《雨夜与简历》

The first thing I noticed was the smell of her perfume—something floral with a bite of tobacco underneath—fighting the wet wool of the cafe air. She was already seated in the corner booth, a half-empty espresso cooling between her fingers, and she watched me shake the rain from my jacket like I was a specimen under a lens.

"You're late," Valeria said. Her voice was a low, velvet command. "Three minutes. Not a great first impression, Daniel."

Traffic, the downpour, my own nerves—all excuses died on my tongue. "Sorry. The bus—"

"Don't. Sit." She gestured to the chair across from her. I sat. The leather was cold. She wasn't. Her dark eyes held mine, and I felt the heat crawl up my neck. She was older, maybe late thirties, with sharp cheekbones and a mouth that looked like it had better things to do than talk about quarterly reports.

"Your resume is impressive," she said, sliding a folder toward me. Her fingers brushed mine. Lingered. "But I don't hire paper. I hire people."

"Then I'll prove I'm the right one."

Her lips curved. "That's the spirit." She leaned back, and her blouse pulled tight across her chest. I caught a glimpse of a black lace bra beneath the white fabric. She caught me looking. Didn't seem to mind. "You know what I hate, Daniel? Fucking small talk. So let's cut it."

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." She uncrossed her legs, and the sound of her stockings rubbing together was obscene in the quiet cafe. The rain hammered the windows, a drumroll for whatever was coming. "I need a man who's not afraid to get his hands dirty. Who takes direction. Who knows how to work hard, and harder."

My mouth went dry. "I can do that."

"Show me." She looked at the table, then back at me. "Right here. Right now."

The waitress was across the room, wiping down tables. The place was nearly empty. Valeria reached under the table and I felt her hand land on my thigh, squeezing once before sliding up to the growing bulge in my slacks.

"Fuck," I breathed.

"Quiet." Her fingers found my zipper, worked it down with practiced ease. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, and her hand wrapped around the base. "Look at you. Already dying for it."

I bit my lip as she started to stroke, slow and deliberate, her thumb teasing the head. "You're going to get us caught."

"Then you better be quiet, sweetheart." She leaned forward, her perfume filling my senses, her lips brushing my ear. "This is my interview. You just pass or fail."

Her grip tightened. I bucked into her hand, involuntary, and she smiled against my neck. The rain was a curtain around us, hiding us from the world, and I was lost in the feeling of her palm sliding up and down my shaft, slick with my own pre-cum.

"Please," I whispered, not knowing what I was begging for.

"请什么？"

"More."

She pulled her hand away, and I almost whimpered. Then she stood, smoothed her skirt, and nodded toward the back. "There's a storage room. Follow me. Quietly."

I tucked myself back in, heart hammering, and followed her past the counter, past the single barista who was too busy with his phone to notice. The storage room was small, dark, smelling of coffee beans and cardboard. She locked the door behind us.

"Bend me over that crate," she ordered.

I didn't hesitate. She braced her hands on the wooden box, and I hiked her skirt up, revealing her round, perfect ass barely covered by black lace. I tore the panties aside—she gasped—and ran a finger along her slit. She was already soaking wet.

"God, you're ready for me."

"Shut up and fuck me," she hissed.

I shoved my cock into her in one stroke. She cried out, a guttural sound that she muffled with her own fist. I grabbed her hips, pulled back, and slammed in again. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, hot and tight, and I set a punishing rhythm.

"Yes," she moaned, her voice cracking. "Just like that. Fuck me harder."

I slapped her ass, leaving a red print, and she moaned louder. The crate creaked beneath us, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin and the storm outside. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing in circles while I pounded into her from behind.

"I'm close," she breathed. "Don't you dare stop."

I didn't. I drove deeper, harder, until her body shuddered and she came with a scream swallowed by her palm. Her walls convulsed around me, milking me, and I buried myself to the hilt, spilling inside her with a groan that tore from my chest.

We stayed like that for a long moment, panting, sweaty, tangled in the dark. She straightened slowly, fixed her skirt, and turned to face me. Her lipstick was smeared. Her eyes were wild.

"Not bad," she said, voice hoarse. "You're hired."

I laughed, breathless. "That was the interview?"

"That was the first test." She stepped close, pressed her body against mine. "The second one starts tomorrow. My office. Nine sharp."

She unlocked the door and walked out, leaving me alone among the coffee beans with her scent all over me and the rain still falling outside. I didn't even know her last name. I didn't care.

CATEGORIES: [Latina, Office, Rough sex, Milf, Boss]