Story 32 #2
He looked as though he was in his mid-thirties. He was quite tall with a good build, looking as though he worked out regularly. He was tanned with short, light brown hair with just the tiniest flecks of gray at the temples. He had an easy smile, warm green eyes, and a strong jawbone.
“Hi,” he said when he saw her, “You must be Dawn. I’m Jack. Please, come in. Paul is in the other room.”
He led her through to a large room with couches and a table with chairs around it. There was another man there. He was slightly shorter than the other man, with lighter skin and blonde hair instead of brown. He was also good-looking, with piercing blue eyes.
“Hi,” he said, “I’m Paul.”
This was not what Dawn had been expecting - to find two good-looking guys here interviewing her.
It had never really factored into the way that she had imagined things would be.
But now that she was here, she was determined not to let anything phase her.
She was already thinking about ways that she might be able to turn this to her advantage.
Maybe a little bit of harmless flirting.
She hoped that they would think that she was attractive as well.
She was starting to think that this could be a lot of fun.
They sat across from her at the table and began their interview. They started off with an informal chat and then began talking about the job and what it involved. It all sounded good to Dawn and she felt as though she was already building a good rapport with the two men.
Every once in a while she would make eye contact with one of them and they would seem to hold her gaze for just a little bit too long, with just a little bit too much intensity.
She didn't quite know how to feel about it.
She felt caught by them when they looked at her like that - trapped, almost - but she didn't seem to mind it at all.
It made her feel almost dizzy. She felt a warm glow within her.
At the same time, however, when they smiled at her when they seemed to be trying to convey some hidden message to her, it made her feel flustered.
She felt as though some of her confidence might be slipping.
She wanted to try and get it back, to get control of the situation.
She found herself wishing that she'd left a couple of the buttons on her blouse undone so that she could give them a nice view.
“We’re a small team,” Paul was saying to her, “We want everyone working together to be very close. If you know what I mean.”
“Of course,” she replied, but there was something in the way that he looked at her that made her think that she didn’t quite know what he meant - that there was some hidden meaning to his words.
“Well,” Jack said, “How about I take you for a tour of the house now, anyway?”
Paul looked at him and she was sure that he raised his eyebrows slightly, and Jack smiled back at him.
Not for the first time she felt as though there was some kind of secret communication going on between the two of them, something which she was somehow excluded from.
Jack got to his feet without even waiting for a reply from her. She had no choice but to join him.
He led her through the house.
When they reached the kitchen, he led her over to the window to look out at the garden.
Suddenly she realized that he was standing right by her, their bodies touching.
She felt as though she was tingling at every point where their bodies had come together.
There was something about his touch. And yet...
at the same time, it made her feel flustered.
She had a sense that she was getting in over her head but at the same time, she wasn't sure just what was happening or how she should feel about it.
For a moment Jack turned to look down at her.
She wondered if he was about to do something - if he was about to kiss her - and she felt flustered then, completely unsure how she should feel about that.
But then, just when she thought that something was surely about to happen, as she still couldn’t work out how she wanted to feel about it, he stepped away from her.
“Come on,” he said, “let’s head upstairs and see the rest of the house.”
It didn’t occur to her then what would be waiting for her upstairs - what rooms were up there. She felt as though she was completely under his spell by this point and had no choice but to follow him wherever he wanted her to go.
They went upstairs. He led her to one of the bedrooms.
A part of her was crying out in her head, telling her that she had to stop this, that it was obvious where this was leading and she had to get herself out of there.
She wondered how she had managed to get herself into this situation.
And yet, at the same time, there was another part of her that was eager to see just what would happen next.
Her heart was racing and she didn't know if it was excitement, fear, trepidation, anticipation, or some heady mix of all those emotions and more all mixed together.
She couldn't shake the feeling now that things had moved on in a completely different direction. She had gone there for an interview and now...what was this? Where was this all leading?
