Watching Anastesia
written by:
Dartman

‘High rise window cleaner wanted. No fear of heights. Work all hours. Experience helpful, but not required.'

The ad caught my eyes. I had just been laid off from a high tech job analyzing ohm resistance in wafer chips. I was making and spending around $65,000 a year plus incentive bonuses; medical, dental, vision, 401K match, etc. I had a great job and was really enjoying my life style.

Then the big bang. Pinked slipped with two weeks notice, three months continuation of benefits and of course, unemployment. Unemployment would not even cover my house payment. I needed to get employed before my benefits ran out. It was a little scary being tossed in the unemployed ranks. But I was determined to not fail. I had read too many self improvement books to be daunted by little things like no income, losing my medical benefits, losing my house, a sinking credit rating, poor job prospects and none at the level of subsistence I had been accustomed to. Oh well! Onward and upward, Right?

I didn't know it at the time, but this was the best thing that could have ever happened to me.

The phone number on the ad was answered by a sensual voice. Hello, this is Anastesia, how may I help you? We chatted a little while as she reviewed with me the criterion that was required for the job. Then she wanted to know if I would prefer she mail me the application or would I be dropping by to get it.

I needed a job so I told her I would be by that afternoon. She gave me the address and directions. As I hung up, I felt like a teenage kid getting ready for his first date. I wanted to meet the person behind this pleasant and very sensual voice. I had some rather sexual images of what this lady would look like.

On the drive over I was contemplating the job requirements. Heights never seemed to bother me. I enjoyed Para-trooping school in the army. I was an armature rock climber. I think I always thought it made me manlier, especially when I was trying to super charge my conservations to impress the opposite sex. Oh, the embellishments we give ourselves.

I was not disappointed when I opened the office door. Behind the four foot counter sitting at a modern glass-top table facing sideways to me was a beautiful blond. She was approximately 25 years old. Long shinny hair pulled back from her face and tied in a pony tail. Pointed facial features, medium red lipstick, dangling ear rings and a tight dress that rode halfway up her thighs. I would guess that she was a 34C.

"Good Afternoon. Are you Anastesia?"

As she stood up her response was "You must be Paul." Her frame was about 5'10" and I would estimate 110 lbs. Deep blue eyes, high cheek bones and beautiful skin, typical features of a young Russian girl.

"Yes Maam, That would be me." I did a polite nod as I responded.

As she continued her walk to the counter she extended her hand. "Nice to meet you".

"The pleasure is a-l-l mine." Dragging out the words a little to emphasis how beautiful I thought she was. She started to blush a little as I held onto her hand for a couple seconds after we shook. "You have a very pleasant voice over the phone".

We exchanged some more flirtasous pleasantries. In fact, she was very easy to get to know. She was born in Russia, had been in America for eight years, was collage educated with a degree in architectural design, and actually spoke English, probably better than me. We talked several minutes before a phone call interrupted us. When she pushed the button for line two on the phone, she greeted who ever it was in Russian. It was fun listening to her gibberish. When the call ended, she retrieved the application from a file cabinet and started to hand it to me, then paused for a second to ask if I would like to fill it out here or would I be bringing it back later. The way she said it, made me feel as though she was inviting me to stay.

"I would like to fill it out here, if that's Ok?"

"Sure. Why don't you sit at Uri's desk? He just told me he was not coming back today." I surmised that it was Uri on the phone. We should have the office to ourselves. Then she led me to a desk that was directly opposite hers and laid the application down. Took a pen from its cup holder and laid it on the app. "If you have any question, don't hesitate to ask me. I will be happy to help you." Her smile was flirtasous and somewhat intoxicating.

"Thank you."

Anastesia sashayed a little as she returned to her desk. I couldn't help but look at her shapely legs. Great calf muscles. She arrived at her chair, turned and sat down, being very prim and proper, making sure to hold her knees together. Her tight dress rode halfway up her thighs again. She definitely knew how to get a man's attention when she wanted it. She had all the moves down. As I began filling out the job application, she seemed to stay focused on her computer screen. But my focus kept drifting to her.

