JENNIE
She is standing by a tree smoking a cigarette and drinking an orange soda. Her tie is loosened from her neck, and her uniform jacket is unbuttoned. It's hot outside. I watch her through a small slit in my curtains. She scrolls through her phone and, without warning, looks directly up at me. Our eyes lock and her message is clear. She's here for me. I can't let this opportunity pass. She made the first move. Again. It's my turn. I write my address and phone number on the back of my business card and quickly check my hair and makeup. I let my hair down and straighten my suit. I should stay and review my notes, but I need to see her. I grab my bag with all my drafts from today, briefly touch my robe hanging on the coatrack, and lock my door on the way out. April's already gone. Most of the staff leaves at five.
Outside, my breath catches in my throat, even though I've prepared myself to see and talk to her again. She's holding her glass soda bottle and studying the line of trash and recycle bins.
"Try the middle one," I say.
She pauses before she turns. Her eyes roam me up and down, and an appreciative, almost cocky smile perches on her red lips. "I was just leaving."
I reach for her cigarette and take a drag. The butt tastes faintly like artificial orange and mint from her lip balm. I take one last drag and crush the lit end on the side of one of the recycle bins. I refuse to buy cigarettes and really need to stop sneaking them. "I'm glad you waited." I smile up at her, remembering how she stood just as tall and confident between my legs only yesterday. I lean my weight on my other hip to find a spark of friction to ease my throbbing pussy. It doesn't help, and the way she looks at me only makes my body swell more. I close the gap between us, but not so much as to draw unwanted attention. I slip out my business card and slide it into the breast pocket of her sexy uniform. She shudders and closes her eyes. I turn and walk away, knowing she's watching me. I don't look back, and I don't search for her as I leave the parking lot. What did I just do? I have an hour and a half to get ready. That isn't enough time to shower, primp, and cook dinner. I call Tannin's and place an order for two mushroom risotto dinners with fresh bread and a salad to be delivered at exactly 7:05. Food is the last thing on my mind, but my caloric intake today is dismal, and I'm hopeful for a hell of a night. I need energy.
By the time I get into my apartment, I'm down to sixty-eight minutes. I know Lisa will be prompt, if she shows up at all. Even if she's early, she won't ring until then. Fuck. Why are most of my clothes packed away? My options are power suits or yoga pants. I have to have something sexy somewhere. I almost weep with relief when I find my little black dress hidden behind my suits. It hits right above the knee and clings to me everywhere. I don't bother with a bra or panties. I have thirty minutes to perfect my look and will need every second. I blow out my hair the best I can. I don't look as polished as I did yesterday, but I still look good. There's a knock at the door, and my heart jumps.
She takes my breath away. The genuine smile, the hair that swoops across her forehead, and she's wearing that gorgeous uniform. I open the door wider but don't move. She has to touch me to get inside.
She hands me a crimson gift bag with red tissue paper. It's the exact color of my Prohibited Rouge lipstick. "This is for you. For later," she says.
I don't even care what's in it. I only care that she's here. I want to grab her by her thin navy tie and pull her inside. Without my heels, she towers over me, and that's sexy as fuck. "Are you coming in?" I gasp when she lifts me up and walks into my kitchen. I wrap my legs around her waist. "We need to close the door," I whisper.
She brushes her lips across mine. I grab her lapels and moan into her mouth at the delicious kiss. She sets me on the counter and pushes up my dress, so she's pressed against me. Her belt buckle rubs my clit, and I shiver with anticipation. Disappointment quickly replaces my joy when I notice she's not packing. I stop myself from frowning.
"Um. Excuse me? Does Jennie Kim live here?" a deep voice asks from the doorway.
We both freeze. Fuck. It's the delivery guy. I peek around Lisa's shoulder. "I'm Jennie."
A young man shifts from one foot to the other. He's red with embarrassment, and I wonder what he saw. Lisa turns to block his view and walks toward him for the food.
"Thanks, buddy."
She slips him a tip even though I've already tipped him online and closes the door before he can see more of me than either of us want. I haven't moved. I want her to see me like this—wet and ready for her. Her shoulders visibly relax once the door is locked.
