MIDNIGHT DESIRES

The interview had barely started when Lia felt the first hot rush between her legs. Today she was to

take the interview that determined if she could work in her dream company. Not because she loved

what they did but because of the CEO, Mr. Jason Black; her father’s boss and the object of all her

unholy desires.

She sat across from Mr. Jason in his corner office, her knees pressed together under the wide glass

desk with a wooden top. She was wearing the navy skirt suit because her mother had insisted it was

professional. The skirt was shorter than what she’d have worn to an interview, only stopping mid-

thigh when standing, and riding up now that she was seated. She thought of all the times she dreamt of

him taking her in his office and she was suddenly hot and bothered fighting to understand the words

coming out of his mouth.

His sexy looking mouth that she had imagined doing things to her longer than she could remember.

She’d chosen lace panties this morning, and no bra under the thin white blouse because the outline of

her nipples always made her feel reckless.

Mr. Jason sat leaning back in his executive chair, his voice was low and husky even as he asked about

her coursework, her GPA, why she thought she’d be a good fit for the summer internship program.

Every time he looked directly at her, with his beautiful dark eyes, Lia’s clit throbbed hard, like a pulse

she couldn’t ignore.

She answered his politely, stating her accomplishments while wondering if she could seduce him so

he could see her the way she saw him.

Mr. Jason nodded and smiled at her, “I see why your father speaks very highly of you.”

There was something about the smile that made heat pool at her lower region, her breathing had

already changed, becoming shallow.

Under the desk her right hand had drifted down almost without conscious thought. First it rested on

the bare skin above her knee, thumb brushing back and forth, then higher, fingertips grazing the hem

of her skirt. She tugged the fabric up an inch, then another, until cool air touched the damp lace

between her thighs.

Jason kept talking, saying something about deliverables and cross-department collaboration. Lia

nodded, her eyes locked on the knot of his tie, and on the way the cotton of his shirt stretched slightly

across his chest when he shifted.

Her fingers slipped under the edge of her panties. The lace was soaked already, clinging to her folds.

She dragged one fingertip along her slit, collecting the slickness, then circled her clit in a slow, light

motion.

A tiny shiver of pleasure shot up her spine and she bit her cheek to prevent herself from making any

sound.

She circled again, firmer this time. Her hips wanted to rock forward but she forced them still, thighs

clenching around her own hand. The chair leather creaked faintly as she shifted her weight. Her

breathing turned ragged, she tried to muffle it by pressing her lips together.

Jason’s pen tapped once against the paper in front of him.

He asked another question, and Lia answered, her voice was thinner now, the last word was kind of

shaky. She pressed two fingers flat against her clit and rubbed in tight, steady circles.

The wet sounds her pussy was making reached her own ears despite how quietly she was moving. She

could smell herself now, it mixed with the faint leather-and-cedar of Jason’s cologne that drifted

across whenever he leaned forward making her even wetter.

Her nipples had hardened into tight points, scraping the inside of her blouse with every breath. She

wanted to pinch them, tug until it hurt, but both hands were occupied. The left gripping the armrest so

hard her knuckles were white and, the right working faster between her legs.

She dipped lower, and pushed one finger inside herself, and curled it against the front wall while her

thumb kept circling her clit. A low, involuntary whimper almost escaped, but she covered it but with a

cough.

Jason paused mid-sentence.

His eyes flicked to her face. She forced a smile, trying to look attentive, but her cheeks were flushed,

pupils wide, lips wet and slightly swollen from biting them. Her chest rose and fell too quickly.

“Are you okay Lia?” he asked concerned.

“Yeah, yeah I am… urm.. I’m just hot,” she swallowed.

He said nothing for a moment, then he was about to write something down when his pen slipped from

his fingers and landed on the floor.

Lia didn’t not the sound, she was too deep into what she was doing. Two of her fingers were now

pumping slowly in and out of her, with her thumb grinding hard against her swollen clit, the wet

suction loud in her own ears. Her thighs trembled and heat coiled in her lower belly. She was close, so

close she bit inner cheek hard so she won’t moan.

Jason bent to pick up the pen.

The movement brought his head below the level of the desk. From that angle the glass holding the

wooden top gave him an unobstructed view of Lia’s skirt bunched around her hips, her white lace

panties shoved to the side, and her hand buried between glistening pink folds.

Her fingers glistened with her own wetness as they slid in and out, clit visibly swollen and dark under

the non-stop pressure of her thumb. Her inner thighs were stained with her wetness.

He froze for half a second, long enough for Lia to notice the sudden silence, and the absence of his

voice.

She kept moving anyway, she couldn’t stop, hips twitching forward onto her hand. A soft, choked

moan slipped out before she could catch it.

Jason straightened slowly, pen forgotten on the floor. He set both forearms on the desk, eyes locked

on hers now, his expression was unreadable but dark.

“Lia, what are you doing?” he said, voice low, rougher than it had been all morning.