Professor Wenstrom posted a job on my University job site looking for a Personal Assistant, with a good salary, and part-time hours with most weekends and the summer off. I called right away. The interview was set for the next day. Feeling slightly nervous I took a deep breath and knocked on her office door. I heard a woman's voice say come in, she was sitting behind her desk and pointed to a chair for me to sit down. Once the interview started, I felt relaxed. All the tasks she mentioned were doable. My high school job referral was my family on their farm, which fascinated her. Professor Wenstrom asked many questions about the farm and growing up there. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Vivian. I will call you either way about the job." A few days later I had the job and would start right away.
The condo building she lived in was in a very nice Chicago neighborhood, not far from the university and the lakefront. She looked more at ease today. A stylish petite woman with blond hair, she was about 15 years older than me. We sat down and chatted, the professor told me to call her Clare and gave a quick tour, as well as the keys to the building and condo. Clare mentioned that she was from Philadelphia, married and her wife would be joining her in the new year. Being in a new city, she began to express concerns about safety and what kind of nightlife might be close. I knew my best friend and roommate, Denny and I, would be going out that night, so I invited her along to some clubs that we frequented. She immediately accepted my invitation.
We arrived in the Boystown neighborhood and quickly got into a club. Denny asked if she wanted to dance after we got our drinks, but she wanted to wait a bit. So Denny and I got out on the dance floor, and then a cute guy stole him away from me. As I danced my way back to our seats, she stood up and indicated that she wanted to dance. Sometimes we were all out and wild, other times soft and tender. Occasionally Denny would be by our side with a new dance partner. One dance she stepped in close to me and held me tight to her body. Clair was getting handsy and her mouth was on my neck. I lightly pushed her back, questions shooting out of my eyes. Clare giggled and told me it would be okay if she had an open marriage. I thought she may have been lying, but I didn't care. We went on the whole night kissing and touching each other. Then she whispered in my ear, come home with me. That's just what I did.
Once we were at her place her hands were like magic and my clothes were strewn all over the floor. Her kisses went from my mouth to my neck as we strolled toward her bedroom. "Vivian, watch me" she uttered and I sat on the edge of the bed. One by one her clothing joined mine on the floor. Swaying to nonexistent music, her eyes were on me the whole time. It was quite a show. She cried out "You are so sexy, I can't wait to taste you." I managed to eke out a yes as I pushed myself back on the bed, spread my legs, and touched my already wet pussy. Her body was next to mine in a split second. Our kisses became passionate and intense.
Hands, lips, and tongues searched out every piece of visible skin. My mouth sucked and my teeth nipped at her breasts with my tongue circling her nipples. I slid my hand to her wet pussy, fingers pinching her clit and sliding inside. Then I was on top of her, my breasts lightly skimming her body as I advanced down. I knelt between her spread legs, lowered my head, and tasted her. Sucking and fingering her cunt, her breath labored. Clare's hip movements became turbulent. "Don't stop" she pleaded and I didn't. I kissed and lapped as her clit pulsated between my lips. Her moans and pleas became loud as she came. Clair pulled me up her body and licked my lips to say thank you. Her fingers worked my nipples until they were nice and hard. She then moved her hand between my legs playing with my clit. A moment later she was licking and sucking every part of my pussy. It did not take me long for her mouth to give me an earth-shattering orgasm.
