The Intern Interview

The Intern

I finally got a response from the counseling office at the college to my ad for an intern. As it turned out it was a lot harder to get a single response for a student to work for free for me doing data entry and returning routine phone calls. The one response I received was from a Jasmine Villalobos, who unfortunately was without a drivers license, so I was going to have to interview her over coffee at near the college. This was not a good sign. How would she ever get to or from my downtown office without reliable transportation. But unfortunately it was an "intern's market." More businesses were looking for free help than there were students willing to work for free.

We met at the Starbucks across the street from the college and I scanned around looking for my prospective intern. She told me she was Filipino, short and 22. As I looked around I saw a young woman in t-shirt and knee length gym shorts sitting quietly but confidently at one of the tables. She had short page-boy style hair and big glasses. She was cute, but a little chubby, but not so heavy that any reasonably kind person would call her fat. But she looked like a shy geek: a wallflower. What could this girl, who didn't have the good sense to wear business dress to an interview do for my p.r. business?

"Hi, are you Jasmine? I'm Joseph," I said as I approached.

"Uh huh," she answered.

"Can I buy you a coffee?"

"Sure," she answered noncommittally. I got her order, smiled and turned to place our orders at the counter. Hopefully this will go quick.

I returned to the table with your drinks and sat. "So did you bring a resume with you, Jasmine?"

"No, I didn't think that was necessary for this."

"In the future, you'll want to consider that. It will let people know a little bit about your background."

"Uh okay," she mumbled.

"So tell me, why are you interested in an internship in an office?" I probed, wanting to give her a chance and in the back of my mind knowing that I had few options for the unpaid position.

"I don't know," she said, looking through her glasses and bangs. "It's a good way to meet people."

"Oh? How's that? What kind of people are you looking to meet at my office. We mostly work with small business owners. Are you looking for connections for future employment?" My interest was piqued a bit. Perhaps she had some ambition and career plans.

"No. Not really. I like meeting men who have jobs. I don't really want an internship," she said a little more forcefully than anything she'd said before. I blanched at her admission. She continued with a sly smile on her face, "Are you married?"

"Yes, Jasmine, I am." Where was this going? I wondered. "What is this all about? What are we doing here if you don't want a job?"

"I want to see it," she declared.

"See what?"

"Your cock," she whispered so quietly I wasn't sure if I could hear her. I looked at her mouth as she whispered it again, reading her lips. "I want to see your cock."

"I'm sorry, miss, I don't think that's appropriate." And even though I knew my statement was true, I wondered if there was a way I could give her what she wanted. Where could we go?

But I also worried that this was some sort of trap. Some type of sexual harassment sting.

"I haven't seen one in person in two years," she said. "Can we go somewhere and you show it to me?"

I stared into her eyes. Her geeky look became softened and a little bit more sexy. There was sincerity in her eyes, although I wondered why me.

"Please," she mouthed.

"Where do you want to go?" Suddenly, instead of feeling like an influential businessman, I was a terrified college student afraid of saying the wrong thing and screwing it up.

"I don't know. Take me somewhere."

There was a large city park nearby, complete with zoo and golf course. "Do you mind if we drive," I was embarrassed to ask. The truth is that if she was my friend ... or sister ... or daughter ... I'd tell her not to get in the car with a strange man she just met. I secretly hoped she'd be smart and say "no."

"Okay," she smirked. She was a risk taker, or perhaps I was in trouble. Would I be followed and robbed? Was this a terrible mistake on my part?

We walked out to my car and got in. She looked over at me. "I can't wait to see it." My pants suddenly got tighter. My dick was now doubled over uncomfortably in my pants. I wanted to straighten it out, but was worried that I would be crossing a line.

We drove through the park looking for a quiet spot to park. The areas around the zoo were filled with mothers taking their pre-school aged children out for the day. "We don't want to get into trouble," she said flatly. She was for real, I decided.

I knew a dead end over by the 4th hole of the golf course. I drove over down the road and found a spot with no surrounding cars. The only people who would see us here would either be lost drivers unaware of the dead end, or golfers every 20 minutes.

"Can I see it now?" she asked. Looking expectantly at my crotch.

I loosened my belt, opened my fly and pulled out my seven and a half inch penis, rock hard and inflamed. This was it. I was exposing myself to a young woman half my age, at her request. And not once had I thought of what my wife would think.

Jasmine reached over and touched my cock, with just two fingers, petting it rather than stroking. My hips lurched up instinctual at her touch.

I scanned the surrounding street and the adjacent fairway. Two golfers were coming along, after their balls, just 25 feet from us. I reached into my back seat and grabbed an old black t-shirt covering up both her hand and my prick. She looked in me in the eye and her gentle petting became a more vigorous hand job as her small hand wrapped around my hidden cock.

