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Chapter 2 by gscmar64 gscmar64

Who's that showing up on your doorstep?

My Barrister

I looked through the little peephole in the door where there was a distorted view of a man dressed in a three piece suit. He was just standing there as if we had an appointment. Without even thinking about how I was dressed, I opened the door and was surprised to see Henry, our family barrister standing there.

His eyes were wide and if I wasn’t mistaken he actually swallowed something. But he never took his eyes off the opening of my nightgown.

“I’m sorry Emma, but I tried to call you all day yesterday and couldn’t get through, so I took a chance to come over and discuss your testimony in the Helmut case!”

Now things came back to my memory. I was to be called in a court case when one Herman Helmut was accused of defrauding a bank that I used to work at out of a few thousand Euros.

Once more as if this was natural, “Of course Henry, come in, would you like some coffee?”

As I turned to return to the kitchen, I could feel his eyes all over my back. I barely heard him, “If it’s no trouble, I take it with double cream, er that is milk if you don’t mind!”

I couldn’t believe it was I actually making Henry nervous to be here with me. Was Henry imagining what my breasts looked like out of the nightgown?

I poured a cup for him, adding two pours of milk and a spoon to stir it with before I took it to him in the living room. Henry was seated on the end of the couch closest to the door, so he could watch me come out of the kitchen and walk over to him.

Once more I thought his eyes were trying to bore a path through my nightgown as I handed him his cup of coffee. Henry stirred in the milk and placed the spoon on our coffee table when he was through using it. I was about to tell him that I was going to go change when he took a sip of the coffee, which he accidentally spit over my breasts.

“Oh Emma, I’m so sorry!”

Henry went to set the cup of coffee down on the coffee table as he tried to get his handkerchief out. But somehow he spilt more of his coffee over my breast and lap. As shocked as he was, it wasn’t as shocked as I was when he reached over and began to rub my breasts and crotch through my nightgown!

Aroused

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