Legal Affairs (closed)

[hereiam_1971]

Alice Andersen pulled her Explorer into her parking spot in the employees parking of the County Courthouse. Double checking in her mirror she saw the empty car seat and remember not even five minutes ago dropping her four year old daughter Leigh at day care. Sliding the silver sun blocker in the front window, she stepped out of her vehicle and crossed the cobbled street to the imposing building which took up the entire block.

She entered through the addition, a feature many small Nebraska cities had attached to the stone behemoths that had been built in the early twentieth century. She smiled at several of her friends, employees of one county office or another and entered the older part of the building. She always climbed the stairs, even though her office was on the third and final floor of the building.

Entering the clerk’s office she pulled a stack of folders from her mailbox. Giving her friend Dana, who was also the district clerk a wave, she continued down the hall to her office. In old fashioned gold lettering on a frosted glass door was her name “Alice Anderson” and below her title, “Judge, District 11”.

Her office had been renovated when she had been appointed as a judge only two years ago. Then at thirty-seven she had been one of the youngest appointees. Unlocking the door she entered the space, which was impeccably neat, rows of books sat on three shelves which took up the wall across from the door. Her large desk was covered with tidy piles of documents, magazines and other miscellaneous items.

She placed her trench coat on the rack and steeped into the small private restroom. She checked herself in the mirror. Knocking on the door of forty, she still like what she saw. Her big blue eyes sparkled back at her, her shoulder length blond hair, although a tad unruly from the Nebraska wind, framed her face. Her nose was slightly upturned with a dab of freckles that were fading away as the time she spent outside was shortened by the shortening of days.

Returning to her desk, she clicked the mouse on her computer and after punching in her password she brought up her calendar. She didn’t need too, she knew what was on the docket for the day. It was rare to have a murder case in the district, manslaughter cases certainly due to the distance traveled out in rural Nebraska and the proclivity for people to want to over indulge at the bar, but a premeditated murder case was rare indeed.

The case had ended up in her court; a number of factors weighed into the change of venue. The case had been originally been planned for Ogallala, but now it was coming here. The only wrinkle that she was unprepared for was the fact that the original prosecutor had suffered a heart attack. She knew that there had been a search for an additional ADA for that county, but she hadn’t been kept informed as to the progress. It appeared that someone had taken the job, since they hadn’t asked any of the prosecutors in her county to handle it. She more than likely had a copy of the individual’s background, but it didn’t seem to be that important.

Walking to the window, she looked out along the main thoroughfare. Several news vans had already began to arrive and as she looked further up the street she saw the van which was used to transport prisoners from the jail to the courthouse. That had been another reason they had changed venues, the jail had just recently been built and was far more secure than any others in the district.

After brewing a pot of coffee at the small hutch, she sat back and looked again through the brief. She was sure that the prosecution would ask for a continuance in order to get the new attorney up to speed. Glancing up at the clock, she stood and opening a small closet, she removed her black judges robes and slid them on. Locking the door behind her she headed down the hallway and through the door to the anteroom by the judges bench.

Dana was standing there with the bailiff Joe Moore. Giving Joe a nod of her head, he stepped into the courtroom. Dana handed her a sheaf of folders and she stepped through the curtain at the back of the courtroom. Joe’s voice thundered through the cavernous space with an “All Rise.”

Alice took her seat without looking through the courtroom, and raised her hand to indicate that the courtroom could continue as before she entered. As she flipped through the paperwork, she found the document on the new prosecutor. The name at the top of the sheet made her pause; then she quickly looked up, looking across the room at the prosecution’s table.

 

[Ikely]

Character appearance:
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Age: 39

Eric Wynter left his “home” quickly. His wife, Allison was in another one of her moods. She hated it here. She hated that fact that she had had to leave her home, first to come to Nebraska, but even more to have to leave Lincoln to come out into, quite literally, the middle of nowhere.

Eric would not pass up a job working in the Attorney General’s office of any state. He had left a very low paying position as a prosecutor in Tarrant County Texas to take the opportunity to work at the state level. He thought he had convinced her of the huge opportunity it was, considering that he was on the wrong side of 30.

He was wrong.

She was away from her friends. There were hardly any places to get a good pedicure in Lincoln and absolutely none in Ogallala or the little town where the trial was to be held.
There were no good Thai food restaurants and the nearest movie theater was almost 40 miles away.

She cried often and that was stressful for their 10 year old son, Luke.

