As a junior member of a law firm one tends to get to do a lot of menial things, running errands and basically doing all those things that the partners don't want to do themselves. I'd just started at one of the country's biggest law firms and so far I'd mostly been running around like an assistant to anybody and everybody senior to me in the firm. Spending one week feeding the cat of one of the partners as she took her vacation. Honestly I liked her cat better than her but I wanted to keep my job so.
That day my boss called me into his office and told me to run some documents to a client that was staying at a local hotel. Telling me I'ld have to sign them confirming that I'd witnessed her signing them. Telling me she was a widow who's business meant a lot to the firm so I was to stay on my most amicable behaviour, best foot forwards in other words.
I wasn't surprised to see that she was staying at one of the most luxurious hotels in town, but I was surprised at the look I got from the receptionist when I asked for her room number. It was as if he knew something I didn't and it was giving him a lot of fun. He was smirking in a most annoying and disturbing way as he called up to her suite to ask if she had any knowledge about my visit. He soon told me her room number and pointed me to the elevators.
I didn't think that much about it, the firm had all kinds of clients and this being a widow I was most probably going to meet an old lady that might have some funny little ways. It was a little weird though that my boss hadn't given me an assignment for when I returned but then I was very seldom left without one for long. Getting out of the elevator I made my way to her door.
I knocked on the door and a female voice answered from inside, asking for my business. Standing right in front of the peep hole in the door I told her who I was. As the door slowly opened I was rather surprised to see a woman who could at the most be ten years my senior and probably less. wearing a rather tight black dress that ended halfway down her thigh, though without cleavage it still managed to reveal quite a lot about her bosom, it's neckline ending just a little below her jaw. I found myself staring and had to smack the back of my mental head to look her in the eyes instead. Looking into her blue-green eyes and drowning.
She turned around and I followed her in, my eyes drifting down along her long auburn hair to her bum. Following her in slightly dazed and wondering if I dared to hope. We sit down at a small table and I notice that she crosses her legs but not in the way that most women do it, putting one knee over the other, but rather like some men do it, by resting one foot or rather ankle on one knee. Leaving her thighs spread wide and me fighting myself not to look.
Introducing myself further I pick up the papers for her to sign. She gives them a casual and uninterested look before asking for a pen. Digging around in my briefcase to find the very best one before giving it to her. She starts signing and then slides the papers over to me, I sign where there's a small sticker saying "As witnessed by". We keep a high pace about halfway through when she drops the pen. My manners getting the best of me before I can think about it so I bend down to pick it up.
Before I can stop myself I'm looking up her dress and realising that she isn't wearing any panties whatsoever. Just looking at her clean-shaven cunt with just a little bit of hair above it, just wishing I could get to kiss it, lick it, taste it, feel it, explore it, thrust into it. Wanting to please her animal inside as it's awakened my inner animal. Trying to snap out of it I get up and give her back the pen, hoping she didn't notice me looking and that I wasn't under the table long enough to arouse suspicions. Just knowing that she's not wearing any panties makes me shiver and feel uncomfortable inside my pants.
We work our way through the rest of the papers, I'm fighting myself constantly not to stare at her groin. As if merely looking at what I wanted would make it mine. I sign the last paper and rise up. About to leave I walk towards the door... with my back to her she tells me to stop and I don't know what I expect but I don't get it.
As I stand there frozen into place she tells me that she saw me looking up her skirt and needs a damn good reason not to tell my boss, in which case I'ld be out of a job within an hour and have severe difficulties ever finding a new one. I start to say please but she interrupts me, telling me that if I'm going to beg I should do so properly and on my knees. Turning around I'm unable to look into her eyes as I kneel before her, telling her that I need my job more than anything else. That I rely on it to be able to make any sort of career.
Getting up she tells me to follow her, as I start to get up she tells me to follow her on my knees and I do so. Crawling after her. She sits down on the edge of the bed with me kneeling in front of her, sitting down with legs apart making my mind wander back to that extra mouth of hers that I'm longing to get to know. She asks me if I'll do anything she says and I just nod, hopeful and fearful at the same time. She pulls at my hair and makes me face her, forcing me to look into her eyes. She asks me why I had such difficulties looking away. Trying to use every flattering word I can remember I start to describe her cunt and it's effect on me. She smiles more and more widely as I go on.