He led her into a bedroom.
“Here we are, then,” he said, turning to her.
“I...” she turned away slightly, looking toward the door, “I should probably...”
“Hey, hey,” he said. He took hold of one of her hands and pulled her to him, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“We shouldn’t...we can’t...”
“We can do whatever we want. Isn’t this what you want?”
She tried to say that it wasn’t what she wanted but the words wouldn’t come. She didn’t know what she wanted. Maybe, she thought to herself, she needed him to show her what she wanted. And it seemed as though he was more than willing to do just that.
He turned her face toward his, taking hold of her chin. He looked deeply into her eyes and she was lost.
Then, he leaned down to kiss her. She felt weak - as though she might collapse at any moment.
Her eyes closed as his face came close and then his lips were on hers, his tongue prying into her mouth as hers came to meet it.
Their lips brushed over each other and then seemed to lock into place together.
Suddenly Dawn realized just where she was, just what she was doing.
She pulled back, wanting to step away from Jack, but Jack took hold of her by the waist.
“What is it?” he asked her.
“We can’t,” she said once again.
But then Jack pulled her in close and he was kissing her again. She resisted for a moment, but just a moment. When his lips were on hers again she couldn't deny just how good it felt. She couldn't deny how much she wanted this now that it was happening.
Their lips, their tongues, came together. He was no longer pulling her toward him - she had come of her own accord. Her doubts were still there but they were overwhelmed by her desire for him.
She reached up and took hold of his face with her hands she stroked his cheeks, feeling the light scratch of his stubble.
She held his face as they kissed then. His hands were still on her waist, just holding her now.
She felt his thumbs pressing at her abdomen slightly and then the pressure eased slightly as he began stroking at her stomach with his thumbs.
She thought about how tight the muscles of her abdomen were and she wondered what he thought about that - if he liked the feel of her tight young body, if it made him want to feel more of it.
Her own hands slid down from his cheeks, down to the front of his body.
She felt it through the shirt he was wearing and she was impressed with what she felt.
It had been obvious that he worked out but now she could feel just how well-muscled his body felt.
She wondered what it would look like without the shirt on.
Then it hit her - she was in his bedroom, after all, and so it was pretty likely that was just what he had planned.
When she realized this - that there could only really be one reason for getting her to his bedroom like this - she once again felt a slight moment of doubt.
Whenever there had been the possibility of it happening before there always seemed to be more buildup.
But Jack had just brought her up here and then he had made his move.
He knew what he wanted and he was going to take it - he was going to take her.
She felt one of his hands begin moving back and forth, from her back to her front, stroking her.
Then she felt the fingers dig in slightly, taking hold of the blouse.
She felt him pull the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt and then his hand moved beneath her blouse.
She felt his touch on her skin then, stroking her gently.
She felt a slight shiver run through her body, a sense of delight at his touch on her body like this.
Both of her hands were still on the front of his body, feeling his chest.
One of them went to one of the buttons of his shirt, undoing it and sliding in beneath and rubbing at the skin of his body.
This was something that she never would have considered doing on her own without his prompting, but as his hand went to her body it seemed as though he was leading the way and showing what they should be doing.
Already she couldn’t wait to see what he would do next, where he was going to take things.
At every moment, with every touch of his, some of her reservations seemed to disappear.
The passion of their kisses seemed to increase as their hands found one another's skin. Their lips and their tongues moved wildly. They would kiss the other person's cheeks, and their throats, wanting one another - wanting to devour one another.
Jack pushed her up against the wall. He broke off their kiss and looked down at her with a smile.
There was something predatory about it but if she was the prey then she had no problem with that whatsoever.
At every moment she felt as though her reservations were fading away, that cautionary voice in her head was growing quieter and quieter.
She loved the feeling of him pushing her up against the wall like this, letting her know just who was in charge here.
He leaned his face in close to hers, so close that she could feel his hot breath on her face.