When the Attorney General called him and told him of the county prosecutor having a heart attack and dying suddenly and that his office would have to send a temporary replacement to prosecute a case, Eric thought it would be something simple. When he was told it was a 1st degree murder, he was slightly shocked. It just did not seem like the place where people plot out and with malice aforethought, kill their neighbors. But Eric jumped at the chance. And in the process, created more family drama then he thought possible.

Entering the District Attorney’s office he was met by a beautiful 20 something legal secretary.

“Hello and welcome Mr. Wynter, I am Claire Kilburn.” The beautiful young brunette said with a smile.

Next he was introduced to the assistant district attorney, Roger Hammond. Roger, who would act as his second seat for this case looked like he graduated law school early last week.

“I don’t know if you have had a chance to review the case files and evidence yet but they are all stacked in your office. Me and Claire spent last night moving them in.” Roger said excitedly as they walked to his office.

“Thank you, Roger.”

Eric knew they did not have a lot of time before this morning’s hearing. He was going to ask for a continuance so that he could get up to speed on the case.

He had learned a little from the State Attorney General. Apparently, a local citizen, and county councilman had chainsaw murdered his entire family. The defendant had claimed initially that he did because they were possessed by demons, but had later recanted that confession on advice of counsel and was now saying he blacked out and could not remember anything about the night.

As they attorneys walked to the courtroom and Eric was adjusted his red power tie Roger said, “We drew Judge Anderson.”

“Is that good or bad?” Eric asked

“It’s good. She is really fair and doesn’t take any game playing in her court.” Roger replied, then smiled at Eric and said, “She is also a straight MILF.”

Eric grinned back as they walked in to the court room.

They took their seats to the right of the bench as they looked at it and at the table closest to the juror box.

As they waited for the judge to make her appearance, Eric looked at the defendant.
He was in his 50’s with dark hair and eye glasses with lenses so thick they could be used on the Hubble Space Telescope.
Though he had been locked down since his arrest, he looked clean shaven and wore a cheap suit.

“ALL RISE, THIS COURT IS NOW IN SESSION, THE HONORABLE JUDGE ANDERSON, PRESIDING.”

The judge indicated with her hand for all present to take their seats.

Eric was still jotting some real quick notes on his legal pad before he made his argument, certain that as soon as he asked for a continuance the defense was going to request the defendant be released from jail. Eric was not going to have that.

As he finished his notes he looked up at the judge.

She was staring right at him.

Then something clicked in Eric’s head. The judge looked very familiar to him.

He realized he was making a face of puzzlement as he stared at her.

And Roger was correct. The woman was stunning.

That was what Eric was studying. Her beauty was causing something to click in his mind.
Her luscious blonde hair, those enticing blue eyes, and her glistening red lips were triggering something.

Eric felt that he knew her.

He knew Judge Anderson but he could not place where he knew her from.

 

[hereiam_1971]

“Eric Wynters” was the name that was typed on the top of the CV for the prosecutor. Alice’s eyes scanned the table to her left and there sitting next to the empty jury box sat Eric. It had been almost fifteen years since she had seen him and he was still as handsome now as he had been back in Chicago.

She had been a first year law student, fresh out of a small state school in Nebraska. She had attended state college in order to be with her high school sweetheart. She had dismissed the rumors of his partying antics, while she, at first in the dorms, but later in the apartment they rented, studied; working for the grades to get accepted into the prestigious law school.

Eric had been a year ahead of her at the prestigious law college, and while they didn’t immediately become friends, they often ran through the same social circles. At one school function they had ended up making out, but she had put the brakes on anything more. Still every time they seemed to be together, study group, outing, sports event, there had been a connection between them. Still she put him off.

She had continued seeing her boyfriend, who had moved back to their western Nebraska town and taken over his father’s auto dealership. Rumors had persisted about his proclivities, and finally over a Christmas break her second year she had caught him with one of the women from the local bar. She had returned to Chicago, hoping that she hadn’t missed the opportunity to be with Eric

But she had, he had returned from his own Christmas break with news of a rekindled flame and by the time he graduated, she had seen an engagement ring on the Texan beauty that had come for his graduation. The last time she had seen him, their eyes had met, and she hoped that he would come to regret their missed chance as much as she did.

So she had fnished her year in Chicago and eventually moved back to Nebraska to try her hand at corporate law in Omaha. At her tenth high school reunion she had reconnected with her high school sweet heart Mark and before she knew it she was married and back living at home. She was able to find a position with a law office, but it never seemed to provide the excitement she had felt working for a big business.

