This is my first story, so please be gentle. It is the first in a series and I'd love your feedback. Thanks, Tim
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About 2 years ago I started my first proper job out of University. I'd spent my first three months out of education travelling by bike around Europe, surfing where I could and trying to polish up my rusty Spanish. Having worked in a Spanish restaurant during my holidays and done some maths tutoring during the term, I'd saved up a reasonable amount of money, but by December I was running low and decided to return to England and look for a job. I'd scored high marks in my maths degree and had plenty of extra-curricular activities on my C.V., which meant that it wasn't too hard to get invited to some interviews.
The first one I attended was with a small finance company in rural Surrey. Most of the interviewees were young male graduates like myself, although there were a couple of women, both of them quite attractive and one particularly flirtatious. Although she wasn't dressed in anything overly provocative, her light and loose cream-coloured top would allow more than a glimpse of her red lacy bra whenever she leant over the table, as she frequently did during the first group exercise. Although I wasn't sat opposite her I noticed a couple of the young men that were couldn't stop their eyes flicking downwards periodically. The girl, whose name was Steph, had an slim attractive figure, straight light-brown hair and a general demeanour of innocence. However, when she caught one of the boys trying to catch a look down her top, a smile would flash across her face and it was clear she knew exactly what she was doing.
By the end of the session I was pleased to be informed that I'd performed well enough to be kept behind with 3 others to continue interviewing in the afternoon. Steph was one of those kept back, but the 2 men who had been sat opposite her weren't, having grown increasingly flustered during the morning. The four of us were served some lunch and left alone to rest and chat with each other. During this time Steph began to grow more daring in her exhibitionist tendencies. As she sat down, she hitched up her pencil skirt to above her knees and proceeded to cross and uncross her legs a number of times, each time slightly slower than before, allowing a longer view up her skirt. Once again I was sat next to her rather than opposite, but I could tell from the reactions of the two slightly nerdy men opposite that they were seeing a lot more than they were used to.
Now that there were no longer any members of the company observing us Steph let her demeanour of innocence slip and was flirting openly and clearly enjoying having the attention of 3 young men on her. As the discussion meandered further away from professional matters and became more informal, Steph stood up slightly and went to brush some crumbs off her skirt, but as she brushed her hands against the tight fabric, she allowed her finger to catch the hem slightly, lifting it a couple of centimetres each time. She was watching the two boys opposite her and pretended not to notice that her thighs were now more or less entirely exposed. Although it was December, she was wearing completely sheer tights that I knew would hide nothing from the increasingly wide-eyed boys opposite her.
