"Two Weeks Notice"
by
Heather was 38 and had been a partner at the law firm of
Locke & Fulbright for four years and an associate for eight years prior
to becoming partner. Locke & Fulbright was a large firm in Dallas with
over four hundred lawyers and occupied eight floors of the prestigious
Trammell Tower in downtown Dallas. Heather s office was a corner
office looking over the West End and Arts District of Dallas. She had
the indicia of power all about her.
Heather was a modern woman with a modern temperament and although she
had the option to get married a few times in the past she had always
gravitated towards brief periods of cohabitation. They were brief
because her meteoric rise in the law was too demanding to allow for
sustained personal relationships and she had never managed to live with
a guy for more than a year. And she had never lived with anyone in
their house, only in hers.
Heather never suffered for lack of attention from the gentlemen. As
her mom used to say, "When you look like Heather the fellas come
around." She might be 38, but she could pass for much younger as she
was almost religious in her nutrition and work out regimen. It was
probably the only thing in her life, outside of her career, for which
the word religion would be an appropriate adjective.
Dan was a third year associate and a damn bright lawyer. Heather knew
smart when she saw it and Dan was smart. Dan was 29 and, like Heather,
had graduated from SMU Law. While Heather was a Cornell graduate, Dan
had attended SMU as an undergraduate where he gained mild notoriety as
an all-conference wide receiver on the football team. In his senior
year the game day program had Dan listed at six foot three inches tall
and 220 pounds. But after football he had lost some of the weight the
coaches demanded he gain and now was a svelte 210 and he wore it well
on his masculine frame.
After college Dan had married his college sweetheart and went to work
with his father-in-law in his insurance business and a few years later
decided to return to school to pursue the law. Dan s wife was
vigorously opposed to law school and the marriage did not survive the
first, and most demanding, year of law school. There were no kids
involved and as Dan like to say, No harm, no foul.
Dan was one of those associates that the partners at Locke would fight
over. Smart, tall and good-looking, Dan had what Heather referred to
as the bearing of a lawyer. He commanded the kind of respect that
comes out of the genetically programmed fiber in all of us to respect
the alpha male. Not so much for what he accomplished, but just because
he looked like an alpha male. And he stirred something in Heather. She
felt it the first time he walked in her office as a Summer Associate, a
sort of intern, over five years ago. He was still a law student at SMU
at the time. He had everything on what she called the Heather List,
blue eyes, brunette wavy hair, tall, muscular build and distinctly
masculine. And an ass that looked like it could power lift a thousand
pounds. But she was a partner and he was an associate and she hadn't
reached this stage of her career by letting her little girl crushes on
the male associates exist anywhere except inside her head. Where they
could be contained. But when he would leave the room, she looked.
Heather and Dan had worked closely over the last year on a number of
files, but most recently they were engaged in what Dan would call a
Caged Death Match with another large law firm in Dallas.
The associates, without exception, hated Heather. Given a chance they
would all fuck her in a minute, but that was sex and this was career.
If they could, they would fuck her over professionally, but she was too
bright and politically astute to allow herself to be vulnerable.
Needless to say, she was difficult to work for and their nickname for
her was Law Diva. Dan had coined the phrase and none of them hated
her more than Dan.
Unfortunately, none of them were assigned to more of her cases than Dan
and his distaste for working with her had reached the point that he
began interviewing with other law firms and was now pondering two
different offers. He was leaving Locke, the only questions were when
and where. But when would be soon and where would be decided in the
next day or two.
Heather awoke on this Friday feeling particularly lonely. The fellas,
or at least the right fellas, were not coming around lately. That was
mostly her fault as she had been working insane hours, but still. As
she showered she was thinking about the last time she had felt that
sense of being desired by a man. That feeling that only a woman could
have that comes from an aroused man advancing on you, taking you, and
satisfying that need placed in him by his creator. It had been awhile.
As she showered and thought about the last time she had felt that way
she decided to go through the usual preparations that came when there
was a man in the picture. She paid particularly close attention to
shaving. She wasn't a big fan of shaving her pussy, but when she was
satisfying an aroused man, that was always part of the plan. And
shaving her pussy today brought back many fond memories of sexual
exploits past. Afterwards, it felt smooth and as she passed her hand
over her freshly shaved girl parts she issued that little sound that an
old boyfriend had called The Heather Purr. Where is a man that knows
how to use a tongue when you need one? Today would be a thong day. She
picked out the lacy red thong from Suzanne s that had the matching, and
very sheer, bra. Suzanne s was one of her favorite places to buy
unmentionables as her mom would say and this ensemble perfectly
matched her mood today.
It might be Friday, but there was more work to do than either Heather
or Dan could get to. They would be in trial on Monday. The Caged Death
Match was finally going to be resolved by twelve good citizens from
Dallas County that were not smart enough to avoid jury duty. It was
after 10 PM and they were worn out. But they still needed to review the
testimony of their trademark expert before they called it a night.
