Day three part one
The next morning I stayed in bed, hugging his pillow and taking in the scent of him as he slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before wandering into the front room.
A couple of minutes later I heard him on the running machine, he must have taken it from the spare room and set it up.
For fifteen minutes I heard the slap of rubber soles on the belt of the treadmill, a steady and constant beat that reminded me of how we fucked in the rain last week at the Leas on the Isle of Sheppey.
I must have dozed back off again because the next thing I knew was him bringing me a cuppa, the quilt fell away as I sat up, exposing my naked breasts. It still felt so strange to sleep naked but I was growing accustomed to it quick enough.
"I'm going to head off shortly" He said as I took the mug from him.
"I'll text you after the interview.." I inhaled the scent of the tea and watched as he got dressed, peeling off his towel I realised he must have had a shower whilst I dozed.
I looked at the clock.
7:56
Oh hell! My interview was in barely an hour.
Five minutes later he was dressed and gone with the briefest of kisses.
I pulled the quilt away, got up, stretching and opened the wardrobe.
My few belongings sat or hung there, including the balls.
A pair of slipper like shoes, hold ups, my red sheer knickers, an the long summer dress..
I took the balls out and put them on the bed as well smiling to myself.
The interview was going to be boring and I'd go into town afterwards, just to look at the other charity shops, those sorts of places always need managers..
One quick shower later, and touch up with the razor, towelling off my hair and braiding it into a single long ponytail, a slurp of cool, and rather yucky, tea, a small bowl of cereal and then back to the bedroom to get dressed.
I had no clean bra's! I wasn't going to an interview in one I'd worn the day before, I do have some standards you know.
I'd have to go without. The dress was fine, nothing would show.
I took one of the hold ups and eased my foot into it, the dark but sheer fabric touching my skin sent a ripple of excitement throughout my body.
As I drew it up my leg I became aroused at the sensation of it, my legs were slick and smooth and the fabric clung perfectly.
I put the other one on, my arousal mounting. My nipples hardened.
I looked at the clock half eight.
The shop was only a minutes walk away..
Laying back I pulled my hand along the fabric, across the band of thick white lace, and gently to my sex.
The perfume of arousal grew as I slipped a finger into the cleft, to the hood of my clit, stroking it languorously, drawing the finger from below I stroked my nipples.
There wasn't going to be time for satisfaction I realised.
I'd be going to the interview horny and smelling of sex.
I reached for the balls, they wouldn't need any lubricant, and eased the first and then second in. Feeling fuller I reached for the sheer red knickers and pulled them on, rearranging the silicone string of the balls so it rubbed against my clitorous under the fabric of the knickers.
The dress went on, followed by the flat shoes.
I looked at the clock.
Fifteen minutes.
A small bit of makeup, a little eye liner and lipstick.
Done!
I slipped the key into my handbag and went out, using the lift to study myself in as I rode to the bottom.
The balls juddering inside me as the lift came to a halt and I stepped out.
A minute later and I was outside the shop, five minutes to spare.
"Ah you must be Jane from Sheerness.." A voice from behind me said.
I turned and saw Oliver the regional manager for London.
He was in his late fifties, perhaps early sixties. Grey hair that was still thick but trimmed short into a crew cut and yellowing teeth that gave away his smoking habit even if the smell didn't.
I smiled and offered my hand.
The shop wasn't due to open until ten today, he was running it and a part timer due in at one to go through the items "gifted" to the charity.
I followed him in and locked the door behind me as he disabled the alarm and unlocked the back room door.
"Come on through, I'll put the kettle on and we can chat" He said as he turned and looked at me.
It was bright outside compared to the shop, and if I'd have thought about it maybe a light summer dress wasn't the best of things to wear, it must have been all but see through judging from his eyes as they roved over me covetously, a hint of lust clearly there.
I followed him through to the messy back room and sat on a chair, a lever on the side showed it to be a recliner.
I'd always wanted one of those..
