I’m sipping my drink when she appears in the doorway, just as stunning as I remember.
The anthracite dress she’s wearing is a mix of business and night out, hugging her hourglass figure to perfection. Her feet are adorned by shiny black stilettos, and the ease with which she walks in them implies she has experience. This time, she has her hair up, gathered loosely in a high bun by a stick that I can see poking out on the sides of her gorgeous head.
Her eyes, so blue that I can see their shade from where I sit, anxiously scan the bar for me. I don’t make a move, absorbed by her. The moment her gaze reaches me, I swear she stops breathing for a brief moment, her face turning slightly pink. She looks a little surprised, as if she expected me to be late again. Maybe she hoped I wouldn’t realizesheis.
We do nothing but stare at one another for a moment, then she takes a step my way. I watch as she approaches, her strides graceful yet determined.
“Evening, red,” I greet her when she reaches me. “You’re late.”
“I know, sorry. The contract took longer than I thought to finalize.”
The reminder of that damn contract makes me smile as she sits down in front of me. When she scoots her chair forward, my attention lowers to the mounds that bounce under her modest cleavage. While I know what her arse looks like, I have yet to discover her tits.
She signals to a waitress nearby, who’s quick to come and take her order. “I’ll have a lemon drop martini and a glass of water, please,” she asks.
The blonde nods and leaves.
“If it’s fine with you, Mr. Clarke, we’ll review the contract together and get on with it,” she pragmatically offers.
“We’re here to fuck, red, so I think you can start calling me Jake.”
That’s all it takes for her face to redden, and I bite back a grin. I can’t fucking wait to give her a real reason to blush like that.
Intrigued, I watch as she withdraws two sheets of paper from a folder and hands me one with practiced elegance.
“Are you a lawyer?” I ask, curious to finally know. From how she’s acting, I know my suspicions are probably right.
“That’s none of your concern.”
I decide that she is, and for some reason, it makes me want her even more. Jessica, the proper little lawyer dying to try a pierced dick.Mypierced dick.
With her hair up like this, I can admire the symmetry of her collarbones and the delicate column of her throat. It takes a conscious effort to tear my eyes from her enticing face and focus on the contract instead. “Consensual engagement in coitus,” I read. “That has to be the worst way to describe sex I’ve ever seen.”
“Keep reading.”
There’s a bit about the dates of effect of the contract, which she already dated from today to a month from now. Then there’s a standard statement that we’re both of legal age and of healthy mind and body at the moment of this contract’s signature.
The first clause is about the sexual acts we’ll engage in. Of the four dotted lines she’s put there, only one is filled in. “Vaginal penetration by penis?” I ask, holding back my laughter.
“Something unclear about that?”
It should probably deflate my dick, but every time I look at her and see how adorably embarrassed she is, I’m compelled to show her what proper sex is. There’s no way this woman ever got a good fuck in her life, or she wouldn’t handle this matter in such a formal manner. It’s supposed to be fun, not whatever this is. But maybe she sees it as foreplay, in which case, I can help with that.
“No, it’s a remarkably clinical way to put it. The second slot should be oral.”
The pink tint on her cheeks is slowly but surely becoming my favorite color.
“Which way?” she asks.
“Either way is fine by me. More than fine, actually. Strongly encouraged.”
She writhes on her seat in a vain attempt to relieve whatever discomfort I triggered in her core. Her hairstyle allows me to appreciate the way her ears get bright red, betraying the naughty thoughts her mind conjures.
The intensity with which I want to fuck this woman is uncanny. Eli is getting nothing less than a medal for putting us in contact.
While she produces a fancy ballpoint pen from her clutch, the waitress returns with a tray and her two drinks. Once the glasses are settled on the table, she vanishes, and Jessica downs half of her water in one go. Then, in slot B, she adds:Oral sex performed on genitals.
“You can add fingering too,” I suggest. “In slot C.”
