"So, Miss Hutchins, what experience do you have?"
She fidgeted in her chair.
"None," she said, "but I'll work hard and I'm a quick learner."
"Yes, you said that in your resume" I replied.
No response.
"Alright, why should I hire you?" I asked.
"I... I don't know."
"Take your time. There's no hurry."
She paused for a minute.
"I'll work for minimum wage," she said.
Her sharp green eyes met mine, and a hint of a grin swept across her face as she averted her gaze.
"Deal," I joked.
She laughed. A small drop of perspiration dripped onto her shoulder.
"Look, you seem like a nice girl, so I'll give you a trial."
"You will?"
"Yes. Two weeks. If you prove you are capable, I'll hire you full time."
"Thank you so much, Mr Edwards," she exclaimed.
"I'll see you at nine in the morning. Don't be late."
I shook her hand and watched as she strutted out of my small office.
That evening, I was cooking dinner when I heard my wife, Sarah, come through the door.
"How was your day, honey?" she asked
"Good. I hired my new secretary," I replied.
"That's good."
She walked into the kitchen to give me a hug, sensing that I was tired. I looked at her, and as they inevitably did, my eyes moved down. The reason for this was simple. My wife had what could be referred to as huge breasts.
I embraced her tightly, feeling the soft, firm flesh against me. She pulled away, to my disappointment, but then started to slowly dance.
My eyes took in every curve as she backed slowly away, dark hair swaying softly. I heard dinner burning, but there was no way I would look away from this show.
Her breasts swayed pendulously, as if trying to hypnotise me.
Sarah began to slowly pull the bottom of her shirt up, just far enough to show her braless state.
"You want this?" she purred.
I only nodded.
Her hands pulled the bottom of her shirt up the slopes. I saw pink.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I walked towards her, but she puts both hands out to stop me. The top fell back down.
I backed away. Her hands retraced their steps.
As the bottom of her shirt lifted the mountains of flesh, I held my breath.
My hand snaked its way into my pants. She lifted the shirt ever higher, taking her breasts with it. Finally, they dropped. They bounced and shook in an incredible display of motion.
Then, they were still. They jutted out, in an unwitting mimicry of my penis, which was by then also free.
Sarah pulled her shirt over her head, causing them to jiggle. Her hand caught one in motion.
She gave me a devilish look.
Just the anticipation of what was coming caused me to burst. I moaned as I came on the floor between us.
"Look at the mess you've made, you naughty boy," she said.
I watched in silence, waiting.
She slowly lifted her breast to her mouth, and stared straight into my eyes as she began sucking on her erect nipple.
Her free hand gestured me over.
I obeyed. She removed the nipple from her mouth.
"It seems I can't suck both at the same time."
She lifted her other breast invitingly.
