Gazing down, my eyes were riveted on the young girl kneeling at my feet, in my office, worshiping my bulging cock. She worked my dick with excitement and passion, working with practiced skills that outdistanced her mere age of 22. She knelt, not balanced on her haunches like some woman are want to do, but knelt on my carpeted floor right beside my desk.
Her head bobbed on my knob, but detoured frequently into licks and nibbles, strokes with her hand, and rubbing me along her face. The young girl had been around a cock or two or more in her past. She was enjoying her work, as evidenced by the cooing emitted from her jam packed mouth.
It was awesome. But made even more erotic in that I'd worked with her mother for many years, hired her in fact, and while I hadn't seen Linda's daughter Melissa for more than 10 years she was surely a woman now. She was sucking my cock.
But I've gotten way, way ahead of myself. This kind of exploit does not happen to a regular guy of 50. Hell, my wife hasn't given me head in more than 10 years. And dancing the horizontal hustle was, while not as rare, not enough for my needs.
Linda had called a couple weeks before to catch up - she and her husband Bruce were still in touch if not friends. I'd moved long before into a new position in Wilmington, Delaware, while they remained in Lansdale, north of where we worked in Horsham. All doesn't mean much to you, but there's an 80 mile difference between homes.
We remained friendly and every couple years met, usually at a conference, but when we got together we remembered the good old days when I hired Linda away from a local bank to work for me. She remained there, while I had moved on, but there was still a friendship.
Melissa was born a year after my Thomas, and after that there weren't much similarities in homes and lives. Linda's husband was much older, and had actually retired a year or so back. My wife had retired 30 years ago...oh she took care of the home and that's a lot. But her time was spent shopping and "writing her romance novel."
So when the call came in from Linda wishing me regards, it wasn't until we got to the how is your kid doing that the real reason for the call emerged. I was very proud of Thomas, who was in flight school for the air force after his undergraduate work at State.
Melissa was working in retail, which turned out to be working in the back office of a large department store after spending time in the appliance section. Needless to say her expensive education was going to waste, but good entry level professional positions were few and far between in this economy. Melissa had apparently sent out hundreds of resumes, posted them on every reputable job site, and every lead from everywhere over the last year came up zilch.
So when Linda asked if there was anything I could do I knew from the conversation it was coming.
Heck, that's what friends are for, right. Still, my employer had gone through significant downsizing, or as HR likes to say, rightsizing.
Our workforce was way down, and we weren't hiring inexperienced professionals unless they were accounting or business majors.
"But Melissa is so smart, you know she takes after me," said Linda.
Linda was indeed smart, as I am sure Melissa was, but facts were facts. Jobs weren't growing in the field behind the building. Still, I promised I'd interview her and get her in front of the HR people and check our internal job system for anything that she might throw her hat into the ring for.
We met in Wilmington a week later, and as Linda said Melissa was indeed smart and while a little pudgy very pretty too. She presented herself well and she had a day full of interviews with HR, two managers, and one via phone. Over lunch midway through the day she told me how hard she'd been looking for a job, how under-challenging working for the retail firm was and that there was a whole lot more she could do if only given the change.
The interviews went surprisingly well, but other than one potential opening the answer was "We will keep you in mind and your resume on file if something comes up."
The only possibility evaporated a couple days later when the manager hired her first choice, and the call I got from Melissa was extremely disappointing. "I did my best, Mr. Roberts, I did."
"I know you did, Melissa, but it's tough out there and there are 20 qualified applicants for every open position," was my reply. "The manager said you were qualified and among her top three applicants. It's just she picked someone else. I know it's discouraging, but keep trying. I know I will be searching for you around the company as well."
We spoke for a couple minutes before I said there were two positions, not as good as the one she applied for, but still better than where she was, that might be opening according to the grapevine. Both were closer to her home, so she could commute, and while not as much money were good entry points into other opportunities at the company if she proved she could do a good job.
Linda and I spoke that night, and I explained there might be something coming up, and she said she'd appreciate the favor if I could at least set Melissa up with an interview and of course I said yes.
One did, and I worked with the hiring manager who would be attending a training session in my building in a week. I called Melissa on her cell phone and she was excited, thanking me profusely and we made an appointment for her to come down for lunch the following week and meet with the guy. It was just a lucky fact that she was off, so she wanted to make the most of it.
The day came and Melissa arrived promptly at 11, attired in a lovely blouse and skirt tandem that was prim yet attractive. The skirt, I had to admit, caressed her behind and there were a few seconds where my mind was thinking naughty thoughts.
We spoke for a while about Bill Bagley, the man who would be interviewing her later in the day, and the job he had posted for. Melissa was clearly qualified save to the lack of hands on knowledge of his area, but I knew it would be an uphill battle to secure the slot.
Bill's executive assistant was pregnant, and leaving in a week on maternity leave. He needed someone to hold the office together. It was a three month job, but did offer the promise of a move to another slot when his assistant returned.
They were in a down season, so he would leave a sales slot open to save money for the budget while replacing his assistant.
It would be more money for Melissa and offer a longer term opportunity. However, it would be so much easier for Bill to hire a pure temp which would save more money and offer the ability to get an experienced person looking for temporary work. Still, he said he'd interview my friend's daughter, and it did offer good long term prospects if, and that was a big if, she could perform.
At lunch Melissa and I spoke on a variety of topics, somehow getting back to the time when her mother and I had worked together. I told her that her mom had been my best hire, a fact that made sense since when I left Linda had been immediately appointed my replacement.
While sipping coffee Melissa posed the question that perked up my ears: "My mom wanted me to ask you if you heard Dona Brittlemayer had remarried?"
I must have blushed, because Melissa asked if I was alright.
