The Job -- Several years ago I worked for a company in a major city. I started out as a temporary worker because the firm was waiting for some positions to open up before hiring any more permanent employees. I really enjoyed the place because it was interesting high-tech work and the people were friendly. The pay as a temp wasn't really great but the prospect of being hired in permanently was an incentive enough to stick with it. After six months, the day I'd been waiting for came. I was asked by my immediate supervisor to report to our division vice president for an interview. This woman was responsible for all hiring and since I had been there some time as a temp, only an interview with her was necessary. I never formally met Ms. Helen Rogers but saw her at various meetings and employee functions. I was familiar with what she looked like because she was a strikingly attractive woman between 45 and 50. She was slim with a very nice body and she appeared taller than she really was because of her high heels. Her skin was fair and her blonde hair was frequently worn 'up' at work. She preferred conservative looking business suits; sometimes with skirts, other times with pants. I also noticed that she fancied skirts a bit on the short side. She had great legs and had a sexy strut when she walked through the offices. I usually wasn't attracted to women her age since, at the time, I was in my early twenties. But, Helen Rogers was a very good-looking woman and hell, men are always horny! No one at work seemed to know if Ms. Rogers was married but some speculated that she had been divorced some time ago. She was pleasant but business-like at work and appeared to be liked by most of the employees. Some of the women in the office close to Helen's age sounded a bit jealous because she was so attractive and some of the men privately mentioned that they had they would 'do' her if given the chance. I didn't know what to think and was just thinking about getting hired on permanently. I was determined to make a good impression and not fuck up the interview. I was told to report to Ms. Rogers' office at 4 PM on a Friday afternoon. I asked why so late and was informed that Ms. Rogers liked to do any interviews and go right home; less of an interruption of the workday. I wore my best navy-blue suit, white shirt and newest tie. I got nervously through the workday and finally 4 o'clock rolled around and I took the elevator to the sixth floor executive suite. Ms. Rogers' secretary met me at the elevator and showed me into the waiting room. She peeked into the boss's office and said she had to leave to pick her kids up at the dentist's. As she left she said I could go right in to see Ms. Rogers. With my heart pounding I walked on in. I was impressed by Helen Rogers' office. It had very feminine influences but still retained the 'power' look. It was larger than I expected. She asked me to sit down in a chair next to her large wooden desk. She lifted my resume from a folder in front of her and crossed her legs as she began to browse through it This was a surprise treat. As I mentioned, she had great legs and I'm getting to see them up close. She wore a dark gray business suit. The skirt was short and rode up a bit on her thighs as she crossed her legs. Along with black patent leather pumps she wore dark stockings. I could see that her jacket was hung in a closet across the room. She had on a silky white blouse that was translucent. I could see that underneath she wore a lacy white bra and that her breasts were well-formed -- I'd say around a C-cup. Looking around the office I noticed doors leading to other rooms. They were partially open and I could see one led to her personal washroom and the other had the lights off and was too dark to see inside. Ms. Rogers said my resume read well and she was impressed with my work evaluations thus far. She took off her reading glasses and turned toward me. Her skirt rode up another inch but she made no attempt to pull it down. Nice thighs, I thought. As she sat straighter in her padded leather chair, her chest pushed out and a slight strain on the silk of her blouse became apparent. I could really make out the lacy pattern of her bra and saw that her breasts were beginning to swell out over the material ever so slightly. I also saw that her nipples were aroused and starting to show. As we talked during the interview, I couldn't help but drink in her lovely body and my dick was stirring in my pants. I shifted in my seat several times to get more comfortable. I tried to be inconspicuous but I guess my discomfort and the growing bulge in my pants were noticeable. Helen asked me if I was all right. I stammered that I was and saw that her gaze had fallen to my crotch area. A smile grew on her face. She said I was perfect for the permanent job and I could start on the company payroll on Monday. I was glad of that but still aware that she was staring at my obvious erection. I almost died when she casually asked if I found her to be attractive. I hesitated for a bit and thought to myself "What the fuck!" and