My interviewer [F] was the best part of my [M] job

I had a previous account with a few stories that I deleted so I thought I would rewrite a few. I promise to tell the truth as well as I remember it. A bit long but skip down to ——- if you don’t care for the lead up.

I grew up in a small-ish blue collar town, they type that you spend time drinking, fighting, and fucking. I did all three, in varying amounts throughout my childhood but couldn’t wait to move away. So, as a young man, I packed up and headed a full days drive away to the nearest true city. It felt like the quintessential coming of age story. Boy grows up, moves away, rents rundown apartment with roommates, eats street food and drinks cheap beer while fumbling through the world.

Fortunately, I had managed to set up a couple job interviews. So, Monday morning I pulled on a suit, and headed off to the first meeting. The gentleman I was supposed to be meeting with was occupied and said his colleague would conduct the interview. I was annoyed that he hadn’t taken the time but sat dutifully waiting for my interviewer to arrive, and she did.

This is when I first met Leah and I won’t pretend I was cool as a cucumber throughout the exchange. I think I managed to stutter out hello, thanks for having me.

Needless to say, my gritty PBR town didn’t have many women like Leah. She was 5’7 with a muscular college athlete body, small breasts, with a perfect ass that was both firm and soft at the same time. Framing her face was blonde hair bordering on auburn that, combined with a smile, could win over even the grouchiest of clients.

I managed to collect myself and we had a wonderful interview, she hired me.
Leaving the interview I called my best friend and told him about the job. I also mentioned Leah, arrogantly telling him I was going to sleep with her.

I wish that I could say I came in the next day and picked her up and laid her on the desk but that would be a lie.

Over the next year we would get to know each other, we lived in relatively close proximity and would pick each other up when one of us was unable to access a car. I learned about her family, her boyfriend, the food she liked, etc. Overall it was a great professional relationship with an undertone of sexual tension.

Almost one year to the date the office was heading out for a work party and Leah had offered to host a few people over for pre-drinks and food. Fortunately, I made the list and after work hopped into the shower, changed into jeans and a black t-shirt, and drove over to her house. TruthfulIy, should have taken an Uber or cab. I knew we were going to be out late, I knew I was going to be unable to drive, but in the back of my mind I still wanted to fuck this beautiful girl and leaving my car at her place seemed like an opportunity I could use later if things went well. May the odds be forever in your favour, right?

Leah looked great, tight black dress on, lheels, just enough make up that she accentuated her features but didn’t look like she gave a clown a blowjob. When I came in the door she hugged me, and I complimented her on how great she looked. I was awarded one of those prize winning smiles.

We had a few drinks, headed out for the event and proceeded to pub crawl/ bar hop our way around the city. I remember sitting at the third or fourth bar, with a buzz that I knew would mean trouble for my future self when Leah ended up beside me. We started to play a game of footsie, under the table that I hadn’t played since high school, my hands were sweating and my heart rate must have been 120 bpm. The alcohol and change in environment was having its expected effect and the tension was palpable at this point.

At around 1am we found ourselves separated from the group and Leah mentioned being too drunk and needing to go home. I told her that I should come check on my car and would take a cab from her place.

I honestly don’t remember the cab ride, we may have kissed, held hands or just sat there both thinking about the fact that we were in relationships. But, when the cab dropped us off and Leah invited me in tHe collective thought changed.

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The moment the door closed our lips met for that sloppy post-bar make-out full of passion. I heard her groan that we shouldn’t do this, it wasn’t fair to our partners before I pulled her in tighter. We weren’t thinking about the consequences and as I went to lean against her bar cart, it rolled. We both slipped to the ground, giggling and groping each other.

Leah reached her hand down to my groin and started rubbing my cock over my jeans. I slide my hand up the back of her dress, fondling that nearly perfect ass and we stayed that way for a moment. Then she suggested a shower after the night of bar hopping and I was only to happy to agree.

