The Interview - Sex Stories

The Interview

... take a closer look at these pictures ... with you around so I can compare them. Would that be all right? After lunch, of course.&#034 &#034That's be great.&#034 I winked at him. He responded with a smile. We went back to ordering; the food was delicious! All the while, Phil and Richard both watched me closely, obviously taking pleasure in my appearance. I'd taken care to dress especially for Richard; I didn't want to look too slutty but I did my best to come close. I wore a leather skirt, a very short one. It was decent, all right, but not by much and I knew that it accented my legs perfectly. Under that I wore black fishnets attached to a garter belt that I hoped Richard would get a chance to see later. At this &#034meeting,&#034 perhaps. I had on low boots, black leather, with high heels that raised my ass and legs and made my smooth buttocks, which were tightly covered by the skirt, look like they were just begging to get fucked. On top I wore a clingy red silk shirt, low-cut and unbuttoned even further, with a black demi-bra that let me open my shirt far without showing any of the lace. It was a push-up bra; it pressed my tits together and accented my cleavage, raising them up and making them look even better than ever. The bra only came halfway up my breasts, covering them up to my nipples. That way, if I bent over at all, Richard and Phil could both glance down my shirt and see the pink buds of my erect nipples riding just on the lacy top of my bra. And when I leaned ...

... back or stretched my arms, the hard nipples pressed against the top and showed through nicely. Phil and Richard both watched intently, obviously pleased with my decision to be the slut he'd asked me to be. I knew they'd be even more pleased if they let me prove to them what a slut I really was. What made me so wet, though, was knowing that both Phil and Richard were just aching to let me prove it to them. And I knew quite well that I could do it admirably. I wasn't just acting, I was really attracted to Richard, and of course Phil just made my pussy cream by being there across the table from me. They were both so charming, so in charge, and so seductive. I knew what it was like to fuck Phil, but as I ate the delicious lunch and sipped at my gin and tonic, I wondered just what Richard was like. He was really good-looking; tall and broad, with sharp-cut features and dark hair. His eyes seemed to sparkle every time I caught them; he knew I was just begging for it. I'd caught a glimpse of his crotch as he stood up to shake my hand; I could tell his cock bulged against his pants quite admirably. He was a legend in the industry, not only was he one of the most powerful publishers around, but he was supposed to be a simply incredible fuck. I smiled to myself as I realized I just might get to find out! When we were finished eating, I had another drink. I was beginning to get light-headed, but I knew that wouldn't hurt me. I fuck better when I'm a little tipsy, and right now I was so ...