answered "Yes, I do!" He smile quickly changed to a pleasant but surprised expression and evolved into a wide open-mouth smile. "I'm pleased to hear that. You're a very handsome young gentleman! Please call me Helen" she said. "Stand up and come over to me". I stood up the best I could trying to disguise my hard-on but it was no use. She was obviously very interested in my predicament and was and expert cockteaser. As I walked a few steps to her side she told me to take my coat off. I did and threw it back on my chair. As I reached where she was sitting I could see down the front of her blouse. She had a few buttons unfastened and I could see the swell of her breasts and the cleavage between. Helen giggled as she saw me taking a peek down her blouse and before I knew it she placed her hand on my crotch right over my now raging hard-on. Her touch sent a shock through my groin and my breath caught. She continued to giggle as she rubbed her hand over my dick. Helen stood up still massaging my erection through my pants and with her other hand she took one of mine and pulled it to a breast. The feel of the soft silk and the plump flesh underneath was stimulating. Without any more encouragement I began to feel her up. She playfully squeezed my cock as I did so. "I adore young men" she breathed as her lips lightly touched mine. "I have a weakness for them and can't get enough." Then her mouth opened and her tongue slipped out erotically and probed my own lips. I opened my mouth and let her hot tongue inside and soon we were engaged in a torrid French kiss. Both my hands went to her breasts as she began to undo my belt and zipper. Suddenly Helen backed away and leaned against her desk. The sight of her all hot and bothered was pretty erotic. "Take out your penis and show it to me" she said. I immediately finished unzipping my pants and reached in and pulled out my stiff dick. The look on her face told me she was pleased with the size and thickness of my manhood. "I honestly enjoy watching young men masturbate. Will you do it for me?" she said. I started to stroke it slowly and after the initial embarrassment of exposing myself to a strange woman, I felt great. As Helen watched me jerk off she began pulling up the front of her skirt. She hiked it up past her stocking tops and I could see her garter belt and panties. She reached inside the crotch of her panties with one hand and began to play with her clit. Her other hand was rubbing one of her breasts. She began to moan softly. I was going fucking crazy. This was so unreal. Finally, she was breathing heavily and unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She looked hot in her lacy bra and short skirt all pulled up to her waist. "Sit down in the chair" she ordered. I complied willingly. She then reached behind her and unfastened her bra and let it fall from her shoulders. Her breasts tumbled out of the cups. Helen's pretty pink nipples were puckered and erect. She was very excited. "I want to taste you," she said as she knelt down in from of me. She took my cock from my hand and stroked me as she went down on me with her mouth. She gave me a fantastic blowjob after which I shot a load of my cum on her face and bare tits. Helen tried to laugh but was out of breath. I was totally drained and wasted by the whole experience. She wiped the cum off her face and chest with her silk blouse. She pulled some pins from her hair and let the blonde tresses fall to her shoulders. I helped her to her feet and she led me over to the darkened room beyond one of the doors. She turned on the light and I saw that it was a small bedroom she used when she worked late She unzipped her skirt and slid it off her hips and down to the floor. As she kicked it away she pulled down her panties to reveal a very hairy bush between her thighs. "Get naked" she said. I stripped all my clothes off and took her in my arms and kissed her long and deep. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her close to my body. My cock was beginning to harden again and we both got into bed. She laid on her back and spread her legs giving me a good view of her hairy wet cunt. She still wore her lace garter belt, nylon stockings and spiked high heels. I started to remove her shoes but Helen told me she liked to be fucked with them on. I moved between her spread thighs and took hold of her feet by her spiked heels. I held her legs outward while I plunged my stiff dick deep into her pussy. I fucked her furiously and drove her to a shuddering orgasm. She was very vocal in bed and cried out when she came. I emptied my balls into her and we collapsed on the sheets in a heap of sweat and cum. I had never fucked an older woman before and this was absolutely wonderful. Helen and I fucked several more times that night. In the morning after showering in her washroom and getting dressed we went out for breakfast and later home to our separate apartments. We've had sex many more times after that and each time more intense than the time before. I've since moved on to another company but I'll never, EVER, forget my first job!