"That was close."
She walks back to me. I smirk and lean back on the counter.
Her eyes flicker from my jutting breasts down to my exposed thighs.
I spread my legs more for her enjoyment. She smiles and runs her hands over them, stopping right before her thumbs rub my sensitive lips. She isn't gentle, and I gasp with pleasure. I touch her face as though I haven't seen her in forever.
"Hi." I brush my hands over her lips.
She kisses them and kisses me. "Hi." She pulls back. "I'm Lisa Manoban. It's so very nice to meet you."
"Trust me when I say the pleasure is all mine. I'm Jennie Kim." I drape my arms on her shoulders.
"The Honorable Jennie Kim."
I look down at my dress that hides nothing. My pussy is smooth, exposed, and ready. "Maybe not at this moment."
We both watch as she lightly touches my glistening slit. I run my fingers over the soft, short hair on the back of her neck, scraping my nails until I hit her scalp. She moans her appreciation.
"I've missed this," I say.
"You aren't sore?" Her voice is low with a hint of concern.
"Deliciously so. Don't worry about me. I can take it." I run my hands down the buttons of her jacket, enjoying the swell of her breasts. I lean in to smell her spicy cologne. "Are you hungry?"
She responds by bending down and running her tongue at the junction of where the warm folds of my pussy meet, and my clit pulses at her darting tongue. I jerk and spread my legs wantonly. It has only been a day, but I need her. My mysterious woman. "Lisa."
She stops and looks at me. "Jennie."
Her eyes are bright. I can tell she's happy to be here with me.
I don't realize I said her name out loud. "It's just nice to have a name with a…," I look into her eyes, "…with a face."
She kisses my thigh and holds her finger up for me to wait there. I don't plan to move. She puts the food in the refrigerator and washes her hands. I can't stop watching her. Everything seems so unbelievable.
"What do you want, Jennie?"
She's back between my legs, but she waits for me to instruct her. "I want you to make me come."
"Mm. That's without a doubt." She pushes my knees up to my chest, and I lie back on the counter. I know she's going to make me forget about the discomfort of lying on the granite countertop and replace it with pleasurable pain. She presses her face into my folds and licks my pussy hard and fast. I pull at her shoulders and moan my approval. "This can't be comfortable for you." Without waiting for a reply, she picks me up and carries me to the couch. It's so fast I don't have time to react other than hold her shoulders.
"Where's your cock?" I reach for her belt and press my hand against her mound. Her hips jerk under my touch.
"This outfit is too tight to pack." She runs her finger over my pouting lips. "Don't be sad. You haven't opened your present."
Excitement gathers in my chest as I fantasize about what's in the bag. How big is it? Will she wear it or just fuck me with it? "Is it present time?"
She shakes her head, and I pout. "Not yet."
She pushes up my dress, even though my pussy is already exposed. I feel sexier wearing it, so I leave it on. She runs her hands up and down my thighs and stares at me. My mouth falls open when I feel her thumbs slip inside me. I'm wet and ready. I feel completely unguarded. I watch her for as long as I can before passion overtakes me, and I succumb to the pleasure and close my eyes. My hips rise with each thrust. I've lost count of how many fingers she has inside me. At least two. Guttural sounds come from my open mouth as she thrusts fast and hard. I hook one leg over the back of my couch to anchor myself and meet each thrust even harder. She's so fast.
Her moans echo mine. A flush spreads across me, and I know I'm going to come hard. I dig my heels down and raise my hips until the orgasm crashes into me. I'm shaking as she stretches my legs down and lies beside me on the couch. I'm not a cuddler, but this feels nice.
"Are you ready for your present?"
She's tense, and I know she wants to come, too. I nod, and she jumps up and disappears with the bag. Cold, I grab a blanket from the back of the couch and cover myself. The five minutes she's gone have given me time to relax, and the moment I hear her walking toward me, my pussy clenches with delight.
"I wanted to wear this here, but as you can see, the gift bag was the better idea."
