He mouthed the words “excuse me” to the brunette across the bar. She had caught him staring up her legs as she perched on the high stool at the bar. The dress was worn to reveal, to impress; barely covering her thighs and affording any voyeur a glimpse of white panties. Her eyebrows raised and her head cocked to one side in what Jon took as a 'no problem' message. As the girl didn’t swing her knees aside to hide the underwear from his view, he was certain that he was right.
Should he approach her, buy her a drink or wait to see what might develop in terms of a further flash of undies? That rhetorical question was not long in obtaining an answer. Without taking her eyes off him the brunette turned to pick up her drink from the bar. This caused a slight parting of her curvy legs revealing more of the white underwear. Jon took a long draft from his beer. Bare leg crossed bare leg and Jon felt disappointment, but only for the time it took for the action to complete.
Now, he was presented with a tantalising hint of the girl's thigh right up to her ass, and there was not a hint of underwear. A thong! His face flushed with excitement. This was without a doubt a come-on.
His wrist watch told him forty-five minutes to his interview; enough time to establish with this girl just where and when...!
Of course, with a dress short enough to allow her thighs to distract, the girl was so obviously here for an interview for the same job as he. Maybe Jon could level the playing field or swing the advantage his way.
“Sensible lady, tonic water before an interview”, Jon studied her rounded features for a response. Maybe she was a poker player... no outward response. She eyed his beer. “Me? Oh, I am exploring what’s available. Jon, I’m Jon, here for the same interview as yourself I guess”. Her dark eyes continued to meet his of blue.
“Uh huh, Sophie, hi”, she offered. Still the poker face although he detected a bright sparkle appear in her eyes.
Jon offered her a drink, she accepted another tonic with ice and lemon. As he paid the bartender Jon felt the girl's eyes on him, he glanced surreptitiously. It took her barely a second to look him over from the toes of his polished black shoes to the trimmed dark curls on his head. As he held out the glass her eyes were already focussed on his. He tried desperately not to blink.
Standing slightly above the girl he was now able to appreciate just how little her dress covered. There were those thighs again; white, as if no ray of sunshine had been allowed to kiss them; smooth, with an unblemished sheen as if covered by the finest denier nylon.
What now took his attention was the curves of her breasts almost offering themselves to his touch, to his lips. The dress offered, virtually unhindered, the view of the smooth, white flesh of two curvaceous breasts. While looking back into her dark eyes, Jon used his peripheral vision to feast on the cleavage.
Jon talked, Sophie listened, he tried to avoid any gauche remarks, kept it almost business-like but non-the-less steering the conversation around to a point where he could cast doubt on her concentration on her sexuality as a ploy to gain points at the interview. Jon avoided direct reference to her choice of dress, choosing instead to cast veiled aspersions in that direction.
“I have a meeting in half an hour”, Sophie checked her watch, “I must go to my room first, see you later, perhaps to congratulate you on success?”.
Jon tried not to let his surprise show. This lady was clever; whatever her plan. “Just going up myself, ride with me in the elevator?” He held her hand to help her off the stool. The fingers were cool. Well manicured. The two chatted idly on the walk from the bar.
His finger hovered over the keys of the floor selector. He looked at Sophie enquiringly.
“Same floor as you”, the words came naturally to her... matter-of-fact.
Jon held his composure. How the hell did she know that? Had she done some considerable groundwork on her competitors for the job?
Her smile was sweet, sexy even but triumphal. “I saw you this morning, you took the stair”. She looked down at her heels. “Not exactly practical for stairs, I took the ride”, she admitted.
He looked away from her gaze. 'Damn her”. A mental picture formed of the girl drawing a '1' in the air. She had got the first point.
“You have to very fit to use the stair”. Sophie was magnanimous in her triumph.
They walked along the corridor in the same direction. They reached his door and he offered his hand. “Good luck with your meeting, lets meet up later to discuss our success or failure”. Jon was sure that his was to be the latter and hers the former.
“Jon?” Sophie's face and voice softened. “Would it be OK... ah... would you mind awfully if... I mean...”.
Jon's eyes narrowed, he looked sternly into her soft, dark eyes, what is this, another ploy? “I wont know until you get it off your chest”. He unashamedly feasted his eyes on her cleavage. Visions of his cock ploughing a furrow between those curvy orbs filled his brain.
“Yuh, well, I cant make it to my room before I burst... I have to use the girls' room! Sorry”. All pretence of the implacable exterior had melted away.
Jon was in a quandary. Tell her no and all possibility of getting this gorgeous female bedded were gone, no girl likes to pee herself in a hotel corridor after all. But this was bound to be yet another of Sophie's attempts to derail his chance at the interview. But he was a guy! The mere thought of a female sitting on his toilet seat had him licking his lips.
“Sure, take your time” he sighed. Then added quickly, “I got to shower and be at the interview in fifteen!”.