She had been surprised when she was offered the opportunity for the judgeship. It seemed to be the kind of break she was looking for. Personally her marriage had been slowly circling the drain for some time. After she had had the two kids, Mark Jr at seven and Leigh who was four, things seemed to sour between her and her husband.

She was positive Mark, was cheating on her. The auto dealership had expanded and he owned a dozen different car dealerships through out western Nebraska. She always was a bit concerned when he found different reasons to spend the nights in these towns, but didn’t confront him over it; at least not yet.

Focusing back on the courtroom she motioned to the bailiff to begin his litany. She knew that the other judge who shared this courtroom, Judge Davis, secretly played games on his i-phone during this part of the trial, but she was still enthralled enough with the legal process to pay attention. Even having read every word being spoken at least several different times, she still was appalled at the viciousness of the crime that had been committed.

When Joe finished, she looked across to the prosecutors table; Eric sat next to Roger Hammond, a young attorney who had been handling a lot of the workload of the neighboring counties while the senior attorney had been out ill. Almost, as if reading her mind, Eric rose.

“Your honor,” he started; his voice hadn’t changed, it was the same rich tenor and Texas accent that had whispered to her back in Chicago. “The prosecution wishes to ask for a continuance on this case.” Roger had already stood up and handed a document to Joe, before retaking his seat. “I realize that there have been many delays to this case,” Mark continued, “but I have had only a week to get up to speed on this case.”

She knew that the defense attorney, Howard Russell would be in his feet in mere seconds. He was a poor attorney, but almost always looked for a time to interject his own voice; she though more often just to hear himself talk. Sure enough, Mark had not even landed his butt back in his chair before Howard was already on his feet sputtering through an argument that was far reaching.

“Mr Russell,” Alice called out, bringing the lawyer to a halt, “I think you mean to say that there have been many continuances in regards to this case already.” She knew Judge Davis always like to put in his two cents, grandioseing for the gallery, but she just wanted the man to get to the point.

“Yes, your honor.” Howard Russell quickly replied, picking up on the impatience in her voice.

“I am granting the continuance. Mister…” Alice acted like she was consulting the paper in front of her, “Mr. Wynter, can you be able to continue this case next week?”

 

[Ikely]

Eric was making his argument. But he had no idea what he was saying. He continued to stare at Judge Anderson, trying to recall who she was. But his memory was failing him.

The judge was incredibly beautiful. Her blonde hair was highlight by dazzling blue eyes, and it was those eyes, as well as her cleavage, that Eric was focusing on.

Judge Anderson stated she would hear oral arguments and the defense attorney began.
He began with the fact that the defendant had been locked up since his arrest some 8 months ago.

His argument continued but Eric did not hear any of it. He was locked onto the judge like a radar.

“Who the fuck is she??” he thought over and over.

Then the judge made a movement towards her cleavage, adjusting a pendant or some charm on a necklace.

It all came rushing back to him.

The year was 1997. He was going to graduate from the University of Chicago Law School in 1998. He had been selected act as a new student liaison for the 1L students. He had been assigned to the most beautiful woman in the law school class. Alice, but her last name was not Anderson then. It was something else but he could not remember it.
She had been excellent as a student and did not need much tutoring or assistance. But she had seemed…lonely.

They had gone for beers every once in a while. They had gone to Blackhawks hockey games. They became close friends.

Then there came the time they went to see the new movie, “Titanic”, that everyone was talking about. Of course, Eric thought the movie was entirely too long but Alice had really enjoyed it.

Late one evening, following a study group meeting covering Torts Eric and Alice had gone out to eat. After dinner and drinks they had gone to Eric’s apartment.

Without even realizing it they had spooned on the couch. Then, their lips touched.

Clothes came off. Lips and tongues met.

When they were on the bed, naked and aroused, Eric had been positioned to penetrate her blazing pussy with his pulsating cock when…she broke away.

She stopped the act before it could happen. She was dedicated to her boyfriend.
Eric respected that. They still hung out together, but it never went beyond just going to the movies or out to eat.

It had bothered Eric for many years. But life came along and the earth continued to turn and soon he had forgotten that semester of law school, until now.

The object of that desire, the woman who had caused many masturbation sessions in his bedroom, was now the presiding judge of the most important, prominent case Eric had ever tried.

Apparently, Russell had finished his argument and Judge Anderson was staring at Eric.
Eric saw it in her eyes and he felt certain she saw it in his, recognition.

With a very subtle nod, Eric made his argument for the continuance.