She stands in front of me. Her cock strains the zipper of her uniform pants. She looks uncomfortable. I can't tell if it's because it's too big or she's just too swollen. I smile because she goes to such lengths to please me. I touch her crotch. It's bigger than the one she wore yesterday.
"Do you like it?"
I nod and run my fingers up and down the hard shaft. She steps back, unzips her pants, and pulls it through the zipper. It's thicker. I bite my bottom lip and imagine her pumping it in and out of me. She reaches in the bag and pulls out a small bottle of lube. Normally, I'd wave it off, but I think I'm going to need it. I watch her as she rubs her hand up and down the dildo. I reach back and grab the arm of the couch to steady myself. She kneels between my legs. The coolness of the lube makes me jump, but it'll warm quickly. She's slow and watches my reaction. The tight feeling as she pushes in is quickly replaced with a burst of ecstasy. She slowly moves inside me.
"Are you okay?"
I bite my bottom lip and stare into her eyes. "Oh, I'm more than okay."
She adjusts the base until she's comfortable and begins to move her hips. She's fully dressed, and while she's sexy in uniform, I want to see her skin. I've felt her muscles through her clothes, but today I want to see them slick with sweat and popping.
"Take off your jacket." I don't recognize my voice.
She presses herself deep inside me, and I arch my back. Fuck, she feels so good. She holds the position, and I watch as she slides off the jacket and places it over the back of the couch. I hold up my hand to stop her from moving.
"More?"
I nod. "I want to see your muscles. Show me."
She unbuttons her shirt and reveals a gorgeous six pack that I can barely reach. Her erect nipples strain against a white sports bra that presses her breasts tightly against her chest.
"Take the shirt off," I say.
She slips out of the shirt to reveal toned and tan arms. She leans over me, resting her hands on either side of my shoulders. I run my hands up her corded arms and link my fingers behind her neck.
"You're beautiful. Now will you please fuck me?"
She growls right before she kisses me and lowers her body so she's settled between my legs. She doesn't have to move a lot to please me. The dildo is thick and deep, and every little movement shoots sparks of pure pleasure.
"Since yesterday, I haven't stopped thinking about fucking you," she says.
She buries her face in my hair and starts pumping her hips against mine. I cry out and wrap my arms around her back, digging my fingernails into her skin. I'm marking her, and that only makes her fuck me harder. My teeth scrape her shoulder with every thrust.
She's quiet when she comes and slows her hips as she works out her orgasm. She shakes and sinks into me to catch her breath.
"Wow," I say. Her sweaty forehead is hot against my shoulder.
I place a small kiss on her temple. "I like my present."
Her chest vibrates as a deep laugh works its way out. She lifts her head. "I like it, too. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to control it."
She's still inside me. While not uncomfortable, her movements send sparks that aren't close enough together to jolt me into another orgasm, but I either need a break or another orgasm. I don't teeter on the edge very well. As if reading my mind, she slowly pulls out and pushes herself off me.
"We're not done here," she says.
She has marks on her shoulder. I imagine her back is covered with scratches. I don't feel bad. "We're not?"
I feel the tip teasing my pussy. She pushes into me and pulls all the way out. I groan with both delight and disappointment. She does it again. And again. I come on the fourth thrust and again on the seventh.
My legs are numb, and I can barely catch my breath. "I can't. Oh, my God." She respectfully pulls out and lays her head on my stomach as we both allow ourselves to relax. I run my hands through her hair, needing contact that isn't sexual. Her hair is thick, and even though it contains product, I can run my fingers though it easily enough. She doesn't seem to care that I'm messing it up. "Are you hungry?"
She smiles, and tiny lines pop up at the corner of her eyes. "I could probably drink a gallon of water. And then maybe a glass of wine with dinner."
She pulls me up when she rises and respectfully tugs my dress back into place. I look at the stiff cock between us. She's right. It would never fit in her tight uniform. She grabs her shirt and excuses herself.
I clean up the best I can in the small half bath off the kitchen.
I'm warming dinner when she returns. "I pulled two bottles of wine for you to choose from."
Her shirt is tucked into her pants, and her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows. Her mussed hair gives her a carefree look, and I wonder how old she is, but I don't ask. We are already getting too familiar. She's the first woman who has visited my apartment, and I've lived here three years.
