She was nothing like I expected – but there again I hadn't known really what to expect. I'd only spoken to her a few times, and even then the calls always seemed to be when I'd been driving, with poor reception on my mobile phone. So, I hadn't even been able to guess what she might be like from her voice. But as soon as I saw the slender, beautiful lady crossing the room towards me, I knew that it was her. And now, as she was stood in front of me, my mouth felt dry – and my trousers uncomfortably tight.
"Hi, I'm Alexandra – but please call me Alex."
Her voice was soft, almost seductive, but very firm and strong. She was only a few inches shorter than my six feet, although I could make out her stiletto heels at the base of her long shapely legs. She was maybe around thirty, a few years younger than me, but looked younger still. I realised that I was staring. She was dressed in a black skirt and jacket, with a white blouse, looking so demure, so professional – and incredibly sexy.
"Dave," I croaked as I tried to introduce myself, my mouth still dry. "Sorry," I muttered after clearing my throat, "Dave."
Her hand was warm, her skin soft, her grip firm. I felt sure my hand was tingling as I held hers. She raised an eyebrow, a smile crossing her face. I released her hand quickly, realising that I'd been holding on for too long, unable to drag my eyes away from her. But even as our hands dropped, I'm sure something passed between us. Another smile crossed her face, her tongue flicking around her red lips.
"Shall we?" she said, nodding towards were our mutual client waited.
We sat down quickly, and got down to business. Alex was the solicitor representing Andy, a client of mine – I'm an accountant - who had had an accident, and was trying to claim damages. Today we were to agree those damages with the other side.
We talked for a while, but I was totally distracted by Alex – and she knew it. I was distracted by the way she moved, by the way her firm breasts in her silky bra pressed against her white blouse, by the way she flicked her long black hair back, by the way she pushed her black framed glasses onto the top of her head, by the way her red lipstick shone on her wide, very kissable mouth. And I was distracted by the rings – or lack of them – on her fingers.
Our case was called, and we all stood up quickly. Alex stretched, her jacket hanging open as her breasts pressed against her blouse. For a fleeting second, I was all too conscious of the dark shadow of her nipples. I felt my cock lurch, but then she was tidying her blouse up and straightening her skirt. She buttoned her jacket up. It fitted her perfectly, hugging her soft breasts, following the shape of her body at her narrow waist, flaring back out onto her hips. She smiled at me.
Andy nudged me, a wide grin on his face as he watched me watching her, as we followed Alex. I tried to concentrate on the case as we walked the few yards to the courtroom, but somehow my eyes could only follow the swing of Alex's hips, the shape of her long, nylon clad legs beneath her well fitted, knee length skirt, her firm ass.
I shook my head and took my seat beside Alex, all too aware of her warmth beside me. The court rose – and suddenly she was forgotten, as all my professional instincts took over.
Two hours later it was all over. Andy let out a loud yell as everything swung in our – in his – favour. We were all on our feet, laughing as the tension of the last few months evaporated. Alex was hugging Andy. She turned to me, a wide grin on her face. She threw her arms around me for a celebratory hug. I held her tight, too tight. I was all too aware of her soft curves even through our jackets, of her breasts against me, of the smell of her. She pulled away, startled, and it was only then that I realised how hard I was.
I swore under my breath, cursing myself as she turned to slip her papers back into her briefcase. I did the same, my face glowing red at the thought of what had happened. Andy was oblivious to all this, anxious to get away, to be with his family. He thanked us both, and then was gone, calling back over his shoulder that he'd ring us.
We both picked up our briefcases. I followed her out of the court room, distracted again by her slim but curvy body, by her beautifully fitted clothes, even though I knew I'd blown it. She stopped, and turned slowly. A delicious smile crossed her face as she openly looked me up and down.
"A drink to celebrate?" she asked.
I thought I'd misheard her at first – but ten minutes later we'd dropped our briefcases off at our cars, and were sat in a half empty Wine bar with an open bottle of champagne between us. An hour later, we were well into our second bottle – and both knew exactly were our evening was heading.
By now, the Wine bar was getting noisy as it filled up with usual Friday evening type crowd. But we were oblivious to it, sat at a small round table, talking quietly about everything under the sun, our faces inches apart, almost teasing each other by not saying what was really on our minds.
Our legs were touching. I felt Alex move, my knee slipping between her thighs. She squeezed my leg between hers, the heat of her surging up my thighs to my cock. She sat back in the chair, her breasts taut against her blouse. This time there was no mistaking the darkness of her nipples. She finished her drink and smiled at me. A delicious, welcoming smile, that left nothing to the imagination.
We stood up quickly, and grabbed our jackets off the back of our chairs. I pulled mine on, and then helped Alex into hers, savouring the smell, the closeness of her as I stood behind her. We moved quickly now, grabbing a taxi outside the Wine bar, neither of us wanting to drive. Alex gave the driver her address. It was only five minutes away, but even so she slid across the seat towards me.