She would move a little and I would instantly look at her legs. Every once and a while, I would notice a grin on her face. I sensed she knew she was turning me on. She was getting into it. We were the only ones in the office. She had to go to the copier machine and as she stood, she let her knees part just a little. It gave me an instant bulge in my groin. I pretended not to notice, but she knew that I was looking up her dress. I felt a silly flush come over me as though I had been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

When she returned, she smiled at me and I smiled back. Then she did the unexpected, as she sat down, she parted her legs wide so I got a quick glimpse of her white panties. As she closed her legs, I saw that grin again. I knew this was a game to her. As she resumed her typing, she slowly over the next ten minutes kept spreading her knees wider, turning her ankles slightly to the outside. It was enticing me to look up her dress. What a real turn on.

My bulge was growing and I wanted to reach down to move my cock because it was straining and very uncomfortable. But I couldn't do that without being obvious. I did not want to stop this tease. It was a fantastic turn on. So I just sat there in pain and enjoyed the show.

She was becoming somewhat transparent with her enticing. Now the grin on her face was constant. Though she was pretending to work, she knew she had my full attention.

It wasn't long before her legs were far enough apart that I got glimpses of her panties as she wiggled her legs sideways. After about fifteen minutes, she sat there with her legs apart, not trying to give me glimpses, but leaving her panties in full view. The thin white material had formed a crease between her lips. To accentuate my view even more, she started to swing her knees slightly to the outside in a twitching manner. The only thing restraining her was the tightness of her dress. In her squirming, she scooted forward slightly to force her dress to ride higher on her thighs.

About five more minutes passed when she reached down between her legs, lifted the hem of her dress slightly and began to scratch her thigh about three inches from her pussy. She made it look so innocent as though she had forgotten that I was in the room. But I knew she was teasing me and believe me, it was working. I sat there totally enrapt with the view. I kept my eyes from making contact with hers and focused only on her legs. I could not take my eyes away for more than a second. I am sure she knew exactly what she was doing to me. I squirmed in my chair as I was trying to release the pressure on my cramped cock.

Then I saw a dark spot begin to appear on her panties. She was getting turned on. I knew it was time to break the ice and see where this show was going to end up.

I finally looked up at her face and caught her looking at me before she quickly returned to her computer screen. That brought a spontaneous flush to her face again and an instinctive closing of her knees.

I started by saying "You have the most beautiful legs I have ever seen." Instantly I realized how teenage boyish that sounded.

She seemed a little surprised that I would be so bold to say such a thing. She got that innocent smile as our eyes met and fixated on each other.

"Oh, I'm sorry. This dress keeps creeping up on me. I hope I haven't embarrassed you." She made a feeble attempt to pull her skirt down.

"Oh no, not at all. In fact, I am really enjoying the view. Please don't re-adjust anything. If I were a genie, I would make you dress disappear altogether." I was kind of chuckling as I said that.

She flashed a big smile and said in a sexy voice, "Oh, you are being naughty."

"Not naughty. Just Honest. Can't fault a guy for that, can you? After all, you said we were alone, and I am truly enjoying just watching you. You are gorgeous! All kidding aside, I haven't enjoyed myself this much in a long time. I still have a ways to go on the application. Please, Please don't change a thing. Just forget I ‘m even in the room. Go on and continue what you are doing. I will just sit here, finish my paperwork and enjoy the view!"

Her grin was now a big smile. She broke eye contact and went back to staring at her computer screen. She scooted a little further forward in her chair and parted her knees a little more. Her skirt hem was now only a couple inches from her panties. She had more than just a grin on her face as she was starting to bite her lower lip. Very sexy! Her panties reveal no pussy hair bulge, so I knew she was clean shaven. She had a small tattoo on the inside of her thigh about an inch from her crotch. I couldn't tell what it was.

