Hired

During the interview, he noticed the deep, dark brown of her hair. How well it blended with her olive-tan skin. The depth of darkness in her eyes. He found her instantly attractive, even more than her picture had revealed. He'd become accustomed to meeting women who'd sent him pictures only to be disappointed. This case was exactly the opposite. She was at once more beautiful, more engaging than he'd hoped.

She made him feel relaxed, and as they talked, though he was somewhat shy, he felt a comfort. When she left, he noticed that he'd been aroused...probably the entire time she had been there.

He was delighted to know she'd be back the next day.

And the knock on the door came. Despite the cool temperature, she'd worn a skirt again. She was tall, nearly his height in a pair of simple white flats. The skirt was peach or orange and flowing and short. She had on a simple button down oxford, not revealing, yet her nearly perfect breasts were quite evident. Her legs were long and nicely shaped. Her fingers were neat and nails unpainted.

He was glad she'd worn the skirt, glad to see her there. He felt somewhat lecherous, but he was quiet. Thoughts hiding behind his own dark eyes.

She looked around the office, stood, opened the blinds on the window. She glanced out on the street below. He walked over to join her and delighted in taking in the clean, fresh scent she wore. He noticed her carefully applied eye makeup and the pure, soft beauty of her face. Though tall, she was small, thin, well-proportioned and he imagined quite lovely beneath the skirt and oxford.

She claimed a spot at her desk and he returned to his computer to work. As they talked more, he noticed her eyes, her smile, her lips. She was unsure what to do, but also wanted to find some comfort -- this desk was hers, this office her workplace now.

As he became more focused on his writing, she watched and texted and watched.

He noticed a movement, her body closer. Her hand on his laptop, closing it. She moved it aside and sat right in front of him on his desk. She told him that if he was going to look at her, he might as well look up close.

He smiled, somewhat embarrassed. And then smiled again at the lovely specimen in front of him.

She kicked her shoes to the floor and looked down at him. He placed his hand on her thigh and leaned down to kiss her knee. He slowly kissed upward, tasting the cool skin and inhaling the sweet aroma. He looked up and his lips met hers. Tentative at first, then more passionately. He stood and looked down at the perfection of her face. Their lips met again and again and danced in exploration.

His hands on her back, hers around his waist.

His kisses wandered to her neck, her collarbone, the warm spot just above her breasts. Her hands unbuttoned her shirt, allowed him better access. His lips on her shoulder now, devouring her warming flesh. Her legs against his hips, keeping him there, holding him.

As his kisses grew more intense, more focused, her hand adjusted his belt... eased it open, worked down his zipper. She found him warm, throbbing through cotton boxer briefs.

His hands had worked her bra loose, off and he took in what he'd known would be perfect breasts, tasting them now, flicking the nipples, smiling wryly at the naughty piercing between them.

Her hand guided his head up, lips on lips.. and she worked his pants and boxer briefs down, exposing him as he stood. Her legs wrapped around him, she pushed his body to hers, his cock against her breasts, between them, relishing the warmth of her skin

He placed his hands on her legs, took a step back, and took a seat in his office chair.

His kisses began at her ankle and worked up to the back of her knee, her thigh, his hands under the light skirt, against cotton panties, pushing aside, discovering warmth, moistness, desire...

teasing lips and taunting clit, his hand danced as his mouth drew near. She felt the heat of his breath against her and let out a soft moan. His tongue traced her lips, darted inside her and stayed and out and then up to her throbbing nerve center, tasting, pleasing. Fingers inside, working slowly and then rhythmically.

Her hand on his head, gripping hair. His desire, his hunger so intense, so focused ... and all on her.

She felt herself nearing climax, placed a hand over her mouth to muffle the noise so the workers in other offices wouldn't hear...

She eased off the desk and straddled him, her hand on his still-hard member. Guiding him in, she found herself going over the edge as he entered her.

Her tightness, the pure soft wetness. He was in heaven. His shirt still on, his cock buried inside this gorgeous young woman. As she took more of him in, he could barely contain himself. His mouth on her breasts again as he gripped her firm ass. He tried to make it last, to slow down.

And he felt it. The tension, the pressure, and finally ... the sweet, glorious release.

He leaned back in his chair and she sat in his lap. Their bodies wet, sticky. They smiled. Embraced. Held still.

She got up and asked for the bathroom key.

When she returned, he was back at his desk, computer opened, writing.

She walked over and gave him a kiss. Then walked back as he watched her -- taking her seat at her desk.