Straight Male / 49
Best Interview Day Ever
Almost 30 years ago I had a job interview at a university in a small town whose economy seemed to depend on the school, some agricultural processing plants which stunk the place up, truck traffic from the highway that went through it, and not much else. It clearly wasn't a match, but they put me up in a motel and I had an extra night to look around at what it had to offer, there was just one small cafe nearby where I went to eat and started talking to a waitress just a few years younger than me, Alice was short and chubby with brown hair, and had a kind of open disposition but wasn't exactly cheerful, in fact I told her that my impression of both the university and the town weren't great and she quickly agreed, this place was a sty she wanted to get away from, but she knew a lot of people ended up just stuck here. Traffic kept her cafe busy, but there weren't many options beyond that.
I thanked her for confirming my impressions of the town and commiserated with her a bit--my current job was also in a small town in a different state and this clearly wasn't a move up. I left her a good tip, then figured I was going out on a limb, but said I wasn't doing much else that evening so if she wanted to talk more I was in room ... at the motel across the street. She mentioned that she worked until 9 but didn't commit to anything, and wished me luck in getting this job if I wanted it, or a better one if it came along.
Well, 9 and 9:30 came and went, so I figured that was it and at 10 showered and started to settle in, 11 was close when I heard a knock at my door. I quickly let Alice in and she apologized for coming late, she said she hooked up with some girlfriends after work and hoped I was still awake. She was apologetic but I quickly reassured her that this was fine, I welcomed some company after a long lonely drive, a somewhat alienating interview experience, and the hopelessness of moving from one dreary place to another. We talked more about the town and how she didn't find many people she liked there, and actually enjoyed some of the cafe visitors more even though most of them were just as boring as anyone else, but at least a few weren't. Somehow the conversation went to history and politics and she talked about loving the 60s, it just so happened that I had been reading a Time magazine article which looked at the 60s in a dim light, and we agreed that it wasn't a perfect time but there was a lot of potential there and some actual change for the better.
She briefly mentioned how she got sore walking and carrying stuff around so I offered a shoulder rub. She quickly agreed and sat in front of me so I could relax her muscles, and said she loved how I did it. My robe was fairly loose so when I moved my legs apart for to rest against the side of the bed I was sitting on, it basically exposed my groin, though she was facing away and neither of us said anything about this. I rubbed her neck, shoulders, and head, all of which visible relaxed her and she made some pleasing noises, frequently praising how I was doing it. Unsurprisingly this made my dick hard as a rock, and I adjusted myself just enough to keep it comfortably unconfined, though didn't try to press it against her or pleasure myself directly. As she leaned her head or body from one side to another so I could reach different places, she ended up resting against each of my bare thighs, and at one point leaning back again so that her neck rested against my penis. I was nervous that as it throbbed she would feel its hardness but she didn't say anything but kept asking me more about where I had lived before and what I wanted to do in life, which was live somewhere other than either of us were, some place with some culture and appreciation for progressive politics and a happy future for the world.
She then shifted just a little bit as I kept rubbing her neck, turning left so I could do this with my right (stronger) hand, and essentially rubbing her cheek against my hard penis. There was no denying that she could feel it now and didn't mind. She said something about not wanting kids, at least at this time in her life, and avoiding guys who set that as a priority, or a default assumption, I agreed that that wasn't in my plan either she then said that she loved sex but thought it should be about pleasure and love, not just making babies--and as she did so she turned her head a little more so that her lips were touching my purple dick head, closing on the skin as she finished several of her words. I couldn't reach her neck as well now and didn't want to apply any pressure, letting her stay in control as she obviously knew what she was doing, and just gently caressed her skin as we kept talking, without either of us commenting on the obvious fact that my cock was practically in her mouth now, she was on the right side of it and pressing it a little to her left with her chin or lips so it was pressed against my left thigh, again talking like nothing unusual was going on. Then she was quiet for a minute as she basically started sucking on me lightly from the side, from the edge of the head to around the first inch of the shaft, just opening her mouth a little as if to taste it and holding it there to get a feel for it. I quietly watched her do this for a while, then she turned a little bit again and without a word faced me straight on, letting my penis point straight forward, and took my entire shaft between her lips. I'm not quite sure she deep throated me all the way but it was close, at least 4 and maybe 5 inches down, slowly sliding back and forth. Her eyes were closed as she did this and her hands on my thighs. Amazingly, she never needed to come up for air, and only gradually increased her speed, then beginning to touch and squeeze my balls and finally hold my shaft and pump it as she sucked. I went from soft moans to "oh yes, oh yes" for a few minutes as she occasionally opened her eyes to look up, only to quickly look back down at my pelvis or close them again Finally I couldn't hold back and squirted a huge load into her hot mouth and holding her shoulders for support as my pulsing slowly subsided.