As the judge made her ruling, granting the continuance, Eric watched her lips moving, giving flashes of her pearly white teeth. Eric felt a stirring deep in his loins.
Russell then demanded that the defendant be released from jail.

“Your honor, the state objects to that in every possible way. The nature of this crime warrants…it requires the defendant remain in custody.” Eric argued.

Eric saw her finally break her stare from him and look down at some papers on her desk.

Eric believed she was trying to think about the case but wondered if her mind was going over that long ago time.

 

[hereiam_1971]

As Counselor Russell tried to make a cohesive argument as to the bail of the prisoner, Alice found herself squirming slightly in her chair. She wasn’t sure if it was from the monotone voice that Russell droned on in or some of the memories swirling through her head about Eric Wynters. Regardless of the reason, she had to get herself back on track.

“Bail still set at one million dollars, just like Judge Michaels set it at the arraignment. Now with that I am going to call a recess until Monday morning when we will begin the jury selection.” She looked at Eric reiterating, “You will be ready Monday morning counselor? Correct?”

The way his eyes met hers as he nodded, then affirmed her order, told her that he remembered her as well. That though sent a shiver down her spine, one of absolute lust. She had wanted him so bad back in law school; but only had herself to blame for missing the connection. Taking a chance she called, “Oh, Mr. Wynters. I would appreciate it if you could meet me in my chambers, you may have heard that I have some expectations in my court, but I would like to make sure you are aware of them first hand.” Then as an afterthought she called to the back of Russell who was moving a file box. “Of course Mr. Russell, you are more than welcome to attend our meeting, as is your right.”

As she had hoped the corpulent lawyer had no interest in attending a meeting in her office, especially if he was given the choice. She figured he probably had a date with a three or four martini lunch. She glanced back over to Eric who was affirming her request. “Very good, have a good day Gentlemen,” she concluded their business and nodding at Joe, she rose.

“All rise,” Joe’s baritone voice echoed through the old courtroom. While it was mainly just the lawyers, the gallery was filled with several people. Her eye scanned them, but all seemed harmless. She gathered her items and strode briskly through the curtains, back through the antechamber and down the hall to her office.

Stopping by the clerks office she stuck her head in. “Dana… Dana,” her friend popped her head up from a massive filing cabinet. “Dana, in a few moments could you please show Mr. Wynters to my office? Just give me a few minutes to get myself in order.” The clerk nodded her understanding, and Alice continued down to her office.

Alice returned the robes to the small wardrobe and stepped into the restroom to freshen up. Stopping at the mirror, she was touching up her lipstick when the intercom phone sounded. “Judge? Judge Anderson?” it was the voice of Dana, “Judge, Mr Wynters is here, should I send him back?”

She almost sprinted to her desk. Pushing the intercom button she said, a bit breathlessly, “Please Dana.”

“He’s on his way, Alice,” her friend replied, “Sue and I are going to break for lunch. Do you want us to bring you back anything?”

“No, Thanks Dana I’m good.” Alice could hear steps coming down the hallway as Dana hung up the phone on her end. She stood straight, brushing the white peasant top that she had worn under the robes. She was still nervously running her hand along the blouse when a definitely manly knock came to her door.

“Come in,” she said, hearing the tension in her voice.

As Eric stepped through the door, Alice set her hand on the table. ‘God,’ she thought, ‘he looked as good as he had thirteen years ago. The hand on the desk seemed to stop her from rushing around the desk and embracing him. Behind him Judge Davis paused in the hallway.

“Alice,” he called over Eric’s shoulder, “I’m heading out to lunch.” Then he seemed to notice Eric standing in the doorway. “Oh, hello.” Eric turned to the judge who was introducing himself. “I’m Brandon Davis, and you must be Mr. Wynters. I have just read your CV. Chicago School of Law, that’s impressive. Our little Alice here is an alum as well.”

Alice hated Davis’s condescending tone; it seemed she had to fight everyday for respect whether it be from her peer, or some weaselly little lawyer like Howard Russell. Still she smiled at the old man. “Yes, I had just read the same thing Brandon. However, it was a large campus. Have a good lunch.” She hoped that Judge Davis would read “get on your way” message she was trying to convey.

Mark was shaking the man’s hand, trying to escape without being obvious. Finally, when Judge Davis continued down the hallway Alice spoke, loud enough for Davis to hear. “Please, Mr. Wynters. Please shut the door and have a seat.”

 

[Ikely]

“You will be ready Monday morning counselor? Correct?”

