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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I have to thank this lady, who introduced me to my lovely lady C. It was Trish who I first started encountered at a local recruitment agency through my submission of a job application and in turn she got C and me together. However, Patricia to use her full name, like C was a Worksop lass born and bred, and like C wound up working for the same company. I had put in my application, along with my CV for a temporary position in a local factory, and someone somewhere must've liked what they saw because I got an interview. So, come the day, suited and booted, hair cut, clean shaven and smelling nice I went to The Danum Hotel for said interview, and after waiting for what seemed like an age I was shown into a room where the only occupant was a stunning mature lady. I was absolutely gobsmacked, and had to tink on my feet hoping I hadn't voiced my first thought of I'd love to fuck you all over this room, This lady was Patricia, and she had PRESENCE in spades! Now as I've said she was stunning, her short blonde hair was immaculately groomed, and most women I knew would've paid good money to have make up lippy and nails such as hers, she was tanned,and had gorgeous blue eyes. Her attire was superb, a low-ish cut to her blouse and an above the knee grey pencil skirt, obviously part of a suit, the jacket was draped over the back of her interviewing chair, her footwear was stunning, What I'd describe grey patent leather 'Come Fuck Me Shoes with ankle straps and open toes that showed her beautifully painted toe nails. Her legs were bare and tanned, and when she stood she towered over my 5'9" due mainly to the heels of her shoes. However, the interview was so clichéd and crass like something The Office's David Brent might've pulled off without any trace of irony. Her opening I'm Patricia, my Husband Calls me Pat, my Colleagues call me Trish but you can call me Mrs Webster. Ok well didn't expect too much seeing as I'd never met the lady before, then the killer. So, Tell me your story! I almost d trying to stop the huge guffaw that was building in my chest from trying to escape, and after I'd recovered, recounted my working history and fleshed out the bones where she pressed for more detailed answers. The interview lasted about 90 minutes and I thought 'Job Done' as I left the Danum. It was not o be, three days later the consolation letter dropped through my letter box and it was back to the drawing board. I continued to do odd jobs and apply for jobs until one day out of the blue I received a phone call that started with a breathless: ' Hi It's Trish Here, Mrs Webster? Look I'm just round the corner from you and wondered if I could just pop in to see you? It's not that I visit job applicants in their homes but I may have a job that you might be interested in. Can I pop in to see you?' I had to warn her that I had just returned from one of my long runs and was still in my running gear and not a pretty sight. Mrs Webster said she didn't mind and asked if I'd be a civilised lad and get the kettle on? Cya in a few mins then. Bye! I was intrigued but in two minds whether to hear her out or give her a cuppa then send her packing without hearing her out. Anyway I don't know which corner she was 'Just round' it must've been in Timbuktu, given the time it took her to arrive , but when she did it was in style! Firstly I saw a dark blue Saab convertible pull up on my drive and after a respectable pause, I saw a blonde vision touching up her lippy in the rear view mirror, then she preened a bit and when she exited her car smoothed down the cream pencil skirt that was part of a very expensive looking suit, her heels again were of the spectacularly black patent come fuck me variety, again with around the ankle straps, bare looking legs and a heavy briefcase. I was thinking allsorts, surely this lady doesn't dress like this for work every day, if not was it for my benefit, what would happen, I could feel my heartbeat heavily in my chest and butterflies in my tummy and yes the stirrings of an erection. I opened the door before Mrs Webster had chance to knock or ring the bell which casued her to utter a little Ooh! I may not have mentioned but she had a quite sexy, husky voice when she spoke which was a big turn on for me, and yes another low cut blouse to reveal her fabulous cleavage, as she entered my hallway she asked, 'where do you want me?' which was as ambiguous as it was ordinary. I directed her to the living room and she sat on my low leather sofa and crossed her immaculate tanned bare legs, She obviously saw my eyes linger a bit longer on her legs and boobs as she smiled and asked. 'Now about that tea?' |
