“Michi?” My intercom squawks, making me slam my desk in surprise; I must have been daydreaming. "Michi, your three o’clock is here to see you.“
Fuck. I don’t remember scheduling any appointments today. But there it is, staring at me from my Outlook calendar: 3:00-4:00 pm, internship interview, Trevor L. I squint one eye shut. Trevor is a very, very familiar name.
So is the handsome black man who peeks in the door. He gives me a big, sloppy grin. "Knock knock.”
“Oh my god.” I manage to hide the phrase in a giant, unladylike bite of warm tuna sandwich. "Trevor! Trevor, hi, come on in.“ I know I’m blushing like a tomato and my hands are shaking. I look exaggeratedly beneath piles of paperwork for a napkin, trying to catch sideways glimpses of him, to size him up.
He is clean-shaven and lean, a little leaner than the last time we met. The last time! I can hardly think straight. Trevor works for our vending machine company, and three months ago, I fucked him after hours against the snack machine. It was hot and I’ve masturbated to it almost every night. Now here he is, dressed to the nines, and my panties are uncomfortably wet.
I squirm and point to the chair across from me, with the safety of my monitor and the paperwork between us. "I’m sorry. I’m so rude. Have a seat! I’m Michi, and – ”
“I remember you,” he says in his soft, honey-like voice. I melt helplessly into my seat.
“Of c-course,” I manage, with minimal stuttering. I try to regain my businesswoman composure, tapping his file on the desk brusquely. But our eyes meet and I’m lost again. "I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were interested in an internship here.“
"Just trying to get my feet,” he drawls, his gaze never leaving my face. My blouse is one too many buttons undone, I realize, but he’s looking me nobly in the eyes. "Get out of the vending business.“ A flash of very white teeth and a big, flat tongue behind.
And I desperately want that tongue all over my body. "Well,” I say, trying to be casual as I stand and cross the room to close the blinds, “I think we can work something out.”
He half-rises as it dawns on him, but I make it back to straddle him before he can leave the chair. "I can’t stop thinking about you,“ I breathe in his ear, my chest heaving; I’ve lost all pretense of professionalism. I reach back and free my hair so that it cascades around his face, walling us in so we can only grope with our lips. His hands reach up and take my face and my fantasy is alive once more: his hands explore the nooks and crannies of my blouse, my pencil skirt. He finds the waist of my lacy thong and tugs it away.
I go after his well-ironed pants. As I try to wrangle the zipper, I toss my head back. "How the hell did you get such a perfect crease? Fuck I can’t use an iron.”
He laughs, almost a giggle, and kisses behind my ear, making it a thousand times harder to get him free. Finally, squirming, I unleash his ready cock, sprouting out of his pants like a welcoming totem. With a relieved sigh, I straddle him again and ease him inside.
This time, I expect his size, but he still fills my tiny cunt to satisfaction. I inhale like a swimmer emerging from the depths and he lets out his breath in an inverse echo. My knees dig into the arms of the chair as I raise and lower myself on him, once, twice, faster, dripping down the length I have not yet swelled to accommodate.
Trevor smacks my ass. Between the surprise and the pleasure, I squeeze and gasp and come on him. I can barely keep my eyes open and I know my hair is in his face, but then he cries out and lunges up, holding me as close as he can. We bind at the waist until our climaxes subside.
Panting, I sit up and clear my throat. "Well. I think you’ll be perfect for the position.“
His eyes are already alight with post-coitus contentment, but they sparkle with a genuine joy. "Really?”
I gingerly displace myself and return to my seat. My skirt gets straightened, my top rebuttoned. Then I lean palms-down across the desk. "We work well together, you know how this place functions – and besides, from what I’ve seen, you do a very thorough job.“ And I give him one of my most charming smiles.
He’s beaming from ear to ear, zipping up his pants even as he extends a hand to me. "Thank you so much, Michi,” he says, pumping my hand with as much enthusiasm as he pumped his cock into me. "I promise I won’t let you down.“
I grin, unable to contain it. "I’m counting on it.”