The interview

The Interview

He sits across the polished desk top, his reflection highlights the imperfections in him. The fidgeting, the slightly nervous bounce in his leg, ever so light but the movement disturbs the calmness of the reflection. You pace back and forth as you move around him, like a cat circling its prey. You flick over his resume, but you are more interested in the man. How he holds himself in a situation. You pause behind him, your eyes resting on his shoulders. He resists the urge to look. Finally you move pass him. You feel his eyes on your skirt, appreciatively following your toned legs. They move up your body, the open cut back draws his gaze, your flesh exposed, your muscles tingle with the focus of his eyes. Turning back, he is still appreciating you, and you know you have him. He looks away, unsure if he has overstepped the line. His insecurities grow tenfold with his guilt. You smile.

You move in front of him, your eyes lower to meet his, he shrinks but still you can see his eyes, the fire that is consumed with the woman that stands before him. You slide back a little on your desk, your legs raising up off the floor. You can see his eyes tracing that path between them. So young, you smile, so easily led. You rub just below your ear, his eyes drawn to the movement. You smile at him this time. You can see the bulge growing under his suit, the dark blue shifts in the summer light through the window as it grows. He cant look away. Your fingers trail from your ear to your lips and then proceed to trace a path down between your breasts, your nipples slightly showing beneath the silk that clings to your body. As your fingers follow the contours of your body, they pause, their journey interrupted by every button that resides along the path, every release, your skin is revealed to the young hungry eyes before you.

He stirs, he leans forward to try and touch you, his hand trembles as it moves every closer to you. You smile and push it back. His hand is warm, large, and still soft. You tell him that he is not to touch till you say, but he may, if he likes, take his cock from his pants and rub it. Your feet slip from your shoes and you place them on the arms rests of his chair. Your legs parting for him, your silk encased treasure, now exposed to his eyes. You watch as he sits back in his chair, his eyes following your legs as his hand fumbles with his zipper. He is almost in a daze, his primal instinct completes the action that he is unable to focus on. His cock is now in his hand. It is already hard and you watch him slide his hand back and forth along its length. Your own fingers continue to release each button. The dress now severed right down the middle, you black lace exposed to him. You let it slide from your shoulders, now you look down and lick your lips as he continues to pleasure himself. You lower yourself from your desk, your body comes to rest on his legs. One leg on each side you feel the heat of his cock as it stands out before you. You inch closer till you feel the heat of his shaft though the fabric of your panties. You grind yourself in and kiss his mouth, his chin freshly shaved, his lips soft and moist. You feel his hands wrap themselves around your back. His hands feel large, they move with a frenzy exploring your skin.

Your hands are just as busy you run them through his hair, the back of his neck, you feel his muscles through his clothes as he leans into you, every movement telegraphed as he tries to take you as young men do. His strength is something to be savored as he raises himself, and you from his lap back to the desk. Your legs wrap around his waist and your arms remove his blazer. His penis throbs as it presses firmly against you. Your panties though repel him. You smile to yourself as he continues to kiss you. Unwilling to relinquish the moment. Your hands move across his body, around to his front. They wrap themselves around his shaft. You feel its heat, his body responds, a grunt, the only sound that he can make. His hands trail across the lace of your bra, the clasp falling a willing victim to his fingers. Your breasts are soon exposed and the soft chin is soon resting against each one, tasting your nipples, kissing the skin that is now before him. His kisses trail in between your breasts and he begins to kiss a pathway back to your lips. Your head leans back, exposing the rest of your neck to him, the pathway clear he reaches your mouth. His tongue moves between your lips, your back between his. Your hands slide the silk cover protecting your pussy, the tip of his penis so hot now as you rub it up and down over your lips. Your wetness becomes his and slowly you ease it into you. He tries to thrust, but you knew he would. The young, always in such a hurry. Your hand is against his chest to stop him. To remind him that you are his boss. His heart seems to want to leap from his body, his shirt tight against his skin. You allow his cock to enter further into you. Soon the fabric of his pants brushes against the smooth skin of your pussy. He begins to pull it out. Not to quickly, but fast enough. He follows your lead, only going in and out as quickly as you allow him. His hands rubbing your breasts as he continues to kiss, his body meeting you with every thrust. You move your body in time with his, every meeting of your hips, your bodies you feel the excitement build in you. There is a faint hint of cinnamon on his skin you decide. His hair strong and natural, feeling silk beneath your fingers, like your now discarded dress. You feel him as he lifts you a little off the desk, now fully drawing you onto his penis, the feeling is intense. You feel it coming. That feeling as your body releases itself to the pleasure. Just then you feel his finger sliding into your ass. Teasing the entrance. The surprising sensation causes you to forget yourself for just a moment, but that is all it takes. You cum, so does he, the throbbing of his cock, replaced by the explosion inside of you. His cum hot, mingling with yours. His body shudders. The final kiss that comes with the release is still on your lips as you both return to the desk. He slides out of you. Unsure if he can look you in the eyes. You smile and give him a kiss. Your arms raising the silk outfit back to your shoulders. You tell him he can start Monday.