MARIA COURTNEY QC walked out of the Royal Courts of Justice and walked along London's Strand before turning into Southampton Row walking towards Bloomsbury. It was a beautiful day and she was on top of the world having just won a very important case in which she had successfully defended her client in a libel action.
She could have taken a taxi to her hotel but the walk, she thought, would do her good and give her a chance to work off some of the adrenaline coursing through her veins, always induced by the buzz of winning an important court case, also she needed a breather, time to catch her breath before arriving back at her hotel because she knew Dear Daddy would be on the phone wanting to know every detail of how she had won the case.
Daddy had been a successful lawyer and Maria's upper-class background and her rich father had helped to see her through Oxford but for all that, when she was in the courtroom she was on her own and she wanted to prove that she had ability regardless of the start in life that Daddy's money and connections had undoubtedly provided.
The sun was beating down and she took off the black coat of her two-piece suit and slung it over her shoulder, any observant man with an eye for a beautiful woman would take in at glance the sexy walk, the wriggling bum in the black knee-length skirt and his keen eye would get a tantalising glimpse of her white bra through the tightly pulled blouse buttons stretched across her fulsome breasts.
Jeff Blackburn was such an observant man; he had the perfect vantage point watching Maria walking towards him. Leaning on his shovel four feet inside a hole at the side of the road and he was looking forward to seeing as far up her black tights or stockings as possible when she passed by.
Maria saw him first and gave the hole a wider berth, seeing the cheeky look on Jeff's face, his gleaming smile and the pearly-white teeth, but she also noticed much more. The golden suntan on his magnificent torso, his firmly toned chest muscles, the trail of hair running down his bare stomach pointing like a finger into his tight-fitting, scruffy jeans.
"Give us a flash darling," he said crudely, "don't be a spoil sport."
Normally Maria would treat such a remark with utter disdain, no man in the circles in which she normally circulated would make such a coarse remark, but somehow there was something different about this man, he was funny, roguish, the glint of devilment in his sexy, brown eyes and he was different to the men she normally associated with, men who would never turn her on in a million years, it was his toughness as well as his rugged good-looks that made her smile back at him.
"Give us yer phone number sweetheart, guard it with my life honest."
Maria suddenly felt so feminine, so girlie, and so different from the high-powered woman she had become, the woman who had just ruthlessly destroyed the case against her client in the UK's highest court.
She walked on, well of course she did.
Jeff watched the movement of her sweet, little bum shuffle in her skirt as her high-heels clickety-clicked on the pavement and she disappeared, mingling in the busy hustle and bustle of the crowded street.
Soon Maria would be at the Tavistock Hotel where she intended to collapse on the bed and chill before phoning Daddy but she was still smiling inwardly at that gorgeous, hunky fellow who had put a new kind of spring in her step and it had overtaken the thrill of her High Court victory and replaced it with a different kind of thrill.
It had been fleeting, over in a few seconds. His delicious smile, the bluntness of the way he had asked for her phone number and she was half wishing she had been naughty enough to have given him a flash up her skirt. God what was she thinking about, she could never do such a thing - ridiculous.
She stopped at the entrance to her hotel and looked inside her handbag, she pulled out one of her cards and glanced at it, it contained her office number and her mobile number under her embossed name -- MARIA COURTNEY QC.
Maria retraced her footsteps, this time she was going to be naughty, very naughty.
Jeff was busy working, digging the hole even deeper while his mate was softening the soil with a jigger-pick when he turned to see a pair of women's high-heels at least a foot apart at the side of the hole he was stood in. His eyes traced slowly up the woman's legs, up her skirt, above the tops of her stockings to the white, softness of her thighs, and then the gusset of her gleaming, white panties pulled up so tight he could see the shape of her perfectly formed pussy lips and just a hint of her tight slit. A nice, tight slit always made his mouth water and he had seen plenty in his time.
His gaze lingered to soak up the view, Maria smiled down at him.
"Hope you have seen enough," she said handing him her card.
Again Maria disappeared in the direction of her hotel.
