(Part 01)
It was the first week in June when Paul Lipscombe found himself sitting in the reception at Hollins, Cooper and Baker, the firm of Solicitors handling his divorce.
He wasn’t there for anything specific it just happened that he in Purplemere for the day.
He had an important lunchtime meeting with a client and a less important Dinner meeting with his soon to be ex-wife, so as he was left with some time to kill, and as he was in the vicinity, he thought he
Would sandwich them in the middle and pop in to make sure they weren’t dragging their heels.
It was a case of out of sight out of mind with solicitors in his experience, although they always remembered you when money was due.
Anyway he sat there for about an hour waiting for Ms. Baker to become available, whom he presumed to be some Manish ball breaker who enjoyed keeping people waiting.
So when he saw an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles, he thought to himself she must be Ms. Baker’s personal assistant.
“Mr. Lipscombe?” She said holding out her hand “sorry to keep you waiting”
He took the offered hand, which she gripped firmly
“Lindsay Baker, so pleased to meet you”
“Like wise, please call me Paul” he replied and she smiled broadly and said
“Would you like to come through then Paul?”
She led the way and he followed on and the receptionist caught him staring at Ms. Baker’s rather delightful arse and she frowned at him but he just shrugged and carried on looking at the rolling buttocks.
Paul spent a very pleasant hour with the very un-Manish Ms. Baker who he thought might still be a ball breaker but not in the way he first thought
They went through the papers and she assured him that everything would be tied up with a bow in the coming few weeks.
He didn’t take in everything she was saying, due to a combination of the posh plummy tones of her voice which he found very seductive, always a turn on for him, and the very horny way she peered over the top of her spectacles and the fact she was very pleasing on the eye and Paul had always had a soft spot for posh tottie, well a hard spot really.
And she was very attractive, possibly even glamorous, Lindsay Baker was certainly alluring, and it was an allure which aroused his physical desire.
When she leant over the desk he was able to stare down her blouse and when she was sitting back in her chair he could stare at her magnificent long legs.
But when she walked about the room he feasted his eyes on everything in turn, and in his lustful state he could have creamed his pants just looking at her assets and the way she displayed them.
(Part 02)
When the time came to leave and they shook hands again it was slow and lingering and he thought how much he would like her to hold his old chap in that soft manicured hand.
Lindsay smiled as if she could read his filthy mind, he wasn’t sure if she could or not but there was definitely a libidinous look in her eyes, and they were looking at him.
“If your wife signs the papers you could drop them in the office, I’m here until 9” she said and he thought that sounded like an open invitation.
“I’ll see you later then” he responded
When he left her office he walked past the receptionist who gave him a very disdainful look so he looked down her top at her quite pleasing rack restrained in a pink satin bra, and when she realized he was staring at her baps she quickly covered herself up and let out a rather disgusted exclamation, but then she smiled at him and blushed.
He returned her smile and asked
“Do you have anything with the address and phone number on?”
“Oh yes” she replied eagerly “I could give you one of my cards”
“Thank you….”
“Samantha” she said “Samantha Miles”
“Thank you Samantha”
The Dinner with his wife was just as tedious as he thought it would be so he felt no guilt at all about ducking out early, in fact as soon as he had secured her signature, he made his excuses.
He returned back to Hollins, Cooper and Baker just before 8.30 and the security guard let him in.
“Miss Baker is expecting you” he said “Do you know the way?”
“Yes I know the way” Paul replied
“Ok I’ll let her know you’re on the way up” the guard said and Paul smiled, he had been “up” for some time.
He walked past Samantha’s empty desk and thought he would be ploughing her furrow in the not too distant future.
Which was when he became aware of an exotic heady fragrance and then he heard her wonderful plummy tones.
“Hello Mr. Lipscombe”
She said from the shadowy corridor and the mental pictures of her as she had been earlier filled his head, the tailored skirt, white blouse and black tights, but when she emerge from the shadows she was minus her skirt, her tights had been replaced by stockings and her blouse was unbuttoned.
Exposing her nakedness beneath it, from her swan neck down to her hairy mound.
He gave her a good look over and was pleased and his final appraisal was a favourable one.
“I take it this is an informal meeting” he said
Lindsay giggled and turned around and headed down a long corridor and he followed her with a hard on and was mesmerized by her form and admiring the perfection of her rather delightful naked arse.
Once inside they began with a simple kiss, gentle and giving and their hands tentatively caressed the backs of their partners but the kiss quickly became more fervent, driven on by Lindsay’s ardency, led to a torrid passionate embrace and her caress touched every erogenous point of sensitivity until she was so hot and sexually receptive she pushed him back across her desk and like a beast in Oestrus
she mounted him impaling her raging fire on him and rode him like a bronco until the wild beast was tamed.
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