So, I’ve been working as a personal assistant for a year. Part time. Super exciting gig (really not). At the beginning of August I decided to quit and told the guy I’d been working for I wanted to move on but would finish some things we’d started and help him transition to someone new. 

This past week I interviewed my two replacements (he’s decided he wants to break up the duties I had across two people, which makes sense). He’d interviewed several people and these were the top two. The first, a handsome young black man, definitely had most of the necessary qualifications and had the right attitude and we’re going with him. I had no dirty thoughts about him to share, really. I’m terribly dull, I know. 

The young woman who will be taking over the other half of the duties I had a lengthy conversation with is a different story. We’d been left alone in the apartment (the work happens in the guy’s apartment). Now, she wasn’t particularly hot. She was attractive but there wasn’t anything specific about her that stood out. 

She had an average face with too much make-up that probably covered up some blemishes. She had nice hair. Not greasy and limp but also not the sort of wow let me put my hands in and feel the silky smoothness of your mane sort of hair. Her breasts were on the small side of average. Her ass was somewhere between a tight well-sculpted work of the gym and meaty slappable roundness. Legs were not particularly long or shapely. She dressed professionally and didn’t look uptight.

I’m saying she was an average looking woman.

So, I’m bound to have sexual thought or two or three flit through my mind during a conversation with her. I’m a dirty pervert with dirty thoughts.  I had more than a few during our conversation.

I had more than a few dirty thoughts, because about two minutes into our conversation I realized she was capable and smart and hard working. You can hear that in someone’s voice and see it in the way the hold themselves. The way they talk about things tells you a lot. Two minutes in I knew this woman was on the ball awesomeness waiting to happen. She could handle not only the half of the gig we wanted her to but probably also the other half and she’d probably do a better job than I did. 

And that aroused me. Oh, that aroused me very much, yes.

Then, after chatting for about a half hour the boss had to leave and we were alone in his apartment. Oh the scenarios I played out in my head. Nothing terribly creative. Just as soon as that door closed the little pervert in my head was whispering in my ear his fantasies.

Unzip my pants and offer up my dick to be sucked there in the office. Doggy style on the boss’s bed. Ride me like a cowgirl in the bathroom. Anal on the balcony looking out over second avenue. Some cunnilingus in the kitchen. 

Nothing terribly creative. As I said. Just the whispers I was hearing for the next two hours while discussing social media and her work history. Sometimes someone is saying the right things the right way and you just want to eat their pussy (or suck their dick) while they continue to share those thoughts. Perhaps that’s just me. 

Smart people make me horny. It’s why I married a smart lady (who is also all hot and stuff).