A comfort mating, please

Atalanta Laurel asked, "Would you like to ask me any questions? Or do you have a spark left for a nice comfort mating before you go?" Cowrie Intuitive's personnel director looked kindly at John after his long day of interviews.

John smiled. "I would be pleased for a comfort mating," he said.

"I thought you might say that," she said, smiling back warmly. "I enjoy this time of day, especially." She gestured to the window of her office overlooking the designers' floor. She tilted it slightly open on its hinges.

Across the designers' floor, the employees of Cowrie Intuitive had taken a break from their intense intellectual and creative work. Through the open window, John heard the sighs and moans of mating. His eyes widened as he scanned the floor. It was an unusual custom to have so many people connecting sexually at once, all in company. Every afternoon at CI was like a holiday or a family party.

"Now, let's see, you're how tall?" Atalanta Laurel said. She nodded, then used a foot pedal to raise a little adjustable step in front of the window. She stepped up on it and raised her skirts, bending forward to present her vulva to John.

John took a quick deep breath, seeing the same thick, prominent labia from CI's annual report gaping open wetly. Her fragrance was compelling.

"May I kiss?" John asked.

"You may," she said.

John breathed in her wonderful fragrance, leaned forward and kissed. Her wetness spread over his chin and cheeks. Atalanta was a real "wet Wendy" like some of the girls he'd first experienced in college before he had paired with Gwenn. So appropriate for Atalanta's position in personnel, he supposed. Some corporate personnel managers, he'd heard, got their jobs through connections and had to use copious artificial lubrication. Atalanta's delicious juice was clearly her own. Delicious.

"May I be in you?" John asked.

"Yes, please," she replied.

John opened his trousers and mounted Atalanta from behind, thrusting deeply inside on a carpet of oiled velvet. Their loud sighs joined the sounds of coupling rising through the window. Atalanta calmed his eagerness, encouraging him to slow down for their mutual pleasure. So unlike many couplings he'd had. He felt Atalanta's vagina gently squeezing, massaging him as he thrust slowly. Her fragrance filled his nose as her juices cooled on his face.

"Oh, John, you might want to stop," Atalanta said. "I climax very wet, and I am quite close."

"Oh, I cannot, it feels so wonderful being in you," John said.

"AaaaaaAHHHH!" Atalanta called out as she climaxed. John felt her wet pulses splashing his balls. Her channel squeezed down tightly upon him, and he could not resist rising to meet her. His cock swelled and spent inside her. So beautiful. So wonderful.

A few cheers rose up from the designers' floor as they heard Atalanta Laurel reach her climax.

They separated, momentarily bridged by an arc of John's pearly seed. Atalanta Laurel closed the window to quiet the sounds of the couplings from the design floor.

"Oh dear, John," Atalanta said. "I have rather wet your trousers. You may wish to consider kilts if you come to work with us."

One of the male designers was able to lend John a pair of athletic pants for his return. Atalanta Laurel walked John back to TCD's main-campus office and left his interview packet with Cynthia. Cynthia, TCD's matronly deputy office head, was mildly disappointed that John was not interested in mating with her before he left.

"I had heard good things about you," Cynthia said. "I suppose CI's interview panel left you a bit limp. Why are you wearing athletic pants?"

"A bit of a spill," John said.

Cynthia's nostrils twitched. "I suppose so," she said.

John consented to nurse Cynthia while she masturbated for her own satisfaction, leaving both of them with a smile.

A week later, John received job offers from Transtribal Computing Device's central design office and from their Cowrie Intuitive division. TCD's offer included a handwritten note from Cynthia offering to be John's personal mentor. CI's listed a number of projects that the design director thought might be of interest to him.

John's mother recommended accepting the TCD offer. Particularly after viewing CI's annual report, she thought they were not likely to be a good fit.