Claire stood beside him, allowing her arm to settle across his shoulders. “How’s that?” she said leaning over him. She noticed Bobby looking down her cleavage before he answered.
“It depends — some might find it OK, some might not. Go on: do something a bit more risque.”
“Oh, I know!” She turned to stand in front of Bobby and sat down on his lap face-to-face, straddling him with her legs apart. “What about this?”
He replied, “Hmmm, I suppose you could just be looking for a place to sit if there were no other chairs in the room.
Claire hadn’t thought of that. “OK, how about this?” She began to grind her peachy firm arse over Bobby’s crotch, certain that this would be going too far.
Bobby took his time to consider, idly feeling her breasts while she rubbed herself on him.
Eventually he replied, “Perhaps you could just be scratching your bottom.”
Claire thought that surely there were better ways to scratch her bum but bowed to Bobby’s superior knowledge.
“OK, what if I did this?” she asked, yanking down her dress and bra and pulling Bobby’s face towards her huge fat tits with their small high red nipples.
Bobby took an age to answer this time. As he held her boobs together and buried his nose into her cleavage, she guessed that this situation really would be considered harassment. And when he started to lick and suck her nipples, moaning as his cock twitched against her crotch, she was sure.
This continued for a few more minutes until Claire, acutely conscious that she could feel his full erection under her arse, asked, “Er, Bobby?”
Bobby looked up, his expression befuddled. “What? Oh, yes. Sorry?”
“Am I harassing you?” she asked a touch impatiently.
“Er, yes. I think I can safely say that this would be going perhaps a step too far in the office.”
“Oh, great! I got it right!” Claire laughed enthusiastically, bouncing up and down on Bobby’s lap.
“Yes, very good,” he confirmed in a high voice.
“So do I get the job?” Claire asked with anticipation.
Bobby shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
“Oh, I don’t know, Claire. You’ve done very well. You’re definitely attractive enough. You are difficult to disconcert. You were very professional with Kevin. And you can recognise sexual harassment. It’s just that I’m struggling to make a decision. For some reason, I feel distracted.” His erection twitched under her pussy.
“Um, would it help if I got of your lap?” Claire asked, jumping off.
Bobby reached up with his left hand and squeezed her butt. “No, I still feel a little preoccupied. I don’t know what it is but just can’t decide!” he said, shaking his head.
Claire glanced down at his crotch. She could clearly see his hard-on bulging in his trousers. A thought came to her.
Bobby had been so focused on interviewing her that he didn’t realise that he had developed an erection when she had writhed around on his lap! Knowing men the way she did, Claire wasn’t in the least surprised that Bobby was struggling to decide anything with a hard penis!
“Er, Bobby. I think I know what’s distracting you,” she said.
He looked up from breasts, which he had been unconsciously studying. “Really? What is it?”
Claire pointed between his legs. “Look!”
Bobby looked down. “Oh no! How embarrassing! How did that happen?”
Claire blushed as she explained. “Oh, I think it was my fault. You know, when I was rubbing my arse on your cock. Sorry!”
“Ah, yes. That explains. In any case, I think you’re right. Oh, well. I’ll just have to make a decision tomorrow. I think a couple more people are coming to see me later in any case. I should probably meet them before I make a final decision,” he said.
Claire’s eyes widened in alarm. If he were to see someone else then there was just a chance she might lose the job. She had to do something!
“No wait! Maybe I can help to ease your distraction,” she said, kneeling down in front of him.
“Claire, whatever can you mean?” Bobby asked, looking down at her stunning upturned face.
“Well, I know it’s not very usual but I do feel a guilty about making you hard so I was just wondering if I could make it better for you,” she suggested. “You know, give you some relief.”
“I see. Well I just don’t know. I mean I know earlier on I did thrust my hard penis in and out of your delightful pussy but that was just part of our client training. Hmmm, well I suppose there’s no real harm in it. After all we’re both professionals. Go on then. I’ll let you suck me off.”
Claire, who had been about to offer him a handjob was slightly taken aback by his request for oral sex but recovered quickly. After all, she needed him back to a state in which he could make a decision and if she had to use her able mouth to do so then so be it.
She unzipped his flies and released his cock before licking the end with her long pink tongue, swirling it around under his loose foreskin, doing her best to ignore the heady taste of her own pussy. Then she licked her way down his thick shaft, planting the occasional kiss on his turgid member until she got to his heavy balls which she tongued lovingly. After sucking each of them in turn she began to slowly masturbate him with both hands whilst flicking the very tip of her tongue all over his glans, leaving it wet with her saliva.
Bobby began to moan in pleasure as she gently sucked his dong whilst unhurriedly bobbing her head up and down. Gradually she increased the suction on his cock as well as the pace of her bobbing until her head was a blur on him.
Despite his recent climax, it took no more than ten minutes of frenetic sucking and slurping before Bobby exploded in her mouth, rewarding her determined diligence with a large mouthful of creamy sharp spunk.
Claire swallowed without thought, making sure she lapped up the last few drops that oozed from the slit of his penis. Then with a satisfied kiss, she tucked him back into his pants and zipped him back up.
She looked up at Bobby with her sparkling green eyes and smiled. “So, do I get the job?”
Bobby nodded, “You start tomorrow!”