How I Met My Partner

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, Consensual, Fiction, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: The story of how I met my Dad's lawyer, who ended up becoming my partner in the Roadhouse. She was my 'silent partner' in the business, but I could make her scream quite easily, and did so whenever I got the chance.

When my Dad's lawyer called to tell me that he had passed, and that there were a number of things that needed to be settled about his estate, I decided that I would have to deal with it in person. My boss gave me no trouble about taking some time off, so I found myself on a plane heading west. Getting a rental car was no problem, and within an hour of landing I was walking into the lawyer's office.

I could see why my Dad probably liked meetings with his lawyer—her name was Amelia and she was about my age, with dark wavy hair cascading over her shoulders and what I was sure was a body to die for, although it was covered by a business suit. The sharp planes of her face and her piercing violet eyes made you want to stay fully focused on her whenever she spoke.

It took a couple of hours to go over all of the parts of his estate, and sign all the papers as she walked me through everything. She was obviously very smart and very efficient, and the whole process, while lengthy, flowed smoothly. I reflected that my Dad had been lucky to find this woman to handle his legal business.

After signing everything, and settling the money into a bank account, she offered me a drink. Everyone else had left for the day, so she went around and locked up, turning most of the lights off, then settled down on the couch in her office.

She kicked off her shoes, and took off her suit jacket. Her blouse was translucent, and I caught the pattern of lace in her bra through it every time she moved. She took a sip of her drink, and swiped a hand through her hair, tightening her blouse over her breasts, which appeared to be fairly large and quite high-set.

"So, have you thought about what you might do with the place?"

"Not a clue. Probably sell it, if it's worth anything. I've got no ties out here now that Dad's gone."

"Too bad. I've handled your Dad's legal work for a few years, and the place always impressed me as something that could make a buck if it ever found the right niche market. I think the real problem is that it's not near enough to anyplace sizable to let it be able to cater to any one type of clientele."

"I'm not quite sure that I get your meaning."

"Well, the place kind of became a hangout for bikers and rednecks, which usually meant that the cops were called out at least once a week. The real problem, though, is that there weren't enough bikers and rednecks around to really let the place make any money. It's a pretty big place, but the crowd wasn't big enough to fill it."

"And, with bikers and rednecks there, they scared off anyone else who might come to it, I suppose."

"Exactly. Families and kids didn't want to sit next to bikers, and none of the up and coming newly rich types wanted to be there. Interestingly enough, there are some other groups that would love an out of town place to go, but again the bikers scare them off."

"Now I'm curious. What other kinds of groups?"

She got up to refresh our drinks before she answered. When she came back to the couch, she leaned over me and brought her face down to mine. "The kind that wouldn't be upset to see me do this." She kissed me slowly and softly on the lips, the tip of her tongue just flicking out to touch my lower lip, then she straightened up. "Or is my radar wrong?"

I licked my lips, savouring her taste, and looked into her dark eyes. "No, your radar's not completely wrong. I'm not gay, but I do swing strongly both ways, and you are heating me up very nicely."

"Good. I haven't had a good romp in too many weeks, and you stirred me up as soon as you walked in. There's some kind of dangerous vibe to you that's making me wet."

I smiled. "That's probably because of what I used to do. I used to get paid by the government to kill people, and I'm very good at it."

Her eyes got very wide and she seemed a little nervous as she sat back down beside me. I turned to face her before I picked up the fresh drink. I brought up a hand to brush the hair out of her face then used it to cup her cheek and bring her in for another long, soft kiss. As I pulled back, I moved the hand from her face to her breast, tracing a finger around the prominent bump that her nipple was making. It grew even more prominent as I circled it a few times, then I gently squeezed it between my thumb and index finger. I released it and reached for my drink, smiling at her over the top of it. "Was that too dangerous for you?"

"Jesus ... I think you made me come when you did that. I know I'm wet."

"It's nice to know I haven't lost my touch."

"Well, you certainly know how to touch me ... where are you staying?"

I grinned at her. "Nowhere yet. I've got a car, but was planning on just finding some place once our business was done."

