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"Do you have an extra resume?" she asked when they were back in the lobby of her building.
He nodded. "I brought extras for the interview. Why?" he asked, handing her one.
"I thought maybe I could pass it around my firm, if you'd like." She tried to sound casual, even as his eyes widened so much she thought they would pop right out of his head. "Tell you what," she added. "Let's go to my office and look it over."
Upstairs, Karen took it as a sign that her assistant was still out to lunch. She ushered Michael in, closed the door behind them, kicked off her shoes and took a seat behind her desk. Feigning intense interest in his resume, she propped both stockinged feet up on her desk, which allowed her skirt to ride all the way up to the crotch of her panties. She heard him gulp loudly but said nothing, choosing instead to spread her legs and bend one knee, rubbing her foot along the edge of her desk as she read. When she felt that she'd teased him enough she looked up. He was standing in front of her, sweating noticeably.
"Come here," was all she said to him.
Obediently he moved in front of her, shaking. He had a good idea what was about to happen, but he was still having trouble believing it. She reached out and tugged down his straining zipper, artfully slipping her hand inside. She was startled to feel the warm satiny touch of his naked, hardening member.
"Still the college boy," she chuckled, making his face redden with self-consciousness despite his arousal.
Carefully, Karen freed his cock and slid her hand up and down its length several times until he was hard. His tremble was more pronounced as the realization washed over him that his oldest fantasy was about to come true. She unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down around his ankles, motioning for him to step free of them. His enflamed cock jutted out invitingly from between the shirttails of his starched white interview shirt, his tie and jacket still on.
"Your turn," Karen coaxed, leaning back in her chair and spreading her legs.
Michael stood frozen in place for a few moments, catatonic, until his reflexes took over from his cognitive brain. She purred encouragement as he dropped to his knees and slid her hose down to her knees. The smoothness of her skin, or at least coming in contact with it, restored a semblance of reason to him.
