Lawyers and Passionate Sex

At 8am this morning Gay Boss and I went to see the solicitor and his associate concerning the recent accusation from Old Prick. I met the solicitor once before at the last Christmas party. He reminded me of a sweet old leprechaun, extremely Irish and festively wearing green. He had a great sense of humour and I was looking forward to seeing him again. The associate apparently is in the process taking over our account as Irish is on the verge of retirement.

We were greeted warmly by Irish but as I turned to meet his associate I nearly collapsed...

I don't normally write about my personal life as this blog is dedicated to my work place but I think a little background information would explain my reaction.

I was 18 when I lost my virginity. I had just moved to university when I met him. I accidentally bumped into him outside the library. Or he bumped into me. I can't remember how it happened I just remember his eyes. They were the most intense eyes I had ever seen. I could feel them piercing into mine before they travelled down the length of my body mentally undressing me.

He was serious and arrogant but he had an extremely strong sexual pull, not just with me but with pretty much every girl around him. Girls shamelessly looked at him with adoration. It felt good to be seen with him.

Two weeks later, after lots of passionate kissing and lots of dates to various bars he undressed me for real. I remember his expert hands were everywhere. Touching, teasing, kneading. He drove me wild with his mouth. Kissing, biting, his hot breath on every inch of my body. It hurt when he finally entered me. But I didn't want him to slow down. I loved how hungry and passionate he was. I loved it when he looked into my eyes with intense lust....

He walked me home that night. We stopped every few yards to kiss. When we had finally got to my door we were practically pulling of each others clothes. We spent the night touching, kissing and making love.

When I woke up the next morning he was gone. He left a note on my desk simply saying: "You are beautiful and last night was amazing". I never saw him again. I tried to call but he never answered.

He shook my hand professionally and leaned forward and kissed my cheek. The imprint of his lips burned into my cheek and I struggled to keep control of the situation. His eyes, still intense, slowly travelled down my body. I felt naked and I desperately fought the urge to cross my arms.

I needed to calm down and stay focused so I excused myself and asked to use the bathroom. I practically ran down the corridor pushed open the heavy door and locked myself in. I stared at my reflection. I didn't look too bad. Hair and make-up were still in place. It was just the flushed cheeks and the crazy look in my eyes that needed to be sorted out.

I stood by the opened window and reached into my bag for my emergency cigarette. It had been there for over 7 months so it was slightly squashed but it definitely did the job. A few pulls and I felt so calm. I couldn't smoke the rest, my head started spinning with shock from the rare nicotine buzz. I flushed the remainder down the toilet and walked back to the office.

I don't know how I managed to get through the next couple of hours. I remained professional even though inside I was dying to scream out and demand responses to so many unanswered questions. I wasn't really listening to most of the conversation. I nodded when I thought it was appropriate and only spoke if I was asked a direct question.

He walked me back to the lobby while Gay Boss and Irish went over some last details. Every time he accidentally touched me I felt jolts of electricity run through me. We stopped by the door and he smiled and asked if I was seeing anybody. What an arrogant asshole! It took all of my effort not to slap him for acting so normal. I smiled back and kissed him lightly on the lips and whispered, "Take care". I walked out of the door without looking back.

I think I handled that very well.