"St-stay with me. I've got a big empty bed and I think I'd like to wake up wrapped around you in the morning. We can get some breakfast and take a drive out to see the place in the morning ... unless you've got plans?"

I smiled at her nervousness, and reached out to put a finger under her chin. "The thought of kissing you all night long is making me wet. I'll bet you scream when you come, and I like making little girls scream." I kissed her once more, and thought about how pleasurable the experience was. "How about if we get some supper first? Eating you will be a great dessert, but not very filling, and they didn't feed me on the plane."

I kissed her on the edge of her jaw, and she shuddered for a second. A moment later she recovered, and looked into my eyes. "Damn, that time you did make me come for sure. Now I'm leaving a wet spot on this skirt. If we don't go eat we're never getting out of here because I'm going to make you bend me over this couch and fuck me 'till I pass out."

We stood up, facing each other, and I reached out to bounce her breasts on my palms for a second. They were firm and full, and I was fairly certain they were natural.

She looked at what I was doing, and lifted an eyebrow. "Checking out the merchandise? I can assure you that they're real—they started coming in when I was twelve. I didn't like them at first, but they've really helped me out in different cases since I became a lawyer."

This time it was my turn to lift an eyebrow. I paused with one of her breasts in each hand, and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"You can handle them rougher than that. I like it. All I have to do when I'm arguing a case is to take a deep breath, or pull my shoulders back, and the opposing counsel usually loses his train of thought. Gives me a distinct advantage."

I did give them a much harder squeeze, causing her to moan a little, deep in her throat. After that, I released them, and kissed her quickly. "Later. Let's get some food first, I really am starving, and I can see I'm going to need my strength to keep up with you."

She drove us to a nice little steakhouse since we both wanted protein in the form of red meat. The lighting was dim, the booths were almost private, and it meant that we could talk and laugh and occasionally touch and stroke. We sat fairly close to each other instead of across the table, and it gave me a chance to find out that she was wearing stockings and that her panties really were getting wet.

At one point, I pulled the gusset of her thin panties to one side, and slid my finger through her wet folds and across the tip of her clit. She moaned deep in her throat, and shuddered violently in another orgasm. I licked the finger that had touched her, smiling at her as I did it.

"I like the way you taste. I'm going to enjoy getting some from the source later." She closed her eyes and shuddered slightly, and I wondered if she had just come again, or whether it was just an after-shock from the previous orgasm.

She finally opened her eyes again and stared at me hungrily for a moment. "I want to take my panties off and spread my legs so you can do me right here."

I laughed a little and replied, "I'll help you take your panties off. In fact, I think we should leave them for the waiter as a tip, but I'm not going to eat you here. I think you'd make too much noise, because I think you're a screamer. And if you do take your panties off, then I'm going to tease you, and I'm going to get my fingers wet, but I probably won't let you come. I like to tease pretty girls, and bend them to my will."

I moved a hand under one of her wonderful breasts and squeezed it quite hard, using it as a grip to lean our two heads together. I licked her earlobe and bit it lightly, then asked her in a whisper, "Is that what you want? Do you want to be my toy while we're here? Do you want to get all wet and gooey and not know when you're going to come? I can guarantee that you'll be so horny that you'll let me do anything to you. You'll be ready to let me strip you and spank you in the parking lot just so that I'll let you come. Is that what you want?" I punctuated my question by releasing her breast but moving my fingers to her nipple and squeezing it very hard. I pulled my head back from her neck and looked at her face for her reaction.

She gave a sharp cry, and looked at me fearfully for a moment. I massaged her nipple very firmly, but didn't let it go and placed my other hand on her leg. As I started to slide her skirt up her fearful look got more intense. "Wh-what are you doing to me?"

I smiled, perhaps with a little hint of cruelty. "I like to be in control. When I fuck a girl, I want to be on top. I really enjoy having pretty girls like you, and you are making me very hot. Sex with me is usually very intense, but I haven't killed a lover yet. I have made a few of them pass out, but they all kept coming back for more."

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