Here cum da judge!

[stratocaster]

"Ms. Johnson, I would like to see you in my chambers when court has adjourned." I told her.

Ms. Johnson, a young and attractive prosecutor has been coming into my courtroom for about a year now. At first, I thought her flirting was my imagination, but her advances clearly became bolder as we got to know each other better.

She wore extremely tight clothing in court, which a distraction, but perfectly within protocol. However, she began flashed me on more than one occasion, parting her legs and giving me a clear view up her short skirt. She had asked me to dinner on several occasions, but I politely made excuses and declined. Not that I wasn't attracted to her, I just thought it best, under the circumstances, to keep our relationship purely professional.

Any way, on this particular day, she crossed the line with her sexual advances. In the middle of a defense attorney's opening remarks, she let her legs fall open and let a hand fall to her lap. I purposely tried to ignore her actions, but couldn't stop my eyes from wandering in her direction.

I was outraged because I couldn't concentrate on the lawyer's remarks, yet I was becoming totally aroused at this spectical. Her hand slid down inside her panties and her eyes never left mine as she carresed herself.

After court I went to my chambers and poured a scotch to help me relax. I was still hard underneath my robe. I sat back in my chair as someone knocked on the door.

"Come in." I said, sitting up straight and folding my arms accross my desk.

 

[Mirage]

It had always been just a game to me. Pushing the envelope. Seeing how much I could get away within a court of law. It was supposed to be a bastion of morality, and I got a certain thrill from pushing the edges of the taboo.

That's why I always wore such tight and revealing outfits. They weren't slutty or trashy; on the contrary they were quite sophisticated and businesslike...just extremely sexy, and borering on the edges of propriety.

Today however, I may have gone to far. I had woken up particulary horny this day, and the case I was trying was completely one-sided. Everyone knew the defendant was guilty, so why bother listening to the closing remarks by either side?

As my opponent began his meandering soliloquy, I let my legs fall open slightly, and my hand to drop down to my lap. I was pretty sure that no one could see. No one that is, except for the judge if he chose to look that closely. I never really expected to be caught...it looks like I may have been wrong though.

After court was adjourned, I gathered my things and headed for his office. My mind was racing, hoping that he wouldn't move to dis-bar me for my behavior in court that day. I knocked on the door.

"Come in," I heard him say from the other side.

And so I did...

 

[stratocaster]

She walked into my office with trying her best to pretend that she didn't know why I had asked to see her. I had to hand it to her, she had complete conviction (pardon the pun) in everything she did and said.

I motioned to one of the leather chairs directly opposite my desk. "Have a seat Councilor"

She sat down, now taking extra precautions to keep her legs together, pulling the hem of her skirt as far down her thigh as it would go.

I shook my head and smiled sarcastically as she did this. She returned my look with a quizzical stare. I gave her a stern look right back and said "A little late for that, don't you think Ms. Johnson?"

Still feigning ignorance, she tilted her head sideways and gave me that same look.

"Your dress Ms. Johnson!" I said raising my voice. "You've been showing me your panties and touching yourself all day in my courtroom and now that we are here, alone in my chambers, you've suddenly become a lady? Why is that Ms. Johnson?" I said, leaning back in my chair and folding my arms.

 

[Mirage]

I take the proffered seat, a high-backed, very comfortable leather chair, and smooth my short skirt as far down my thighs as possible, crossing my slim legs in the process.

The judge immediately begins questioning me as to why I'm trying to act so demure now when, just minutes ago in the courtroom I was behaving so brazenly.

I keep my face innocent, my hands folded and resting in my lap.

"Because I am a lady, your honor," I reply

"I may have been dancing around the edges of propriety in the courtroom, but I assure you it was merely in fun. And you certainly made your own choice to look," I said, softly, evenly.

 

[stratocaster]

Ok, if she wants to play games, then we'll play one of my games, I thought, listening to her smug tone.

