Chapter 1
Her new client was a famous NBA player. She’s won plenty of her cases lately. Her name as a top lawyer getting out to the world.
Usually she’d work her cases at her law office at work, her new client was a 24 year old basketball player. He would miss appointments, not answer her office calls or cell phone calls. She went over because she was serious about helping him with his contract.
She went to his condo knowing her way of going over a case, her notes, and case files in hand. When he opened the door sweaty, Scrupled chest withs abs leading down to basketball shorts, and basketball socks, and shoes. He hand firmly holds the basketball at his waist. She can’t miss the bulge and imprint showing a thick dick, that makes her exhale naturally.
She breaks out of her gaze when he says,“Hey.” Smirking at her.
Her eyes finally roam back up to his handsome face, and curly black hair.
“Hey.” She smiles.
He nods his head opening the door for her to come in. Of course he doesn’t have nay type of office. This is definitely the condo of a single man or bachelor. She could sit at the table, the couch, and who knows how many bedrooms he has.
He looks around pretty much looking at the couches, the TV, a dining table. “Feel free to sit wherever you are comfortable.” She is drawn to his face, lips, sweat on his chest and abs. She bites her lip looking at the couch. Putting the files down she tries to get back with the program, “You haven’t been answering my calls and missed you’re appointments.”
He pauses throwing the basketball back and forth in his hand, “I’ve been kinda busy.” His phone is dinging by the TV.
“Look Garrett, I’m here to help you. You need to decide if you don’t want my help or not. I have other clients and cases to take on. It takes time to put a case together.”
He bites his lip and smiles, “Yeah I need you’re help.”
Then fucking act like it. Answer and help her with whatever she needs.
“What do you need?” He asks her.
“Well for starters, I need you’re original contract to look over with you.”
“Cool.” He starts to back up to his room, “let me take a shower first.” He turns around not even letting her respond.
Unbelievable. Yet this case is not about what she’ll be paid for. Her body tingling, and heat in her pussy. Her wind wonders to over forms of payment.
When she saw his bulge print she thought about if she could give him a blow job.She’s been lonely, drowned in work, but now this young, hot, attractive athlete. Could it be possible that he would want her? She wasn’t just for anybody. Of course so young and attractive she knows she wasn’t the only woman that would want him.
She goes over a couple of days later to go over what she finished. They’ve made out and had intense dry humping clothes mainly off sessions. She knows she was the one holding back. He was respectful and didn’t cross her boundary if she didn’t want to do it.
She’s been divorced for 3 years now. Sure she’s had good looking clients, married man who hit on her as gorgeous as she was. She turned them down, tried and failed at dating apps. She felt like it was trash. One date a conservative man, not believing in woman rights. Would have been a relationship heading for disaster. She didn’t expect to be horny like this her body reacted she this strong athlete was around her. She had to cross her legs avoid eye contact.
He’s showered, bulging shorts, shooting his shot, he’s already semi-hard, he whispers he was thinking about her. An athletic bb such good in shape wants to fuck her, ok.
Taking off his tank top, raking her nails across his chest. Thoughts rush across her head: Age what? Lawyer what? Cougar what? She’s moaning then her dress is rising up, green thong, spreads her legs, hands on her boobs she unbuttons and throws off her jacket. Her legs shudder, her hands are pulling in his curly hair. Her other hand grabbing his thick bulge threw his workout track pants. She smirks because she is making him squirm. He kisses her neck, she is grabbing his bulge harder, and grabbing his hair. She can feel her body heat with want.
Her blazer on the ground she can feel she is ruffled. Her hair, her panties are wet. He takes her to his bedroom and their clothes are off. They haven’t gone all the way yet, but her body wants it so bad. She asks him about protection. There is silence and just nervous answer, “I don’t have anything.”
