Her lips slid up and down my cock languidly. I sighed. She was good at this, but of course why wouldn’t she be? She was an older attorney and I was a newbie fresh from law school.
Maggie Reed, Attorney at Law, had the traditional crow’s feet around her eyes, her B cup breasts were pushed against my thighs, her brown thick hair balled up within my fingers. I motioned her head in rhythm with her cocksucking.
I had girlfriends who sucked my dick but not like this, she would pause her sucking to lick my shaft, tease my mushroom head with the tip of her pink tongue, wink at me when she saw my smile, and then tickle one of my balls with her middle finger as she pushed her mouth back upon my average dick.
It started about six years ago. I was working as a legal assistant through college for another defense attorney when I noticed Maggie in my trips to the jail. She was not the hottie my friend Joel would go after. He always said he had to hide his mom when I was around, which was untrue because his mom was not hot. So she was safe.
Maggie didn’t really strike me as hot as much as her personality was pretty cool. But we never really ran into each other except in the jail. As I would run into her during my law school days however, she had changed. She lost about fifteen pounds that really accentuated her still firm ass and her nice tits. While her fortieth birthday had come and gone she was still prettier then some of the other younger defense attorney chicks that were on the scene in Clarkson, Washington.
I asked her to coffee to tell her of my big new case that was going to trial and she accepted. It was there that I learned that she was bi-sexual. She wasn’t into the whole lesbian thing like she thought she was because muff diving was not something she enjoyed doing back. She gave me a coy smile and squeezed my hard-on underneath the table.
The next night we went out and when we got back to her place we fucked. She wasn’t one for foreplay as much as she just moaned that she was wet and that I needed to, “do things to her now.”
I complied. She stripped all of her clothing off batting my hands away when I tried to help telling me to worry about my own clothing. She only had on a dress that was easy for her to take off. Her black bra and panties were next and there she was, nude in front of me as I was still struggling with the buttons on my Hugo Boss shirt.