I stood and turned away from her and reached down and readjusted my cock. What a relief! When I turned back around she was studying me. My hard on could be seen a block away. She stared at my crouch for a few seconds, making sure I saw where her focus was, then our eyes met again as she got that smirky, sexy grin, slightly raised an eyebrow and finally returned to her typing.

She continued squirming in her chair in a deliberate manner to force her skirt higher. The wet spot on her panties was growing. My view is so clear that I can see a little bulge where her clit is beginning to appear. I know she is getting more turned on as she continues the tease.

"I can't help but notice that you have a tattoo on your thigh. Do you mind if I ask what it is?"

"It is a little flower design I drew a few years ago."

‘May I see it a little closer?" I was getting bold now.

She did an instinctive, innocent look around the office and then said "I guess that would be alright." She got up and locked the door and returned to her chair.

As I stood up to approach her, she slid her chair back from the desk and turned it sideways to be able to accommodate me. She hiked her dress up all the way up above her butt before sitting back down. She spread her legs again and reached down with her hand to cover her pussy. Her panties had a thin white, see through fabric on top. Very sexy. I walked to within a few inches of her and bent down to examine her tattoo. My face is now very close to her. She wasn't feigning embarrassment or being overly forward as she exposed her legs. She had a self confidence that made her even more attractive. She wanted me to enjoy her design. It was unique and very well done.

She was in no hurry to cover up. We talked about her Tat for a few minutes. Sitting the way she was with legs spread, made my cock bone hard. There was no hiding it from her as I noticed her attention kept returning to my manly bulge.

I could see another tattoo beneath the top see through part of her panties. I ask her about it and would she also show it to me?

She seemed a little hesitant, but after some pleading, she stood, turned her back to me and removed her panties. When she turned back around she hid her pussy with her hand and sat back down. Her dress was still riding above her butt. The second tattoo was another larger flower with a long stem that seemed to grow out of her hairless pussy. Her hand was covering the bottom of the stem. I ask if she designed that one also.

"Yes" was the reply. "Do you like it?"

"Very much. I am just wishing I was the one who put a tattoo on that part of your body. By the way, I love what you've done with your hair. It highlights your tattoo perfectly." I have a sheepish grin on my face.

She chuckled and said "You are being naughty again."

"You know, I have to tell you, you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. But I bet every guy you meet tells you that."

"Not everyone, but thank you. I'd better get back to work, don't you think?"

With that, she spun her chair around and moved back in position before removing her hand and resuming her typing. So I returned to my chair and sat down, which, was quite a difficult task considering the condition of my cock. She still had her skirt pulled up from under her butt so now when she spread her legs a beautiful clean shaven pussy with medium large lips appeared. The stem of her flower started right at the top of her clit. I quit trying to pretend to fill out the job application. Besides, I had finished it a half hour ago.

I am now sitting and staring intently at her pussy. I am not even trying to disguise where I am focused. I am as caught up as a guy sitting at the meat rack in a nude bar.

Pretending to be hard at work, without the restraint of her dress, she was able to open her legs wide. She began the nervous, twitchy sideways bounce of her knees again. She knew that it was forcing her pussy lips to part. It was exciting to watch her lips becoming engorged and swollen. She was truly enjoying this tease. Her pussy was beginning to glisten as moisture began to form. It wasn't long before I could see her juices trickling down to form a wet spot on her chair.

After several minutes she couldn't stand it any longer and finally reached down to rub her pussy. She looked directly at me. Smiled and spread her legs to give me an incredible view. She didn't want me to miss anything. Then she slid her chair around to the side of the table.

Without waiting for her to say anything, I instantly responded with "Thank You". Then I slid my chair from behind the desk around to the side which gave me a totally unobstructed close view of the show she was putting on. I was maybe six feet from her. My whole face was one big smile as I prepared for her show.

