The second that I walked into his office I had fallen under his spell; my heart had double-timed, my legs turned to jelly, and a hot flush had scorched my whole body.
From the top of his neatly groomed head to the tips of his highly polished shoes he was immaculate, and in-between those two extremities it was clear that there was a well toned body hidden beneath his fashionable shirt and pants.
Now I’m not one of these girls with sex on my mind all of the time, but right then I felt a near uncontrollable urge to throw myself at the feet of this stranger and shout “Please fuck me right now!”.
He smiled and introduced himself and I’m ashamed to admit that I heard him, but didn’t listen to a single word; but those wondrously deep husky tones of his voice will stay with me forever. They scrambled my insides good and proper, and all I could think about was how good those lips would feel teasing my nipples or licking my pussy. Nipples that were stiff, and a pussy that wasn’t just moist, it was seriously wet!
Unfortunately there was a major problem: I was there in his presence for an interview not a date!
Did I want the job? Yes of course, I wouldn’t have gone for the interview if I didn’t.
Had I any chance of getting the job? Not a snowball’s chance in hell ‘cos I was tongue tied and bereft of all outward signs of being a normal person: entranced, enchanted, bewitched, I was all of them rolled into one.
I stumbled forward to the proffered chair, uncharacteristically clumsy; I almost fell into the deep leather comfort, happy to be off my feet as I truly had begun to feel quite giddy.
The hem of my dress had risen far too high up my thighs showing a hint of stocking tops, a button had popped open on my crisp white blouse revealing more soft flesh than I had intended; in my current flushed state I actually kidded myself this was a good thing, rather than the faux pas that it was in reality!
The interview was a complete disaster. My usual poise and aplomb had been left outside the office, and the stuttering fool that had entered didn’t match up to the c.v. promises; an observation that he made quite forcefully.
In ten minutes the interview was at an end, I could see it in his eyes and as he closed my file I tried so hard to shake out of my slumber before it was too late.
“Well I’d like to thank you for your time” he started.
“Interrupt now!” I screamed to myself, “now or never if you want this job for chrissakes!”, and finally I said something.
“Can we start again please?” It took him by complete surprise. “This is not the real me.”
Surprise, confusion, and then finally annoyance flickered across his face before he stood to his full 6’ 3” and shook his head, “Sorry, you had your chance. It’s time to go now.”
“Five minutes, that’s all I ask. Five minutes for me to show you my true colours”, I was pleading now.
He bent forward, arm outstretched to assist me out of the chair, “Sorry, no second chances, my time is valuable and I won’t have it wasted, It’s time to go young lady”.
There was a gruff authority in his voice that began to disorientate me again, and now his close proximity had me enveloped in his cologne. It was a scent that tugged at distant memories, of my early teens, of good times, and sexy times; what was it exactly?
I hadn’t taken his proffered hand, and so he took mine and pulled me gently from my seat, wishing that this beautiful girl had interviewed better as he caught a close-up glimpse of my cleavage.
I rose to my feet and just then as we momentarily stood in each other’s personal space my ‘déjà vu’
was complete: this moment, this scent, his height, his annoyance, the tug up from the chair, my flush, my stubbornness, it had all happened before.
Me skirt was around my hips and I was wet. He was playfully angry and had tugged me from my seat, then fallen backwards and I had found myself across his lap. “I should spank you” he whispered, so not to wake my parents.
“I dare you” I giggled, and wriggled my seventeen year old butt seductively.
Playfully he had gently slapped both cheeks once and then gently teased my wet lips apart. I turned around to face away from him, straddling him with my wide open delights dripping gently onto his legs.
“Spank me” I begged once more, but he ignored me and leaned down to drink in my musk, then re-positioning, he entered me from behind and I rode his hard dick frantically and silently.
It had been tmee last time; he was killed in a tragic accident the next day. The pain, and the memories of the pain, had all gone now, but the ‘spanking that never was’ had tormented me forever since! I’d lost count of the number of dreams, day and night, that I had orgasmed while lying over his knee.
It was my favourite fantasy, and I had been spanked by friends & enemies, pop stars & neighbours. They had used anything and everything to warm my bottom, and put me in the wildest variety of positions to punish me. Yet still it had never happened for real.
“Are you all right?”
I was leaning on his chest, how that had happened and how long I had been there I wasn’t quite sure. I looked up into his eyes, they were blue and set in a ruggedly handsome face; the perfect face for my initiation!
“Yes I’m fine” I replied, and now I knew what I had to do.
“But I’m bitterly disappointed in myself, I’ve let myself down”, there was a resolve in my voice now, “and I need to make amends.”
He smiled again, and chuckled gently.