My Boss's Panties

Tease and Thank you

The new year at the college is in full swing. Business is picking up, and its time to hire a few college kids as part timers. I will never understand the entitlement of college students. How does $16 an hour for a job where you literally sit down, ring up customers, and have plenty of time to study or do homework not appeal to these guys? We put up flyers in the windows, a craigslist add, and then we wait. With Julie's schedule split between a few businesses, we decided to block off half a day for interviews. We had five potential candidates lined up; they were phone screened knew what the job was about agreed to the interview. So maybe just maybe two or three would show up. Yeah, we shared an office but not a desk. My desk was an old metal teachers' desk from the 70's faded to the point where you could no longer tell if it was once avocado green or marigold yellow. Comparatively her desk was solid wood, longer than I was tall and probably belonged in the West Wing.

We both comfortably fit behind her desk, we had our notebooks out, pens ready. We took turns asking questions. Julie stuck to getting to know you type questions. I asked questions that probed common sense thinking, hypothetical what ifs, and how would you handle. I am really good and weeding out idiots and slime balls, it easy you just let them talk they will reveal themselves. We were going over the first application. Everything seemed ok. Junior at the college, worked in a supermarket, front end cashier, still employed but out of state for college. Our morning person called up letting us know he was here, and he was 10 minutes early, impressive, I told her to show him up. Tank top, and shorts just a little shorter than I am used to on a guy. I was done with him when the first thing he said was what up bro? Julie was too nice and decided to go through the interview.

We went back and forth with the guy, unfortunately he liked to talk, and he ratted himself out a few times. On my side of the desk Julie was keeping things interesting. Today was one of the rare times she dressed like she was still an exec at a fortune 500 company. A nice pencil skirt with quite a healthy slit. Cute Maryjane style dress shoes with a chunky wooden heel. A barely see through white blouse, that showed hints at what she was wearing underneath. And most curiously nylons, I have never seen her wear them before, were they thigh highs or pantyhose? I was hoping to find out. Julie spent the interview letting the skirt ride up her legs. It was moving up slowly as she opened and closed her legs. A torturous show because it was so hard to not stare and pretend to be professional.

We wrapped up the interview with a we have a few others to interview, we get back to you non-committal response. Julie walked him out. I stayed in the office. I looked at her notes from the interview and very little was written down. The ones that stood out were no, dumb, and I caught you peeking with a smiley face. She was back in the office moments later, instead of taking a seat she leaned on her desk right in front of me. It took everything I had not to run my hands up her legs. Looking at her skirt, which was at eye level with me I noticed there were three buttons between the slit and the promised land.

"So, what were you thinking about during the interview?" she asked.

I looked at her in those piercing blue eyes, smirked and said.

"I was wondering if those nylons were thigh highs or pantyhose."

I gave her a piercing stare of my own.

"And which are you hoping for?"

I retorted with "I'm just hoping to find out."

She undid one button giving me a bit more slit to work with and sat down in her chair.

"You tea.."

The phone rings again, next candidate was here 15 minutes early.

"Son of a bitch." I muttered under my breath.

This next guy was a senior at the business school. He was finishing his under grad and wanted some work experience before applying to internships over the summer. This guy was the exact opposite of the last guy. Who wears a sports coat to interview at a convenience store, what a little kiss up. I noticed Julie was doing a lot of talking but was taking notes. I glanced down from my notebook watching her slowly running the button end of her ink pen up the sides of her thighs. With one button undone the sequel show was better than the first. When it was my turn to ask questions, I would keep my eyes down in my "notebook" pretending to write notes. I did actually write a few. Very punchable face, kiss up, and you tease. This time I walked him out. I knew we were probably going to hire the little shit.

When I got back upstairs Julie broke into a fit of laughter. Very punchable face got her.

"Why would write that?" She asked.

"Because it's the absolute truth and I swear to god if you hire that little shit his nametag will just be VPF."

Now she was really laughing, giving her small but firm chest a little jiggle under that silky white blouse. This time I leaned against the desk, between the leg show and the laughing fit and the new silk boxers I had a noticeable more than semi hardon going. I hid my face behind the next application. Reading it over out loud, baiting her to make a move.

"Tease huh?" she said in a hot and throaty voice.

