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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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As a reminder, this was Part 1
Nina was excited yet nervous. After many years of being a stay at home mum, she was venturing out into the world of work again following a divorce.
Once upon a time she had been a high-flier but now after so long out of work, she felt like a complete beginner.
Having spent a few weeks working on her rather sparse CV and trying to pick up interview tips online, she had managed to secure an interview for an office administrator in a downtown medium-sized law firm.
The day of the interview dawned. She was to interview with one of the senior partners, David Shepherd, a rather serious looking man she had googled on the firms website.
Her interview was at 4pm, a bit late in the day but she assumed it was because he could get his work done and spend an hour or so interviewing. She spent the morning trying to relax and rehearsing answers to commonly asked interview questions. Then she focused on her outfit. To her horror she realised nothing in her wardrobe was suitable enough for an interview or fit her anymore. She had gained a little weight around her tummy and chest and all the zips and buttons strained to close. She started to panic a little. Why hadn’t she checked her outfits before now !?
She looked through her clothes again and right at the back of her closet she found an old black dress she hadn’t worn in about ten years. The material was slightly stretchy and the dress had buttons all down the front. Luckily she managed to squeeze into it without it looking too small. The only drawback was that as soon as she sat down, it rode half way up her thighs. Definitely not interview friendly.
She sighed. Well, too late now, it would have to do. To be honest, as it was her first interview she wasn’t expecting to get the job and was treating it as practice. She gathered the dress, along with the lacy hold ups, lingerie and black high heels she planned to wear and headed to the shower to get ready. She wanted to leave herself enough time to do her make up properly. In the back of her mind she was thinking ugh, heels, can never walk properly in them.
Downtown in his office David Shepherd looked at the papers his secretary had placed in front of him. “Don’t forget the interview at 4, the CV is on your desk”, she had reminded him earlier in the day.
He glanced casually at the CV. Hmmm, a mum returning to work ... he didn’t expect much but they needed another body in the office so it fell to him to interview, even though he was not looking forward to it x
David leaned back in his big leather chair and glanced out of his office window over the view of the City below him. He had done rather well since joining the firm straight out of Uni. He was very bright and had caught the eye of one of the equity partners on joining as a trainee. He was put into one of the teams working on a hugely important suit against a big multi-national. Following a victory against the company in court which David had been instrumental in securing, the firm had been awarded a multi-million pound fee. At that point some of the older partners had retired taking their huge bonuses with them, leaving the way clear for younger fee-earners like David to secure partnerships much earlier in their careers. At 32, David was still young but he felt old and somewhat jaded.
He had begun to date a fellow lawyer, Lisa, about four years ago. She was visually perfect. Tall, skinny, long blonde hair and clever. They made a very attractive couple. After moving in together quickly the rumours didn’t take long to spread amongst family and friends that wedding bells wouldn’t be far off. His mother drove him mad talking about making her a grandmother.
For some reason though, things between him and Lisa had stalled. She had taken a job that took her to Dublin four days out of five. They were still a couple, still did couple-type things together but the initial spark, at least for David, was gone. Sometimes he wondered why they were still together. Too busy at work to break up he thought to himself wryly.
Still, he did look forward to seeing her on Friday evening when she would fly back from Dublin early enough so they could have dinner together.
He glanced at the clock, 3.45. He just had to get this damn interview out of the way then he could leave ….
Nina’s nerves wouldn’t settle. She had barely been able to eat anything for lunch and as the time to set of for the interview approached, she was beginning to feel hungry again. Should she eat something now or wait until after she was done ? She didn’t want her tummy rumbling through the interview but it was too late now.
Why wasn’t anything easy ?
She had taken her time showering and even washing her hair. It was thick and glossy and always at its best a day after washing but she felt the task of blow-drying and straightening it would calm her nerves. She had even shaved her legs, a novel experience since she mostly lived in mum jeans and leggings these days. Putting on a dress felt weird and uncomfortable, as did the stockings and high heels. She felt trussed up and not herself. She sat down in front of the lighted make up mirror and looked at herself.
For her age, 52, she was very well-preserved. Probably because she was mixed-race, her skin was smooth, slightly tan and unlined. She had the odd grey but her hair was still black, thick and glossy. In fact, she was a natural beauty although she would never presume to think of herself like that. After a toxic divorce, any woman’s self-confidence would take a battering and hers had been particularly long and drawn-out.
She’d always been good at putting on makeup simply because she’d never needed much of it. Her eyes were big and brown and her full lips naturally dark pink so just a smear of gloss usually sufficed.
Just for today though she made herself up with a touch more, as if she were going out on a date. Something exciting and different from her normal routine of kids and laundry and cooking and cleaning and being a mum taxi. Something fun and just for herself.
