Summer’s Hiring Boss

As I sat at my desk, sipping my morning coffee, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief that the workload was finally starting to ease up. It had been two months since I’d started working from home, and the constant stream of interviews was starting to take its toll on my nerves. I had hired a few decent candidates, but none of them had really impressed me until today. Her name was Summer Smith, and from the moment she walked in, I knew she was something special.

“Hello,” I said, trying to sound professional despite the fact that I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was petite, barely 4’8″ or 4’10”, with long brown hair in a ponytail that reached down to her ass. Her tight black pencil skirt was firmly hugging her behind, and I could see the outline of her blue bra underneath her white dress shirt. I felt a surge of excitement as I stepped aside to let her in.

“Please, take a seat,” I said, trying to sound calm as I gestured to the chair in front of my desk. She sat down, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her skirt rode up, showing off her thong underwear. I felt a pang of guilt for ogling her, but I couldn’t help myself.

“So, Summer, tell me a little bit about yourself,” I said, trying to sound professional. She launched into a enthusiastic speech about how much she loved the company, and how she was eager to learn. I found myself getting caught up in her energy, and before I knew it, the interview was over.

“Well, thank you, Summer,” I said, standing up to show her out. “We’ll be in touch soon.” As she left, I couldn’t help but notice the way her skirt swished back and forth as she walked. I felt a pang of disappointment that she wasn’t wearing a more revealing outfit, but I pushed the thought aside.

The next day, I was surprised when Summer walked in wearing a casual outfit that consisted of sweatpants and a big sweater. I felt a pang of disappointment, but I tried to be professional and focused on the task at hand.

“Hi, boss,” she said, smiling brightly as she gave me a hug. “I’m looking forward to my first day.” I felt a surge of excitement as I led her to my office and set her up with a laptop and email account.

“Let me know if you have any questions, April,” I said, using the nickname she’d given me. She smiled and nodded, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes sparkled as she worked. As the morning wore on, I found myself getting more and more distracted, my eyes wandering to her legs and ass as she sat on the couch, watching her videos.

But it wasn’t until I saw her start to rub her pink panties that I realized I was in trouble. I tried to look away, but my eyes were glued to the scene unfolding before me. I felt a surge of excitement mixed with guilt as I stood up and walked over to her, trying to play it cool.

“Hows the videos going?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. She smiled and nodded, and I could see the guilt written all over her face. I knew I had to get out of there before things got any more awkward.

As I return to the office, I’m greeted by her cheerful demeanor, which only adds to my stress.

“Hey,” I say, trying to keep my tone neutral.

“Everything okay, boss?” she asks, her voice dripping with concern.

“Yeah, just a bit of stress,” I reply, sitting down at my desk.

“I finished the videos and forms like you wanted. What’s next for me, boss?” she asks, striding over to see what’s on my computer screen.

Suddenly, she stands behind my chair and begins to massage my shoulders, her gentle touch sending a wave of relaxation through my tense muscles.

“What are you doing?” I ask, surprised by the sudden intimacy.

“My grandfather taught me that this helps ease stress. You seem like him, a bit worn down by the world.”

I’m not sure how to respond to that, but I’m enjoying the massage too much to protest.

“Do you like it, boss?” she asks, her voice husky with concern.

“Yeah, it’s not bad,” I reply, trying to keep my tone neutral.

“Not bad?” she repeats, her voice teasing. “I suppose I can do better, then?”

She playfully whacks me on the shoulder, and I feel a spark of electricity at the touch.

“Probably,” I say, trying to keep my reaction in check.

She laughs and plops down on my lap, wiggling her ass in a provocative motion as she pulls her hair forward.

“Let’s see if you can do better than that,” she says, her voice dripping with challenge.

I put my hands on her shoulders and begin to rub, feeling her soft skin and the tension in her muscles.

As I work, I notice her breathing quickening, her body relaxing into my touch.

“Oh,” she moans softly, her eyes closed as she leans back against me.

I feel a surge of desire as I realize she’s grinding her ass against me, her hips rocking back and forth in a slow, sensual motion.

My cock stirs to life, and I try to focus on the task at hand, but it’s hard to concentrate with her body pressed against mine.

She opens her eyes and quickly stands up, a look of composure on her face.

“Yeah, I guess you might be better than me at massages,” she says, turning away to adjust her shorts.

I notice the wet spot she left on my pants and quickly cover it, trying to play it cool.

“Not that good, though,” she says, turning back to face me.

“I guess I need more practice, then,” she adds, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“So, what’s next, boss?” she asks, her voice back to normal.

“You can head home for today. HR will finish up the hiring process before tomorrow morning, so be here at 9:00 am ready for a full day of work.”

“Okay, got it, boss,” she says, smiling brightly as she turns to leave.