The Interview, Part Three
Suhee pressed flush against Manager Lee Cheongjun's chest. He'd shoved her back to lock the door, and the heavy, yielding weight of her breasts against him was no joke.
"Ah—"
The faint flush coloring Suhee's face only stoked his arousal further. Having come this far, backing down would have been stranger still. Honestly, he didn't want to — and he didn't have the presence of mind for it anyway.
"And your bust size?"
He asked it while sinking his hands into the heavy weight of her breasts. Her thighs kept pressing insistently against his cock, plump and inviting.
"C... cup, I think... nn—"
They looked bigger than that, gathered up as they were in her underwear, but it hardly mattered. Even this was more than enough. Lush, and the shape of them promised to be beautiful. The living, breathing warmth of her body under his fingertips kept pumping more blood into his cock. He'd never gotten this hard — not even on Viagra.
Manager Lee Cheongjun looked down at her. His mind kept insisting this situation was insane, but the greed only grew.
"Come on. Back over here."
He caught her by the arm and pulled her back to where she'd been sitting. For a fleeting moment Suhee thought he might have come to his senses, and she felt a pang of disappointment.
"Shall we get started in earnest?"
But when he dragged his own chair over and sat facing her, his eyes were gleaming with lust. Of course, Suhee thought, relieved, and she looked back at him with a faintly provocative gaze. She was dying to know what he'd make her do under the pretense of an interview.
He swallowed hard at the sight of her sitting there with her hands resting lightly on her chest, then went on.
"Come to think of it, I haven't even asked you to introduce yourself."
"An introduction?"
"That's the basics."
"...How... should I do it?"
Trailing off, Suhee parted her knees just slightly. Her smooth, stocking-clad thighs opened left and right, though the shadows kept him from seeing all the way inside. The situation itself was plenty stimulating.
Once a game like this got started, the embarrassment faded fast — the way it did for most people. The more eagerly the other person played along, the faster it went. This was a situation Suhee knew all too well. Men who took the bait the moment you showed them something just a little shy, but unmistakably filthy.
She could feel Manager Lee Cheongjun's gaze sinking deep between her thighs. He'd thrown all pretense aside and was staring openly, as if he meant to bore a hole through the space between her legs.
"You're doing well. The introduction."
"Ah... like this..."
Suhee's knees opened wider to either side. That sticky gaze sliding deep along her inner thighs made it impossible for her pussy not to get wet. What she really wanted was to spread her legs wide and reach down to rub herself raw — but being too blatant about it might kill the thrill. They were still wearing the mask of an interview, after all.
Thirty degrees. Forty. Fifty.
The wider Suhee's legs opened, the more Manager Lee Cheongjun's eyes gleamed. Smooth, firm-looking thighs. It wasn't just the stockings — her upper body, which he'd felt with his own hands moments ago, had been so taut and toned. Which meant her legs would be just as long, just as springy. Sitting still and watching those legs, sheathed in filthy stockings, spread open like that was torture. His cock was already straining as if it meant to punch through his dress slacks.
"Can you... see well enough?"
"More..."
Suhee's legs opened wider still. Her skirt stretched taut, threatening to tear, then rolled up toward her waist. His gaze reached almost to the innermost part of her thighs. Through the pantyhose, her lewd panties flickered in and out of view, scrambling his focus.
"Haa..."
Letting out a heated breath, Suhee reached down with long, pale fingers and stroked up the inside of her thigh. That suggestive little gesture had him dragging his chair even closer. The legs scraped across the floor. Far too close for an interview. Close enough that Suhee could clearly see his cock twitching.
"Will you be needing these as well?"
Still stroking her thighs, making him swallow again and again, Suhee lifted her hands. She used the backs of her fingers to push up the heavy, swelling mounds of her breasts. The weight of them was palpable — pressing down on her pale knuckles, flaunting their presence.
"O-of course."
The buttons of her blouse parted slightly, offering a glimpse of the skin beneath. Manager Lee Cheongjun had neither the excuse nor the will to refuse.
Suhee's fingers slowly undid the buttons, one after another. The flush across her face, looking almost shy, held his gaze captive. In truth it wasn't shyness at all — she was wildly aroused.
As the upper buttons came undone one by one, her collarbones appeared first, then the pale flesh beneath. Before the valley between her breasts, he saw where they began — the first swell of those rounded mounds. Skin so fine it looked as if it might have a dusting of down, right there in front of him, and his cock twitched harder.