When she was finished, she looked at herself in the full length mirror of her closet. An exotic, pouting beauty gazed back but all she saw was the nerves.
‘For goodness sake Nina, pull yourself together, he’s not going to eat you up!’
She glanced at the time, 3.30, time to head out.
She took a big breath and reached for her handbag. ‘Wish me luck!’ she said to herself, ‘God I hope he’s not a dick’.
Nina arrived at the firms offices and parked in their underground carpark. She made her way through the main reception where she was directed to the 18th floor where David’s office was situated.
Up on this floor the noise from the busy street below was dimmed. There was an air of hushed voices, unhurried calm, sleek furnishings and even sleeker staff. People went from office to office, their footfall silent on thick, luxurious carpet, voices muted, the odd sound of laughter. Everything to Nina, who had spent her fair share of time in lawyers offices during her divorce, smelled of money, success and power. That effortless assertion of confidence, control and of things being easy. That is what it would feel like to work in a place like this Nina thought to herself as she sat in a black leather chair, designed not for comfort, but style. The coffee table in front of her had back issues of Conde Nast Traveller and Businees Week casually strewn across it. Everything and everyone exuded the kind of easy confidence that comes with money and lots of it.
Perversely Nina wasn’t intimated. She had been used to a certain lifestyle before her divorce and whether she knew it or felt it, she was right at home in it. Her dress may have been ten years old but it was a timeless Hugo Boss classic and her shoes were barely worn Coach as was her bag.
For the first time that day, she felt herself visibly relax. She glanced over at the very polished-looking secretary. Suddenly she didn’t feel self-conscious or out of place. Her outfit suited her now as much as it had when she had bought it. The shoes were admittedly uncomfortable but they lengthened her legs which in spite of her age were still shapely and toned.
She may not have withstood a comparison with the gorgeous young girl behind the reception desk, but Nina was reminded that most men who met her invariably described her as ‘stunning’. She smiled to herself. It felt good to be out in the world again and maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t going to be quite as awful as she had imagined ….
4 o’clock. Nina glanced up at the clock on the wall at the same time as Yasmin, David’s assistant, did. She reached for her phone and quietly told David his appointment had arrived.
In his office, David, not one to sit idle while he could be billing a client, had begun to look through a contract. For just those few minutes, the client would be sent a substantial bill, on a pro rata basis in accordance with David’s hourly rate. Putting it to one side, David buzzed Yasmin, ‘send her in’, and he began to look for Nina’s CV.
He still hadn’t found it amongst the tangle of paperwork on his desk when the door opened. Yasmin announced Nina and then closed the door behind her as Nina walked into David’s office.
In that moment as Nina walked in and David looked up, for a few seconds, time stood still for him. Everything faded into the background. All he saw was her face, her eyes, the way her hair fell around her face and onto her shoulders. He found himself catching his breath. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. If his jaw could have physically dropped, it would have hit the floor with a thud.
He stammered. ‘Er .... ‘ Dammit, where the hell was her CV. He rifled through the papers on his desk.
He heard a soft voice with a slight hint of a smile in it.
‘Nina ?’ she said helpfully. Good god, was she laughing at him ? He ran his fingers through his hair. This was not going to plan.
Nina looked on as David finally found her CV and motioned her towards the sofa at the side of his desk.
He held out his hand. ‘Hi Nina, David, thank you so much for coming in today. Please have a seat.’ He took her small soft hand in his big, albeit manicured, manly one, feeling her skin in his palm. It was like silk and he didn’t want to let go.
Nina withdrew her hand. This was not what she had expected. She felt a bit sorry for him. Obviously he had been in the middle of something and he clearly wasn’t used to interviewing. She was also a little surprised. He didn’t look very much like his profile photo on the company website. It must have been taken a few years ago when he was younger, more earnest and serious, trying to look the part of a high-flying lawyer.
The man before her was older with grey beginning to show in his now ruffled hair. He was also a lot taller than she had expected and judging from the way his shirt tucked neatly into his trousers, in very good shape. She had expected someone a little more organised though, so she relaxed and even began to find his obvious lack of preparation, amusing.
David was flustered. Nina sat on the edge of the sofa, her long legs neatly crossed at the ankles. She had beautiful legs. He tried not to look. For God’s sake man, keep it professional !
His mouth was dry. ‘Before we begin, would you like a drink ? Some water ? Tea, coffee ?’
Nina looked at him and thought, he could probably use a glass of water himself.
‘Sure,’ she said, smiling at him, ‘I would love a glass of water.’
