The Intruder
Unknown
Chapter 1
Jessie sighed as she closed the text at last. She took off her glasses and rubbed her tired eyes, then stood up, yawning and stretching in her chair. She was beginning to think maybe she'd been wrong to choose law as a major. Long years of long hours awaited and she wasn't sure she was up to it.
Instead of going to Europe with her family, for example, she was here alone in their huge summer home, alone for a few days anyway, until she began her summer law clerking job in the city. What she wouldn't give to be alone out here for the rest of the summer, just relaxing.
She plucked a tissue out of its box and wiped her thin, wire framed aviator style glasses, then put them back on her nose. What else could she, daughter of William Winston the Fourth do, anyway? Her family practically bred lawyers, had for centuries.
She would be the first woman though and surely that was something to be proud of. She pulled her sweatshirt up and off, then skimmed out of her pants, tossing them in the laundry hamper.
She hesitated, then slid her panties off, undid her bra and tossed both in with the sweat suit. The house was empty, after all. She padded naked down the hail to the bathroom, pausing by a large mirror and turning to examine herself.
She was a tall young woman, lithe, slender, athletic, as she should be as Captain of the school's track and field, volleyball and swim teams. She had short hair because of that, not wanting it in her way when she moved around quickly. It was straight, very light blonde and somewhat boyish, just over her ears on the sides and touching her collar in back. She did have long bangs though, which she brushed across to the right.
She held her right leg out straight and raised it off the floor, smiling. She had great legs, everyone said so, legs that went on forever, long and shapely and unblemished, perfectly formed and tapering evenly to her ankles.
Rest of you ain't bad either, she said to herself, her hands cupping her high, full, firm breasts. She turned sideways to admire her profile, then turned her behind to the mirror, slapping her ass with a smile. Her buttocks were nicely rounded yet not plump or oversized.
She padded down the hall to the bathroom and began brushing her teeth, her perfect, white teeth, she thought, turning glum. What good was a body like this when you had no damned time to make use of it in the way it was made.
Slut, she thought, giggling a little in amusement. She washed out her mouth and sighed as she saw her reflection. Her face was oval and soft, too soft for someone who wanted to be a cutthroat lawyer. She had a small snub nose and round green eyes, again, not the piercing, angry eyes to sway or intimidate opponents.