Message-ID: <32487asstr$1000095003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: LPear28283@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 23:28:09 EDT Subject: {ASSM} *His First Retainer" X-Original-Subject: Story Submission..."His First Retainer" Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2001 00:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates You may want this story. It can go along with the others I've sent you. Please use my pseudonym of Lincoln Parker. Thanks. Lance <1st attachment, "His First Retainer.doc" begin> His First Retainer Copyright by Lincoln Parker 9/2001 Citation340@aol.com Adult material not intended for reproduction or minors. "Oh damn! I'm sorry!" His words were quick and instinctive as his back moved away from what must have been the presence of an unexpected woman behind him. His butt had just found that fact by banging inadvertently into her midsection above her bellybutton in the suddenly black copy room as the lights had crashed off and completely blacked the building. The silence which followed broke with a small giggle, then "Well, you didn't turn the power to the building off, did you?" He had indeed backed into a woman; not one he knew but clearly a youthful sounding woman. His hand rubbed his cheek while he looked out and noticed the whole block was dark, even though it was late, ten p.m. "No, no I didn't. Are you okay?" Behind him the woman's smiling voice answered a little faster. "I'm fine. Just a little surprised is all. I generally don't get down to the copy room much." He knew right then, knew he'd just backed his butt directly into the stomach of Eileen Doran; the Doran of Doran, Wilts and Exinger. "Is that you Mrs. Doran? I didn't hear you come in and was shocked a little when the lights went out. I'm'sorry I bumped you." "Yes, it's me. That's fine. I'm okay. And you would be?" "Walker Smith, ma'am. I'm one of your junior lawyers. Just started here this week." "I know about you. Soccer player in college years ago weren't you?" He was surprised, wondered how she knew about his undergraduate history, which had preceded a ten-year break before law school. Old to be a rookie in a law firm and lucky to have the job, he thought he ought to be careful with his first contact with the principal partner of the firm. "Yes, that's me but that was a few years ago now." From behind him came a quiet, "Hmmmm. Yes, I read about that. You'd be what, 35 now or so?" "Thirty four, Ma'am. Good guess." "Oh, it's not a guess. I read your paperwork before we hired you. Sorry I was out of town when they interviewed you. In any event, welcome aboard and, I've got you by about six years or so." This time he turned to face the spot where her voice had come from. "Thanks. I think it's a privilege to work here and I'll give it my absolute best." "Fair enough, Walker, fair enough. It's damned dark in here. How long do you think this could last?" While he thought up an answer, he tried to remember and the best he could do was place her in her early 40's, red hair, attractive and married to an older judge. "Shouldn't be long. I just don't know my way past the desks and I'm not keen on getting my shins broken so I guess I'll just wait here for a few moments." "Me to, Walker. Why don't you follow my voice and get closer so we don't bump into one another again?" Before he could respond, she added, "And call me Eileen. I like that better." As he nodded in the dark he stepped towards her voice and the sounds of "...I like that better." He knew he was close when he could hear the rustle of her breathing in the business suit she must have been wearing and his nose smelled the gentle perfume that the excitement of being in the dark had activated as adrenaline momentarily heated her body. "How's this?" he spoke. "Just fine. You smell pretty good, Walker." He was not shy but he knew that this was a little unusual to say to him. They were in the dark and it was a different experience for him as much as her so maybe it was not so odd. "Eileen, my nose was just saying the same thing about you. Silver Diamonds isn't it?" "Ooh, you do have a good nose. Yes it is." She snorted, very close to his chest now and mumbled. "I wish the judge would take time to notice it once in a while..at least once a quarter anyway." In over his head, he said nothing, just waited for her to change the subject. "Can you keep a secret, Walker?" "It's all confidential here. Lawyer/Lawyer privilege, right, Eileen?" She breathed a breathy little laugh as she put her arm out until it found his hip and placed her hand on his slacks. "This better be, Walker. I'm trusting you. The judge can't....well, you know, he can't have sex anymore and I'm absolutely beyond the time I need it." "I'm sorry to hear it, Eileen." His head was shaking with the obvious risk of his predicament. "You healthy, Walker? Safe?" "Jesus, Eileen, we haven't even met." She moved her hand from his slacks, found his hand and shook it. "Hi, Eileen here. Now we've met, Walker. Anything else?" "You