For Jade, there was no shortage of opportunities. The innocent, flirtatious wink of her eye could easily open what would otherwise remain a tightly closed door. She was never content, however, with just getting by on her looks. After 4 years of putting herself through college, she was able to back up her beauty with her well earned degree. At 25, she was primed to do anything. But after a couple weeks of sleeping in and catching up on the DVR, she was getting very comfortable with not having anything to do.
I was not as comfortable, and although I was enjoying the little surprises she would have waiting for me every day when I got home, I wasn't quite ready for her to take an early retirement. The sassy spark she once wielded without concern was starting to fade, and her David vs. Goliath attitude was slowly finding defeat in complacency. I knew that spending a little time back on the corporate battlefield would reignite her fire. Then thankfully, after a couple more weeks of a little gentle encouragement, Jade slowly began her new job search.
Her effort was minimal at best, but we both knew that for Jade, finding work wasn't going to be much of a problem. She was starting to take pleasure in her daily hunt, and I was starting to take pleasure in her renewed spirit and self confidence. She was getting excited about all the different positions she was finding and applying for, and her excitement only grew when she began to get calls and appointments for personal interviews. She was eager to share her progress with me while we were winding down from the busy day, and she would continue to fill me in on all the details as we cuddled together in bed.
Most of Jade's job interviews were either late in the morning or sometime during the afternoon. She would usually stay in bed while I got ready for work, and would insist on a kiss before I walked out of the house. When she was feeling a bit frisky, she would let the covers fall away when we kissed, teasing me with her perfect body, even though she knew I had no choice but to leave. Some mornings, after one of her little displays, I would open up the window blinds on my way out the door. As I drove away, I would imagine myself sitting in the sand, watching and waiting to catch a glimpse of her naked form while she walked around preparing for her busy day. I never got the chance to really do it, but I would get just as excited while she would tell me about the others that had.
Waiting until after I left for work before getting up to get ready, meant that I would have to wait the entire day before I could see how hot she looked while she was out interviewing. If she was done early, she would already be changed into her comfy clothes when I would get home. I did my best to make it home as early as possible so I could catch her while she was still dressed up. In the few times that I did, I was surprised with a couple of outfits that I thought were perhaps a little too "stimulating" for a job interview. I learned from experience, however, to keep those kinds of opinions to myself! Still, it made me curious about the other ensembles I may have missed that most certainly had left a lasting impact on her prospective employers. Figuring she was confident in how to make her best, first impression, I chalked up my uneasiness to one of those "age difference" moments.
One evening, though far from being ready to fall asleep, Jade and I climbed into bed to enjoy a little togetherness. I offered to give her a massage, and she accepted without hesitation. Naked, she laid on her stomach. She rested her head on a pillow and stretched her arms out to either side. I grabbed a bottle of massage oil, straddled across her legs to get the best view of her perfect ass, and began to loosen the tight muscles in her shoulders and back. She made it very clear that she was enjoying her rubdown, and after about 10 minutes I had worked my way down from her neck to her lower back. I picked up the bottle of oil again, and let it drizzle out across her cheeks, doing my best to follow the tan lines that her bikini had left behind. As I began to spread the oil around, she spoke up and started to tell me about the job interview she had that afternoon. I was all ears as I repositioned myself to begin working on her legs.
I had just left for work, and Jade was ready to crawl out of bed. She stood at the bath adjusting the water temperature for her shower, then stepped in to seek its warmth. Before the water had even made it above her waist, she heard the phone ringing out in the living room. Not wanting to miss what could be a very important call, she jumped out of the shower, ran through the house, and grabbed the phone. She answered just before the machine picked up, and tried to sound relaxed as she said "Hello". It was a Doctor's office that she had applied to for a front office/entry level tech position. They asked if she was still interested, and if she would be available for an interview at 1:00 that afternoon. She agreed to meet at the clinic, and felt a surge of energy as she hung up the phone. While she was setting up her appointment she was looking outside, and soon became lost in yet another beautiful day at the beach. She then noticed that across the street there was a black man wearing a city maintenance uniform who had stopped what he was doing, and was now staring up at the house. Jade was wondering what had grabbed his attention. Just then, the sound of the running water in the bathroom brought her back from the beach, and she realized that her naked body was the cause of his distraction. Excited by the rush from her unintended exhibition, she quickly returned to the shower to wash and shave, and then got to work on her "interview presentation".
I became rock hard as I listened to her tell me about the start of her day, and was curious about the meeting she had with the doctors. I knew that the massage was the key to keeping her talking, and as I was working on her legs, I carefully eased them apart to apply oil to her inner thighs. She let out a soft moan, and then continued with her story...
Jade made it a point to "look the part", and she dressed based on the type of job she was interviewing for. She knew she was meeting with a group of physicians. They each had their own specialty, but they shared a common clinic and front office. She got the impression they were all on the younger side, and when she submitted her resume, she noticed that the office was decorated in a coastal type theme. She decided to dress smart and comfortable, leaning more toward beach casual rather than corporate professional. She picked out a sun dress, and matched it with a pair of sandal type heels. The dress managed to display her figure, without having it cling to her skin. Sure, the neck was a little low and the skirt was a little short. But she knew she looked hot, and wasn't ashamed to use it to her advantage. The scoop neck of the top allowed for only her smallest, strapless bra, and her freshly shaved, tan legs meant that a simple, matching thong would be all she needed down below. As she stood in the mirror for final inspection, the sun beamed through the window and warmed her back. She noticed that when backlit, her dress did nothing to hide the contrast between sun and shade, and that her well toned figure would be easily seen by anyone who was looking in her direction. Remarkably, she was ready with time to spare, and she felt both sexy and confident as she headed off to her appointment.
She didn't notice my trembling hands and deep breathing when I started her foot massage, but I noticed how she began to squirm while she was re-living her day...
Soon after arriving at the clinic, Jade was shown to a conference room. She noticed that the short skirt of her dress was hitching up in the back when she walked, and she did her best to hold it down while being escorted down the hall. She was told that the doctors would be in shortly to begin the interview, and was asked to make herself comfortable while she waited. As she sat, she began to notice her surroundings. Running down the center of the room was a long, glass conference table, surrounded by eight, black leather chairs. She couldn't help but feel nervous as she mentally prepared for her group examination, and smiled at the thought that one of the duties as an "entry level tech" would probably include a bottle of Windex and a roll of paper towels to keep this large, transparent table clean. She was slowly beginning to relax just as the doctors started to file in.
There were five of them, and they introduced themselves as they sat down around her. Just as she expected, the group was young, more casual than professional, and seemed very excited to meet their newest candidate. They took turns describing their respective specialties, and detailed the expectations they would have from the person that filled their opening. As they spoke, their medical jargon was lost on her, and the only thing she caught was when she heard them tell her that the interview would have two parts; first the oral, then the hands-on. She wasn't sure if the double meaning was intentional, so she stifled her amusement and tried to re-focus while the doctors continued to probe her. They took turns asking her questions, and as she answered she did her best to look around and give the men equal attention. She became aware that while she panned from one doctor to the next, their eyes seemed to be fixed to a point through the glass table, and then followed directly to what she hoped wasn't a clear view of her panties. She kept talking as she casually pulled down the front of her dress, and became embarrassed when the men's eyes almost immediately returned to meet hers. She told them about her work experience, education, and how she felt she would be an asset to their clinic. Though she knew deep inside that she had no place working in a doctor's office, she spoke with confidence and they all seemed pleased with her answers. When the "oral" interview was completed, she was told they were ready for the "hands on" segment.
