He had been interviewing applicants for the last four hours. How hard could it be to find someone to answer the phone and set appointments? There were two more applicants yet to be interviewed, and the next one was already late.
The door opened at four. He was going to tell her thanks, but no thanks... he needed someone who was prompt. But then he saw those legs!
She had to be at least six foot tall in her bare feet and she was wearing heels. Her tight skirt hugged her round hips, stopping about six inches above her knees, revealing long, lean, tan, very shapely legs. The top three buttons on her blouse were open revealing enough cleavage to be a tease.
Her hair was the color of cherry wood and she had it tied back behind her neck. She was wearing black frame glasses that gave her a 'sexy librarian' look. It was like a picture from the pages of Playboy had come to life.
She extended her hand to him in greeting.
"Hi. I'm Sheila," she said.
"Kevin Lang," he said, returning the introduction.
Her voice was deep, husky, smooth. It reminded him of how his wife sounded while they were making love.
He sat on the edge of the desk in the lobby and indicated that she have a seat on the sofa. That was a mistake!
When she sat down, her skirt rode up. Her legs were thin and although her knees were together, her thighs didn't touch. From where he was perched, on the corner of the desk, he could see up her skirt. And damn! She wasn't wearing any panties! Then she crossed her legs, and the view became even more pronounced. He couldn't look away.
He desperately wanted to get up and move somewhere where maybe he wouldn't be able to see. But he couldn't. It wasn't like he was some inexperienced kid, but without volition he could feel his cock getting hard.
She uncrossed her legs and bent forward. Her blouse fell open and he could see her breasts. He could even see a bit of nipple just above her bra. She sat up again, her skirt high on her thighs, and he could see enough to know she shaved. It took a moment for him to realize she was holding a paper out to him.
There was no way he could cross the room to retrieve it from her. His cock was nearly fully erect, and even though he was sure she realized it, he didn't feel comfortable crossing the room with it straining against the material of his pants to get out. He held out his hand.
She stood up. That was a mistake on his part! Her skirt had ridden up to her hips. He tried to look away, but it was impossible. She pushed her skirt down, wiggling her hips in a very seductive manner.
Women openly flirted with him on a daily basis. He was used to that. Some even came on to him. But this blatant seduction was something new.
She came to him, standing so close that his knee was between her legs. She handed him her resume, then put her hand on the neckline of her blouse, running it down the open part so that his attention was drawn to her nipples protruding above her half bra. She put her other hand high on his thigh, the side of her thumb lightly touching his hard-on. She slowly began to move her thumb.
He tried desperately to control his breathing, alternately praying for someone to come in so she would step away from him, and hoping no one walked in and caught him totally turned on by a strange woman. He knew he was supposed to tell her to go away. He had a very beautiful, very sexy wife at home; he didn't want anyone else.
"As you can see, I'm very qualified," she whispered as she unhooked the top button of her blouse. "I like to stay on top of things."
"I'm sure you do," he agreed.
She placed her palm on his bulge, rubbing his cock through the material of his pants.
