Dating a Lawyer: Councilman

 During a case, which went on for weeks, I had the pleasure of working with a councilman from the opposing firm. The details I can not give, once again covering my ass, a situation was upon us. If we could not come up with a solution, one would be appointed to us unjustly. For months we went over and over and over the cases. Weighed the options. Had to change outcomes for the greater good of all involved and still we had to make more adjustments, the job. By the end of it all, both sides were grateful never having to repeat that particular case. The celebratory drinks after a case, such as that, at a known favorite watering hole, did suggest there was something to celebrate however, no one felt like celebrating anything. Drinks were had. Commiserating, well played. One by one we all left the hole just as full, if not empty, as we had arrived. Far be it for me to state the obvious, justice was served to no one today and no one got to feel any part of good when it was all said and done. Days like this make it hard to do the job. When you do the job well, celebrate. You never know when you will get another. 

 Walking home that night had a calmer feel with a bit of why do we do this, vibe. I try to remember what got me into the job and what my passions had been when I was wide-eyed. I remember thinking I would be the first woman to ...or, I would be the first woman to uphold... As you know, when you get into something with stars in your eyes, someone or something will widen your human expression forever. Tonight, I believe I got a bit of that.

  On the way home, I hear someone yelling behind me, 

"Hey!!! HEY!!!?? You forgot your..." 

 it seemed to trail off. I felt like a brisk walk to my house anyway. With each step, I could feel the person in the distance gaining on me. I wasn't that far from home. The voice, was no longer in the distance, 

"Hey!!! Danger Mouse! You forgot your keys!"

  I turned around slowly, it's New York, people here are crazy. This could be any 100 proof feel good person I was at the bar with however, as I turned around, I was happily surprised. Young Councilman galloping down the street to give me my forgotten keys, how gentleman-like. When I let out a huge breath of fresh air he began to laugh and said, 

"Yeah, it's New York." 

 I thanked him for the retrieval of my keys and made mention of how courteous he had been. He brought me back to reality to say, 

"After the Dumpster Fire we had these past few months? No one deserves to have that as their end to a horrific long day." 

 We met eyes and began to heavily laugh at how poignantly accurate he was and how awful it was to think about at the same time. Then, something snapped in me to end the fairytale, how did he know where I lived? Without missing a beat, as lawyers do; they want to get to the bottom of it and work the bones. They don't want to talk about the curtains. 

"How did you know where I lived?" 

 Noticing we were standing at the stoop of my flat for a heavier amount of time than I would have enjoyed. When he laughed harder, I didn't think it was funny anymore and began to ask again when he simply said, 

"I live three houses down the block from you. I have lived here for the last 6years. I thought you might have seen me from time to time."?

  I felt like a genuine fool. The apologies were made profusely. He just laughed and reminded me of what our jobs are like daily. Worrying about everything is an occupational hazard, he said through kind eyes and warm chuckles. We stood a few moments more before he invited me to his home to show me a painting I just had to see. This painting is from a local artist who will make it big. He thinks his investment will make him rich in the long run. I know nothing of this world and humored him. 

 His flat was enormous, much bigger than my own. Councilman had relics, or so I thought. Priceless pieces of art that I couldn't identify or judge the price of. I know expensive when I see it, and this display of affection towards many avenues of art was impressive. I complimented him on his eye for beauty as well as his hunger for fine arts across the globe. Truly, I have never seen its like and, for such a young man? Councilman is proving to be a man of mystery after all. 

"Would you like some tea?, came a hallowed declaration of hospitality from the kitchen. 

"Yes, thank you. Oh! May I trouble you for some honey?" 

 The request came out of my mouth like Ruth from The Golden Girls. He laughed and reassured me he had some I would also enjoy. Walking around his home was like a museum. Knick-knacks from a different time. Forgotten pastimes corralled about, positioned as if being used on a regular. 

"This place is great(muffled from long hallways)". "What was that"? (Equal distance with more softness) "Your home is outstanding, I am in awe of how many erras are lobbed between completely different concepts, yet they make a better story by their association. 

  The kettle went off, muffling my last comment. 

"What was that? I couldn't hear you, apologies." 

 His soft demeanor didn't add up to the guy I had to work with, and he was not a fun character to work with for all these months. 

" I said," in a softer tone after the kettle stopped complaining, "Your home is lovely, like a museum." 

