Scandal

I had promised myself a year ago that I would not represent a client involved in a scandal. As the founding partner of a prestigous Washington D.C. law firm. I could and would control watching women. Luckily for them, I hadn’t seen anything that sparked my interest which at first made me think that I was in control. It had been about two months since my last time and I soon realized that I was getting incredibly horny. I stopped at a coffee shop to browse the paper and fill up on caffeine when I noticed this young lady, sitting alone, engrossed in a book.
She seemed to be a petite young thing, maybe 25 years old. From my first glance I could only see her top which looked like it had a fairly open neckline which got my attention but it was too busy to see much more. I got my coffee and paper and spotted an empty table in the corner of the shop, perfect for viewing the whole place. I hurried over and sat down, quickly adjusting the paper so I could peer over the top without being noticed.
The young lady with the book was sitting sideways to me about three tables away and I had a wonderful unobstructed view. I instantly knew I didn’t need to bother with the paper. Unless she turned around she would never even know I could see her. To my great joy, her top was snug to her pert breasts but what really caught my attention was that it was a dress she was wearing. It seemed to come just above her knees, her well toned legs were curled up under her chair and she wore very delicately strapped high heels. It seemed slightly out of place, but I was not one to complain.
I could feel myself already reacting to her. As the minutes went by I enjoyed the show as she adjusted herself several times in her chair; stretching her legs out in front of herself, turning in her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs, dangling and wiggling her high heels. I was as captivated as she would soon be. I noticed her look at her watch many times then glance around the shop, stretching her neck to peer out to the parking lot while she scanned back and forth. She was waiting for someone! Of course! That would explain her attire, and what a lucky man he must be, I thought. For the next 45 minutes I watched her from behind my newspaper as my unfulfilled needs took over.
My heart was racing and my stomach started to knot in anticipation as she got up and approached me. I stood up and greeted her. ” Hi, Mr. Malone.” She said. I looked at her surprised, and I asked ” Do I know you?” ” Yes, my name is Denise. You know my family in Texas. I was advised to meet you and convince you to take me as a client.” She said. ” I see, as you know I do not represent clients in court anymore. I certainly will refer you to a lawyer in my law firm.” I said. ” Mr. Malone, please take me as a client. I will certainly do anything you want.” She said. I agreed to follow her to her home so we could continue our discussion.
Luckily my hard-on had subsided when she was getting ready to leave. I was able to get up without a noticeable bulge and got out of the shop before she did. When she finally walked out I watched where she was headed and again, luckily, she was angled just slightly away and couldn’t see me as I approached. She went between a van and her car and I could hear her unlock the door and open it. Just as I got to the corner of the van she was closing her door but I did catch a short glimpse of her left leg as she moved it inside, her dress hiked up and exposed most of it. I nearly panicked, thinking I could pull her door open and push her over. I tried to relax my face and tapped on her window. She hadn’t seen me yet and she was startled but I put on my best innocent look and she even smiled slightly and rolled her window down. She hadn’t had time to compose herself and I had to contain myself from enjoying the view. Her dress was rolled up her thighs and the top of her dress was puckered, exposing more cleavage than she would like, I suspect. I smiled at her.
She seemed to relax but still quickly adjusted her dress to a more modest appearance. She seemed rushed but when I couldn’t help but look down at her outstretched legs. I paid her a compliment to top it off and she awkwardly thanked me as she rolled up the window. The house sounded completely silent and I was sure no one else was home. A quick survey of the shoe mat at the door revealed all women’s shoes so I was even happier. I quickly looked around the house to get an idea of the layout. I could hear her heels clicking on the pavement just before the door opened. Her heels were even louder on the tiled kitchen floor then she switched on the stereo and loud music began to play.
My hands were shaking again as I heard her walking around and I began to plan my move. Every time she walked by the door I could smell her perfume, could hear her heels clicking on the floor and the subtle but unmistakeable sound of her hosiery clad legs slipping past each other with each step. My hard-on had returned with a vengeance. Luckily the sound of the stereo was enough to mask my breathing that was getting very deep and I was very nearly moaning with excitement. She stopped just outside the bathroom door.Then the sound of her heels became louder than ever.