My wife worked at a book store every summer when she was in college. The store was in a mall about a mile from where she lived. When she was a junior, she went to the book store one weekend in April when she was home to let the manager know she would be available to work that summer.
There was a new manager she didn’t know, a guy about 28 years old. She told him she had worked there the previous two summers and wanted to work again that coming summer. The manager told her he would only be hiring two summer employees and he had already received nine inquiries about the job. My wife really wanted the job. It was close to where she lived, she enjoyed the work, and she really didn’t want to have to search for another job for the summer.
My wife is effortlessly seductive and flirtatious. She is very attractive, her long lovely hair reaches below her shoulders, she has a great body, and her eyes are enticing and engaging.
While they were discussing the summer job, my wife knew the manager was enjoying talking to her. She noticed his eyes move to her tits which were pushing out against the tight t-shirt she was wearing. She was certain he was getting an erection talking to her and glancing at her t-shirt tits.
The manager told her the storage room had been expanded since she last worked and there was a new computer system to track book shipments received. She asked to see how the computer system worked.
He said, “Sure.”
The computer was in the storage room. When they got to the storage room, the manager unlocked the door. My wife pulled the door closed behind them after they went in. She had noticed the only other employee working was the cashier. The manager sat at the desk with the computer and invited my wife to move another chair next to him so she could see how the system worked.
She placed her chair to his left, close enough to him so her right leg was touching his leg. She leaned toward him to see the screen better and placed her hand on his left thigh; he didn’t say anything. She rubbed and squeezed his thigh gently then moved her hand to his dick. She knew it would be hard. She touched his erection through his pants rubbing, squeezing, and teasing it.
He let out a low, “Oooohhhh.”
She whispered, “Would you like to take it out so I can make you cum?”
He had been very surprised at her boldness, but was thoroughly enjoying her hand working on his dick.
He said, “Yes, I would like that.”
She told him to move his chair away from the desk and stand to face her. She moved her chair between his legs. She unfastened his belt, opened his zipper, and pulled his pants and underwear down. His hard dick stuck straight out.
He leaned back against the desk. My wife rubbed her hands lightly along his inner thighs then licked them. The manager gripped the desk with both hands. She slowly licked closer and closer to his balls. Her long sexy hair brushed against his legs.
He sighed with pleasure, “Oh yes.”
She let her long hair hang down and brush against his erection. He loved the feel of her beautiful soft hair touching his dick. She wrapped some of her hair around his dick and stroked his boner with it. Then she let her hair touch his balls and massaged them lightly with it.
Again he moaned, “Oooohhhhh, oh yes.”
She stopped stroking his dick with her hair and licked his balls very slowly.
He yelled, “Yes, yes, lick them, lick my balls.”
She continued to lick his balls slowly and attentively. She squeezed the bottom of his shaft to make his hard dick even harder, keeping a little pressure on his shaft while she continued to tongue his balls.
His breathing was getting harder and harder, more intense.
She said, “Can I put it in my mouth, would that be OK?”
He said, “Yes.”
She slowly and gently rubbed his swollen balls with her skilled fingers.