 I hear that from time to time, the brush-off attitude I got from him meant, we could talk about more interesting things. 

 "Show me this painting," I said with an eagerness comparable to my lack of knowledge of fine art. I have a healthy appreciation, truth be told. He was all too giddy to unveil his most prized collection piece. When I gazed upon the painting, I had to admit, I didn't understand what it was supposed to be. In a split second, we both shared our most raucous laughter yet. The painting was a sham. Councilman began telling me how he was in the park a month or so ago, and, as he began to tell this story, I saw a man who happens to be damn good at this job with a hard outer shell. I  witnessed a man who has a completely different life from his day-to-day. He looks like a typical lawyer, handsome. We sat in what I assume was a sitting room with books and a small heater that resembled a stove, possibly used in the Civil War. The night went on in good humor and good stories. Before long, it felt like it was time to retire for the day. As I began to stand, I dropped my teacup onto the carpet of some Middle Eastern gentleman, signifying something profound in his life. When it happened, he bent down after me. We looked up, and he kissed me. This Councilman, who argued, fought, shut down my every move to supply my client with the best representation, laid the kiss of the century.

 He gently caught his fingers in my hair just right and leaned in with the softest lips. Pillows. His kiss took me to a young woman's memory of being swept away by such gestures. I didn't realize he had taken the saucer and the teacup that sat upon my hand and set them down a while ago. I sat there upon his lips for what seemed like an eternity, taking in his scent. He smelled like oak wood and cognac dripping with vanilla and toast. He smelled like what I would assume, old men's club would smell like. I opened my eyes to find a Councilman giving me his full attention. There were no words. He simply stood up, asked for my hand in silence, and led me to the bedroom. Down the hall, filled with old vaudeville pictures and old family photos sculpted and adorned by some antique frame from another era we have all forgotten. He walked backwards into a room,  faced me towards the bed, stood behind me for mere seconds, drawing his fingers up and down my arms, smelling my hair, rubbing his lips across the nape of my neck. It felt like he was taking me in. His arms embraced my whole body, and I melted. I had not had an embrace like that in a long time. I don't think he had either. We stood in silence. I felt his heartbeat on my back. His nervousness was palpable. My anxiety threw a party, making my hands shake. Surprising ourselves that we would be in his bedroom today, we had kissed today and now were caressing between doorframe and bed.

  Surprisingly. Deliberately. Cautiously and slowly, Councilman lightly pecked and unbuttoned my blouse with intention. Releasing my blouse from my pencil skirt, for him, seemed effortless. I wanted to turn around and kiss him, but this was something else. This was tenderness. When the last button was set free, Councilman moved my arms towards the sides of my body, and the blue silken blouse fell towards the ground with precision. He ran his hand down my back. Goosebumps on my skin, sending fire across the hairs on my arms. My shoulders shrugged in response to his touch, also soft. I remember feeling his energy around my mid-back. His cheek swept my back from side to side. I felt the heat of his head-warming my mid-back. I felt a tug at my skirt's zipper. Deliberate, again. You could hear the teeth of the zipper crack on each tooth, hollow, metallic, accumulating breath swaddled in the eyes of a Councilman. 

 open one by one. The Councilman knelt down as the zipper descended. I heard his knees crackle when he bent down following the zipper's lead. The skirt clung to my hips lazily, awaiting permission to descend to the stained hardwood floors I'm only now noticing. Chestnut? Cherry? This grainy, red, and dark-brown flooring, saved for many decades, yet holds a strong resemblance to a time we will never see again. Strength. Family. Pride. Country. We both share a love for the law, and now, while we share this moment. 

 The councilman lightly placed his face on my assets and sighed. For the first time in ten minutes, I heard his voice. He spun me around, no longer facing the bed, and sat me down. Keeping his gaze on my eyes, Councilman took off my shoes one by one, completed his task with an introductory foot rub. The councilman's movements were purposeful, looking straight into my eyes, rising to meet my torso halfway. I still had my thigh-high black seam stockings on. Councilman reached between my legs, spreading my knees apart, never losing eye contact. He made an mmmm...sound when my legs reached their capacity. He slides his hands alongside my thighs, placing his fingers underneath my assets, motioning for me to lift my hips to take off my delicates. My heart was beating out of my chest. My breath is loud with every inhale and gaining speed. His hands discovered a texture of lace with neat inlays along the seams of my stockings. I could feel him trace the design with the tips of his fingers.  My breathing sputtered. I got a little anxious at the thought of what was coming next. I recoiled girlishly as if I were shy. The councilman kissed both my thighs in appreciation, almost as if he was thanking them, in a way. "Thank you for being my salvation today.", moving closer and closer to my Mrs.( you call your genitalia whatever you want), averting my eyes would be a shame after the fanfare he was giving me tonight, so I watched him serenade my thighs. Councilman pulled my hips towards his mouth, looked up at me to make sure I was okay with his maneuver. I caressed his cheek and chin in my hands, guiding his face towards my mrs.  