Her fingers moved without hesitation. It didn't take long for every button down the front of her blouse to come undone.
"Oh..."
"Do you like what you see?"
"O-of course I do."
Through the parted blouse, a suggestive bra and Suhee's bare skin came into view. Even sitting down, not a single fold of fat gathered at her stomach. He'd gotten a rough idea when he'd felt her with his hands earlier, but seeing it for real made her look even more delicious. And that waist — how was it so impossibly slim? He wanted to peel the fluttering blouse right off her and look his fill.
"Ahem. It might be better if you took it off entirely. I can't see well enough."
"Ah — if the interviewer says so, of course I should."
Suhee slowly slipped off her blouse. All that remained on her body was her lewd underwear, the skirt, and her pantyhose.
"They look much bigger than the size you gave me."
Manager Lee Cheongjun, cock jutting, edged even closer. Seeing her bare skin, he couldn't keep his head on straight.
"I wasn't lying..."
"It's a compliment. Still, I'd like to check for myself."
"How should I do that?"
A little more at ease now, Suhee looked at him and swayed her knees gently from side to side. Her legs opened, then closed. The skirt had already rolled all the way up — it was essentially meaningless.
"Hmm... shall we see how far the candidate goes on her own?"
The door was locked, Suhee had already taken her clothes off — Manager Lee Cheongjun, his nerves loosening just a little, smiled. His cock was still standing at full attention.
"Then... would it be better if you looked for yourself?"
Suhee brought both arms behind her hips. Her breasts, still cupped in the bra, pushed forward, flaunting their volume.
"That would be much better. It'd help with the interview, too."
"Then..."
A soft, elastic snap — different from the pop of a button — reached his ears, very faintly. Suhee had undone the hook of her bra. The shoulder straps kept her breasts from spilling out all at once, but that springy little sound had just about snapped his last thread of patience as well.
He dragged his chair in until their knees were nearly touching and fixed his full attention on her. The way he was practically drooling, like a puppy waiting for a treat, made Suhee smile a wicked little smile.
"Take it off for me."
At her voice, Manager Lee Cheongjun's hands rose as if bewitched. A bra of a suggestive design. The straps that had come undone at the back swayed from side to side, and his eyes swayed with them. Suhee's soft hands guided his toward the shoulder straps.
He swallowed, hooked the straps, and pulled them forward.
"Ah..."
The bra came away completely, and Suhee's beautiful breasts were laid bare. Full, teardrop-shaped, exquisite. And at the center of each, a dainty nipple standing stiffly at attention. His gaze locked onto those raised nipples. This candidate was clearly just as worked up as he was.
Feeling that sticky gaze on her, Suhee spoke.
"They're sensitive..."
She didn't need to explain where, or how. Manager Lee Cheongjun was having trouble keeping the saliva from spilling out of his mouth. Drool from above, pre-cum leaking from below. At his age, he hadn't expected to be like this again.
"They're lovely..."
"This is embarrassing..."
Suhee brought both arms behind her hips again and thrust her chest forward as if putting her breasts on display. She didn't forget to turn her head slightly to the side.
Her thick, glossy hair spilled forward and brushed across a nipple.
"Nnh—"
Letting out a small moan, Suhee swept the hair back with one arm.
"They're... extremely sensitive, aren't they?"
"Yes... even the slightest touch and I just..."
Manager Lee Cheongjun wanted those nipples in his hands, one way or another.
"Hmm. If they're too sensitive..."
"I'll make sure it doesn't interfere with my work."
"Hmm. I think I'll need to test that..."
"I... don't mind."
It was a bizarre conversation, but neither of them found it strange in the slightest. By now it was nothing more — and nothing less — than the talk that led from a fake interview into sex. They were close enough that their knees touched; if he reached out, he'd be touching her body. The instant that permission left her lips, one of his hands shot forward.
"Haa..."
For all the eagerness of that reach, his fingers moved very slowly toward Suhee's nipple. Small and dainty, but visibly already hard. Filthy. Unbearably stimulating.
The instant his finger met her nipple, Suhee let out a filthy sound.
"Nnh—"
"Oh..."
The slight spring of her breast under his fingertip, and her reaction. He didn't have nearly enough patience to just poke at it. Using not only his index finger but his middle finger and thumb as well, he fondled her nipple in the most lewd way he could.
"Hahk... aahh... nngh—"
"You feel it that strongly? Hmm..."
"Haa... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... nngh... ah—"
Suhee's moans filled the interview room.