Humpingharry
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Another true story!
So I decided to hire a sales person.
After a day of lack lustre candidates, a car pulls into the car park and out hops a lady in a purple silk blouse and shortish skirt, sporting heels and what could be black sheer tights or stockings.
So I asked if her name was Emma, assuming she was my next interviewee. "Yes babe, that would be me", she said thrusting her hand forward to greet me.
Babe! I thought to myself. Hardly a formal greeting fit for an interview, but hey, last candidate of the day I thought to myself. Soon be home.
I did the usual, "would you like a coffee, tea or water", pleasantrys one does. "Please take a seat", I asked. Well, when she sat down, I had arranged the chairs to be facing each other with no desk. Less formal I thought. As she sat down, her skirt made that kind of squeaking rubber sound and the slit in the middle came slightly apart. Along with that, her cleavage pulled at the buttons on her blouse and I could catch the faintest glimspe of bra material.......black lace.
I tried to keep my focus on Emma's face as I began with my first question, "So Emma, tell me what led you to apply for the role?". Just then she adjusts herself and the slit in the skirt parts a little further. Now I can see a decent view of matching black knickers.
Keep your eyes aloft, I keep telling myself. If she catches you, it'll be a sexual harrassment case or something. As the interview progresses, she continues to move and reposition herself. Sometimes, she pulls her skirt as if to cover herself. Other times it just slips again and I get another view. This goes on for a good 20mins or so.
Then she goes to switch direction uncrossing her legs and as she does, I get a full flash of her black lacey knickers. I can just make out a lovely looking little mound trying to push into the gusset. I am now starting to get somewhat aroused as I fight between looking and trying not to look. Or rather trying to not get caught looking.
Then as I snatch a quick peek and look back up, I see she is smiling. Fuck I think, she's seen me looking. I try to recompose myself, when I see her uncross her legs again and leave them uncrossed. Surely she must know I can see. Then I look at her, at I spot it. The look of willing playfulness. She's showing me on purpose!
I continue with the questions, which are now becoming more casual and non-descript. She moves and eases her legs slightly wider and rests her hand in her lap. She moves again and this time the skirt rides up slightly. In the light, I can now make the outline of a crease in her knickers. It's a cameltoe!
I now have to fight to disguise my growing erection. Crossing my legs and laying my writing pad on my lap.
"Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" she asks. Still flustering I say "Yes, of course. Just down that hall on the right." She stands and heads off down the hall, leaving me sat there with my hard on. By the time she returns, I've settled down a bit. She sits back down and it starts again, he skirt moves and I can see.
Then I notice her blouse! The two buttons near the top have come undone, or did she undo them? Either way, she is now displaying a majestic cleavage and the lacey tops of her bra cups are visible. She's doing it on purpose I thought. It has to be.
I ask more questions, she answers more questions. She opens her legs, I get a hard on again. Now my mind is starting to wonder how great my head would look in between those breasts and how much I'd love to slide my hand inside those knickers. Again she catches me looking and at this point, I know she's showing herself to me.
Eventually there are no more questions to ask so I conclude the interview. She stands up and she shakes my hand. She continues to shake my hand almost too much and for too long. As oddly as it began, she hops back in her car giving me another flash before she departs.
For the rest of the day, my mind is drawn back to the interview with Emma. I wonder what she would have done had I told her I could see her knickers? Or if I'd got up and just pulled my cock out, would she have responded. All these crazy thoughts keep me entertained for the next few hours or so.
Then I receive a text message......it's from Emma thanking me for the interview............and "I hope you enjoyed the show?"
"I knew she was doing it on purpose!" I say, almost out loud. I immediately text her back. "Thank you Emma for attending today, I enjoyed meeting you and seeing what you had to offer!" There I thought, not completely blatent but subtle enough to be obvious.
Within a couple of mintues of me sending, my phone pinged. "You didn't get to see what I had to offer. You just saw the window dressing x"
Wow I thought. How am I supposed to take that. Was she trying to goad me, or just being playfully suggestive? Now what the fuck do I say, feeling like a teenager again! After what felt like an age, I messaged her back "It's a shame the window dressing was in the way then isn't it?" I smile to myself. Still subtle but getting more suggestive all the while.