I could feel one finger trace over my hardening erection. I gave her no other satisfaction, while I continued reading out loud. I could now feel her whole hand on the outside of my khakis hold me against my own body. Her thumb going between the base of my shaft and lightly rubbing my balls. It was erotic and making me want more, we both knew this wouldn't be enough for either of us. Nor was there much time to escalate things. She asked if I was wearing her gift, I nodded in the affirmative. She stood from her chair, opened another button on her skirt. Then without warning she dropped my pants to the floor. There was a knock at the door. I quickly sat down in her chair to be more hidden.

Our morning person came in with the next interview. Apparently another employee was using the phone downstairs. We thanked her. Julie moved my chair closer to the one I was sitting in. The surprise intrusion was not enough to bring down the silk tent I was pitching. Julie sat with her legs even wider. Her hand occasionally caressing my turgidness, she was talking a lot with her hands this time around. So, when the candidate started speaking her hand kept finding its way back to my lap. Julie crossed her legs wide giving me a fantastic view up her skirt. It was pantyhose, they were darker at the top making it hard to tell if that's all she was wearing. I think the women we were interviewing knew something was going on. That was my only problem with her. I couldn't tell you one thing she said during the interview, I was both distracted and disinterested. Obviously, Julie walked her out this time. Julie came back in and sat in her chair, with all of me still in it. Another button undone. We were at the promised land.

It was sheer bliss when she sat on my lap. The feeling of the pantyhose and silk boxers sliding together felt almost ethereal. I told her to call up next time she whispered in my ear. She wasn't trying to get me off this time. It was a total tease, every time things would heat up, she would back it off, literally and figuratively. I told her how great her outfit was, how it accentuated her body. How great the pantyhose felt against my boxers, how she was driving me absolutely crazy. I also asked if she was wearing anything under the nylons.

"Oh, you want to find that out too? You naughty boy" She was now working me a little harder than before. I was now close to losing control. She could tell.

She got off my lap completely, tucking her shirt back in, but leaving the three buttons undone. In an authoritative tone she ordered me to get dressed and presentable. I stood pulled up my pants she helped zip, button and buckle my belt. My god this woman can tease. I hope that won't be all that she does today.

"Go chill out and get ready for the next interview. That last girl totally knew what was going on, and now we can't hire her." I went to go walk it off. I paced around in the lot behind the store, while smoking. Sure, I was frustrated, I was so close just minutes before. I think in my 45 years on this planet I had never done anything like that. I mean I had jerked off at a desk or two in my day, but to be slowly teased behind a desk by my beautiful married boss covertly while conducting an interview. It was a first.

When I got back up to the office Julie was standing there fully dressed and buttoned. My heart sank, and she definitely noticed the slight pout on my face. It caused quite the smirk on her face. She told me while we were busy playing our fourth interview was a no show, the next one could be here at any time. We will be professional and when the interview is over, we will need to have a talk. The last kid was alright, but between classes and sports his availability wasn't what we needed. I walked the guy out, and now I was getting nervous about going back upstairs. Well let's get this over with. When I got back up my chair was at my desk. Julie sat behind hers with a stern look on her face. She motioned me to the interview chair.

I sat down, I was nervous, and I was starting to sweat.

"Look you aren't in trouble...yet she said." But I think it's time you interview for your position."

She got up from her desk and sat on the edge in front of my chair. We were very close; she lifted her legs and brought it millimeters from my crotch. She with a little help from pushed me back a bit. She left her foot there; it was now that I noticed she was no longer wearing shoes. She started to play a solo game of footsies with me, her nylon clad foot lightly caressing my inner thigh.

"Tell me about yourself" Aside from the sexiness that was being portrayed, her demeanor was professional, and I should any the questions like a real job interview.

"As a retail professional, I have a real passion to make every experience a pleasure. I have a hands-on style that can both put people at ease and help them achieve incredible things." A slight smile, followed by her unbuttoning the first button on her skirt.

"Fantastic answer."

Okay, I now know the rules of this game, and I was ready to play, and I got a nice view as her skirt shifted from open in the first button.

"As a manager here, what do you think the ultimate goal of your role here is?"

"My goal here is to increase foot traffic, while simultaneously constantly growing. Day to day that I need to create an environment of excitement, while focusing whetting the appetite of my core demographic."