That smile again. He smiled back very briefly and fled the room. Yasmin looked up in surprise as he strode past her desk. ‘Everything alright David ?’
‘Yes fine’ David called back as he hurried past Yasmin’s desk towards the staff kitchen, with a brief detour to the men’s room so he could compose himself.
He was in uncharted territory. It wasn’t that he was unused to being around beautiful women. His mother was beautiful, Lisa was gorgeous, all his girlfriends had been model-types. He had been to parties and social events with stunning women littering them. He was also an extremely professional man and believed strongly in women’s rights in the workplace, free from any form of harassment. He conducted high-powered meetings every day all day with other lawyers and bankers. He was known for his intelligence and brilliance, of getting deals done.
And yet, right at this moment, he was hiding in the bathroom from a woman he had just met, a complete stranger to him, because he had looked into her eyes and she had disarmed him.
He looked at himself in the mirror. The man who looked back was the same David. Handsome, rugged, intelligent, formidable.
‘Who are you kidding?’ he thought to himself. He couldn’t get the sound of her laugh out of his head, or forget the fleeting scent of her perfume he had caught when she had sat down. What was that, Prada? Dolce et Gabbana ? The feel of her hand in his. And her legs in those stockings with the lace just showing at the top .... fuck.
Somehow he was going to have to go back in there and conduct a professional interview and not make an idiot of himself in the process. He smiled faintly at himself in the mirror.
Fuck, fuck, fuck …
Nina watched David stride out of his office to get the water. He had a purposeful gait. He belonged here, with all these confident people but for some reason she didn’t get the feeling that he was arrogant. She liked that about him.
She looked around trying to find some clues about him. There was nothing to give anything away about his private life. No photos, nothing on his desk apart from documents, and no framed certificates on the wall about his studies and qualifications That made him instantly more interesting.
I bet he’s married with young kids she thought. He seemed like the kind of man who met and married someone smart like himself at Uni or straight out of Uni. The kind of clever girls who hone straight in on men like David and have them walking down the aisle before you can say ‘I do’.
She smiled to herself. All the good ones were always taken. Story of her life.
When David returned, he had bought two bottles back with him. ‘Wasn’t sure if you preferred still or sparkling?’ he explained, pouring the water out, still for Nina, fizzy for himself.
‘Right,’ he said formally, ‘let’s start shall we ?’ he looked very serious and she couldn’t help but smile. He looked so cute.
David noticed that smile and groaned inwardly. Here he was trying to assert his authority over the interview and this woman was smiling sweetly at him as if he was making small talk about the weather.
‘Tell me about your accomplishments?’ he asked, avoiding eye contact and looking like he was taking notes.
Nina paused. ‘Well, as you can see I have a law degree and post graduate professional certification. I’ve also worked in a legal capacity for a few law firms. For the last few years I’ve taken some family time and have done mostly voluntary work.’
She wasn’t about to get into details about her nasty divorce, how her ex-husband had dragged it out, making her fight for every tiny concession, destroying whatever could’ve been salvaged from their diminishing relationship. Or how the last few years had been a struggle, not only financially but emotionally, trying to regain her self-confidence.
David assumed she was married, probably with a high-earning spouse so she could afford the luxury of staying at home. No wedding band though he noticed.
In fact, he noticed everything physically about her. The softness of her voice, the sheen in her hair, the big, brown eyes that he wanted to stare deeply into. They were magnetic. He kept catching wafts of her perfume and he loved it. He noticed her slim ankles and her skinny wrists, her delicate jewellery and the pout of her gorgeous lips. She didn’t look like she needed any make up but what she had on was tasteful and discreet.
Her dress was buttoned down the front and his thoughts led distractedly to the top button that was undone. He imagined undoing them all until she stood before him in her underwear and he wondered what that would look like.
Nina finished what she had been saying and looked at him expectantly for the next question.
‘Tell me about the volunteering you do?’ He wasn’t really interested, he just wanted her to continue talking so he could carry on with his surreptitious appraisal.
Nina blushed. David looked up when she didn’t reply straightaway.
Dammit, he had made her uncomfortable. ‘You don’t have to answer if you’d rather not, ‘ he hurried to say.
‘No, it’s not that .... I can answer, it’s just that it’s something that not all people want to hear about.’
‘Try me,’ said David, looking at her.
‘Ok,’ Nina took a deep breath. ‘I work for a local women’s refuge. I answer the phone, I help with correspondence, I help women who need shelter and sometimes I babysit when women with children who don’t have childcare have appointments.’ She paused and looked at David, ‘not very glamorous I know but I like doing it.’
David had stopped writing on his notepad. He had been listening intently. There were very few times in his life he felt a wave of respect for someone flood over him like he did now. She was truly a good, kind, decent person. He envied her husband.
