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The Interview
Date: 2/24/2016, Categories: First Time Masturbation Author: kevinc69
It was the moment of truth; they had chatted online for a little over one week now, but finally, she would get to meet the man she had fallen in love with over the internet. He had kindly offered her a possible job as his care assistant if she thought she could handle working for him, but this was obviously based on the assumption that they hit it off in real life and that she could do the job. "A little cooking, cleaning and ironing doesn't hurt anyone" thought Beth as she walked up the path of his small house for her interview. She looked down at herself before she knocked on the door to check that she really had picked the right clothes combination; she had selected an attractive set of lilac satin underwear comprising of g-string and bra, coupled with a black low-buttoned blouse, knee length black skirt and three inch high black boots. She took a few deep breaths before pressing the door bell. "Would he like me, or was this just destined to be a huge disaster", she was musing when the door opened and she was greeted by someone she knew from photographs had to be Tom. The large dirty grin that greeted her from the wheelchair-bound person at the door was enough for her to know that the clothing was suitable, and as she bent over to give him a small kiss on the cheek, she could see his eyes wandering to her large cleavage exposed by the low-cut blouse. The kiss moved from cheek to mouth as a weak arm lifted itself from the arm-rest of his wheelchair and ...
... Tom's hand stroked the side of her face and turned her mouth to his. Tongues met and intertwined for many seconds before they broke off their passionate kiss and she stepped through the doorway of his house. "If you'd like to come into my bedroom, I think we'll do the interview in there" he said to her after first introducing her to the other two care assistants who lived in the house. She stepped in to his bedroom and immediately saw a collection of computers and hi-fi equipment that made the room look like a shrine to technology. The only place to sit was on the edge of his bed and she hitched herself up onto its high edge and crossing her legs in a lady-like fashion to preserve her modesty. He closed the door as he entered, selected a good poppy CD from the rack and then turned to face her. He eyed her up from black boots, past her still slightly exposed cleavage, up to her face and pretty blonde hair. He was transfixed by the whole package and could barely utter a word. She broke the ice by uncrossing her legs and started swinging them like a small c***d on a swing. As she uncrossed them, Tom got a glimpse of thigh flesh coupled with the purple crotch of her panties. She motioned him to move his wheelchair closer so that she could share his footrests. As he moved close she placed her feet up higher than originally intended, using his lap as a cushion; she knew this was just a ploy to see more of her thighs and panties and didn't fail to accommodate him, as she lifted ...