Ping! Another message "Maybe you should remove the window dressing and explore what's on offer then?" There's a question mark at the end. It's like she's asking me if I want to undress her or something. My mind is not playing all sorts of games, wondering what to say next. Wondering if I'm misreading the whole thing. Time to find out, so I text her back. "Just to be clear, in my head I read your message as you want me to strip you of your underwear and pleasure you? Or am I wide of the mark?"
No sooner had I sent it, Ping! "Well, are you up for a little reality fantasy play then?"
Fantasy play? What the heck does that mean? My mind spasms once again. "What did you have in mind?" I reply.
"I think you should meet me at a carpark that is nice and secluded. When you arrive, I will be waiting in my car. What comes next, you decide?" I read the text a couple of times. She wants to meet in a carpark. She's into dogging.
Time to ramp it up, I reply, "When we meet, we shouldn't say anything to each other. You lean up against your car facing it. I will come up behind you and grope you. How does that sound?" Nervously I send it waiting for the reply.
Once again, the familiar ping tells me she's thought about it and replied. I open the text "God that sounds perfect. Are you going to fuck me or just fondle me?"
I feel the wave of arousal and excitement wash over me. My cock goes hard and I'm texting immediately. "If you want to be fucked, I can oblige." Then I add "So are we doing this then, for real?". I send it and waiting hoping she means it for real.
"Yes, meet me here (location redacted!) at 9:30pm this evening. You know my car."
So it's on I say smiling! Fuck I can't believe this is happening!
Fast forward to 9:30pm and I'm just arriving at the car park as planned. As I drive around the carpark, I spot her car tucked in a dark tree line where no lights are. It's pitch black. I pull up near to her car, leaving a good 10M distance. After a few minutes, the car door opens and out she gets. She is still in the same skirt and blouse from what I can see. I wait a moment and she turns and leans against her car facing it.
Heart beating like a freight train, I exit my car and begin walking over to her. I have no idea in my head how to even start or what to do first. As I approach her, she pushes he bum out slightly. My hands instantly gravitate towards it and I slide my hands over her leather covered arse. Within a few seconds I slide my hand down and feel the tops of stockings and flesh. I then ride the skirt up and over her bum. I am greeted with a gorgeous pantiless bottom. I stroke her bum, feeling smooth soft skin. Her bum is just big enough to have a nice little wobble as I pat it and she jumps.
I slip my hand down between her bum cheeks and feel her soft wet lips as my fingers slip between them. I ride my hand back and forth getting it wet from her juices. She's soaking wet and I can feel her juices running down my hand. I part her lips and slide my fingers up into her and start fingering her hard and rough. She likes it, moaning in response.
I'm already highly aroused and wild with excitement. I stand up and pull my cock out of my trouser in an almost caveman style frustration. I press my cock against her arse and she reaches behind, grabbing my with her hand. She wiggles her bum guiding me to the spot and then slides her pussy backwards onto me. I'm inside her.
In a frenzy of fucking and grabbing her breasts, it's only moments before I tell her I'm going to cum. "You can cum inside me, I'm on the pill" she says. Without even waiting for permission, I ejaculate, shooting hot cum inside her. I groan as I erupt and then flop against her as it subsides.
We stand their, my cock inside her, shrinking as time goes on. Then she pulls a pair of knickers from her pocket and pulls away from me. She slips the knickers on before too much of my cum leaks from her. She then turns, smiles at me and walks back to her care, while I stand there, cock still on show.
Then like it was nothing, she jumps into her car and drives away. Tucking myself back in, I return to my car to make my way home.
I arrive home still wondering if I'd just dreamt the whole thing. Soon after I get home, my phone goes and I see a message from Emma "That's just as I fantasised. I'm now at home with my mum and sister having dinner with your cum still in my knickers! Want to do it again sometime?"
A large smile dons my face as I imagine the scene around their dinner table. "Yes I said, I would definitely love to do you again x".
**** like and let me know what you think ****
There is a second part to this story, I might share if you're interested.