smell wonderful. Don't tease me. I could be a one-day lawyer here if I step out of line." "Stay in line. This is only tonight and you are one good looking and lucky lawyer." Her hand had released his and rubbed his side, his neck, pulled his head down until she could find his lips and when she did, she tilted her head up to his and touched her dry lips to his, hungry with an instant want. He let her lead him to the kiss and dropped his free hands to her shoulders and then traced them down her back, a natural movement with a willing and handsome woman. It was firm, her back, broad at the top and narrow where her waist nipped in. As their insistent kiss deepened, he felt her step towards him, spread her feet apart and wiggle her hips enough to let his hands fall to her buttocks, feeling the hose and slip beneath it. The wetness and warmth of her tongue as it slid into his mouth was wonderful, caused an instant reaction when coupled with the points of her suit as they pushed into his chest. He mumbled, "You sure you want this?" She didn't answer with words but resumed her kiss, dropped her hand between them and found the front of his slacks where his erection was pushing down and outward, fully touching the well down the length of her thigh. She squeezed it and shrugged and wiggled her shoulders in an involuntary reaction before moving her lips to his ear, "No foreplay, Walker, just take me." Her blazer flew off and she rushed to undo the buttons on her blouse then the bra for him while he stepped out of his pants and his boxers, letting his cock flip straight out and upward where one of her hands touched him, curled around him and caused her to say, "Jesus, Walker, you're a man among men, aren't you? This must be 8" long and soo wide. Oh my, oh my!" By then his hands were on her breasts and he was pulling them, needing her and past caring about their positions. She was panting and he laid his hand down her stomach until he found the elastic of her hose and panties and swept them aside and off. "Spread your legs, Eileen and lean on the copy machine." Wordlessly, she did it and he touched her butt, traced the crack that divided her until he felt her anus and then the swollen length of her labia, dry on the outside but moist where they joined. His touch was a jolt to her which caused her to flinch and moan back over her shoulder, "Walker, get that thing in me..and do it now, please." He couldn't see her but he could smell not only her Silver Diamonds but the scent of her being a woman who was excited, nearly panting with sexual desire. "I love how you smell," he said as his hand guided the tip of his cock against her labia and slowly pushed until the head was inside her enough to widen and moisten her opening. She let him control it until then before she reached behind her, cheek laid on the copier and grabbed his ass, shoved back and pulled until his cock bottomed on her cervix. It was one brief second of stillness before his educated partner begin moving and pushing and pulling as hard as any woman he'd ever see who was about to have a spontaneous orgasm. "Don't stand there, Walker, fuck me hard with that thing," she panted out over and over varying it with "I want you, I want you," as she got stronger and faster with the strokes inside her body. His hands held her butt and moved her, slapped her with his balls until he touched her clit beneath his cock just as it drug back and raked that spot inside her. It was enough and she clenched, shuddered and gave out a completely unprofessional scream of "Fuuuuccccccccccckkkkkkkkkk, that feels so good!" Her body clenched him, milked him and sucked the white, thick fluid from his body to hers to join her own fluids and add a new sound to the darkness, squishing, wet sounds as they both stroked and slowed. "Oh God, Walker. That is so good. Hold my tits, please.' He was fairly sure he had just died and gone to fantasy heaven but was sure he'd awake to find that he was a pariah that would be better off with some other firm rather than be a reminder to Eileen of her one fling with sudden fate. He held her tits, thought about how wonderful being inside her was and said, "It's worth it, every second, it's worth it." She squeezed his softening cock with her vaginal muscles and reached his face with one of her hands as she responded in a puzzled way, "I'm glad you liked it but you couldn't have as much as I did, I mean do. What do you mean?" Before his answer could stammer out, she answered for him with a laugh and a slap. "You mean because of this you think I'll fire you?" "It might not be easy to have me around, you know, Eileen." She pulled his cock from her, turned and threw her arms around him then said softly, "Walker, every attorney needs good counsel and if you want, I'd love it if you'd be mine. Shall we say once a week at the Marriot in Petersburg?" He laughed. "I won't tell my girfriend if you won't tell the judge" and the deal was sealed. His first retainer! <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+