'So tell me, Robert'
She paused; her tongue flickered across her lips,
'Just how much are you willing to learn?'
Saying this, she rose from behind her mahogany desk and moved towards the nearby filling cabinet. I caught my breath, and my first full view of her outrageously proportioned, uniformed body. She bent from the waist to retrieve a file, knowing full well I'm sure, the effect this created.
I sat speechless, mouth open. My view was from the side and I gazed in wonderment at the sight of her.
Throughout the whole interview I had had to force my eyes away from her magnificent cleavage only to find myself drowning in her deep, sultry, hazel eyes. Up until this point those had been her most attractive features, she was neither young nor particularly good looking, she was in fact quite plain, but to me, and I have no doubt to a great many others she was very desirable.
In her present position her tits filled, and strained the top of her 'matron' uniform, her skirts risen slightly revealed more of her heavily thighed, stockinged legs and I'm sure she was enjoying my discomfiture through a sidelong glance behind the curtain of her shoulder length brown hair.
After a few seconds (minutes?) of silence matron, maintaining the pose, and holding her hair away from her face looked from my feet, lingering at my mounting erection, and eventually travelling to hold my eyes enquired; 'Well?'
'Yes' I replied.
This ridiculous answer caused her to turn, still bending, still holding her hair, still straining her uniformed jugs to give me an almost unencumbered sight of her womanly charms. I continued staring, she smiled and standing slowly, pointing to her face said 'Talk to ME Robert'
I coughed, embarrassed, attempting to adjust my position to ease the strain on the front of my trousers her smile broadened, she took a step towards me and lifting her hand to stroke my hair almost whispered 'Don't be shy'
I smiled nervous, she turned, I took the opportunity to straighten and ease my almost fully erect cock which had started (I'm sure) visibly throbbing at the sight of her almost mesmerising, full, rounded arse as she made her way to her side of the desk.
'I'm sure after you've worked here a few months your shyness will be cured.' She grinned, her eyes flashed, 'Now tell me how you came to find out about this position?'
How could I? How could I explain that I'd heard about the this job from one of her elderly residents, who I'd picked up at the local pub last week on 'grab-a-granny' night and who had happened to mention, after she had given me a sound fucking in the door way of this very building, had happened to mention that 'there would be lots more of that available' if I came to work there.
Actually, I couldn't believe my luck that night, usually I would stroll down to the pub at about 9pm and there would be the usual compliment of middle-aged housewives out with their friends (or on one very rewarding night a mother who after cumming quickly after a vigorous fuck, holding on to the sink in the 'ladies' instructed me to 'wait two minutes' and subsequently returned to introduce me to her daughter who would like to try 'bottom love' for the first time then produced lubricant and watched and wanked herself while I fucked her daughter up the arse and whom I never saw again)
On these 'grab-a-granny' nights it was very easy indeed to pick up a bored housewife out for a quick thrill, walk them home, and on the way stop off at one of many 'love locations' most often standing up and finding your way into a very warm, wet and willing cunt, if her friend hadn't pulled she would stand lookout, often watching the fun, sometimes asking for her turn and on one or two occasions joining in. Last year for a period of about 4 months I found myself walking home with the same ladies quite regularly, her friend never seemed to pull, indeed fended off quite a few would be lotharios, but every time she would take the opportunity to release her friends braless, big nippled, swinging titties and suck them voraciously. I'd be there sticking my cock in to her hairy hole and her friend would be there sucking on those middle aged tits frigging herself with her hand, and eventually, after several weeks she would let me finger fuck her while I cock fucked her friend, but never would she ask or allow me to give her a shag. Hmmm.
Back to the story.
I'd arrived at the pub hoping to grab-a-granny (it wasn't always certain) greeting friends on the way in, standing at the bar, chatting and drinking, surveying the room, when my mate pointed out a well dressed silver haired, woman, not the usual frowsy, out for a good time housewife.
‘She’s followed you since you walked in the door’
As soon as I looked into her eyes she returned my gaze, touched her hair, and recrossed her legs, smiling, she lowered her eyes before quickly glancing back and then putting her attention elsewhere.