So I decided to hire a sales person.
After a day of lack lustre candidates, a car pulls into the car park and out hops a lady in a purple silk blouse and shortish skirt, sporting heels and what could be black sheer tights or stockings.
So I asked if her name was Emma, assuming she was my next interviewee. "Yes babe, that would be me", she said thrusting her hand forward to greet me.
Babe! I thought to myself. Hardly a formal greeting fit for an interview, but hey, last candidate of the day I thought to myself. Soon be home.
I did the usual, "would you like a coffee, tea or water", pleasantrys one does. "Please take a seat", I asked. Well, when she sat down, I had arranged the chairs to be facing each other with no desk. Less formal I thought. As she sat down, her skirt made that kind of squeaking rubber sound and the slit in the middle came slightly apart. Along with that, her cleavage pulled at the buttons on her blouse and I could catch the faintest glimspe of bra material.......black lace.
I tried to keep my focus on Emma's face as I began with my first question, "So Emma, tell me what led you to apply for the role?". Just then she adjusts herself and the slit in the skirt parts a little further. Now I can see a decent view of matching black knickers.
Keep your eyes aloft, I keep telling myself. If she catches you, it'll be a sexual harrassment case or something. As the interview progresses, she continues to move and reposition herself. Sometimes, she pulls her skirt as if to cover herself. Other times it just slips again and I get another view. This goes on for a good 20mins or so.
Then she goes to switch direction uncrossing her legs and as she does, I get a full flash of her black lacey knickers. I can just make out a lovely looking little mound trying to push into the gusset. I am now starting to get somewhat aroused as I fight between looking and trying not to look. Or rather trying to not get caught looking.
Then as I snatch a quick peek and look back up, I see she is smiling. Fuck I think, she's seen me looking. I try to recompose myself, when I see her uncross her legs again and leave them uncrossed. Surely she must know I can see. Then I look at her, at I spot it. The look of willing playfulness. She's showing me on purpose!
I continue with the questions, which are now becoming more casual and non-descript. She moves and eases her legs slightly wider and rests her hand in her lap. She moves again and this time the skirt rides up slightly. In the light, I can now make the outline of a crease in her knickers. It's a cameltoe!
I now have to fight to disguise my growing erection. Crossing my legs and laying my writing pad on my lap.
"Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" she asks. Still flustering I say "Yes, of course. Just down that hall on the right." She stands and heads off down the hall, leaving me sat there with my hard on. By the time she returns, I've settled down a bit. She sits back down and it starts again, he skirt moves and I can see.
Then I notice her blouse! The two buttons near the top have come undone, or did she undo them? Either way, she is now displaying a majestic cleavage and the lacey tops of her bra cups are visible. She's doing it on purpose I thought. It has to be.
I ask more questions, she answers more questions. She opens her legs, I get a hard on again. Now my mind is starting to wonder how great my head would look in between those breasts and how much I'd love to slide my hand inside those knickers. Again she catches me looking and at this point, I know she's showing herself to me.
Eventually there are no more questions to ask so I conclude the interview. She stands up and she shakes my hand. She continues to shake my hand almost too much and for too long. As oddly as it began, she hops back in her car giving me another flash before she departs.
For the rest of the day, my mind is drawn back to the interview with Emma. I wonder what she would have done had I told her I could see her knickers? Or if I'd got up and just pulled my cock out, would she have responded. All these crazy thoughts keep me entertained for the next few hours or so.
Then I receive a text message......it's from Emma thanking me for the interview............and "I hope you enjoyed the show?"
"I knew she was doing it on purpose!" I say, almost out loud. I immediately text her back. "Thank you Emma for attending today, I enjoyed meeting you and seeing what you had to offer!" There I thought, not completely blatent but subtle enough to be obvious.
Within a couple of mintues of me sending, my phone pinged. "You didn't get to see what I had to offer. You just saw the window dressing x"
Wow I thought. How am I supposed to take that. Was she trying to goad me, or just being playfully suggestive? Now what the fuck do I say, feeling like a teenager again! After what felt like an age, I messaged her back "It's a shame the window dressing was in the way then isn't it?" I smile to myself. Still subtle but getting more suggestive all the while.