Another button open, her inner thigh now as visible as my excitement.

"What is your biggest weakness and strength?"

"I would say my biggest weakness is that sometimes I acquiesce to power too easily. But my biggest strength is that I can patiently wait till the right to seize control when expedient and have the staying power to get the job done." Before I finished the sentence, my hands were already unbuttoning the top button of her skirt, and my hands found their way to her shapely rear. I felt no underwear under her skirt, I pulled her to me, now straddling me in the chair.

I undid the top two buttons on her blouse, just to the tops of her breasts. I ran kiss across her décolleté, my beard sending soft shivers across her skin. My hands on her hips guiding her motion against my lap. I was quickly building her up to the point of no return, both of turned on by more than three hours of foreplay and desire. She stood up from my lap and started to take off her skirt. Seconds later I followed suit, dropping my khakis to the floor, and talking off my sports shirt. I stood there in a "beater" tank top and silk boxers. She slowly took off her blouse, throwing it to the chair behind me. I embraced her she turned us 180 degrees, so I was now next to the desk, she backed me up to it. First sitting on the edge with her standing between my legs. With her hand on my chest, she firmly pushed against my chest. I laid back on my elbows watching her fingers disappear under the hem of my boxers, then pulling them down till my erection popped up from under the waist band. She then joined me on the desk.

She was now sitting on my thighs, her hands gripping the end of desk, her legs on my torso. She placed me between her thighs and said,

"Let's see how much staying power you have." She began working me with her thighs alternating her legs up and down in a steady rhythm. I had never had a thigh job before let alone one with the silkiest pantyhose I ever felt. If we weren't in such a precarious position, I doubt I would have outlasted her. I was nearing my limit of control as I saw her arms and shoulders start to twitch from fatigue. She switched to a kneeling position once again straddling me.

"Looks like I didn't get the job done" she said with a cute pout. My turn to take the lead. I stood up taking her small frame with me as I did. I returned the favor, spinning us back around and placing her on the desk.

"Well then I guess you better let me handle it." Rather than pushing her down I just made the motion with my finger.

She laid back, I used my thumb and slowly started to tease her clit with light a tapping, followed by circular motions. She was in no mood to be teased, her legs wrapped around my waist, and she pulled me in to her. My throbbing head being pushed against her nylon clad lips. We both tried to get me to push through the nylon but it wouldn't give. Still pushing against the fabric, I redoubled my efforts with her sensitive button. She was now gasping from the frustration of wanting me inside, but knowing there is a line she won't cross, and me playing a fast tempo concerto of her small organ. It wasn't long before her body was shaking against the desk. She sat up and she pulled me close, our first kiss, deep and long, her tongue played in my mouth, then she pushed me back and return the downward point I had given her minutes earlier.

I sat back in the interview chair, her hopping off the desk. I was expecting more dry humping, but she was quickly on her knees. She took me all in at once down to the base, her tongue working my expertly, I could even feel her tongue on the top of my balls. It was sloppy but disciplined. Saliva running down my thighs. Her head started to bob up and down slowly at first, but she picked up speed steadily as she went. My head was spinning. I could feel a tingling in my toes start to move up my legs. Then I felt her thumb press against my entrance to my inner recesses.

I groaned out a low "fuuuuuuck". She brought her mouth back to the base of my shaft. I could feel rope after rope being emptied from me. She never let up. She kept going sucking my soul from me. Normally it gets too sensitive, but I was distracted by her thumb pushing past my defense, and she quickly found my prostate, a few taps later, my body convulsed, it was an orgasm like I had never experienced before, every nerve in my body lit up at the same time. I nearly passed out.

I sat there in a daze, both my mind and body blown. I didn't even notice her leave the room and come back minutes later. She was dressed again, looking no worse for wear. I was still a mess in the chair. She brought a towel, cleaned me up a little then stood behind me stroking my hair. She knew I had just seen the face of god. I slowly came back to my senses and got dressed. I could tell she was pleased with herself.

I stuttered a weak "t-thank you." It was the only thing I could think of saying. She laughed louder than I have ever heard her laugh. That brought me all the way back to reality.

"Damn boss I think my eyes rolled back so hard I could see the empty hamster wheel that is my brain." I think between the two she has never felt so accomplished.

And yeah, we hired the suckup with the very punchable face.