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My name is Tony Wilson and I’m 24 years old, 5 foot 11 tall and 170 pounds, with brown hair and eyes. I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area and spent 6 years in high school and college rowing Crew. I still keep in shape at the gym four times a week with circuit training and swimming. I tried a local qualifier for the Ironman Triathlon last year, but finished in the middle of the pack, probably because I hadn’t trained six or seven times a week like serious athletes do.
After graduating from Berkeley 18 months ago, I postponed starting law school to spend time with my mother. My dad, the judge, had passed away unexpectedly that summer, which shattered so much for mom and me. Her training as a marriage and family counselor didn’t give her a free pass from going through the stages of grief. So mom and I supported each other a lot as we worked to find our new normal life without dad.
I am going to start law school in a few months, but in the interim I’m working as a paralegal with a big downtown law firm. Dad was a partner with the firm for 15 years before becoming a judge, and it was his dream for me to follow in his footsteps there. I really didn’t ask for the job myself. It just took one phone call from my mom to her best friend Judy, who is the executive assistant to the managing partner.
One day of my second week on the job, Judy asked me to take a contract to an important client's house for her signature. I had never met the client, one Adriana Smith Pennington, but the other paralegals called her the "ice queen trophy wife".
The townhouse was in an expensive neighborhood and was the biggest on the block. A servant answered the doorbell then had me wait in the front parlor for, as he called her, “Madame Pennington”. The foyer and parlor were furnished entirely with antiques; I recognized a Stickley table and chairs like my grandmother had in her home.
I waited about five minutes then the lady breezed into the parlor wearing a cream silk robe tied loosely at the waist. I could see a sports bra underneath and by the sheen of sweat on her clavicle she appeared to have been working out.
"You have something for me to sign?" she said, getting right to business with no pleasantries.
"Yes, ma'am. Three copies here. I've got them flagged where you need to sign."
I had the documents laid out on the table. The lady sat down while I waited beside the table. She took a couple of minutes to read the document. I took the opportunity to have a good look at her.
Adriana Smith Pennington appeared to be mid-30's and quite attractive even without makeup. Her long strawberry blond hair was tied back and it looked like her natural color; I saw no hint of darker roots. Her bright green eyes were scanning the pages quickly, to focus in on a few key sections of the contract. Meanwhile, I focused in on the lady’s charms, like where the robe could not conceal the toned shape of her legs, nor the alluring fullness of her bosom. The aromas of her sweet perfume and tangy sweat blended nicely, and made a lasting impression on my senses.
After signing the contracts, she turned her face to me. I saw her gaze stop for just a moment to notice the tent that had developed in the front of my trousers. When her eyes got to mine, I was beginning to blush. With only a flicker of a smile, Madame Pennington resumed her no-nonsense business face.
My name is Tony Wilson and I’m 24 years old, 5 foot 11 tall and 170 pounds, with brown hair and eyes. I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area and spent 6 years in high school and college rowing Crew. I still keep in shape at the gym four times a week with circuit training and swimming. I tried a local qualifier for the Ironman Triathlon last year, but finished in the middle of the pack, probably because I hadn’t trained six or seven times a week like serious athletes do.
After graduating from Berkeley 18 months ago, I postponed starting law school to spend time with my mother. My dad, the judge, had passed away unexpectedly that summer, which shattered so much for mom and me. Her training as a marriage and family counselor didn’t give her a free pass from going through the stages of grief. So mom and I supported each other a lot as we worked to find our new normal life without dad.
I am going to start law school in a few months, but in the interim I’m working as a paralegal with a big downtown law firm. Dad was a partner with the firm for 15 years before becoming a judge, and it was his dream for me to follow in his footsteps there. I really didn’t ask for the job myself. It just took one phone call from my mom to her best friend Judy, who is the executive assistant to the managing partner.
One day of my second week on the job, Judy asked me to take a contract to an important client's house for her signature. I had never met the client, one Adriana Smith Pennington, but the other paralegals called her the "ice queen trophy wife".
The townhouse was in an expensive neighborhood and was the biggest on the block. A servant answered the doorbell then had me wait in the front parlor for, as he called her, “Madame Pennington”. The foyer and parlor were furnished entirely with antiques; I recognized a Stickley table and chairs like my grandmother had in her home.
I waited about five minutes then the lady breezed into the parlor wearing a cream silk robe tied loosely at the waist. I could see a sports bra underneath and by the sheen of sweat on her clavicle she appeared to have been working out.
"You have something for me to sign?" she said, getting right to business with no pleasantries.
"Yes, ma'am. Three copies here. I've got them flagged where you need to sign."
I had the documents laid out on the table. The lady sat down while I waited beside the table. She took a couple of minutes to read the document. I took the opportunity to have a good look at her.
Adriana Smith Pennington appeared to be mid-30's and quite attractive even without makeup. Her long strawberry blond hair was tied back and it looked like her natural color; I saw no hint of darker roots. Her bright green eyes were scanning the pages quickly, to focus in on a few key sections of the contract. Meanwhile, I focused in on the lady’s charms, like where the robe could not conceal the toned shape of her legs, nor the alluring fullness of her bosom. The aromas of her sweet perfume and tangy sweat blended nicely, and made a lasting impression on my senses.
After signing the contracts, she turned her face to me. I saw her gaze stop for just a moment to notice the tent that had developed in the front of my trousers. When her eyes got to mine, I was beginning to blush. With only a flicker of a smile, Madame Pennington resumed her no-nonsense business face.
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