"I've been dying to try this one." She holds out the La Crema Monterey Chardonnay bottle after she reads the label. I got it for my birthday from somebody at the office several months ago.
"Sounds like a good choice. I've been waiting for an opportunity to open it," I say. I bring the plates to the table, and she follows with two glasses of wine.
"It smells delicious."
"It's from Tannin's Wine Bar. They make the best risotto and have the best wine selection in town. Have you ever been?"
She waits for me to sit before taking her seat. She has manners, and I find that sexy, too. "I haven't, but if the foods tastes as good as it smells, I'll have to go."
We're quiet during the first few minutes of the meal, which gives me time to study her. Despite being in an unfamiliar apartment and knowing me only a little over twenty-four hours, she screams confidence.
"You have a nice place here. The Plaza has always been one of my favorite places to hit. Great restaurants, nice bars, quality shops."
I'm one street south of the shops. I stop myself from telling her I'm moving to the garment district, where it's quieter, bigger, and less crime ridden. "Where do you live?"
"I have a house just on the other side of the river," she says.
North Kansas City, where Lisa lives, is charming and very family oriented. My new neighborhood has a hipper vibe and is geared more toward single people or people who don't have children. "That's not too far away." My new place is closer to hers.
"What's it like being a judge?"
I could tell her about my nerves and how the case she testified on is my first case, but I don't. I take a sip of wine before I answer.
"It's very rewarding. It's nice to be in control most of the time."
She smiles at me and takes a sip of wine, too. "You're very young to be a judge."
I've heard that a thousand times already, but I'm not offended.
"It's been a hard, fast climb." My double entendre gets me a raised eyebrow and a toast from across the table. "Tell me about why you got into firefighting. I'm assuming you worked your way up to investigator."
"I enrolled in my high school's fire-science program and fell in love with it. There's so much science to fighting fires, and nothing beats the high of beating one or figuring out how it started."
"Nothing beats the high?"
"I have the utmost respect for powerful things. Fire, science, women, the law." She gently moves her plate to the side and leans forward to give me all her attention. "They all give me a high for different reasons."
Her phone beeps and she checks the message that pops up. I watch her eyebrows jump and her lips press together tightly. Her news isn't welcome. I pour myself more wine. She waves off the invitation for more.
"What were your plans tonight? Before you invited me over."
She gently swirls the small amount of wine in the bottom of her glass. She is graceful, gentle, but I know she's capable of the roughness I need.
"Take a nice hot bubble bath and go over notes from today."
She stands and walks over to me. "Come with me." I reach for her hand, excited for what she has in store for me. She pulls me into the bathroom and plugs the bathtub before turning on the water. "Do you like it hot?"
"I like everything hot."
Her brown eyes bore into mine. "Tell me if you want it hotter."
I reach in front of her and put my fingers under the stream.
"This is good." The thought of a bubble bath with her wasn't in my head at all, but visions of us in my jacuzzi tub make my pussy clench with anticipation.
I add a few drops of a vanilla and brown sugar soak. The water bubbles up. I feel her fingers searching for the pull of my zipper.
She finds it and draws it down. I step out of the dress as it pools to the floor. I'm naked and she's dressed. She helps me into the water, and chills pop out all over me as my skin adjusts to the heat.
My nipples are painfully hard, and the goose bumps only increase my discomfort. I throw my hair up in a bun. The movement makes my breasts thrust out. She makes a noise that resembles a sigh and a growl. It takes me a few moments to slip down into the water. I smile as the small bubbles cover my thighs and rest just under my breasts.
"You're amazing," she says. She doesn't take off her clothes but crouches beside the tub.
I lean back as the water rises to my back. "Thank you." I find myself slightly embarrassed as she looks me over under the stark bathroom light. She notices my wince at the brightness and lights several candles on the side of the tub. She flips off the overhead lights, and I smile at the instant, sexy ambiance of the room with a low, flickering glow.