Eric was certain Alice remembered him now.
“Yes, your honor, the state will be ready to proceed.” Eric said, never breaking eye contact.

Russell jumped up and immediately requested an evidentiary hearing to exclude the confession the defendant signed.

Eric was sure the judge would grant the hearing and he was going to have to be ready for that argument which he was certain was coming.

Eric was collecting his things when the judge called out to him.

“Oh, Mr. Wynters. I would appreciate it if you could meet me in my chambers, you may have heard that I have some expectations in my court, but I would like to make sure you are aware of them first hand.”

Eric looked at the judge and could not help himself. He smiled.

“As you wish, Judge Anderson.” Eric said in a normal tone.

Russell said he had an important meeting with the ACLU and would not be going to the meeting. He then said he wanted the exclusion hearing to be sooner rather than later.

Eric turned to Roger who looked like he was about to bust. His smile said it all.

“You got called into the judge’s chambers! You lucky dog. You have to let me know if you get a good look at her tits or ass.” Roger said as he started out of the courtroom.

Eric just nodded and smiled.

Eric’s mind was running 1000 miles per hour.

She could be getting ready to tell him that the past was the past and how they needed to remain professional and not let the past interfere with the way they handle the case.

She could be getting ready grab him and throw him the desk and they fuck like rabbits, which was not an unpleasant possibility.

Or she could be just going to tell him how things are done in her court room.

Eric made his way to the judge’s office.

“Eric Wynters, here to see the judge.” Eric said to the clerk.
The clerk used the intercom and advised her of his presence.
“Mr. Wynters, the judge will see you now.”
Eric thanked her and walk casually to the office.

Entering the office, he saw her again, up close.

She was bent at the waist, a hand firmly placed on the desk.

Even with excellent business attire, Eric saw that her body was still dynamite.

From over his shoulder, the other judge called out to Alice.

Then as an afterthought, he introduced himself.

“It is my honor to meet you judge.” Eric said as they shook hands.
When Davis went on down the hall, Alice said, in what Eric thought was a sultry, low voice, “Please, Mr. Wynters. Please shut the door and have a seat”

The formal greeting was expected.

Eric closed the door behind him and went and stood in front of her desk.

“My God Alice, you are as beautiful as ever. You haven’t aged a bit.” Eric said in a low voice

 

[hereiam_1971]

Alice felt her heart thud as he closed the door. Her eyes drank in his movements as he crossed the short expanse of the office to stand in front of her desk. He was still gorgeous, and the same pang of regret that had passed through her upon seeing him in the courtroom again jolted her. But, now here he was standing in her office, she let out the breath she had subconsciously been holding.

He spoke first, his words echoing her thoughts, “My God Alice, you are as beautiful as ever. You haven’t aged a bit.”

She gulped, not having expected him to voice the exact same reaction she was feeling. She stood straight, trying to keep her wits around her. She wondered if he could hear the beating of her heart as she stumbled across her own words. “Eric,” her voice was soft, “You look pretty damn well yourself.” Oh, and he did, he was still broad shouldered, well muscled and his hair full and dark, and his bright blue eyes. Sexy was almost an insult to how gorgeous this man was.

She swallowed again, “how have you been. I must admit I am very surprised to see you in my courtroom.” She had slowly stepped from behind the desk, feeling herself drawn towards him. She wanted to feel him; to remember how he had felt as his arms at circled her. She remembered his nude body against hers, and remembered how disappointed he had been when she had whispered, “no.”

That evening she had been so wanton. A different person than she had ever been. Maybe it was Eric or maybe it had been the fact she had heard another rumor that Mark was cheating on her. She had gone into Eric’s apartment fully intent on letting him make love to her.

She could still remember, she was between his legs, clad in nothing but her bra and panties, the tip of his cock filling her mouth. Then she let him do something she had let no other lover, instead of her pushing her mouth down along his shaft, he took control. He wasn’t aggressive, but he challenged her, pushing his cock further into her mouth, pushing past her imagined limits. The feeling of his control sent waves of excitement through her body, which tingled until he had finally pulled his cock out from between her lips, letting it dribble the remnants of the cum he had deposited in her mouth.

Then she let her guilt get to her. She knew he wanted to pull those little panties off of her body, to left her legs and slide his wonderful cock into her yearning pussy. But, she pleaded no, and that was the end of their sexual relationship. Soon he had his own fiancé and she was again trying to work things through with her cheating boyfriend.