He sat opposite me, putting our tea's down and took some paperwork from his bag.
"There's a few forms to fill in.. You know how it is.. But you can skip sections D and E as you're already part of the company."
As I filled in the forms we spoke, a casual interview really, but his eyes kept roving all over me.
I was flattered really, but he wasn't my type at all. He wasn't the man I loved.
As he turned to sort the daily till count I tugged down the front of my dress, just a little bit to show off my boobs, if he stood he'd be able to see down my top with no problem.
I crossed one leg over the other, the feel of the hold ups against eachother made me sigh in delight.
He turned at the noise, he could clearly see my hold ups, one of my legs was fully exposed, from where he was sitting he might even be able to see more..
He finished counting the till, standing and filled in a bank slip, turning just a little and copping a good glimpse down my blouse.
The forms were filled in quickly and I looked up at him, giving him my best smile.
"I'll get these to head office.. Might be a couple of weeks before you hear anything.." He started.
"Is there any way to make it quicker.. I have been with the charity for quite a while now.. I'd be an asset.." As I said asset I folded my arms under my boobs, framing them, pushing them up a little, and my nipples rubbed against the dress, hardening.
His eyes bulged and he huffed and puffed, unsure where to put his gaze.
"Oliver.. I know you was looking at me.. I know you looked down my top.."
"What.. I..I.."
"Do you like them?" I pushed them up a little more. My nipples strained the fabric of the dress. "Or are you more of a leg man?"
I leaned back, stretching my legs towards him.
His cock twitched in his trousers.
I thought about what I was doing. I was determined to get this job, and if my beloved had to debase himself for me then it was only fair that I had to do so as well.
"Mmmmm you look like a leg man, I bet you used to chase the girls back in the day.." I pulled up the hem of the skirt, up to my knees.
"Would you like to touch them.."
He couldn't help himself, he was on his knees right away in front of me, I pulled the lever on the side of the chair, laying back as the rest came up under my feet.
His hands were rough on the smooth fabric of the hold ups, his strokes were more like grasps. His hand slid up under the hem of my skirt.
"Uh uh mister.."
Raised my leg, foot planted firmly on his chest. My skirt slid along my thigh, sheer red knickers on show for him.
"Oliver.." My foot slid down his chest to the bulge in his trousers and stroked it.
I looked up at him, biting my lip.
I slipped off the shoe and slid his zip down with my foot, sliding it into the opening. His cock wasn't big, but it was hard, and as I rubbed it with my foot I repeated what I had done last night.
His eyes closed and he put a hand on my foot, guiding its movements.
"Mmmmm Oliver will you cum on my feet.."
"Oh yes.. Yes Jane.. Let me please..."
I'd managed to find out his little kink, and to be honest if taking his spunk all over my feet got me the job..
I slipped off the other shoe and peeled off a single hold up, putting my foot to his mouth.
"Clean it and you can cum all over it.." I said in what I hoped was a seductive voice.
His tongue rasped across the sole, his saliva leaving a wet trail. Easing and oozing between my toes, each of which he sucked on whilst my clad foot massaged his cock still.
I slid down on the chair, my dress riding up under me, exposing my red see through knickers.
This was to much for him, he took hold of His cock, tugging at it as I placed my feet right in front of him as he done so.
With a shuddering moan his cock spat out its load, thick, yellowed like his teeth, and pungent. It wasn't a long stream of spunk but gobbets of it, spattering my naked and hold up clad foot and leg.
I felt the warmth of it as it went through the fabric.
My naked foot went to his cock, smearing the hot spunk on it and between my toes, he came again over the sole of my foot and I lifted my leg up high, pointing my toes up.
The cooling spunk running down the length of my leg, vanishing as it got to my knee.
I looked at him. Smiling.
"So, I start in a three weeks time." I told him.
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This is the second of yours I’ve read and I’m impressed by the flow. I wish mine could be as punchy as yours x
Keep doing what you’re doing, love it xx
