The secretary led me into the office and shut the door behind me. I looked around, my interviewer hadn't arrived yet. I felt anxious and unprepared. If I had known they weren't going to be here on time, I would have had more time to get ready this morning. Instead of ironing my nice black shirt, I had stuffed myself into this way too small blouse. I could hardly button it over my breasts it was so small, and there was a considerable amount of cleavage showing. But oh well, I couldn't go back in time and fix it. At least I managed to get a decent shower and shave before realizing I was going to be late if I didn't hurry.
A throat cleared behind me, taking me abruptly out of my thoughts. I jumped and immediately felt myself flush. What was I, a little school girl for being so frightened? I didn't hear the boss enter, too caught up in my own thoughts. Shit. I wanted to make a good impression, but instead I appeared exactly as I felt: unprepared. I turned around and stared open mouthed at the most gorgeous woman I had ever met. Models and movie stars paled beside her. She had auburn hair, olive skin, long legs, and a figure to kill for. I could feel myself starting to get wet and felt my face flush even more. Get a grip on yourself Alli, I thought, this is a job interview not a porn set!
The woman raised her eyebrows, and gestured at me to sit. The only seats available were a low leather couch, and an executive chair behind a blackwood desk. Obviously, I sat on the couch. She pulled the chair out from behind the desk and brought I closer to me. So, she wanted to keep this casual. As she seated herself on the chair, I found my eyes wandering to the juncture between her legs. Perfect legs. She cleared her throat again and my eyes snapped up to her face. She had stunning green eyes and I felt my desire mount. Then she spoke,
"You have a very impressive résumé Alli, but of course an interview is needed to determine whether you have the right temperament for this position." She had a lovely voice; soft, low, and musical. It made my pulse race and spine tingle, and I could feel a warm throb between my thighs. She was a very cold professional, this woman, but how I desired her.
"To be successful, you must pass a series of tests." She had set down the papers in her hands and started toying with a strand of her hair.
"The first test is a test of ambition. How much do you want this job?" Not as much as I want you. I almost said it out loud, but instead replied,
"I feel that I am very qualified for the role, and am confident I can handle anything given to me. I want this very much." She smiled at me and adjusted her shirt, unbuttoning it just a little to expose the tops of her breasts. It made me want to see more, to feel her nipples stiffen between my fingers. She must want to make me feel more comfortable, that's all. I couldn't let my imagination stray from me at a time like this. I've always had a problem focusing on the present when such an alluring woman was in my presence. She got up and walked to me.
"The second test is a test of pressure. How much can you take before you crack?" As I was searching for a reply, she straddled my lap, her skirt was pulled up and exposing her thighs. There were straps holding her stockings up, and a black satin thong. Her breasts were in my face, and I could feel my nipples harden in response. I didn't know what to do, but at that moment all thoughts left my mind. Both of her hands were cupping my breasts, thumbs rubbing the nipples shyly poking through my shirt. She leant over and kissed me, her curly hair tickling my face. I returned the kiss with ardor I wanted her, that was all I knew.
"The third is a test of performance, how well will you do?" She said, a little breathless. She reached over and pulled my hair down from my bun, and thick chestnut locks cascaded down my back. I knew this was my chance. I started unbuttoning her blouse, finding it difficult with such shaky hands. In the end, I just ripped it open revealing a matching black satin bra. I unhooked the front clasp with ease, and her heavy breasts came spilling out to be greeted by my hands. I massaged them, teasing her nipples. They stiffened to my coaxing touch. Her fingers were entwined with my hair, and she pulled my face to her breast. I casually flicked my tongue over her large pink nipple, then taking the whole thin into my mouth as I pinched her other nipple. She gasped and arched her back, forcing more of her breast into my mouth. I licked, sucked, and nibbled greedily, making her moan. I switched to the other breast, my hand now free to roam over her belly and down to her thong where her wet pussy was waiting for me.