At first she put her hand down, fingers together and rubbed upward as she let out a small sigh. It only took a few strokes before she was letting her middle finger ever so slightly slip inside her pussy lips. As she did so she was looking at me with the biggest smile she could muster. Masturbating in front of me was a real turn on for her. I couldn't believe how much she was enjoying putting on this show.

Before long, her finger was going deep into her wet pussy. Her eyes naturally closed, as she felt the electric sensations from her probing. One finger, then two. Then both hands found her crotch. She began making small pressure circles on her clit. She slid as far forward as she could and still stay on her chair. She propped one leg on the table top, fully exposing not only her womanhood, but her ass also. As I enjoyed the show she opened her eyes to see my fascination, then closed them again as her body was responding to her touch. She switched position, turning somewhat sideways and raising the leg she had propped on the glass table top higher in the air, so she could reach around from her backside. She spread her ass checks apart exposing a perfect backdoor ring and opening her pussy lips wider. Then she inserted two fingers deep in her love channel, while the other hand was massaging her clit. She began an alternating action, first pulling backward on her pussy, then pulling forward on her clit. She had arrived at that point in her own indulgence where the world around her didn't exist.

I am sitting in my chair and am rubbing the head of my hard cock through my jeans. I have seen a lot of porno movies, but never in live performance. I am captivated.

As her orgasm finally hit, she was bucking and moaning, moving her legs together, gripping her hands like a vice, then opening them again to continue the stimulation. She lasted about a minute and a half before she descended form her mountain top. When she finally opened her eyes, she realized that I had moved my chair closer to her and was only about two feet from her pussy. She had a knee jerk reaction and closed her legs tightly, held her hands over her crotch and quickly scooted back up in her chair. She got an almost worried look on her face.

I was sitting on the edge of my chair, elbows on my knees, staring at her crotch. I was beaming from ear to ear. I knew she was apprehensive, so I took the initiative. "You are so gorgeous." I gently placed my hands on the top of her thighs. "Please don't stop the show. You've got me turned on and I need your help. You told me to ask, so I'm asking. Please don't stop". I had a true sincerity in my voice, which I think she picked up on.

With that I dropped to my knees and very slowly began to approach her pussy. Pulling gently to open her knees. She is staring at my face and I am looking upward into her beautiful eyes. As we stared into each others gaze, I continued on. She slowly parted her legs enough to allow my head between her knees. I am rubbing the outside of her legs now in a very soft sensual manner as the tension in her body eases. My approach is slow and easy. Not forcing, instead it was more like I was asking permission to proceed, by lightly kissing and letting my tongue rove over her delicate skin. I close my eyes and continue the soft caress. Slowly she lets her legs part more as I continue with my gently permissive kisses and inch my way toward her treasure trove. I get halfway home and I feel her put her hands on the sides of my head as she begins to guide my journey to her ultimate erogenous zone and with that I feel her legs totally relax as she spreads her knees more.

I took that as a signal to continue and did so with a little more aggression. When I open my eyes, I am staring at the most perfect pussy I could ever imagine. Only inches from my face and in a well lit room. It was incredible. I placed my hands under her legs and on the sides of her hips, as I continue my approach to her dripping pussy. Kissing, licking and inching onward. I have her legs spread wide open now and her pussy is fully exposed with her engorged outer lips hanging open to reveal her pink wet hole. Her clit, though not gigantic is very large. I see her juices are still flowing from her hot box.

As I finally arrived and the incredible musk from her first orgasm is driving my lust, I was oblivious to anything other than her sweet pussy. I began to invade her hanging lips with my tongue; slowly at first, lapping up her juices. They were free flowing and she was on fire. I toyed and licked her swollen clit a little being careful to keep a slow pace. Then back again to reach as far inside her as my tongue could go. Finally arriving at her clit again. This time to produce some sucking sensations on that sensitive knob and to begin some very soft nibbling. Her moans and the pulling on the back of my head to keep me in place made apparent her enjoyment of my attention to her needs.

