I had gone to Denver to interview a woman recommended to me by a friend. I had been told that she was just what I needed to fill a high level position in my company, but that she was happily employed. When I called her and said I wanted to meet, she was reluctant saying she wasn't looking for work, but I persisted and she agreed to meet for coffee the next morning in my hotel lobby.
When I came down in the elevator and surveyed the lobby I saw her first. She was sitting alone in one of the hotel easy chairs, reading the paper and enjoying a cup of coffee. Julia was about 5'7" wearing a black business suit and looked to be in good physical condition (black business suits make it hard to tell). She had short black hair and wore glasses. I approached from behind and said, "Excuse me, are you Julia?" She stood, smiled and held out her hand.
"Yes, I'm Julia, you must be Franklin."
We chatted for a few minutes before moving into the restaurant and seemed to hit it off quite well. Finally I brought up the job I had for her and while she did not seem overly excited, she offered a curiosity I did not expect. As we sat and talked I could not help but notice that she was gorgeous. She had an engaging smile, very bright and clear eyes and a good body. The business suit tried valiantly to hide it but I could tell her waist was small, breasts medium to large and she had the loveliest slim, long fingers I had ever seen. I love long fingers because I can picture them doing all kinds of things to me.
After about an hour she said she had to go to work and I told her I would be in town a couple of days and that she should call if she wanted to talk more. She did. At about 4 that afternoon she called to ask if I'd be interested in drinks around six or so in the hotel bar. She said she had to run home first and then stop by the Hotel.
This time I sat in the lobby and waited and almost exactly at six, she walked in. I had to do a double take. The business suit had been replaced by a just above the knee skirt and a sleeveless, form fitting shirt that revealed some excellent cleavage. Her attire was kind of quasi-business. A "let's see what happens" kind of outfit.
We found a quiet, corner booth in the bar and when I pulled myself all the way in to one side, she joined me so we were both facing out, rather than each other. The dim light cast shadows that made her even more gorgeous. When she twisted her body to reach for a drink or to find a more comfortable position, her shirt opened more, revealing a very sheer bra and a substantial amount of very nice breast.
We talked business for a long time, specifically she wanted to know more about the job I had for her. With the discussion came a couple more drinks and with the drinks came more laughter until finally her thigh was touching mine and when we talked we were only inches from each other's face, still nothing happened. I could feel the burn, though. Something was happening beyond the discussion of the job I was offering.
She excused herself for a moment to head for the ladies room and I had time to gather my wits, "What's happening here...is she coming on to me or is it my ego and the booze that makes me thinks so. Every time she moved and her shirt opened more her breasts became even more enticing. Then, she returned and sat in the same place only closer if that was possible. It was dark in that bar, but not too dark for me to notice that she had removed her bra. She was coming on to me. Not only was she braless, but one more button on her shirt had been opened. She threw her head in the air and laughed at something I said and when I looked down I could see the nipple on her left breast. I couldn't stand it any longer. I started to say something, but she interrupted.
"Look," she said, I have an early morning and I still need to think about this. I'm going to head home. Give it one more nights thought and get back to you tomorrow. Is that Ok?"
I meekly said, "Sure."
As she got up she put her right hand on my left thigh to give herself a push upwards, but when she did her hand slid upwards and came to rest on the tip of my very hard cock. There was no doubt in my mind that she knew exactly where her hand was. It lingered for a bit then she bent, exposing more breast grabbed my hand, shook it and left.
"What the fuck," I thought. She shows me her tits, grabs my pecker and leaves? What the fuck?" I was so horny after that experience I decided I needed a cold shower so I went to my room, took a long cold one, wrapped myself in the heavy terry cloth bathrobe the hotel furnished and sat at the table where I had placed my laptop. I turned it on and started to surf the porn channels on Google incognito. I typed in "busty brunette seduces new boss." I got at least two million hits.
I could not get Julia off of my mind. I had to have her. Did I have her personal cell number in my file? I could call and make up some reason I had to see her immediately. Beneath my robe my cock was throbbing. I took another shower and went to bed.
I awakened in the morning still in the bathrobe and still had a hard on. Room service brought breakfast and I began to work on some files I had brought with me, Julia always in the back of my mind. I worked for most of the day and got a lot done, but no word from Julia so I figured she wasn't interested and had my secretary at the home office book me a flight home at mid-day the next day.
At about 6 pm I began to get hungry and was about to order room service again, when there was a knock at the door. It was room service and Julia. The hotel attendant rolled a table in, uncovered it, pulled a chair out for Julia and left.
"I must say, I didn't' expect this" I said, "To what do I owe the honor?"
Julia poured some wine in my glass and then hers and said, "It is my honor," she said, "I'm your new employee. I quit my job today and if you still want me I'm yours." I took that to mean several things and raised my glass to toast her.
"I'll be damned," I said. This is a very pleasant surprise. Welcome to my company." I looked at Julia carefully, she was wearing black slacks, not loose and not tight. A standard business white shirt with the top two buttons open and a colorful silk scarf around her neck. We ate, chatted, laughed and drank. We drank all the wine the waiter had left and ordered another bottle. When he brought it, he took away the table and we moved to the couch, sitting almost far enough apart to allow for a third person.
By the time the wine bottle was almost empty we were sitting much closer and with each gesture she made she touched me somewhere...the arm, the leg, the shoulder. Somehow a third button on her shirt had been opened and her lacy black bra was now observable. Her hand now rested on my knee and I covered it with mine. Neither of us made an attempt to move. In the midst of a story she moved forward for emphasis and when she did I kissed her in mid move. She stopped cold.
"Oh," she said, "that was unexpected," and her hand crept up my leg. "I think I have to use your restroom," she giggled. I didn't' know what to do or think and then she emerged from the bathroom and walked toward me. As she did she turned the dimmer switch to dimmer and sat next to me, very close. Her hand returned to my leg, just an inch below my swelling cock. A fourth button was now open on her shirt and there was no bra. She stared at me and moved her hand up another two inches and squeezed. "Feel good?" she asked.
I wanted to explode.
