Sacha Son, a buxom brunette client sashayed into his deserted office; and took a seat in a leather chair, facing Malcolm Wilson Esquire, her legal counselor. Sacha wore a tailored, royal blue designer dress, intoxicating him with her musky scent and spicy perfume.
They stared at each other-silently, summing each other up, soaking-in the differences in appearance that weathered so much change from either's memory. This torrid reunion was 30 years in the making; and neither one planned this impromptu meeting. Like possessed moths to a burning flame, the two magically drew to one another.
Crossing and uncrossing her muscular legs, Sacha reveals just a tiny little hint of her shaved nether region. Malcolm was all too quick to see her lascivious gesture. He stared blatantly at her slightly parted, supple legs. Cock throbbing in his pants: Oh, how Malcolm remembered how she felt when he stole her innocence so long ago.
Malcolm purposefully rises from his plush leather chair and makes his way around his desk to sit on the closest corner to Sacha and her silky smooth legs. Malcolm noted that Sacha had hardly aged from the years that kept them apart. Sacha's hips were fuller and more rounded from child bearing. Her physique was definitely fuller than the teenage body Malcolm ravaged in a spontaneous moment of recklessness thirty years ago.
God, she had an intense effect on him... Malcolm felt both arousal and discomfort, knowing full well that his happily married wife wouldn't approve of such an intimate reunion in his mind as well as in the flesh. Sacha leans forward (just enough to give him a glimpse of her plump tits) toward Malcolm and takes his hand into hers. She firmly shakes his hand and says: It has been way too long. How've you been?"