I had just finished from college and thought it was time to start applying for work placements, and to be honest, with my grades it wasnât going to be that difficult to find a good one.
Within a week I had received some decent offers and I got invited to several interviews. The best of which was with this large advertising company, offering someone with fresh ideas such as myself plenty of scope to move up the corporate ladder.
On the day of my interview, I was surprisingly nervous, usually I was very confident, but today was different and it didnât help things when I saw the amount of people that were waiting for the same position.
When my name got called out, I stood up and straitened my self out and walked into the interview room, trying to look cool in the process. I was reading this book the night before and it said you should give the impression of confidence the first time you are interviewed. However sometimes confidence can be mistaken for arrogance and I didnât want to piss of my boss before I even was offered the position.
The office was very spacious and luxurious in decoration.
âTake a seatâ, a lady told me. So the boss was a woman, I said to myself. âThank youâ, I replied, sitting down in the comfortable leather seat opposite her.
We began talking to each other and I was surprised by the casualness of the conversation and the informal ness of it. She asked me about how college went, my family life and just general things about me. She was a very pleasant woman that seemed to know how to make you feel less tense and more relaxed with yourself.
I would say that she is in her early to mid forties, she has short dark brown hair, large dark eyes, quite a longish nose, but not big and she looked slightly overweight sitting there in her business suit. I couldnât really look at how curvy she was, but I definitely noticed the size of her breasts. She was obviously trying to hide them under her jacket, but that is mission impossible and they were ready to tear through their confinement.
I Hope she didnât catch me glancing down at her chest every so often during our conversation, its just that they were so distracting to me, or anyone else with a heartbeat.
âWell Steve, its been interesting talking with you and you shall be hearing from us in the next few daysâ, she told me as she stood up and shook my hand. âThank you Mrs Piperâ, and with that I left.
I went home feeling that the interview went good and was reasonable confident of getting the job. If truth be told, I was actually thinking more about the boss than the job. Not that she was some sort of sex goddess, but she had something about her that just draws you into her and makes you want her.
That night I used Mrs Piper as the object of my fantasies for my nightly jacking off session and her big tits were the focus of it.
After a few days I got the phone call that I had been waiting for and I found out that I had been offered the job which was to start tomorrow morning. I was so happy to be working with the firm and to be working with Mrs Piper in particular.
The first day on the job was really just an introduction to the company and gave me a chance to meet the other members of the work force and familiarise with my working surroundings. This is when I first met Sophie, a lady that would be working with me on my first project. Sophie was a sexy looking woman at about 35 years old, 5â9, long black hair, tanned and a body that showed curves in all the right places. She was definitely hot an she knew this and it showed in the way she talked and walked and just her overall presence. I couldnât be sure but I think she was flirting with me, the way she shock my hand, holding on just that extra bit longer than you should and the way her eyes looked at mine, there was some attraction there between the both of us, I think.