The door to the office swung open, revealing a 19-year-old boy with a feminine charm that was impossible to ignore. His chest was large, and his ego was even larger, but there was something about him that made me unable to look away.
"Hello, I'm here for the job interview," he said, his voice dripping with confidence.
I tried to keep my gaze focused on his face, but I couldn't help but let my eyes drift down to his chest. It was then that I realized I had been staring, and I quickly averted my gaze, my face flushing with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry," I stammered, trying to regain my composure. "It's just that, well, you have a very... commanding presence."
The boy smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I get that a lot," he said, his voice laced with flirtation. "But I'm not just a pretty face, you know. I have skills and experience that make me the perfect candidate for this job."
I was impressed by his confidence, and I found myself wanting to know more about him. I decided to hire him on the spot, knowing that he would bring a fresh and exciting energy to the office.
As we left the office and made our way to my car, the boy continued to charm me with his wit and humor. He playfully insulted me, calling me "old man" and "dad bod," and I couldn't help but laugh.
"I can't believe you're flirting with me," I said, my face breaking into a smile. "You do know that I'm married, right?"
The boy shrugged, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I know," he said. "But that doesn't mean I can't appreciate a handsome man when I see one."
I was taken aback by his boldness, but I couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction towards him. I had never felt this way about a man before, and I was surprised by how much I was enjoying our flirtatious banter.
When we arrived at my home, the boy followed me inside, and I couldn't help but notice his eyes widening as he took in my large collection of sex toys. I was a man of many interests, and I wasn't afraid to explore my sexuality.
Before I knew it, the boy was in my arms, and I was kissing him deeply. He resisted at first, but eventually gave in to his desires. I trailed kisses down his neck, whispering dirty talk in his ear. He moaned with pleasure, his body responding to my touch.
I led him to my bedroom, where I pulled out a strap-on. He was hesitant at first, but eventually agreed to try it. I took him from behind, thrusting deeply and making him moan with pleasure.
After we finished, we lay on the couch, catching our breath. The boy couldn't help but feel a connection with me, despite our age difference and the fact that I was married. I kissed him deeply, leaving him wanting more.
As he left my home, the boy had a smile on his face. He knew that this was just the beginning of our unconventional relationship.
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