She dips her hand in the water and runs her fingertips over my breasts. My eyes flutter shut at her touch. I'm surprised that I respond even though I'm exhausted. Her fingers flutter between my legs, and my knees fall open as I greedily accept her attention. Through slitted eyes, I see that her rolled-up shirt sleeve is getting wet. She finds my loofah and lathers it with a jasmine soap she locates in the caddy by the tub. She smiles at the scent, so I know she likes it. I file that discovery away in case we have another night like this one. She carefully bathes me. It's nice. I close my eyes and enjoy the path her hand takes. She washes my entire body, slowly, sensually.
I open my eyes when I hear the water drip off the loofah as she drapes the loop over the faucet and close them again when I feel her hand between my legs. She finds my clit and rubs it softly. The water ripples against my body as her hand picks up speed. I push my knees against the tub and wait as my orgasm builds. I open my eyes and watch little specks of water splash on her white shirt and her mouth slightly open when I start moaning my approval. Even though I'm sore and my clit is raw, I still come for her. After every orgasm I want to be fucked, and this time is no different.
"Where's my present?"
A look of surprise replaces her unguarded lust, and she crawls over to the gift bag she's left in here for me. I take the dildo from the bag and slip it under the water. She leans back against the wall and watches me. One of her knees is bent. She drapes her forearm across it as though she's completely relaxed, but I can feel her tense energy from here. I moan when the shaft pushes through my tightness. She moans, too. My knees are still raw from yesterday, and the soap stings my skin, but the soft non-slip mat in the bottom gives me some cushion. I kneel and, once it's completely inside me, grab the sides of the tub as the pleasure washes over me. She pulls the other knee up and wraps her arms around both legs. I can tell she likes watching me, so I give her a show. I run my hands over my breasts and squeeze my nipples so hard that I gasp. Her entire body twitches, but she stays where she is. I rock my hips and, every so often, slide off my new toy. My moans grow louder every time I slide it back in.
"Touch yourself," I say.
She doesn't hesitate and slides her pants off. She spreads herself so I can watch.
"You stopped," she says.
I am frozen watching her. She licks her forefinger and brings it down to her clit. I watch as she flicks it quickly and efficiently. She wants to come. "Wait for me." My voice is raspy, but I can't find the energy to clear it. I want to taste her. I want to be the one to make her come, but I'm thirty seconds from another orgasm, and I'm selfish. I pull the cock from the bathtub and sit along the edge of the tub with my legs spread. There isn't much room, and bottles of expensive shampoos and soaps splash into the water, but I don't care.
"Yes." She's loud, so I know she's close.
"Stop."
Her hand stops and she leans forward to catch her breath. Her eyes drift down to watch as I rub the head up and down until I'm relaxed enough to push it inside. I moan and pull it out.
"Fuck." She breathes the word out, and it's sexy.
I put one leg up on the side of the tub and do it again. It's not comfortable at this angle, but seeing how Lisa is so affected by watching me, I keep doing it. She touches herself again. I hold the shaft inside me and mirror her movements against my own clit until she comes. She is quiet but jerks several times and leans heavily against the wall, gasping for breath. A short laugh escapes her lips.
"Wow."
"Come here," I say.
She pulls up her pants with haste and walks the two steps over to me. She takes the dildo from my hand and motions for me to get back into the water. I slide down and keep my knees apart and wait.
"Just when I think you can't get any sexier," she says.
I guide the dildo between my legs, and she pushes it into me.
The water splashes over the sides, but I don't care. I arch my back into her thrusts and am overwhelmed again with how wonderful this feels. I don't want to come. I want to be selfish and make her fuck me longer, but my body betrays me, and my orgasm crashes down. I don't realize she's holding me up until I feel her long fingers pressing into my shoulder, steadying me. I plant both feet on the tub floor, and she releases me once she knows I'm not going to slip under. The water sloshes from my trembling body. I'm so tired.
She straightens her clothes and blots the floor with a towel.
She kneels again after the floor is dry and kisses me. "I have to go. Thank you for an incredible evening. Enjoy the bath."
I run my fingers over her smooth, flushed cheek. "Thank you for accepting my invitation."
"Thank you for being so God damn sexy, Jennie. I'll lock the door on my way out."
