The Ravishing Ms. Harlow: Sultry Seattle Attorney Hooks California Stud 🔥
Under the relentless Seattle drizzle, Vivian Harlow gripped the wheel of her sleek black Audi, weaving through rain-slicked streets toward the ferry terminal. At 44, she ruled the cutthroat world of real estate law like a queen, her sharp mind and sharper tongue dismantling opponents in boardrooms. But today, her thoughts weren’t on closing deals. They wandered to the young man she’d agreed to host—her old sorority sister’s boy from sun-drenched LA, crashing her waterfront condo while tackling his master’s in sustainable urbanism at the university. What was I thinking? she mused, a sly heat stirring low in her belly.
Isabella had begged last week: “Viv, he’s got this last-minute spot. No dorms open. You’re right by campus.” Vivian could’ve said no. Should’ve. But Isabella’s tales of her son’s chiseled looks—tall, lean, sun-kissed—had painted a picture too tempting to ignore. Now, as gray skies wept, Vivian parked and dashed under her umbrella, spotting him instantly amid the ferry crowd. Tyler Kane, 23, towered over the locals with messy dark waves, ocean-blue eyes, and a gym-honed frame that screamed beach volleyball god.
“Tyler!” Her voice cut through the downpour.
He turned, flashing a grin that hit like summer lightning. “Ms. Harlow? Damn, you’re… uh, way cooler than the pics Mom showed.”
They hugged quick—too quick—his damp hoodie pressing against her silk blouse, the faint scent of salt and citrus from his skin invading her senses. Christ, he smelled like forbidden vacation. Her full C-cups squished against his chest, nipples perking traitorously under the wet fabric. She pulled back, laughing it off. “Call me Vivian. Let’s blow this ferry and get you dry.”
In the car, heat blasting, conversation flowed easy. Tyler raved about escaping LA smog for Seattle’s green vibes. Vivian shared war stories from suing greedy developers, her red lips curving around words like “cock-sucking liars.” He laughed, deep and throaty, eyes flicking to her crossed legs in sheer stockings. Down, boy, she thought, catching his glance. But her pussy clenched anyway, imagining those strong hands hiking her pencil skirt.
Her condo overlooked Puget Sound, all floor-to-ceiling glass, minimalist whites, and plush leather. Rain pattered like impatient fingers as she showed him around. “Your room’s got its own bath. Fridge is stocked—help yourself. I’m buried in briefs tonight.”
“This place is insane,” Tyler said, dropping his duffel. His gaze lingered on her hips swaying in heels. “Thanks, Vivian. Owe you big.”
She winked. “We’ll settle up later.” Door clicked shut upstairs. Alone in her office nook, Vivian exhaled sharp. Jump to Chapter 2 Her black lace thong was soaked—not from rain. Laptop forgotten, she pictured Tyler stripping, water beading on taut abs, cock thickening as he stroked to thoughts of her. Fuck. She needed this.
Chapter 1: Rainy Arrival and Simmering Sparks 💋
Tyler unpacked, heart pounding from the hug. Vivian was a knockout—petite firecracker at five-four, raven hair in loose waves, olive skin glowing like aged whiskey. Those emerald eyes promised sin, full lips begging to be bruised. And her body? Curves for days: juicy ass stretching her skirt, tits straining buttons. Mom’s old college buddy? More like walking porn. He flopped on the king bed overlooking the stormy sound, jeans tenting. Behave, dude.
Downstairs, Vivian poured merlot, the tart warmth hitting her tongue. Phone buzzed—Chloe, her paralegal cousin: “Depositions tanked again. That slimeball Keller delayed witness three. Fuming?” Vivian smirked. “Handled it. Picking up houseguest now. Lay off the MILF jokes.” Chloe cackled. “Sure, cuz. But if he’s cute…” Vivian hung up, thighs rubbing. Pressure from the Keller merger was brutal, her go-to stress fuck on hold. Now this Adonis under her roof?
Tyler showered first, steam fogging mirrors. Suds trailed down his veined forearms, over ripped pecs, past the V dipping to his eight-inch beast. Half-hard already. He soaped it slow, envisioning Vivian bursting in, dropping to knees on marble tile. “Let me taste that young cock, baby,” she’d purr, plump lips stretching wide, throat gulping him deep. Gagging wetly, mascara running, tits bouncing free from her bra. He’d fist her hair, fucking her face till tears streamed. Close—too close. He stroked faster, cum erupting in thick ropes against the glass. Groaning her name soft. “Vivian… fuck.”
Wiping down, he tugged on sweats, cock still twitching. Kitchen light spilled warm. Vivian leaned on granite, robe hugging every dip—deep blue satin, barely tied, cleavage a shadowed valley. Bare feet, red toes curling. Smell of garlic and herbs wafted.