She wondered if he was thinking of that night as she approached him. Then she was within arms reach. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel his arms wrap her up in them again. She knew she had hurt him in the past, knew that they were both in a different place right now, she wanted his arms around her.

 

[Ikely]

“Eric,” her voice was soft, “You look pretty damn well yourself.”

With that statement, Eric now firmly believed that she was feeling those memories just like him.

“how have you been? I must admit I am very surprised to see you in my courtroom.”

Eric began his reply with by telling Alice how Luke, his boy, was doing.

He watched her walk out from around her desk. He immediately let his gaze take in her sleek, toned legs which were incased in black nylon panty hose. They were mouthwatering and they tapered down to her ankles. He continued his downward gaze to see that her feet wore fantastic pumps.

She walked closer to him and he could smell the scent. It was the scent of a very sexually aroused woman…or at least that was how imagined it. He had to keep telling himself that this was all in his mind. She was a married woman. She had ended their relationship over the guy once before.

Then Eric mentioned his wife, Allison. Not knowing why, he told her that Allison was having a very difficult time.

“Alice, she is struggling. I don’t know if you are aware but there is no P. F. Changs around here. She is just all over me to let this go and we move back to Texas. But this is a huge case and I will be a part of it, with her or without her.”

Had it been almost 15 years? Or was it 13? Eric suddenly could not remember.

What he did remember was taking her hair in both hands and easing his swollen cock into her mouth. He had begun sliding the bulging cock deeper into her mouth. She struggled slightly and Eric had whispered that she was doing so well and that she needed to relax. He had told her that she could take it. She had responded and the cock went further than even he thought she could take. He had continued to stroke her face and tell her that she was doing so well even as she gagged and whimpered.

Then he felt the orgasm begin to boil up. As he ran his fingers through her hair, he told her that he was going to cum. He told her to just relax and let it come.

The sperm spurted out as he doubled over. Alice then worked his dick to get it all out.
He had told her how well she had done and they lay beside each other for a while. Then he left and they never were together again.

Eric came out of his memory as she was talking about Mark, her husband.

“Alice, we need to get together and maybe grab some lunch before the trial gets fully underway. Maybe go for some Chinese from the Lucky Panda restaurant next to Wal-Mart.” Eric smiled big, remembering all those late nights studying for criminal law finals.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Alice’s stomach churned as Eric talked about Allison. The mention of his wife turned on those ugly feeling she had felt after she had dumped Mark and approached Eric. Now, the woman’s name again sent a wave a jealousy over her.

Alice knew that Eric probably felt the same about Mark, but still she couldn’t stop herself from baring her soul to him. She told him about her fears of infidelity from her husband; how he would leave for days at a time to check on his other car dealerships. She was married to a very wealthy man but she didn’t have the happiness she thought she would.

Yet, when she told him about her children she couldn’t keep the pride and the happiness out of her voice. She felt the same from him as he mentioned his own daughter. They continued to disclose their lives to each other almost simultaneously. Idly, she wondered if he remembered their time together. AS they chatted she felt his presence seem to intensify. She was now sitting on the edge of her desk; he was in the chair opposite her.

“Alice, we need to get together and maybe grab some lunch before the trial gets fully underway. Maybe go for some Chinese from the Lucky Panda restaurant next to Wal-Mart.” He was saying, and then she found she couldn’t help herself. Wantonly, she threw herself into his lap, her arms encircling his neck, her mouth searching for his.

His face was rough, the stubble brushing against the smooth skin of her cheek as she nuzzled her mouth upwards. Finding his lips, she couldn’t help herself and pressed her tongue between them, probing into his mouth. She felt him respond positively as one of his hands came around to cup her ass while the other rested higher, on the small of her back. She let out a soft sigh as his tongue found hers.

They continued the embrace, her heart thumping as his tongue wrestled with hers. She hadn’t kissed anyone like this in forever and she felt her stomach flip with desire. Again she let out a small throaty moan as she felt the thumb of his hand slowly trace the seam of her capris. It tickled but was so sensual at the same time; letting her own hand slid up to cup the back of her head, she pulled back, just long enough to ask. “Is this ok?”

 

[Ikely]

The shock of Alice climbing on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck and then her lips seeking his lasted only a few seconds.

Eric thought about his wife and son. He thought about his wife being so far away from her home. He thought that he was the only friend she had here and she trusted him. There was a pang of guilt.

Then he remembered breakfast this morning where she had made it clear that being in this stinky farm town which had no Nordstrom store was really taxing her patience. When Eric had suggested it was taxing her ego more she got mad and began yelling at him. She announced she would not go to Wal-Mart anymore and that if he wanted groceries, he would have to go get them. Eric left the house on that note.

