I had never seen such a sexy, skinny little bitch in my entire life. It was so unfair. From the minute she walked in the office for her first interview, I knew I had to have her. She made my pulse race and my face burn and my cock throb with longing- and this when she was fully clothed, blissfully unaware that I even existed.
Didn't help any that she was to be my new secretary after the previous one quit. The new girl interviewed with my boss first, that was when I saw her. She haunted my thoughts and I woke up with fevered wet dreams of her every morning. A week later, she came back to interview with me.
Part of me felt like a boy in grade school about to talk to his crush. She was the one being interviewed, but I was nervous. Why was I so nervous? Because just thinking about her gave me a raging hard-on and I wasn't sure that I could do the interview without making an ass of myself. Now, I'm a decent-looking man. I work out, I'm pretty muscular. Women flirt with me a lot, and I'm never hurting for dates. I'm very confident with women. So it wasn't a self-esteem thing, I had just never been so completely turned on by any woman before. I jerked off before I went to work and twice in the men's room during the morning before the interview. Finally, the time came. I sat down at my desk, shuffling papers while the blood pounded in my ears as I waited for her.
She approached the doorway somewhat timidly. I looked up. She wore a gauzy, pale pink dress that clung to her delicate little legs and thin arms. Her tiny feet were cradled in a pair of white stilettos. Despite her skinniness, she had a decent pair of tits and a miraculously flattering push-up bra. Her cleavage was a soft contrast to the sharpness of her collar bones which disappeared once again under her dress. Around her neck was a simple gold necklace. Her wispy blonde hair was piled stylishly on top of her head with a few strands framing her face. All over, her skin was deeply tanned. She smiled hesitantly. I smiled back, unrestrained, and she seemed to relax.
"Please come in, sit down," I said, gesturing expansively at the chair in front of my desk. She did as she was told and slipped a copy of her resume in front of me. My boss had already told me that she was more than qualified, so I simply glanced over it, preoccupied by her presence.
"Tracy Banks," I read out loud. Finally, a name for that beautiful face. "Well, Tracy, my name is Jack McCall. Nice to meet you." I held out my hand to her. Tremulous smile still plastered to her face, she took my hand. The air conditioning in the office had chilled her considerably and her fragile hands were like ice.
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. McCall," she said in a sweet, breathy voice. I realized that I was still holding her hand. I let go and she looked away in endearing girlish embarrassment.
"Please, call me Jack. As a designer, I'm pretty informal around here. Look, my boss told me all about you. I'm very impressed with your resume, and I think you're perfect for this position." Tracy flushed with pleasure. "This interview is really just a formality- tradition, really. When are you available to start?"
"Oh, right away! Today if you want!" She smiled hugely, barely able to contain her surprise and excitement.
"That's great, I'd love to show you around a bit." I stood up and she stood with me. We left the office together and I gave her a brief tour, describing her mundane daily duties, and occasionally letting my hand linger on her shoulder or the small of her back. She listened with rapt attention, gazing up at me with her huge, dark eyes, and I could barely look away from them. It seemed the interest was mutual, unless my lust had completely fogged my senses. After an hour or so of mind-numbing business chat, we returned to my office. She agreed to start bright and early the next day.
