"Ok, so, Dee, I have looked over your resume...." While you talk, I get the chance to take a closer look at you. I see an attractive man, somewhat older than me, a friendly face but a rogue-ish look, for a moment earlier I thought I saw a sparkle in your eyes. You're well groomed and well dressed and have a pleasant voice. I like your hands.... I always look at hands and wonder how they would handle me, how they would feel on me..... No! This is an interview for goodness sake, plenty of time to fantasize about this man later!
You ask questions and I reply, then I ask questions and you reply, it's all very dry and business like, only I'm not so dry at all anymore and feel almost as if under hypnosis under your staring look. I wonder if you're looking at me that way because you're trying to imagine what I look like underneath my clothes.... I certainly wonder the same about you. Good thing this interview is about finished because I'm having a hard time holding on to my concentration and controlling my breath. This is crazy! I'm trying to get hired, not laid, geez! You say "Well Ms... Dee, I think that's about all I needed to know. We will call you in a day or two, thank you for stopping by." You get up and I do as well, almost hastily so, and grab my bag. We meet about half way around your desk and I extend my hand for a hand shake, and say "Thank you for your time, Mr Smith, I look forward to hearing from you."
You take my hand and squeeze it lightly, suddenly you're right in front of me, suddenly my knees are all wobbly, your eyes stare directly into mine and I feel your breath on my face. I can not control myself and offer my lips to you. Your mouth finds mine and without hesitation your tongue invades me and plays with my tongue, we unite in a deep, hungry kiss. Now our hands roam over the other's body, tearing at clothes, loosening ties and undoing buttons. Your mouth leaves mine and creates a hot trail down my neck as it makes its way into my blouse, caressing my breasts while my hands push your head into my cleavage, wanting more. Muffled grunts from you mingle with openly lustful gasps from myself, and I stumble backwards to lean on the desk so we won't fall over.
Your hands continue to remove my skirt and pantyhose, your fingers slide under the elastic of my pink panties and without warning dip into my wetness, you laugh a hoarse laugh when I moan out loud, and when you discover just how soaked I am for you. You push me onto your desk and, in a tone full of authority, instruct me to play with myself. I am so overcome with desire and completely under your spell that I obey your command, now dressed only in my pink bra and my open white blouse I lean back and allow my fingers to dip into my wetness. My legs are bent at a sharp angle and I am totally exposed to your view, fully aware of my submissiveness and vulnerability but also strangely turned on by it. My fingers work gently but efficiently, fucking myself, rubbing my swollen clit, it feels so good to know you are watching me.