Now, on the first day of his new job, the judge who would be hearing this case turned out to be the biggest lost love of his life. She had been the measure for every woman he came into contact with since the day she had said “NO”.

This same woman, who had been forever stuck in his mind, was now straddling his lap, hungrily kissing him. This same woman, who had many years ago, told him no because she was dedicated to her boyfriend, now husband, was grinding her heated crotch on his rapidly swelling dick.

Eric thought briefly about the consequences of this action. They both could lose their licenses and be disbarred. There could be malpractice lawsuits from the defendant on down the road.

Eric ran his hands into her hair and pulled enough to get Alice to expose her throat and he kissed and sucked on it. Yeah, he did not give two shits about any of that. He had only one thought.

He was finally going to fuck Alice.

“Is this ok?”

Eric looked into her eyes, his nostrils flared from 15 years of bottled up desire for this particular woman.

Eric cupped her tight, round ass and then stood, holding her.

He took 2 steps forward then sat Alice down on the edge of her large, mahogany desk.
Looking into her eyes Eric whispered, “I have waited 15 years for this day Alice. Always wondering what would have been…” Eric let it trail off.

Then he said in an almost commanding voice, “Alice you should get on the intercom and let the clerk know you cannot be disturbed.”

Eric reached under her dress and found the waist band of the pantyhose and pulled it down. His fingertips found the panties and he pulled them both over her round ass.
He slid them down over thighs and then off of her shapely legs.

He took her left foot and kissed the tops of the toes, letting his tongue slide between them then he kissed his way up the leg until he reached her superheated pussy.

As he let his tongue dig into the flesh of the hot, damp pussy, Alice was trying to speak into the intercom to the clerk.

Alice was on the edge of the desk, and Eric used both hands to spread her legs open.

His tongue was making broad strokes up the pussy. His tongue would touch her quivering asshole, and then move up her quim. He licked hard on her clit before removing his tongue and starting again at the bottom.

He felt her tremble slightly, and then when she let out a soft moan, he stood up and released his belt. He opened his pants and freed his engorged cock.

With the tip of his cock grazing the silky pussy lips, he put both hands on her head, his fingers in her blond hair and he kissed her deeply, the wet tongues moving against one another.

He moved his mouth to her left ear, and he sucked on the lobe. He moved down and kissed her throat.

He moved back to the ear and sighed, “Oh God, Alice…I want you.”

 

[hereiam_1971]

Alice pressed forward finding his mouth as she felt his hand cup her ass. The kiss was magical, everything she had missed over the time they had spent apart. She pressed her tongue against his lips and felt him open them as he lifted her up and onto the edge of the desk. “I have waited 15 years for this day Alice. Always wondering what would have been…” he whispered, and just began to murmur her response, when he continued, this time his tone one of command, which sent a shiver through her. “Alice you should get on the intercom and let the clerk know you cannot be disturbed.”


Even as she nodded and leaned over the desk to find the intercom, she felt his fingers slip under her skirt and hook the edge of the panty hose that she wore. As she pushed the button to Dana’s number, he pulled the pantyhose off of her; leaving her pussy exposed under her skirt. Her heart pounded as she looked over, watching him stare at her bared pussy. Then his mouth was on her, sliding down her leg, her calf, her thigh until his tongue flicked on her sex.


She pressed the button again, hearing Dana’s voice come out of the speaker on the intercom. “Yes, Alice?” She started to speak but felt his tongue dance along her labia, across her perineum, and tease her asshole. She hoped the gasp that she had just made hadn’t been transferred across the open mic of the phone.


“Dana…” she tried to keep her voice calm as his tongue slipped into her pussy and then along her clit. “Dana, I’ve got… well… a couple of items I need to take care of, can you please answer any calls for me, send them to voicemail please?”


Eric was still working on her with his tongue, making her squirm every time he touched a different part of her sex. Dana’s voice came back across the electronic device. “Sure Alice. Is everything all right?”


Alice bit her lip to muffle a moan as she again reached for the intercom. Eric had now stood in front of her and was unzipping his trouser, she saw his cock straining against his underwear. Her eyes locked on his cock as he slid his underwear down, freeing it. It seemed a bit bigger than she remembered, but it had been a long time ago since she had had it in her hand.