"Ms. Johnson, we're both adults so lets drop the bullshit ok? You obviously have a fetish of some sort for public exhibitionism, so instead of having you disbarred, I will help you with this…problem of yours. I will, in effect be your psychoanalyst of sorts. You can accept my help and overcome this problem or you can decline it and find a new profession. It's that simple. So, what'll it be Ms. Johnson?"

Her legs were twitching as she sat listening to my offer. Her nipples were actually becoming stiff, visible through the thin satin material of her blouse. My cock started to firm up in my pants. This could be a lot of fun, I thought, as I waited for her reply.

 

[Mirage]

I tried to maintain an exterior of calm, but inside I was panicking...he was actually talking disbarment, and I knew that he could probably get it done.

I had no idea what he might have in mind, but I decided for now it would be best to go along with it, as I didn't want to be out of not only a job, but a profession.

I adjusted my skirt once again, and sat up a little straighter in my chair.

"I'll accept your help, your honor."

 

[stratocaster]

"Good." I said.

I sensed that she was apprehensive about going along with this, but she was intelligent enough to realize that she really had no other option.

"Well, I have the rest of the afternoon off. I think we should get started right away. Are you up to it councilor?"
I don't think she was expecting to begin right away. She stumbled for an answer.

"If you need help in clearing your schedule, I can vouch for you." I told her, hoping that would sway her in the right direction. I found myself looking at her legs as I waited for a response.

 

[Mirage]

I found myself struggling for words as he suggested that we begin right away.

I made a half-hearted attempt at an excuse for why I couldn't, but we both knew it wasn't going to fly. I could feel his eyes on my legs as I simply nodded my head.

"That would be fine," I said softly.

 

[stratocaster]

"Well, if we're going to do this, we may as well do it right." I said, getting up and walking to the door to lock it.

"Why don't you get comfortable on the couch." I told her, taking her by the elbow and guiding her towards the black leather sofa.

As she sat down on the couch, I motioned for her to put her legs up and lay back. "That's better." I said, pulling one of the large leather chairs next to the couch and taking a seat.

Her skirt was bunched up slightly and when she reached to straighten, I placed a hand on hers and said "Leave it. I want you to be completely relaxed. Now, close your eyes."

I could see her pink silk slip but could not see up her skirt, as her legs were still together. Her chest rose up and down, proudly stretching the silk fabric. I felt like a voyeur and I was enjoying it immensely.

"Now, I want you to tell me about one of your flashing experiences, in detail. Pick anyone you'd like, it doesn't matter. Tell me how it felt when you were doing it, what you were thinking and what you think you gained from the experience, even if mere arousal was your only gain."

When she began speaking, I started taking notes on my legal pad. Throwing in the occasional "hmmm".

 

[Mirage]

I layed myself down on the leather couch as he requested, and made a move to straighten out my skirt. He stopped me, of course and I could sense him trying to get a glance up my short skirt.

He pulled up a chair, and sitting there with a pad and pencil, asked me to describe a "flashing" experience. If his goal was to humiliate me, he had certainly gotten off to a good start.

Trying hard not to let color rise to my cheeks, I gathered my thoughts, and told him about a time that I was sitting on a bench in the park, and would occasionally let my skirt ride up, my legs to part, or my fingers to briefly brush across my silk panties, when other might catch a glimpse. I told him how it made me feel, the arousal, the hammering of my heart, the idea that I might be caught doing it, even the shame that accompanied the act.

He merely listened, taking notes, and occasionally humming to himself.

 

[stratocaster]

"So, now that you have been caught, how do you feel? Do you have the urge to show me your panties, like you did in the courtroom, perhaps touch yourself while I watch?"

I waited for her reply, my cock starting to twitch in my pants.

 

[Mirage]

"I feel...alot of guilt," I murmur, eyes still closed, my legs scissoring a little..parting enough to give you a glimpse of my pink panties..

My nipples hardening against my bra and blouse, as I adjust myself on the leather couch, my breathing getting a little heavier...