I was now lifting her legs and torso off the chair, opening wide her womanhood for my enjoyment. I sucked the outer lips, pulling them further apart and exposing her private channel to my probing tongue. Going back and forth between each lip and exploring her hot wet hole on each pass. Burying my tongue as deep as possible and tasting her sweet juices, then moving up to her hardened clit every few seconds. Bringing her close but being careful to not let her reach that climax. I didn't want this to end.

I spent at least ten minutes devouring her sweet pussy until her moans had reached a volume where I knew I couldn't stop her impending spasms. So I quickened the pace and applied more pressure to her clit. The ensuing orgasm brought on a bucking motion which seemed to go forever as she squeezed my head with her legs, then released me, then squeezed again and released and squeezed. All the time keeping my head pulled tight to her mound as her hips continued the animalistic gyrations.

My fantasy world had now become a reality. I always knew I could pleasure a woman, but not to this extent; except in my dreams of course.

When she finally came back down to earth, and I had backed away from her, she looked up at me with those deep blue eyes and a wry, sensual grin and asked if I needed help with any other part of the application. We both started laughing. As I stood up she looked at my crotch.

"Tsk, tsk" was her response as she smiled and twisted her head side to side and jokingly pointed an accusing finger. I looked down to see that I had a big wet spot on my jeans. I hadn't had an orgasm, but the pre-cum had soaked all the way through.

With that, she reached up and unzipped my trousers and reached inside to free my rock hard shaft. She had to work at getting it out because my belt was still fastened and the stiffness made it difficult to free. As it finally popped through the zippered opening, she looked up at my eyes and in an almost surprising tone uttered an unexpected "wow". I wasn't sure if she was impressed with the size, or just the hardness.

She immediately began to lick the shaft. She was very well versed in giving head. Sucking kisses along the shaft, working her way to the bulbulous head. Finally arriving at the ultra sensitive knob, she let her lips do some more sucking and kissing, licking and tasting my pre-cum until she finally slipped my shaft inside her hot mouth.

What a sensation. I was struggling, straining not to cum immediately. I wanted to enjoy this as long as possible. As she sucked on my shaft and gently played with my ball sack, I placed my hands on the back of her head. I didn't want to force her any further down, but I had to hold onto something. I pains-takingly made it past that first stimulation and was able to settle down and enjoy her sensual touch. After a short time she gripped my shaft tightly with her hand and began to stroke up and down while she continued the assault with her mouth. With that type of stimulation, it wasn't long until I simple couldn't postpone the inevitable any longer.

As the explosion happened through out my entire body, she held on for dear life. It was as though she didn't want to miss a drop. Load after load shot down her throat. The hardest cum shot I had ever had. When the spasms finally subsided, my knees were weak, my breathing was heavy and gaspy, and I just wanted to collapse. She slowly withdrew my cock from her mouth. Stared up at me with those deep blue eyes and smiled.

Teasingly she said, "did you need any more help with your job application?"

I am chuckling as I answer. "No. I think I'm done with the physical portion, I mean the written portion." I pretended to catch myself in the mistake. "Will there be an interview later?" I have a huge grin as I continue the sexual flirtation.

She kissed my cock shaft one more time and replied, "I certainly hope so! But that will be up to my boss". With that she released her hold of my cock and pulled her dress down as she got back up on her chair, and was acting as though nothing unusual had happened.

I began working my still half erect cock back into my trousers. As I finished zipping up I asked "Where should I leave the application"?

"Oh, right there on the counter would be just fine. Good Luck! I hope to see you soon". Her smile was genuine and warm. I really believed she wanted me to get the job!

"Oh me too. In fact, I will be seeing you soon. Every night, in my dreams"!

That brought a huge smile from both of us.

"Me too." She whispered her response with that sexual inviting sensual tone in her voice.

I looked back one more time as I slowly closed the office door.

Three days later, I got the call for the interview. But that is another story.......