"Do you like what you see?"

In your heels you are almost two inches taller than him. You ask him if he likes what he sees. He nods almost imperceptibly and emits an inaudible "yes" that you only detect from his hot breath on the crown of your breasts.

You tell him if he likes them so much he should take them. He doesn't move. He just stares at your tits, breathing heavily down your cleavage. You coax him along, grabbing the back of his head and gently pushing his face into your chest. His resistance is minimal, and his face lies in your heaving chest, wheezing but not doing much else. You feign pleasure from this, moaning dramatically and tell him how great that feels. Warm drool spills through your cleavage. He's warmed up to you and silently gnaws on the tightly bound golden flesh.

You love having your boobs played with and his gentle nibbles are quite relaxing. You throw your head back and just enjoy it for a moment. He finally works up the courage to put his hands on you, even now they hover slightly, just grazing your body as they trace your back to your hips. They are **** into a more confident grip by the massive roundness of your ass. You arch your hips into his hands, moaning as he gets the hint and squeezes them firmly.

His fondling is broken by a ring of the phone. You reluctantly break your embrace to answer. Your next interview is here and already coming up the elevator.

You have something going with the guy in your office, but if you aren't going to hire him it may be a waste of time to continue with him.

Of course, you could always compromise.