“Pasta?” she asked, stirring.
“Starving.” He sat close, knees brushing. Dinner chat veered flirty: her wild law tales, his surf stories. Wine loosened tongues. Her laugh vibrated low, sending zings to his balls. Under the table, her foot nudged his calf—accidental? Nah. Spark city.
Dishes done, they crashed on the sectional. Rain lashed windows like whips. Netflix queued, but eyes locked more than screen. “Cold here?” she teased, scooting nearer. Her hand grazed his thigh. Electric.
“Freezing,” he lied, pulse hammering. “But you’re warming it up.”
She bit her lip. “Naughty boy.” Pulled back teasing. Nightcap poured, lights dimmed. Tension thick as fog.
Chapter 2: Solo Sessions and Forbidden Fantasies
Vivian bolted upstairs post-wine, locking her door. Robe shed, mirror reflecting her naked glory: heavy tits with dark rosy peaks, trimmed black bush glistening. Hitachi wand hummed alive. She sprawled on Egyptian cotton, legs splayed wide. Tyler’s turn now.
Vibrator kissed her swollen clit, buzz jolting like lightning. Picture it: sneaking to his room at midnight, sliding nude between sheets. Him stirring groggy. “Vivian? Shit—” She’d straddle his face, grinding sopping folds on his mouth. “Lick my hot lawyer cunt, Tyler. Taste how wet you make me.” Tongue delving deep, lapping nectar sweet as sin. She’d ride his nose, tits heaving, then spin to sixty-nine. Sucking his fat shaft sloppy, balls cupped, ass cheeks spread for his probing finger.
Moans muffled in pillow, she fucked herself ruthless—toy plunging her velvet grip, stretching walls aching for real meat. Climax crashed: body arching, juices squirting sheets, thighs quaking. “Yes, fill my pussy!” Waves ebbed; she panted, slick toy tossed aside. This kid’s wrecking me already.
Across the hall, Tyler heard faint buzz—her? Cock rock-hard again. On all fours facing his door, he jerked furious. Viv on hands-knees before him, ass high, cheeks parted. “Fuck my tight MILF hole, stud. Pound it raw.” He’d ram in balls-deep, her ring clenching like vice. Slaps echoing, her screams begging harder. Switch to her cunt, then back—double-stuffing dreams. Cum splattered abs as he roared silently.
Morning rain soft. Coffee brewed strong. Vivian in yoga pants painting every curve, tank top sheer with sweat. Tyler emerged tousled, sweats low on hips, bulge obvious. Eyes devoured.
“Sleep okay?” she purred, handing mug.
“Dreamed of you,” he blurted. Bold.
She sipped slow, tongue flicking rim. “Tell me.” But Chloe called—urgent files. “Later, hot stuff.” Gone. Tease.
New scene: University orientation. Tyler met Mia, spunky classmate with pixie cut, tattooed arms. “Seattle newbie? Let’s grab brews.” But his mind? Vivian’s ass flexing as she bent for coffee creamer. Distracted hard.
Chapter 3: Shopping Spree Turns Steamy
Afternoon free, Vivian dragged Tyler to Pike Place. Rain paused; market buzzed with fish-tossers, flower stalls assaulting senses—briny oysters, fresh bread, her perfume mixing salty air. She haggled for salmon, hips cocked commanding.
“Need winter gear,” she declared. “Can’t have California boy freezing tits off.”
Department store hummed. She pushed him into a dressing stall, holding flannels. “Try this.” Curtain half-drawn, she watched him peel shirt—abs rippling, happy trail vanishing into jeans. Throat dry, she stepped in. “Arms up.”
Close quarters. Her tits brushed his chest helping layer wool. Nipples diamonds. “Looks good,” she breathed, hand trailing pec to navel. He groaned low.
“Vivian…” Fingers hooked her waistband.
“Not here,” whisper hot on his neck. Bought pile; back home, mood electric. Laundry room scene: She bent loading washer, yoga pants camel-toed. He pressed behind, erection grinding cleft.
“Fuck, you feel that?” Tyler growled.
She pushed back, circling ass slow. “All day, baby. But Nonna’s rule: patience sweetens fruit.” Ground till she whimpered, then escaped giggling. Torture.
Evening: Thai takeout spicy as hellfire. Couch cuddle devolved—her hand “accidentally” on his crotch, squeezing steel. “Big boy.” He cupped tit bold, thumb circling peak. Kiss exploded: tongues warring wet, wine and curry flavors mingling. Hands roamed frantic.