He cleared his throat. ‘That’s a very admirable thing to do.’ Nina blushed. If only he knew why she was motivated to do it, but now was not the time and place to divulge that.
After a few more general questions, David wrapped up the interview. He bade Nina goodbye with a handshake and a promise that the firm would be in touch in the next few days.
After she had gone, he slumped back in his chair. Yasmin buzzed him, ‘So ? How did it go ?’ David paused, he had to sound positive without sounding too keen. ‘Do we have any more coming in for interview?’ Yasmin looked through his diary, ‘yes, three next week.’ David was curt, ‘cancel them, I don’t have time. If Ms Holbrook passes the vetting, she’s fine for me.’
Nina got home around 6.30. It was quiet at home, both her teenagers out for the evening. She was going to make the most of not having to cook tonight.
She made herself a large Tanquerey and tonic and headed upstairs. She couldn’t wait to get out of her dress and the stockings and once stripped, into her comfy bathrobe. She ran a hot bath with her favourite bath oil and eased herself into the soapy water, drink at hand, relaxing and reflecting on the afternoon.
She ran her hands over her soapy skin. A few sips of her cocktail had begun to relax her and she was enjoying the sensation of the water on her skin. She’d always preferred a bath to a shower.
She thought about the interview and how David hadn’t been what she expected. In fact, she had found him quite unintimidating. She smiled to herself. I wonder what he thought of me she asked herself, he had been quite inscrutable. Slowly her hands moved across her breasts and nipples, soft in the water but her touch hardening them so two rose brown buds peeked through the bubbles. The aerolas were larger than average and her nipples very sensitive. For some reason she felt incredibly aroused and it was David’s face that she saw in her fantasy. Those arms in that shirt. She pictured him without it and instinctively her hand moved lower, between her legs. Even though she was sitting in a bathtub she could feel the silky wetness between her legs. She caught her breath as her hand moved to part her lips. She imagined David in his home surrounded by little children running around him with hands coated in finger paint, and playdoh, and cupcakes. Somewhere in the background, a wife smiling and laughing with him, kissing him and sleeping in his bed. The perfect family man. Slowly her fingers began to play with her clit. David’s masculinity had aroused her dormant sexuality. As she played with herself she recalled his voice, the command, ‘try me’ and within seconds she had cum, gasping, letting the orgasm ride through her, all the more delicious for being so unexpected.
David managed to finish up his day around 8 pm when his phone pinged. It was a message from Lisa. ‘Delayed overnight in Dub, now arriving tomo am 11.30. Xx’ Short and to the point as was Lisa’s norm. Rather than being disappointed, David was relieved. Contrary to what most people thought about him and his ease in social situations, he was an introvert. He needed to be alone tonight, to think, to process.
He arrived home shortly before 8.30. A two-bedroom apartment in a downtown high-rise, not too far from work. Not quite the penthouse but close enough. Decorated minimally by a leading interior designer, it had beautiful touches but not so formal that it wasn’t also comfortable.
David left his briefcase on the kitchen counter and headed to the master bedroom. He stripped off his shirt and trousers and then his Calvin Klein briefs. He walked over to his ensuite shower and flicked it on and stepped into the hot jets. He leaned forward so his forehead balanced on the marble wall and finally he was able to give vent to the desire that had gripped him when he had set eyes on Nina.
He was already semi-erect when he took hold of his big, thick cock. He groaned. His thoughts came rushing through his head and he saw himself back in his office, this time throwing everything to one side, kneeling before her, running his hands up those silky-stockinged legs. He desperately wondered what that felt like, to go up towards the lace top and feel the skin beyond. His cock was now rock hard in his hand, he was close, breathing heavily. He imagined parting her legs, pulling her panties down, inhaling their scent before burying his face in her pussy. That was all it took. He came hard, spurting his load around the shower. ‘Fuck,’ he groaned. His cock refused to go down and stayed semi-hard as he soaped off and headed to bed. As he lay in the darkness, his cock throbbing, he thought about what she was doing. Was she in bed now pleasing her husband, was he fucking her right now?
He turned over and tried to not to think about it. Jealousy was an unfamiliar emotion for him, it rose like bile in his throat.
His cock was hard again and he wanked slowly imagining her riding him, looking down at him with that smile on her face. He moaned. He wanted to kiss those red lips like he had never wanted anything as much in his life. The thought of them around his cock, sucking and licking, sent him panting over the edge and he came again even harder than the first time.
Sleep was going to be hard to come by tonight ….
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I can’t wait for you to rekindle this one though 
PS-I want to have an interview and find me a David!! 