"I really like your cock," she said, emphasizing that final word. "I've missed having a cock to play with." She looked blissful now. How could a coed, even one as nerdy as she, be wanting for a cock to play with. There were millions of men who die to be where I was right now.

The golfers had moved on up the fairway and I lifted the t-shirt revealing her hand sliding up and down my engorged rod. "I thought you only wanted to see it," I teased.

"Okay," she said disappointedly, removing her hand from me. Shit! I'd said the wrong thing and it was now over.

"No, it's okay, I was just surprised that this what was going to happen. I didn't expect this. Do whatever you want with it," I said, trying not to sound pathetic in my desire to be touched.

"Anything," she said quietly, and her hand returned to my dick, and she began stroking again. I looked at her wondering what she was thinking at that moment. The blissful look returned to her face and she was no longer the geeky shy girl in my eyes. Instead she was a beautiful island girl with bright eyes, apple cheeks and thick pouty lips, that I longed to taste. She didn't wear a bit of makeup that I could tell, but she was the sexiest tart I'd seen in a very long time.

"You're sexy, Jasmine," I said.

"No. I'm not," she said flatly, as she continued to eye my cock hungrily as she stroked it. I was no leaking freely and she used my pre-cum to lubricate her hand job. Did she have no clue what a goddess she was right now? How lucky a man I was to have this sweet girl admiring my manhood.

With her hand wet with my juice she lifted a finger to her mouth and tasted it. "Mmmm," she moaned.

"Do you want to suck my cock, sweetie?" I asked and without responding she leaned over and gently sucked on the head of my rod. I scanned around us again, suddenly aware of where we were in the middle of the public park at 3:30 in the afternoon.

She sucked on the head of my cock more still holding onto the shaft with one hand, elongating the head. She released my cock from between her fleshy lips and it popped out. And then she began kissing along the underside, gently sucking each inch of my dick as she worked her way to the bottom, until she finally reached my balls and sucked on each one into her mouth, manipulating each inside her soft mouth. My wife had never sucked on my balls before and I didn't imagine that it could feel so wonderful.

As she continued to suck on my balls she began stroking me again. The feeling was incredible and I knew right now that I could cum if I chose to. But I wanted more and I didn't know how she'd reach to my shooting off all over her face and hair.

My balls were released from her mouth. "I really like your cock," she said again. (Was she for real?) And then she plunged her mouth onto me, running her lips up and down my shaft. She was hungry for it, and I wanted to see what else she would go for. I grabbed her head and started thrusting into her mouth as I pushed her down onto my cock, not quite choking her but definitely fucking her mouth at my pace. After almost a minute of furiously fucking her face I released her head. She lifted herself from my dick and looked at me, her lips swollen. She didn't say a thing and then returned to sucking me.

I took my hand and finally reached out to touch her, sliding down her back and onto her tight round ass. I squeezed one of her cheeks and then rubbed her crotch through her shorts. She moaned on my cock as she continued to stroke it into her wet mouth.

I knew I was going to blow soon and wanted to give her some pleasure too before it was over. I moved my hand inside of her shorts and under her panties along the crack of her ass. But she released my rod from her mouth and curtly said, "no." I pulled my hand away, not sure why she didn't want me to rub her pussy.

"I want to see you cum," she said, sitting up. I looked around again and noticed an elderly couple walking up the sidewalk from us in the opposite direction. Clearly they had passed by us and in my urgency to fuck this sweet girls face I hadn't noticed. What had they seen?

"Will you let me see you cum?" she repeated. I took my cock in my hand, happy to satisfy the curiosity of this girl. I stroked my cock hard. Looking in her eyes to see her reaction. Frantically I jerked at my dick, my legs tensed (as much as they could cramped into the front seat of my car), and I knew it was very soon. I was trying to hold off as long as I could to show this girl an impressive load, but one quick drop appeared on the tip and as I continued to stroke it was flung off and onto my arm.

Suddenly she wrapped her hand around mine and covered my cock head with her mouth. With her sucking on me once again, I finally released my load filling her mouth. She nursed at my dick sucking as I continued to spurt into her. My orgasm finally slowed down and not a drop leaked from her mouth.

She sat up and looked at me. "It's been two years, you know. Thank you." She saw the drop of cum that had flung onto my arm and picked it up with her finger and licked it off.

I was speechless.

"I really like your cock," she said, adjusting her glasses.

"Jasmine, do you want to meet again?" I asked hopeful for more, perhaps finally to give her pleasure.

"No, that's okay. I got a job interview with someone else tomorrow."