The air conditioning in the building turned off at 7 every night and
although it was late October the building had warmed up slightly since
then. Not uncomfortable, but you could tell it was a couple of degrees
warmer. Heather was wearing a silk blouse that buttoned up the front.
The buttons strained against the bosom they were trying to contain and
Heather had unbuttoned the top two buttons for comfort. Her skirt,
like all her skirts, was above the knee with a small slit and when she
sat down you could catch a glimpse of her well-toned thighs.
Dan liked to play a game when he was with Heather. The game consisted
of looking up Heather s skirt whenever she crossed her legs. If he
could see all the way to her panties, that was one score and if he
could tell the color of her panties, that was another score, etc. Dan
kept score in his head. Heather noticed that Dan s attention would
divert at those times. This would happen with lots of guys in her
office. Some would disgust her as they were married and twenty years
older than her, others were inconsequential but Dan s gaze up her skirt
would always make her smile inside. It always thrilled her when a
desirable guy explored her visually. So giving Dan a chance to look up
her skirt was always part of the drill. She never sat behind her desk
when Dan and she would meet; she always sat on the couch and Dan in one
her client chairs. This way she was sunk in the couch with her pelvis
tilted up. When she crossed her legs she knew Dan could see all the
way to the Promised Land. Just like she liked it.
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On this day she was more deliberate. As they discussed the expert s
report she was looking at the report and; knowing Dan was watching,
crossed her legs in a very slow and deliberate manner. What normally
took a fraction of a second now took over a second. Dan watched her
movements and made note of the red colored thong. Dan may not like her,
but she was an attractive woman. She had pulled her long frosted blond
hair back in a ponytail using a designer hair clip. Suddenly she
reminded Dan of the sorority girls at SMU that vied for his attention
when he was in his glory years.
Then she did it again and he knew this was no accident and he felt the
subtle shift of power. She might be the partner and he might be the
associate, but in human terms he was the male and she was the female
and for a few moments the female was making herself sexually available.
And in that world he wasn't just a male, he was an alpha male and he
knew it. He stood up as though to go back to his office and she stood
as well. He walked over to the door of her office, closed it and
locked it.
"What are you doing?" she said, her heart instantly racing.
He advanced upon her and simply said, "you know".
He pulled her over to her small conference table and turned her around
so that they were spooning, but standing up. He pulled her against
himself and reaching around her allowed his hands to explore up and
down her form. But slowly, very slowly. She let out a sigh and thought
that, as expected, he knew what he was doing.
"We should stop," she said. Be quiet is all he whispered in her ear
as he kissed the nape of her neck.
"I want your pussy. Again," in a whisper. The Heather Purr began. It
was involuntary and she couldn't stop it. "I want to unzip your skirt,
slip off your panties, bend you over this conference table and fuck
your pussy."
" We shouldn't," she said. But she could already feel her clit
throbbing and her pussy was wet. Her resistance was melting away like
sugar in hot coffee.
He continued to whisper, "I don t care what we should or should not do.
I am going to bend you over this conference table and fuck your pussy
right here, right now. "
With that he found the zipper on the side of her skirt, unzipped it and
the designer skirt fell to the floor. She instinctively flipped it with
her foot off to the side.
He ran his hands over her ass and appreciated how intensely feminine
Heather was. She had curves in all the right places and while Dan knew
that before, he was experiencing it now and that is something
completely different. His dick was rock hard and he pressed against
her now as she leaned in to him.
He removed his trousers and boxers and exposed his dick, gleaming from
the pre-cum that had already been expelled.
She moaned as he pushed his dick between her cheeks and between her
legs. She was bent over the table now with her legs spread apart. He
was slowly rocking his hips causing his dick to rub against her thong.
She reached between her legs to feel his dick. It was slick from the
semen that was seeping out. She brought her hand to her mouth to lick
his fluid off her fingers.
Then he turned her around and in calculated movements removed her
blouse and her bra. He took a quick glance at her. She was wearing
only the thong and her high heels. This was a view of Law Diva many had
wished for but few had attained and he could have stopped here and been
satisfied, but there was so much more and he was beginning to
appreciate this side of Heather. Naked and vulnerable, she suddenly
seemed almost sweet.
Her breasts and erect nipples were as tantalizing to Dan as her lovely
thighs and beautiful ass. He began licking the nipple to his right.
Slowly, first by circling the nipple with his erect tongue and then
moving in to the hardened nipple and squeezing it with his lips. She
had grabbed his head with her hands and was guiding him now. The
Heather Purr was audible now and Dan knew he was right where he needed
to be.
After a few moments Dan began to kiss her on the mouth. He reached
behind he and grabbing her ass pulled her against himself. The kiss
was Dan s trademark. Slow deliberate and on the lips. Slowly he
pushed his tongue in to her mouth and began to explore her. She had no
taste, but was very soft.