“Upstairs,” she gasped, breaking. But phone—Keller crisis. “Fuck!” Stormed out for meeting. Tyler blue-balled, stroking again to her robe-wrapped memory.
Late night, she returned tipsy-angry. Found him gaming shirtless. “Rough day?” Straddled lap playful. “Make it better?” Grind commenced, fabric barrier torturous. Pussy lips parted his shaft through sweats. Dry-hump frenzy till mutual shudders—no release. Edging hell. 💋
Chapter 4: Boundaries Shattered in Midnight Heat 🔥
Can’t-take-it snapped at 2 a.m. Tyler padded to kitchen for water, boxers tented. Vivian there in panties-tank, ass eternal flame as she raided fridge. Moonlight silvered curves.
“Insomnia fuck-buddies?” she joked, offering cookie—chocolate melting on tongue suggestive.
He pinned her to counter, mouths crashing savage. Hands everywhere: his mauling tits, pinching nipples to yelps; hers yanking boxers, fist pumping veiny girth. Precum slicked her palm.
“Bedroom. Now.” She led by cock like leash.
Her room: king devoured. Clothes shredded. Vivian nude glory—tits pendulous perfection, ass heart-shaped handfuls, pussy puffy and dripping dew. Knees hit carpet. “My turn first.” Lips engulfed head, tongue swirling salty slit. Deepthroated expert, gag reflex myth, nose to pubes. Saliva ropes stretched as she popped off, slurping balls hairless-smooth.
“Goddamn, Vivian—your mouth’s heaven.” Fingers tangled hair, hips bucking shallow.
She hummed vibration, edging him cruel. “Not yet, stud. Eat me.” On back, thighs framing face. He dove ravenous: folds honey-sweet, clit throbbing pearl. Tongue-fucked hole, nose grinding nub, fingers crooked G-spot. She bucked wild, squirting face-flood. “Yes! Drink my cum, baby!”
Mount flipped. Cowboy Vivian: cunt swallowed cock to hilt, walls vise-grip rippling. Bounced brutal, tits slapping chin. “Fuck this MILF pussy! Harder!” Reverse, ass rippling with slams. He spanked red welts, thumb circling puckered rosebud.
“Want that ass?”
“Tomorrow. Tonight, breed me.” Missionary savage: legs ankles-by-ears, drilling cervix. Her nails raked back bloody trails. Climax duet: her walls milked ropes deep, overflowing creamy mess. Collapsed sweat-slicked, tastes mingling in lazy kiss.
Dawn tangled: round two slow-burn. Spoon fuck, his teeth on neck, hand clit-rubbing. She came whispering filth.
Chapter 5: Threesome Twist and Anal Inferno
Days blurred fuck-fest. Mornings: wakeup sixty-nine, gulping breakfast nectar. Afternoons: office quickies bent desk, her heels-on pounding. Nights: marathon positions—plow brutal, piledriver dizzying.
New conflict: Tyler’s classmate Mia crashed study session. Petite Asian firecracker, 22, curves packed tight, piercings glinting. Beers flowed; Vivian joined, silk robe loose. Flirt fest: Mia eyed Tyler’s bulge, Vivian’s cleavage.
“Room for one more?” Mia purred, hand on Vivian’s thigh.
Approval sparked. Threesome ignited: Mia’s tongue on Vivian’s clit as Tyler railed her doggy. Girl-swap sloppy: Vivian sixty-nining Mia, asses high for Tyler alternating cunts. Tastes blended—Vivian’s musk, Mia’s citrus tang.
“Anal now,” Vivian commanded. Lube slick, Mia prepped Vivian’s ring—fingers scissoring loose. Tyler mounted slow: head breaching sphincter, inching velvet tunnel. “So fucking tight!” Full-seated, balls kissing cheeks. Pumped languid then piston-rage, Mia under licking swinging sack, clit-sucking Vivian.
Dialogue crude: “Stretch my shithole, fucker!” Vivian screamed. “Cum in her guts!” Mia urged. Orgasms chained: Mia fisted first, Vivian anal-gasm squirting, Tyler flooding rectum milky backflow. Collapse heap, scents orgasmic stew—sweat, cum, pussy juice.
Post-bliss: Chloe confessed spying, joined next? But Keller case peaked—Vivian won merger, celebrating with Tyler’s cock as trophy. Life shifted: green dreams built days, nights raw pleasure reigning.
Rain cleared; Sound sparkled. Vivian traced Tyler’s jaw. “Stay forever?”
“Rules without rules,” he murmured, thrusting home anew. Endless.
Yet shadows loomed—Mia craving more, Chloe’s jealousy simmering. Next storm brewed hotter. 🔥💋