Leaning back again, she pressed the intercom button. “Yes, Dana,” she forced herself to articulate “Everything is fine.” As she leaned back up, his lips met hers and she felt his cock nudging against her labia. Breaking the kiss he brushed her head to the side and slowly sucked on her earlobe, whispering in her ear.


“Oh God, Alice…I want you.”


Alice realized that she wanted this as bad as he did. Without saying a word, she raised her feet up to open herself up for him. She felt his cock probe her again and on the third bump he slid into her. She looked into his eyes as his cock filled her pussy. She whimpered slightly as he stretched her open slightly, his cock expanding her open.

Wrapping her harms around him she pulled herself up against him, whispering in his ear. “Yes Eric…. Yes yes. His hips continued to move back and forth as his cock plowed in and out of her. She suddenly realized her position, a wave of wantonness flowing across her. Here she was a married woman, a judge; being fucked like a slut on her own desk. The thought sent an additional shiver through her as she tried to open her legs up further for him.

 

[Ikely]

Eric had removed his tie and shirt and kicked off his shoes while she talked to Dana. He pushed the pants and briefs to the side with sock covered foot.

Alice lifted both of her feet off of the floor and Eric grabbed her ankles. Alice was spreading her legs open as he probed her slippery pussy.

The third times was the charm. His engorged cock slid easily into her moist quim. Eric inhaled through clenched teeth.

After 15 years and numerous jack off sessions where Alice was the starring fantasy, Eric felt the blazing hot, snug grip of her pussy around his cock.

He began a very slow sawing motion in and out of her. He looked into those dazzling blue eyes of hers and saw...pure carnal lust. Alice was as much into this as he was.

“Yes Eric…. Yes yes." Alice whispered. The she adjusted on the desk and was trying desperately to spread herself open further for him.

The feeling was so intense and Eric had to fight to keep from roaring.

He increased the speed of his fucking.

Then he reached out and grabbed the back of Alice's head and pulled her close to him. He kissed her deeply then whispered to her, "Look at us Alice, look down at us."

He held her head to his, forehead to forehead and they watched as his thick cock, glistening with her juice, moved in and out of her insatiable pussy.

 

[hereiam_1971]

"Look at us Alice, look down at us." Eric whispered, and she watched as Eric continued to push his cock in and out of her. She could barely see her pubis over the edge of her skirt, but his cock was definitely visible, pumping in and out of her; glistening with her juices.

As she watched the rality of what she was doing began to sink in. She was fucking her long lost boyfriend; they hadn’t even really exchanged pleasantries; instead she had let him take her in her own office. Briefly she thought about her husband, but in the same thought wondered if he thought about her when he fucked some secretary in one of his car dealerships.

Their mouths met again, as he continued to fill her; then empty her. His cock felt fantastic, the spongy head opening up her vagina; then pushing in until she felt the rough curls of his pubic hair against her pubis. Mark liked her shaved, some fetish of his, and she had complied keeping her mound bare. Her tongue snaked into his mouth as he continued to fuck her.

Then he pushed her back, on the desk, her back laying against the articles which littered the surface. One hand pushed her right leg up, allowing him more access to her soaking cunt, the other found her breast, his thumb pushing through the cloth of her blouse to press against the hard nipple, straining against the silk of her brassier. She bit back a moan as he drove in harder

“Oh fuck Eric,” she murmured breathlessly as his cock pressed deeper into her hungry pussy. “Keep fucking me… fuck me hard.” She raised her head and saw his face as she verbally prodded him on. “Fuck my pussy baby, I’ve waited so long for this.” He responded, his cock withdrawing all the way from her yearning cunt, just to thrust back in, his angle changing slightly and sliding along the walls of her pussy.

He continued to fuck her, alternating each stroke, brushing up against both sides of her vaginal walls. She felt the first tremble of her orgasm begin, as he found her nipple through her clothes. He brought her closer, his finger tweaking the nub, grinding the satin against her sensitive nipple. He brought her closer to her climax, before stopping, his cock rubbing up along her slit.

“Eric…” she begged, “please, please.” She sat back up, looking back down at his cock, wet from her pussy; her skirt had ridden back down, hiding her own pussy from her view. His grey-blue eyes met hers, and she whimpered in desire. She felt her orgasm begin to retreat, a note of frustration entering her pleas.

She watched as his hand slid down, to rub his cock along her slit, the head again probing her cunt. Then he slid down further, the head of his cock spreading a mixture of their fluids along her perineum and across her anus. Her eyes flicked back up to his, a mixture of surprise and fear on her face as she realized where he was going to fuck her next.