Ping! Another message "Maybe you should remove the window dressing and explore what's on offer then?" There's a question mark at the end. It's like she's asking me if I want to undress her or something. My mind is not playing all sorts of games, wondering what to say next. Wondering if I'm misreading the whole thing. Time to find out, so I text her back. "Just to be clear, in my head I read your message as you want me to strip you of your underwear and pleasure you? Or am I wide of the mark?"
No sooner had I sent it, Ping! "Well, are you up for a little reality fantasy play then?"
Fantasy play? What the heck does that mean? My mind spasms once again. "What did you have in mind?" I reply.
"I think you should meet me at a carpark that is nice and secluded. When you arrive, I will be waiting in my car. What comes next, you decide?" I read the text a couple of times. She wants to meet in a carpark. She's into dogging.
Time to ramp it up, I reply, "When we meet, we shouldn't say anything to each other. You lean up against your car facing it. I will come up behind you and grope you. How does that sound?" Nervously I send it waiting for the reply.
Once again, the familiar ping tells me she's thought about it and replied. I open the text "God that sounds perfect. Are you going to fuck me or just fondle me?"
I feel the wave of arousal and excitement wash over me. My cock goes hard and I'm texting immediately. "If you want to be fucked, I can oblige." Then I add "So are we doing this then, for real?". I send it and waiting hoping she means it for real.
"Yes, meet me here (location redacted!) at 9:30pm this evening. You know my car."
So it's on I say smiling! Fuck I can't believe this is happening!
Fast forward to 9:30pm and I'm just arriving at the car park as planned. As I drive around the carpark, I spot her car tucked in a dark tree line where no lights are. It's pitch black. I pull up near to her car, leaving a good 10M distance. After a few minutes, the car door opens and out she gets. She is still in the same skirt and blouse from what I can see. I wait a moment and she turns and leans against her car facing it.
Heart beating like a freight train, I exit my car and begin walking over to her. I have no idea in my head how to even start or what to do first. As I approach her, she pushes he bum out slightly. My hands instantly gravitate towards it and I slide my hands over her leather covered arse. Within a few seconds I slide my hand down and feel the tops of stockings and flesh. I then ride the skirt up and over her bum. I am greeted with a gorgeous pantiless bottom. I stroke her bum, feeling smooth soft skin. Her bum is just big enough to have a nice little wobble as I pat it and she jumps.
I slip my hand down between her bum cheeks and feel her soft wet lips as my fingers slip between them. I ride my hand back and forth getting it wet from her juices. She's soaking wet and I can feel her juices running down my hand. I part her lips and slide my fingers up into her and start fingering her hard and rough. She likes it, moaning in response.
I'm already highly aroused and wild with excitement. I stand up and pull my cock out of my trouser in an almost caveman style frustration. I press my cock against her arse and she reaches behind, grabbing my with her hand. She wiggles her bum guiding me to the spot and then slides her pussy backwards onto me. I'm inside her.
In a frenzy of fucking and grabbing her breasts, it's only moments before I tell her I'm going to cum. "You can cum inside me, I'm on the pill" she says. Without even waiting for permission, I ejaculate, shooting hot cum inside her. I groan as I erupt and then flop against her as it subsides.
We stand their, my cock inside her, shrinking as time goes on. Then she pulls a pair of knickers from her pocket and pulls away from me. She slips the knickers on before too much of my cum leaks from her. She then turns, smiles at me and walks back to her care, while I stand there, cock still on show.
Then like it was nothing, she jumps into her car and drives away. Tucking myself back in, I return to my car to make my way home.
I arrive home still wondering if I'd just dreamt the whole thing. Soon after I get home, my phone goes and I see a message from Emma "That's just as I fantasised. I'm now at home with my mum and sister having dinner with your cum still in my knickers! Want to do it again sometime?"
A large smile dons my face as I imagine the scene around their dinner table. "Yes I said, I would definitely love to do you again x".
**** like and let me know what you think ****
There is a second part to this story, I might share if you're interested.
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