He thought the interview had gone well so far. He really needed this job and knock on wood, he thought he'd done about as well as he ever had in a one on one interview. And this despite the fact that he had spent the entire time forcing himself not to check out the woman interviewing him.
He had always been attracted to older women and truth be told, women of power- women in command. He didn't know if he had a submissive streak, he just knew that an older woman, especially one say, dressed in a tight business power suit with stockings and high heels had fueled many a masturbatory session. While he certainly fantasized about it, his fear of ridicule or worse, losing a job, had kept this fantasy a very private one.
She told him she had been interviewing all afternoon and he had ended up as the last interviewee of the day. Consequently, he was lucky enough to be met by her after she had changed for an evening out. Ms. Jones was everything he dreamed of in an employer. He guessed her to be in her late forties, perhaps even fifties, with a severe yet alluring face, accented by an elegant hairdo of bottle blonde hair with dark roots showing. Rather than the power suit of his fantasies, she was wearing a slightly more conservative but well-filled version of the classic little black dress, set off by a string of pearls about her neck. She wore black high heels of course and her stockings had a seam running up the back of the leg, a detail he loved and had noted, he hoped surreptitiously, at the onset of the interview. He hoped the formal nature of his white shirt and conservative tie, overwhelmed and hid his flush of desire upon first entering into her office.
He was just finishing a story of the work group he had led in his last job as she studied him from behind her desk. He sat ramrod straight on a red leather couch with brass studs and dark wood, the sort of furniture you'd expect to see in a British gentlemen's club. She glanced at her watch and taking her cue, he quickly wrapped up and stood up, sensing the interview was coming to a close.
"You caught me clock watching I'm afraid. Please don't take it as a negative, I've simply a lot on my plate."
She thank him for coming and paused, studying him silently until he glanced down, overwhelmed by her gaze. He blushed and looked up to see a slight smile on her face.
"Understood ma'am, no need to say anything more. Is there anything else you need to know?"
"No, I think I've got what I need." She paused once again, looking him up and down.
"Yes, thank you for coming. We'll be in touch, the usual drill. There's more than one position available so rest assured that if you don't end up with this position, it's quite possible you'd be considered for something else as well."
"Thank you, ma'am. That's good to know. And thank you very much for your time."
He walked forward and reaching across her desk, shook her outstretched hand. Nodding curtly he turned to make his exit. Just as he reached the door, her voice stopped him, "One more thing...if you don't mind."
"Yes ma'am?" He turned and stood formally, his hands clasped before him.
"Could you come over here please?" she asked. He crossed and stood before her desk. She smiled her slight smile and motioned him to the side of her desk. He moved as indicated and stood somewhat nervously as she studied him again. He waited awkwardly as she continued to gaze at him. As the silence lengthened and hung in the air, he brought his hands behind his back and nodded silently, waiting for her to speak.
And then, much to his surprise, she suddenly leaned forward and reaching up, began to feather his nipples through his shirt. He gasped, taken aback by the intrusion. It felt wonderful there was no denying that. He had always had sensitive nipples like those a girl and if he had been anywhere but a work situation, he would have given in to the pleasure almost instantaneously. As it was, he tried to resist but his nipples were hardening and pressing outward betraying him. She smiled and moved, sitting on the edge of her desk as she now pinched the hardening nubs of his nipples.
"Wha... what are you doing?" he gasped. His cock engorged quickly, stretching out and tenting obscenely against his left pants leg. She had noticed immediately of course and renewed her assault on his breasts, grinning widely now. His breathing came in gasps and he flushed as she gazed hypnotically into his eyes.
"Fuck!", he gasped, and she pinched harder. "Oh God!"
And then, just like that, it was over. She quickly sat back down and looked up at him. His chest heaved up and down, his nipples poking out against the fabric of his shirt, his cock, a snake stretched out along his trouser leg. He struggled to regain control of himself as she tsk-stsked, shaking her head.
"That's what I was afraid of. I'm sorry I don't think you're the right fit for this position."