He reached down and pulled her panties away from her body. The thong
hit the floor and Heather flicked it over to the pile of her clothes on
the floor. If anyone walked in now there would be some explaining to
do. Dan immediately noticed that her pussy was shaved and his
excitement jumped even further. In his imagination he had always
assumed she shaved, but to experience it in real life was a joy he
wanted to savor. He ran his hand over her shaved pubis and admired God's
handiwork.
"Did you shave your pussy for me?
" Is your pussy wet?"
The only response she could muster was a louder version of The Heather
Purr.
As he held her naked form he whispered, " I need to lick your pussy."
Heather went limp in his arms and Dan caught her. Her level of arousal
was now so high she could not stand up; Dan would have to support her.
He leaned her back against the table and pulled the client chair over
to the table. He spread her legs apart and began to lick her pussy.
Slow, long strokes down one side and then the other. He had not
touched her clit yet and she was about to scream.
"Lick my clit," she moaned. Terrified that someone might hear her.
"Not yet, there is time. We'll get to it."
The anticipation was building and her clit was ablaze. No man had made
her wait like this. She was thrilled and exasperated at the same time.
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Then he gradually began to flick her clitoris. She groaned loudly. At
first it was a brush, almost an accidental flick, but then he began to
circle his tongue around her clit and she was pressing her pelvis in to
his face. Then he flattened his tongue against her button of pleasure
and almost instantly the waves of her orgasm began. As she began to
hit the zenith of her excitement Dan slipped the middle finger of his
right hand in her pussy and began to stroke her g-spot. She was wet
and receptive as she began to shudder. Her body, shaking with
pleasure, began to glisten from the sweat that was building from the
release she was feeling.
Dan continued his slow and deliberate movements for several minutes.
He gently sucked her clit and eventually she begged him to stop. But
as waves of release and comfort and joy gripped her, she could not
resist him and for the first time in her life she experienced the
miracle of multiple orgasms. Dan finally stopped and she began to
regain her senses. She was lying back on the table and he tried to
enter her, but she stopped him.
She slid off the table and to her knees and as she came face-to-face
with his cock she began by licking the underside of its head. She
circled the head of his dick with her tongue. He could tell she
intended to fulfill his hopes and dreams for this moment and, like him,
was in no rush to be done with it.
As she began slowly and gently stroking his balls with her finger nails
she slid his dick in her mouth. She knew to keep her mouth and lips
closed tightly as she did this so the head of his dick could feel the
sliding sensation as he entered her.
Almost instantly he wanted to come. Dan knew that if he looked down at
the magical acts being performed at that moment he would go off like a
roman candle. So he kept his eyes closed with his hands on Heather's
head and felt the gentle swaying of her head. Later he would reflect
back on the fact that her approach to this ultimate act of admiration
involved a greater commitment to slow, wet rhythmic movements than any
he had ever experienced before and for the first time he hoped this
wasn't a one-night stand.
He was about to reach the point of no return when he felt her stop. He
looked down and she looked up at him. Their eyes met for a moment as
she licked some semen from the head of his cock.
"I thought you were going to bend me over this table," she purred.
Without a word he started to lift her up from the floor. But she
resisted and instead reached for her purse and pulled out a ribbed
Trojan, her favorite. He moaned as she glided the condom over his
hardness.
Then he pulled her up from the floor and without resistance turned her
around. She spread her legs as she bent over the table. She reached
out with her hands and grabbed the opposite side of the table and
braced herself for his climax.
But as she was prone on the table he began caress her ass and run his
hand between her open thighs and to feel the outer lips of her pussy.
He felt her shaved pussy and smiled as she squirmed on the table,
enjoying his touch. Finally he entered her from behind.
She relished the sensation of the deep penetration this position gives,
but her rear was wet from this lovemaking and she was surprised at how
much she enjoyed the feeling of his coarse pubic hair on her wet ass.
She began to moan with each thrust of his cock deep inside her.
He was so close to climax he could barely control himself. He had a
technique for dealing with this situation where he would count his
thrusts and try to get to 200. So he attempts to thrust and count and
not to think about the beautiful lawyer who is a partner at Locke and
is now spread-legged across her conference table while he is fucking
her like an animal.
But her moans get his attention and he looks up to see their reflection
in the window. He can see her face clearly and the effect of his
piston-like action on her.
And suddenly he cannot control those urges God has placed within him
and in a flash his cock fires off like the old 12-gauge shotgun he has
at home.
Heather actually yelps at the experience. A girly, high pitched and
dainty little yelp involuntarily escapes from her.
And with that they collapsed on the couch that was nearby. He put his
arm around her and she put her head on his shoulder, her fingers
tracing his now only slightly erect penis.
Finally, she spoke.
"What was that?"
"That, my dear, was my two weeks' notice."
- The End -
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