think to say. Addison bowed her head a little, a knowing smile dancing on her lips, "Thank you, Your Honour. It was a sincere pleasure." The tone of her voice and the lust in her eyes left Elizabeth with no misconceptions about what was on Addison's mind, and Elizabeth literally froze with indecision, feeling a quivering heat ignite between her thighs just from that look.
The two women stood rock still and stared at each other for what seemed like an age. Finally, Elizabeth blinked as she saw her associate peak into the courtroom out of the corner of her eye, and she made a decision which she knew she may regret. "Perhaps you would like to discuss this in my chambers, Miss Clarke?" Addison smiled softly, her eyes full of lust, "Yes, Your Honour. Perhaps now would be convenient?" Elizabeth licked her lips and said throatily, "Yes, now is fine."
The door had barely closed behind them when Elizabeth pushed Addison up against her solid oak desk forcefully, making Addison drop her books and bag in a rush at their feet. Their lips met harshly, the pent up need they'd both been fighting for months released in that first kiss. Tongues sliding wetly, hands fumbling with clothing until they broke apart laughing....Addison couldn't work out how to undo the judge's robes and Elizabeth guided her hands, watching with parted lips as Addison's hands slid under them, lifting them from her shoulders.