She sucked me for another minute or two until I told her that was enough, and made sure to lick me clean gently as I said "thank you, I really needed that." She said, "you're very welcome," and sat up on the bed. I asked if I could do anything for her but she said she just wanted to lay next to me for a while and kept her clothes on. We lay there a long time and I finally said I was getting sleepy, saying she could stay if she wanted but she said she ought to get home and soon left, again wishing me luck in my career. I was never back in that town, and sometimes wonder if she found another traveling guy who could take her away to someplace better, as I wasn't able to do at that time.
I thanked her for confirming my impressions of the town and commiserated with her a bit--my current job was also in a small town in a different state and this clearly wasn't a move up. I left her a good tip, then figured I was going out on a limb, but said I wasn't doing much else that evening so if she wanted to talk more I was in room ... at the motel across the street. She mentioned that she worked until 9 but didn't commit to anything, and wished me luck in getting this job if I wanted it, or a better one if it came along.
Well, 9 and 9:30 came and went, so I figured that was it and at 10 showered and started to settle in, 11 was close when I heard a knock at my door. I quickly let Alice in and she apologized for coming late, she said she hooked up with some girlfriends after work and hoped I was still awake. She was apologetic but I quickly reassured her that this was fine, I welcomed some company after a long lonely drive, a somewhat alienating interview experience, and the hopelessness of moving from one dreary place to another. We talked more about the town and how she didn't find many people she liked there, and actually enjoyed some of the cafe visitors more even though most of them were just as boring as anyone else, but at least a few weren't. Somehow the conversation went to history and politics and she talked about loving the 60s, it just so happened that I had been reading a Time magazine article which looked at the 60s in a dim light, and we agreed that it wasn't a perfect time but there was a lot of potential there and some actual change for the better.
She briefly mentioned how she got sore walking and carrying stuff around so I offered a shoulder rub. She quickly agreed and sat in front of me so I could relax her muscles, and said she loved how I did it. My robe was fairly loose so when I moved my legs apart for to rest against the side of the bed I was sitting on, it basically exposed my groin, though she was facing away and neither of us said anything about this. I rubbed her neck, shoulders, and head, all of which visible relaxed her and she made some pleasing noises, frequently praising how I was doing it. Unsurprisingly this made my dick hard as a rock, and I adjusted myself just enough to keep it comfortably unconfined, though didn't try to press it against her or pleasure myself directly. As she leaned her head or body from one side to another so I could reach different places, she ended up resting against each of my bare thighs, and at one point leaning back again so that her neck rested against my penis. I was nervous that as it throbbed she would feel its hardness but she didn't say anything but kept asking me more about where I had lived before and what I wanted to do in life, which was live somewhere other than either of us were, some place with some culture and appreciation for progressive politics and a happy future for the world.
She then shifted just a little bit as I kept rubbing her neck, turning left so I could do this with my right (stronger) hand, and essentially rubbing her cheek against my hard penis. There was no denying that she could feel it now and didn't mind. She said something about not wanting kids, at least at this time in her life, and avoiding guys who set that as a priority, or a default assumption, I agreed that that wasn't in my plan either she then said that she loved sex but thought it should be about pleasure and love, not just making babies--and as she did so she turned her head a little more so that her lips were touching my purple dick head, closing on the skin as she finished several of her words. I couldn't reach her neck as well now and didn't want to apply any pressure, letting her stay in control as she obviously knew what she was doing, and just gently caressed her skin as we kept talking, without either of us commenting on the obvious fact that my cock was practically in her mouth now, she was on the right side of it and pressing it a little to her left with her chin or lips so it was pressed against my left thigh, again talking like nothing unusual was going on. Then she was quiet for a minute as she basically started sucking on me lightly from the side, from the edge of the head to around the first inch of the shaft, just opening her mouth a little as if to taste it and holding it there to get a feel for it. I quietly watched her do this for a while, then she turned a little bit again and without a word faced me straight on, letting my penis point straight forward, and took my entire shaft between her lips. I'm not quite sure she deep throated me all the way but it was close, at least 4 and maybe 5 inches down, slowly sliding back and forth. Her eyes were closed as she did this and her hands on my thighs. Amazingly, she never needed to come up for air, and only gradually increased her speed, then beginning to touch and squeeze my balls and finally hold my shaft and pump it as she sucked. I went from soft moans to "oh yes, oh yes" for a few minutes as she occasionally opened her eyes to look up, only to quickly look back down at my pelvis or close them again Finally I couldn't hold back and squirted a huge load into her hot mouth and holding her shoulders for support as my pulsing slowly subsided.
She sucked me for another minute or two until I told her that was enough, and made sure to lick me clean gently as I said "thank you, I really needed that." She said, "you're very welcome," and sat up on the bed. I asked if I could do anything for her but she said she just wanted to lay next to me for a while and kept her clothes on. We lay there a long time and I finally said I was getting sleepy, saying she could stay if she wanted but she said she ought to get home and soon left, again wishing me luck in my career. I was never back in that town, and sometimes wonder if she found another traveling guy who could take her away to someplace better, as I wasn't able to do at that time.
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