Sophie barged past Jon, flung open the bathroom door pulling up her dress as she did. In a flash one hand lifted the toilet cover while the other pulled aside the white thong. With a small scream she threw herself on to the toilet.
Jon stood mesmerised, even when Sophie looked up at him from where she sat relieving her over-full bladder. Even when she gestured that he might like to look away. He could see the strong stream issuing from her pussy. The pink lips that a moment ago were encased in white nylon. Sophie sighed in resignation and more so in utter relief.
“So there is no privacy?”, Sophie asked as she padded dry her pussy.
Jon looked surprised, as if he had been unaware of his own presence there. “Ahh,” was all that came to his mind to say.
“I guess not”, she gave as her own answer. “Ok guy, get under the shower, you’re late”. When Jon failed to move she unbuttoned his jacket, pulled it off and started on his pants. This woke up the guy.
“Yuh, sure, OK, ah, leave me to it, you have a meeting too. Look sorry about that, not too sure what came over me, it all happened so quickly”, offered Jon as a weak explanation.
Sophie busied her hands relieving Jon of his pants. She stood back after taking off his shirt too. “Wow, you sure fill out those boxer shorts. Wait a minute... did my peeing turn you on? That mister in there sure looks as if he is becoming active”.
In the mirror Jon could see that his refection supported the girl's claim. His cock was awake and becoming alert. In his mind images of Sophie on the toilet persisted.
The girl pulled down the boxers and took a moment to admire what she had revealed. It came as a surprise, a pleasant surprise that this guy shaved his pubic area. How she wanted to curl her fingers around his awakening staff. But with his impeding interview in mind she turned on the shower and guided Jon under the water.
Needles of cold water stung his hot flesh; now he was awake; now he was back to reality. Quickly reaching out he grabbed Sophie's arm and pulled her towards the shower. She screamed and struggled but he was too strong. He pulled her fully clothed, curvaceous body to him, and steamy water enveloped them both. Her thin summer dress became instantly transparent revealing that all she wore was the dress and the thong.
“Oh jeeze, are you mad? You have less than ten minutes to get to your interview and I am already late for my meeting”, she wailed.
Jon pulled the girl to his body, his now almost erect cock finding its way easily and unerringly between her thighs. Her arms reached up and around his neck, their mouths met and they kissed with a fiery passion.
Under the rain of hot water the couple gave reign to their pent up sexual passions. At last his cock was enveloped by the tight, hot passage of her vagina. At last she experienced the length and girth of his erect penis as it penetrated to her depths. Such was their sexual empathy that the resulting orgasm throbbed and pulsed through the two bodies in unison.
Whilst Sophie cleaned off the result of their coupling Jon called reception to ask that they inform those holding the interviews that he had been unavoidably delayed.
The couple swapped so that Jon could refresh his overheated body while Sophie made a call to advise of her missed appointment.
Now naked and together on his bed the two revelled in the glow of a wonderful sexual encounter. They laughed at how missing an opportunity had led to a wonderful realisation of the attraction between them. They kissed as lovers, not sexually but expressing love. Hands idly explored bodies. They held each other close.
“Yes, hello”, Jon answered the phone. “ Ah, OK, yes, thank you. For Miss...? Yes of course, I see, no, no, no problem at all. I will convey the message. He replaced the phone. Sophie looked at him, a query unspoken.
“Apparently, there was a hitch with all the interviews this afternoon so they are rescheduled”, Jon informed Sophie. “Oh, and also your meeting also was rescheduled. Sophie smiled and nodded.
That evening the pair enjoyed an intimate dinner then danced at a club until the early hours. Both agreed that as both had meeting the next day they would end the night with just a loving kiss.
The next morning found Jon out early attending to the business of the day. He visited also a florist and sent Sophie a special bouquet. After lunch on his own he showered and went down the the bar to await his call for the interview. He wondered if Sophie had dressed a little less sexy for her meeting.
There was a message at the bar for him stating that his interview had been delayed as the person that should have followed him was to be interviewed first. Jon's heart sank, that person was bound to be Sophie, which made him certain that she would get the job.
Sure enough when he was led through to the waiting area Sophie was standing there. They smiled briefly to one another.
“Please go through to the office and wait”, said the receptionist, “someone will be with you in a moment.
Jon stepped into the office and what hit him was there, on the desk, a bouquet of flowers almost exactly... no, exactly like that he had had delivered to Sophie. Had she presented them to the interviewer in order to impress?
A voice behind him interrupted his thoughts. “Thank you darling, they are my most favourite flowers. Jon turned.
“Oh by the way Jon darling, you have got the job”.
Sophie tugged his head forward and pressed her mouth to his and they kissed.
nice....how about a male interviewer seducing femal interviewee, using his power over her to take what he wants, and her succumbing to his charms and eventually giving herself willingly
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