We helped each other up and walked down the hall to her bathroom. On the way, she slipped her shoulders out of her dress, stopped at the door and bent over to slowly pull it down her legs. She looked back wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties and a bralette and giggled before stepping into the bathroom and turning the shower on. I quickly followed, pulling my shirt off and tossing it on the floor.

Inside the bathroom, Leah kissed me deeply and slid her hands down my body as she dropped to her knees. She pulled my pants and underwear down, and my cock sprung out. I don’t have the largest cock in the world, but it’s above average in length, slightly above average in girth, and I’ve been told by multiple girls that it’s a pretty looking cock as it’s very symmetrical. Leah moaned as it sprang up to meet her and she wrapped her hand around the base, kissing the tip before taking just the head into her mouth.

Now, at this point I’ve received a fair number of blowjobs. I had a few different girlfriends that were all willing but I had never received a blowjob given with so much passion and selflessness. Leah wanted nothing more than to pleasure my cock and as she took more and more of it into her mouth I was happy to let her work. I leaned back against the counter, ran my hands through her hair and told her how good she looked on her knees with my cock in her mouth.

I’m not sure how long this continued for but I was desperate for more and I pulled her up to her feet while sliding my hand down to her now soaking wet pussy. I circled her clit and she inhaled sharply – sensitive, I filed that away for later – before sliding two fingers into her wet slit. I love foreplay and if she would have let me I would have fingered her, licking and sucking on her small nipples for hours. After a few minutes she whispered into my ear that she wanted my cock inside of her and that we should shower.

She undressed and stepped in to the shower. Spread her legs, put both her hands up the wall, arched her back and waited for me. I paused for a moment as the water ran down her back, falling off her ass or continuing down her legs. Her pink pussy was on display and glistening and I couldn’t believe my luck. I joined her in the shower and positioned myself behind her, reaching down to play with her clit one more time. Under normal circumstances I would have worried about orgasming immediately, after all I had a beautiful girl waiting to get fucked in a shower. This night, however, I was in that lovely sweet spot that the gents reading this will understand. Not so much alcohol that I couldn’t get hard, but enough that my sensitivity was turned way down. When you find that spot, it becomes a bit of a cheat code for sex and I was grateful.

I gripped my cock and teased the head against her lips, feeling her squirm and shift back, desperate for it. So was I and after a moment I pushed it inside, slowly at first then all the way up to the hilt. There is no feeling like the first time you enter a new pussy, I imagine it’s the same for women on the reverse and I was drunk on it. Leah gasped and through the water I heard “Fuck me”.

Yes, ma’am. I gripped both of her curvy hips and began jackhammering my cock into her, watched her ass ripple every time my balls slapped against her clit. Occasionally I would slap her ass and we stayed that way for quite a while, shifting positions slightly. After that I spun her around and entered her from the front, standing missionary. This position doesn’t work with every girl I’ve been with – height, penis/vagina dependant but I really enjoy it and with water splashing on our face and chest we made out and fucked pressed against each other. She pushed me back out of the shower and I sat down on the toilet, Leah straddled me and guided my cock inside before grinding her clit against my stomach.

Leah is the reason I love being ridden and after a few minutes she started to build towards an orgasm. Grinding faster and pushing her clit harder into me before moaning, shaking and falling against my chest. A selfless lover – like I mentioned earlier – as soon as she recovers she starts to bounce on my cock, trying to tip me over the edge. Unfortunately, the Makers Mark has done it’s job and I needed violence if I was going to cum.

I tell Leah to get down on her knees – she readily obeys – and position myself behind her again. This time I’m standing, and squat down to enter her. I set my feet like a powerlifter and start fucking her desperately, grunting and telling her how good her pussy feels and how bad I’ve wanted this. She replies back, cum for me baby, cum for me. Leah reaches back and plays with my balls, telling me to cum all over her ass. That puts me over the edge, I stand up, and stroke my cock blowing one of the largest loads of my life all over her ass and back.

She thanks me and asks if I’d like to spend the night. I don’t need asked twice and am already looking forward to what’s to come.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uduhwc/my_interviewer_f_was_the_best_part_of_my_m_job