Hands On My Body - Sex Stories

Hands On My Body

... should you be the one I choose?"

She paused for a moment and our eyes locked in a few seconds longer than they should have.

"Because, Mr. Booth. I will do anything this internship requires. And I can guarantee you...I will work harder and longer and more efficiently than any of the other eleven candidates."

Her answer floated out there as we looked at each other and let the moment linger.

I stood up, reached out my hand and shook hers as she followed suit. Her hand conformed wonderfully to mine and the firmness of her grip and her steady eye contact made me smile.

"We shall let you know, Ms. Wilcox,,,err, Grace," I smiled. "Thank you for coming in today."

As she started to leave she paused and turned back to me.

"Oh, I should mention, Mr. Booth. I have applied for several other internships and have already been offered two of them. But, I want you to know I'm not replying to anyone else...until I hear from you. This is the internship I want." She held my gaze steadily, smiled and turned to go.

I watched her exit -- her tight young ass swaying ever so slightly in black - and smiled to myself. I knew I had found my intern for the summer.

GRACE

I left the interview feeling good, but with my head spinning. I was surprised by a couple of things. First, was how attracted I was to Mr. Booth. I had not expected that. Second, I was interested in the fact that he hadn't really checked out my body the way most older men do. He had a certain nonchalance ...

... that both intrigued and excited me.

I felt quite confident I would get a second interview -- just a vibe I felt. And I knew that, if I did, I would ace it and become the next summer intern for StudioX. That confidence was strong enough to let me hold off on responding to the other offers I'd received. Something told me I'd know within a day.

Sure enough, Mr. Booth's assistant, Penny, emailed me the next day with a suggested time and date for a second interview. It was a bit inconvenient to travel all the way back to Charlottesville a second time, but I knew it would be worth it.

This time I would dress a bit differently. I wanted to see if Mr. Booth would crack like most men and let his eyes wander over my body. I'd felt a bit arrogant telling him that my friends would describe me as beautiful, but the fact is, it was true. Mr. Booth could see that for himself.

What he couldn't see were the curves I'd decided to downplay for the first interview. I have a petite frame, but have been blessed with natural C cups on a 30-inch torso. They have served me well with the male species and, if I'm totally honest, with the female side of the equation as well. I've mastered the art of showing them off when I need to. And I knew that I was going to put Mr. Booth's eyes and mind to the test the next time we met.

I'm soon to be a rising senior at a very prestigious university in the northeast. My parents had wanted me to stay in-state, but I had wanted to get away and have the ...