 

[stratocaster]

"There's no reason to feel guilty. You have a problem and I am here to help you. Now, you didn't answer my quesion Ms. Johnson. Do you want to show me your panties? I can see your legs are restless. Do you want to lift your skirt and show me? I asked you, my own breath becoming heavy.

 

[Mirage]

"Yes," I whispered, and reached down, slowly raising my tight little skirt up my thighs...revealing my soft pink panties..

 

[stratocaster]

Your eyes closed, you lift your dress slowly up your stockinged thighs until the soft mound of your pussy, covered in pink satin appears. My own heart is pounding as your skirt inched higher and higher.

"Does that feel better?" I ask. "Just relax and let your legs fall open a little. That's it. Would you like to touch yourself? Are you thinking of how nice it would feel to slip your hand down the front of your panties, here, in front of me?"

 

[Mirage]

"Yes," I whisper again.

I let my fingers trace the outline of my panties, playing softly along the smooth taught skin of my tummy, teasing myself. And then ever so slowly, my fingers slip into the tops of my panties..sinking down over my smooth mound, to rub and brush against my moist pink lips.."Ummmm..," I moan softly, eyes remaining closed. My legs open and close as my fingers explore..

 

[stratocaster]

As I watch your hand dissapear under the flimsy, thin fabric, my own hand drops to my lap. I squeeze my rock hard cock through the material, massaging myself as I watch your fingers move underneath the panties.

"Does that feel nice?" I ask. "I'm really enjoying watching you. Watching you play with your pussy. I'll bet it is wet, isn't it? Would you like to watch me touch myself too? Would you like me to stroke myself and we can watch each other?"

 

[Mirage]

"Mmhmm," I mumur nodding my head, my fingers slipping and sliding around my moist lips underneath my panties..

I let my eyes open, and see your hand on your crotch, rubbing yourself through your clothes..I lick my lips softly, as my legs fall open once again..

 

[stratocaster]

Never taking my eyes off your busy hand sliding around underneath your panties, I undo my button and slide down my zipper. My white silk boxers do little to diguise my cock as my hand slips inside the open fly. You are watching me, waiting for my cock to appear. I take hold of my shaft and guide it through the opening, the head shiney with precum.

You gasp slightly, never imagining that judges can have large cocks. Mine is large, but more immpressively thick. My hand wrapped tightly around the smooth skin of my shaft, I reach in and free my large balls, hairless, taught skin, perfectly round. My other hand caresses my balls while I slowly begin stroking my dick, my thumb smearing the precum around the head and under the rim.

You moan watching me, the pace of your fingers quickens and your legs fall further apart, one reasting on the floor and the other on the back of the sofa. As your hand pulls the material of your panties to and fro, I catch quick glimpses of the soft, smooth pink flesh of your cunt, the light reflecting off the wet surface of your folds.

"Pull your panties aside so I can see your pussy. I want to see your fingers slide inside your tight seam."

 

[Guest]

My sharp intake of breath was audible in the tight chambers. For a moment my mind was racing, all the small moments that had led me here, and then I went blank. I could feel the satin against the back of my hand, smooth and cool, and the slick heat against my fingertips. I could hear my breathing and the sounds of traffic and low voices from the street outside, and then your voice again, more commanding now..

"Show me. You need to show me what you're doing with your hand between your legs. Let me watch you play with that pretty pink pussy."

My toes curled against the warm leather and I moved one hand down to the damp patch of satin between my open thighs. I took the shiny fabric between my fingers and pulled it to the side. The panties grew taut over the back of my knuckles, my right hand trapped now between the fabric and my tender flesh.

I let my right leg drop lower, exposing myself to you a little more as I turned my cheek to the sofa and watched you watching me...so intently. Your eyes were glued to my fingers sliding up and down the slick seam of my sex, dipping into that secret hollow and then pulling the wetness back up and over my swollen clit.

My lips parted and my breathing grew more ragged as you stroked the length of your shaft. The head of your cock looked as slick and wet as I felt to my own fingers. I pulled my hand from between my legs and drew my index finger between my lips, licking and sucking my sweetness from them.