 His first kiss reminded me of the first time anyone tasted me. The fear of smelling gross, tasting gross, or just plain not liking the way I tasted was heavy on my heart then as it is now. Councilman kissed my lips. He drew his finger across them. Licking. Tasting. Lapping me up. I ran my fingers through his thick curly jet-black hair in approval, letting my head roll back. Councilman made love to her. He made sure every part of her was getting attention. Running his fingers over my lips. Sucking. Curling his tongue over my clit. Devouring my Mrs. My legs shook with violent intent. My knees buckled a few times, too, and I thought I might squeeze his head right off from the waves of worship he delivered. With his whole mouth, he had my clit wrapped around his tongue, drunk on a spell and his lips. My hips rocked on his mouth rhythmically. My hands never left his hair and face. Guiding him into my sweet spot. He'd raise my excitement, then cool me down with kisses on my thighs. Rubbing his mouth over my Mrs. I heard him moan deep in his pleasure, lapping up what he created from that kiss. "Mmmmmm..." was all that came from below the grandmother's blanket, beneath the hand-me-down comforter and linen, to the now decorative pillows could not muffle all of the intent of what that meant to the Councilman. He calmly laughed deeply as if he had found El Dorado between my thighs. His pleasure lay deep within, making me repeat the same words over and over again while creating undulated siren-like proportions that escaped my mouth while making the bed shake loudly on the wood floors. He slides his fingers inside me while sucking on my clit. I lost what composure I had left. Leaning back on my elbows on Grandma's bed, moaning in deep pleasure and appreciation for this pent-up fury. Beginning to see his ceiling from the 18th-century mouldings to color choice and texture views on how he loves history in light of its past.

 Escaping my consciousness, "You feel so good' intrusively joins existence. Councilman didn't miss the opportunity to make sure he too was enjoying himself by saying, "You taste like heaven," says the Councilman, worshipping at the Goddess's holy temple as an offering. Using the garters as paddles, he steered my legs into and out of his tongue and lips. Coucinlman lifted my hips into the air, kissing and licking my ass. He sucked and licked my asshole for the next few minutes, calling on invisible Gods in his mother's tongue, thanking them for gifting him my thighs. 

 He kept tasting heaven, enjoying the noises I made for what seemed like hours. And, when he was satisfied making me writhe on his mouth over and over again, the councilman quickly grabbed my body and sat me on his lap at the end of the bed. My legs hung over his thighs. Our heads casually crashed into one another. Breathing heavily, captured in his space. He was already inside me, pulsing. We just sat like that for a few moments, staring into the eyes of each other. Councilman leaned in, kissing me slowly and entering me more slowly and deeper into me. With my back against the bed and my hips set firmly upon his ever-growing manhood, I came, shaking and holding his face. His kiss took me to a place I had not been. With his second thrust, I couldn't help moaning in his ear, "Yes." His breathing made my breathing heavier. I matched his pace, moving my hips to his execution. 

"I'm going to cum." 

 I said, instinctually holding his pace until it began to have momentum. Rocking back and forth on his lap. My stockings ripped on one side, showing the freshly shorn legs for court this morning. The smell of my excitement and his cologne birthed a new type of scent I never knew I needed. The councilman told me in a silent room, filled with distant music and heavy breathing.

"Don't you stop cuming. I want to feel you," said the councilman, controlled and softly into the basin of his throat. 

   I came repeatedly. He held me as if this was the last time we would be on the planet together all the while having his way with me just to hear me orgasm as many times as necessary. 

 The councilman lifted me onto the bed with my left leg in his right arm. Our stomachs touched and not touched. Moments of complete silence and moments of complete extacy.