Grabbing my chin she looks me right in the eyes and tell me it's a good thing I find it so attractive because I'm going to spend some time getting to know it. She hitches up her skirt, sliding it almost all the way up to her hips, and tells me to go at it. To kiss and lick it, her. Relieved and thankful that this is what she wants I lean forward and start kissing her thighs, kissing and caressing her lovely thighs. Spreading them wide.
A feast of femininity before me I go at it with a hearty appetite, kissing and nibbling on her beautiful thighs. Caressing her lovely legs with greedy hands and fingers. Wiggling my hands in under her bottom to get a feel of that too. Squeezing her buttocks as my lips near their target. Such sweetness in a woman, is a woman. Light kisses coming closer to those lips of hers, my tongue playing on the inside of her thighs. Her hand in my hair, ruffling it around. From a professional to her dedicated personal licker in just a few minutes, licking her with all my might.
Getting my first taste of those lips of hers, gently spreading them to get at the honey within. Taking one side of the lips into my mouth and gently sucking on it. Then taking the other and soon also the hood covering her clit and gently sucking on them all. How could anyone ever be tempted to remove something so wondrous?
Spreading her lips for another lick inside, pushing my tongue a bit further in this time. Exploring with my tongue, putting her thighs up on my shoulders to get as close in as possible. Holding her against my face as if I was trying to put my whole head into her. Flicking against her tongue to see if it had hardened. Finding it erect I started to suckle it gently, giving it more effort as her moans got louder. Feeling her shake in my arms, digging her fingers hard into my hair and holding it tight. I could feel her tense up and arch her back.
She was moaning louder and louder. Falling back onto the bed I followed her, both because I wanted to and because she'd crossed her legs behind my head, locking it in place. She arched her back over and over as the waves of pleasure rolled in over her magnificent shore. I kept licking her and suckling her clit until she'd ridden out her climax completely. Only slowly did she let me go, releasing my head only when she was fully satisfied.
She sat back up again after a while, still panting as she pulled my chin and lips up into a kiss. Deeply exploring my mouth. What a magnificent woman. As the kiss ended she said that she tasted quite sweetly, asking me if I disagreed. Drowning in her eyes I could say nothing but yes. Smiling at my reply she kissed me again.
I was drunk from her taste and from her kisses when she asked me to stand up so she had to tell me twice to stand in front of her. When I did she told me to undress. I must've looked confused because she told me again and more sharply to take off my clothes. Nervously I began to do so, wondering at the back of my mind what I had to offer a woman like her. She soon told me to take off my pants first, when I wasn't quick enough she did it herself. Pulling them down and leaving me exposed in front of her. Exposed yet eager.
She stared at it for a while, as if closely inspecting my member, before looking up at me and telling me it wasn't too shabby. She let her hands roam freely over my stomach and thighs. Making me shudder as she explored my sensitive skin, she had to tell me again to keep taking my clothes off. My last act of undressing being to step out of my crumpled pants. Standing there in nervous nudity in front of her. Her roaming hands extending their dominion onto my sides, my lower back, the back of my thighs and then she even started squeezing my buttocks. Playfully giving them a few spanks. Making me shudder and moan before she'd even touched my staff. I could feel my skin tingling and vibrating form her touch, goosebumps allover my body. Her hands drifting as far up on the front of my body as my nipples, pinching and twisting them with a malevolent grin on her face.
Then her hands drifted onto the insides of my thighs, gently caressing closer and closer to my groin. To my sack and staff. She looked up at me. Revelling in the pleading look in my eyes, telling me to keep my hands behind my back as her hands lightly brushed up against my sensitive and hardened member. Teasing that stretched out thin and sensitive skin, making me bite my lip and almost whimper. She played with my balls, cupping them in her hand and kneading them very gently. Smiling up at me when I could barely stand to watch her as feeling it was almost too much.
