Loving a Little Lawyer

First impressions..

I stood holding a small pink purse that I had picked off of the floor beneath the bar stool which moments earlier had been inhabited by a beautiful little blonde woman in an entirely too tight skirt and blouse. She couldn't have been more than 26, her hips flared out wide and came to a tight curve at her waist. Her full breasts balanced her hips perfectly. I briefly thought of the way her breasts had given a little jiggle between the v of her blouse as she had plopped to the floor.

The purse didn't look like it would belong to her, but maybe she had a daughter, I thought.

I made my way back through the crowed and caught her arm before shouting "Wait!" as she continued to push to the door.

Her crystal blue eyes were wide as she turned to me and I realised she was scared of the sudden contact. As she stood there with a perplexed look on her face, and I held out her little bag, I realised I recognised her.

Kathrine Burgham was the daughter of Fredrick Burgham, of the law firm Burgham and Sons. Her face had been on a few society magazines that sat in the foyer of our offices and I had often admired the little blonde woman making a name amongst her older brothers. Her fathers firm had quite the reputation and I knew Fredrick and his eldest son, Peter, well after they had helped us with a merger a year or so ago

Whilst I stood there contemplating what she was doing alone in the bar on a friday night, she snatched the bag from my hand.

"Er, thanks!" She shouted over the crowed.

Our brief contact had sent electricity through my veins and my heart felt liable to beat its way from my chest.

She gave a small smile and a deep blush before turning to leave.

"Wait! I called again, reaching for the same arm.

I caught her hand just as she span back to me. She was still blushing and I couldn't help but think, were she naked, she might blush easily elsewhere.

Clearly the drinks I'd had with clients earlier in the day were still in effect as my blood coursed hot in my veins.

I stood for a moment holding her tiny hand awkwardly between in my comparatively bear-like hand. Looking intently in her ocean blue eyes, I stepped towards her, not letting go. "Let me buy you a drink." I said without thinking.

Looking truly taken aback, she just

nodded and allowed me to drag her through the crowed.

We returned to the bar where my colleagues had started a tab. Drinks were cluttering the table at the side of the room. I moved away from them, not wanting to be interrupted.

I ordered a whisky and turned to her. "What would you like?" I asked, "you clearly weren't a fan of the martini." I added with a smile and she blushed again. She gave me another small smile as I pondered over her shy reserved demeanour.

"White wine please." She murmered in her barely audible tinkling voice.

We stood awkwardly in silence as the bartender served us and I paid. I made sure she didn't see the name on my card in case it scared her off.

"So, what's with the little purse?" I asked casually. Really desperate to know if she had children, a partner, husband, just anyone.

This time her cheeks flared a hot red.

"Oh, err.. just a sentimental item. Nothing interesting really!" She seemed to tumble over her words and I thought then that there was no way I was letting this go.

"It's OK, I am certain you will tell me the truth another time." I stated bluntly stepping forward, causing her to back into a bar stool.

Something about her beauty, her sinful curves and her mousey demeanour really got my heart racing. A million thoughts rushed through my head. Thoughts of her flushed cheeks after s*x, thoughts of her big round behind flushed as I slap it, thoughts of her whimpering as I made her beg for more.

I had completely lost concentration as my mind wandered. I realised I had drawn even closer to her in this time and she was staring up at me with huge round eyes unable to back away.

"Sorry, I was lost in thought a moment." I chuckled, "I was just trying to figure out how to get something I want."

"Whats that?" She asked quietly.

Whether it was the whisky or the intoxicating scent floating from her at this proximity, I couldn't be sure, but I backed her further against the bar stool and grabbed the brass rail on one side, the other hand on the back of her stool, trapping her there.

"You..." I growled out before lowering my head and grabbing her plump, pink bottom lip in mine, slowly sucking it in to my mouth and swiping my tongue across it.

She tensed but didn't retreat so I opened my lips to kiss her mouth. As I did she let out the tiniest most feminine moan of pleasure I had ever heard and my d**k stiffened painfully. I pressed myself against her wanting her to feel it and suddenly my lips were dislodged.

The next thing I knew, she was gone. Ducking under my arms and slipping away from me, she proceeded to bob and weave between people and out of the door.

I started to move to follow, but by the time my large form made it half way through the crowd, she was gone from sight.

Later that night my car pulled through the gates of my home and I could see all lights off in the house. I sighed as I approached the door. I trudged up the stairs and entered my bedroom. Samantha, my wife, had her back to the door and seemed to be asleep. I stumbled a little as I removed my trousers having lost my dexterity somewhere in a bottle of whisky after the little blonde had left me with aching balls.

"Your not coming in here like that." Her harsh voice was filled with contempt. She didn't turn to look at me but I wondered why I had even tried, as I made my way to the spare room across the hall. As much as I continued to call it the spare room, it was really my room now. It wasn't that I wanted to sleep next to the ice queen, I just wanted my bed back.

As I lay there with the room spinning around me, I drifted off to thoughts of Kathrine's flushed face and plump breasts.

I am used to having what I want, and right now, she was it.