The lovely Lillian Muller was excited about the audition. The part was unusual. She would play a lawyer, very prim and proper, very uptight. There was no sexuality to the role, in fact just the opposite. Her agent explained that the writer and director wanted an actress with a lot of sex appeal for the part because it would add 'complexity' to the character. Lillian didn't care about that; it was a good role that could help her career; it was a supporting role but it could be the kind of part that can steal a movie.
The beautiful blonde's body glowed in the pale light of the morning. She stood nude before the mirror getting dressed for the audition and touched her perfect breasts and rubbed them for a moment. Selecting a sexy, low cut black bra she slipped each luscious mound into a cup, snuggling them in the fabric that could barely contain them, and clasped it closed.
Holding her flimsy black panties up she lifted one shapely leg, then the other, and pulled the sheer garment up her thighs and covered her golden pussy. The sweet bush still could be seen through the black of the silky cloth. Then she slowly rolled up black silk stockings; she loved the way the cool silk felt as it made contact with her warm skin.
A plain black wool skirt was next, then a white silk blouse. She spent long minutes slowly buttoning up, watching her supple white skin disappear behind the pearl white silk. She left just a few buttons open so a hint of her delightful cleavage peeked out teasingly.
Lillian slipped on some sensible shoes and twirled in the mirror. She was a ideal combination of sexy and prim. The soft waves of her blonde hair bounced seductively as she spun before the glass. She puckered up and painted her lush lips bright red. In a flash of inspiration she put her long hair up in a loose bun with a few strands hanging free here or there. Finally she put on a pair of glasses. She inspected herself and thought she projected the right combination of prim librarian or kindergarten teacher and whore.
She took a cab to the midtown production offices. The friendly receptionist put her in a vacant office and explained that Lillian would be meeting the writer and, if he liked her, a audition with the director and the other actors would be arranged. She was told to look over the production designs on the desk.
Lillian sat behind the desk a little nervous and tapped her long fingers on the glass top while she waited. She glanced at the various set and costume designs; apparently this would be a very expensive production and she was anxious to be a part of it. The writer, who was also the producer, had already won an Academy Award a few years ago.
He walked through the door with an air of confidence, obviously pleased to be meeting her. In addition to his self-assurance she noticed that he was good looking and well dressed.
Stepping in front of the desk he extended a hand and introduced himself . He explained that he was merely going to talk to her about the part and get a sense of whether or not she was right for it. Then he sat down in one of the leather chairs positioned before the desk and they started to discuss the script and the character. he was very complimentary and enthusiastic about working with her. He seemed delighted with her Scandinavian accent and told her it would fit perfectly with the character she would play.
The conversation went well; she found him amusing and intelligent, keeping her interest when he talked as well as being a good listener when she spoke. At some point during their conference she moved from behind the desk to sit in the chair next to his so they could look at one of the costume designs together. They both turned slightly so that they were facing each other.
As they talked she found her mind wondering, caught it thinking about things completely unrelated to their conversation. Her eyes, behind her glasses, would occasionally drift down to his crotch and she would wonder what he had hidden in his pants. When this occurred she would silently chastise herself for such musings.
Unconsciously one of her hands roamed across her chest, lightly brushing the skin under her lovely throat. It was merely a comforting, something-to-do-with-your-hand sort of thing. The fingers lightly wiping back and forth in a small area a couple of inches above where her breasts pushed the silk forward.
Also without any conscience thought she crossed and re-crossed her legs, causing the hem of her skirt to ride up her thigh slightly; the soft wool made a whispering noise gliding across her white skin. The nervous movements of her legs tickled her pussy and she slowly became aware of a kind of gentle aching starting to grow between her tender thighs.
She willed her mind to focus on the discussion and was startled when, a few minutes later, he announced that he should be going; he explained that for security reasons she would have to read the script here in the office. He wanted her to look it over and they would meet again the next day. He handed her the pages and stood up to leave. When he did her eyes once more dropped toward his crotch where she could see the outline of a slight bulge. Suddenly she realized that he had gotten a partial hard-on while talking to her. She felt a string of tiny tingles race along her spine as she thought about this and looked at the evidence.
She quickly got to her own feet and walked him to the door, thanking him for the opportunity and expressing enthusiasm for the project. She even gave him a slight hug; she was European after all, but she didn't want to come on too strong. The part came first. But he did seem to hold her for a few seconds longer than she expected. And he did smell good.
After he left she returned to the chair in which she'd been sitting and leaned back into the warm leather and closed her eyes. Her mind was filled with his image, his good looks and charming smile. Then an image of his crotch and the semi-stiff cock under his clothes emerged as well. Again she felt the tingles run up her spine.
Reflexively she re-crossed her legs again and now she could feel the ache in her pussy growing a little stronger. Her left hand was once more lightly touching her chest, her fingers dangling downward and tracing small circles over the white silk blouse, spreading her fingertips just inches above her breast.
Closing her eyes she leaned back into the corner of the chair and allowed her mind to run free with her memory of the writer and the bulge in his crotch.
The fingers touching her upper chest slowly descended until they were tracing small circles across the top of her breast, the delicate touch of her nails sending more tingling sensations through her body. Her other hand rose up to do the same to her other breast, the two hands working in unison as they scratched her fingers across the white silk. Beneath her clothing she felt her nipples starting to harden, felt them swelling as blood raced to the nubs, felt them starting to press into the bra. She shifted slightly in the chair. As she caressed her firm breasts, the sexy black lingerie began to slide slightly, the soft, lacey material rubbing over her swelling nubs.
"Mmmm," she sighed softly at the sensation of her fingers touching her firm mounds and the rush of cool silk on her skin.
Her mind continued to fill with images of the writer as her hands glided over her breasts, sliding down further, looping around to scratch at the bottoms and across the very front of them. She imagined his cock swelling under his clothing, imagined it growing stiff and hard as he kissed her, imagined that it was his hands delicately teasing at her breasts.
Eventually her fingers pressed harder, scraping across the silk, drawing lines around her fleshy mounds. She slid the fingers down and over where her nipples, having become hard and swollen, pressed into the bra, the lacey material causing hot sparks on the sensitive flesh.
As her hands started to cup her breasts, massaging and kneading them through her blouse she slouched lower into the chair, her long legs stretching out. She opened and closed them slightly, causing the skirt to ride a little higher on her thighs. She was beginning to breath deperately: light, rapid, shallow, pants gasping through her parted lips.
