Summer Intern

Michelle’s spring internship was coming to a close. She had been the clear favorite in her intern class, her brilliance upstaging all the others. Of course, it didn’t hurt that she was stunningly attractive. 5’10”, a former college athlete, a runner, and a woman with a penchant for the absolutely perfect heels.

The very quiet, very serious deputy director had noticed Michelle from day one. He had a thing for shoes, and hers were always incredible. The navy 4 inch heels with the bows on the back, the deep red peep toe pumps, the black leather with the red soles. Her knee-high boots in winter were among his favorite.

They were the same height, but she always seemed taller because of her footwear. He loved that. As spring came, he especially loved the way her long, lean legs looked perched inside the well-chosen shoes.

The last week of her internship, she asked to meet him in his office. He offered her a coffee, she accepted. Coffee was the one thing she liked maybe more than shoes, she told him. Her blonde hair was highlighted by the sun coming through his office window. She was incredible. Beautiful. He loved talking with her, loved the way her mind worked. Loved the intense blue of her eyes.

Still, she would be gone soon, and he wanted to see how he could be of help to her, what she wanted.

She told him her sister was just starting law school in town. She knew he was well-connected in the legal community, and thought he might be of some help. Could they meet for lunch the next week and talk with her sister, would he help her navigate the world of internships and criminal legal work?

Of course he would. It was decided, then. They’d meet for lunch at the shop near the college.

The day of the meeting came, and she asked if he’d mind picking them up at their apartment. That would not be a problem, even though it was a bit out of the way for him.

He texted her when he got to the complex, and she told him to come to the door. He knocked, and heard the sound of dog barking. She opened the door and he saw the little Corgi, excited to see another human, begging for some pets and attention.

Michelle was wearing a red cotton sundress and her hair was down, framing her face nicely. She was barefoot, and so stood eye to eye with him. She let him in and asked him to have a seat on the couch.

He looked around the relatively small space, saw the kitchen and a short hallway leading to three doors. Two bedrooms, one bathroom. He figured Michelle’s sister was in one of the rooms.

Michelle took a seat next to him and he asked about her sister. Mandy wasn’t there, he was told.

Now, he was a bit confused. But, he was also in this apartment, on this couch, with Michelle. Alone.

He noticed the tattoo of a scorpion on her leg and asked about it. Her zodiac sign, she told him.

She informed him that her sister was in class at this time. Then, she told him why he was there (besides that she was beautiful and he was smitten with her).

Michelle let him know that she had wanted him (badly) since her first week as an intern. She told him she had secured a job in Texas, but would be spending the summer in town helping her sister acclimate. Since she was no longer an intern, she could have what she had wanted since that week back in January.

What did Michelle want? Him.

She explained that every Thursday, her apartment was basically empty until about 4PM. This young, recent law school graduate who was studying for the bar wanted to get fucked every Thursday. She wanted to be fucked by him. She thought it would be good for her studies if she knew she could count on two to three hours of good, hard fucking every week. There might be time to work him in on Tuesdays, too. But, for sure, they should fuck on Thursday.

Was he interested?

He was, in fact. He felt the stiffness of his cock rubbing against the cotton of his khaki pants.

She suggested that today could be an interview of sorts. A chance for both of them to explore and determine if the arrangement would be a good fit.

He placed a hand on her cheek, pulled her face to his. His warm, full lips tasted the sugary sweetness of her lips. She kissed him with hunger, with passion. Her lips, her tongue, her mouth seemingly on fire for him.

She stood and suggested they go to her bedroom. After she closed the door, she took off her dress and stood before him. Her bare body more beautiful than he could have imagined. Tan skin, a perfectly arched foot, an incredible ass, C-cup breasts with nipples pierced. A butterfly piercing sat inside her bellybutton. As she turned around, he noticed a tattoo of the sun just above her ass.

She sat on the bed, and he took his shirt off. Then, he knelt in front of her, placed kisses on her stomach, her thighs, her calves. He quickly found her already wet pussy and began licking her clit. Tasting her, devouring her, consuming her. His fingers penetrated her pink folds and massaged inside her as his tongue and mouth claimed what would be his prize on this day and on days to come.

She felt her hands in his hair, felt her thighs around his head. She was cumming, cumming hard, releasing her orgasm on him.

She turned, bent over the bed, and told him she wanted his cock. He wasted no time in complying. His khakis and boxers on the floor, he placed the head of his throbbing member against her wet cunt and pushed it in. He claimed her, and she moaned in delight.

He grabbed her waist, held her as he pushed as far in as he could go. Grinding against her, he leaned over, used a hand to hold her breasts. He tasted her neck, her back, her shoulders. He wanted all of her.

The sensation of her body, the sheer beauty of it, her desire - all of it sent him over. He held himself against her, as full and far inside her as he could. She felt his thickness, the pulsing of his veins, squeezed her pussy against him, felt his cum shoot into her.

He collapsed on top of her. They held each other, sticky, wet, glowing. She asked him how the interview had gone.

He offered her the position, and she accepted. That’s how Michelle became his summer intern.