Jason raced into the employment office fifteen minutes late and sweating bullets. It was bad enough that he was twenty-four years old, still living with his mother and hadn't had a job since graduating from high school. But to make matters worst, his mother had threatened that if he didn't get a job by the end of the week she was going to throw him out. He ignored the closed sign and headed for the main office. He was scheduled to meet Susanne Johansson. Quickly locating her office, he peaked inside and noticed her coat lying on top of the desk.
"Great she's still here." He thought to himself and quickly took a seat, hoping it would look as though he'd been here for a while.
As he sat there listening to her humming inside the bathroom, feeling a bit uncomfortable he decided to make his presence known.
"Hello, Hello Ms. Johansson?"
Suddenly a middle-aged woman stuck her head out from the bathroom door.
"Uhh hello, my name's Jason Sinclair, my mother told me you could help me get a job. I'm sorry I'm late, but my train had some delays and I had to take another route. Listen Miss, I know this doesn't look good, but I promise, I'm willing to do anything, I need a job so bad."
The young dark brown skinned man nearly lost his breath as the woman stepped from the bathroom with her blouse open and her bra exposed. Her breasts were huge golden brown mounds and surprisingly round for her age, which Jason figured, she had to be at least 55.
"Who let you in here young man?" She questioned.
"Oh, the door was open, so....so I just walked in. I knew I was late so I was just hoping I could catch you before you left for the day."
"Can't you see that I'm getting dressed?"
Jason's eyes couldn't help but observed the woman's tight figure, especially her thick thighs and fat ass inside the taut skirt that clung to her as if painted on.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but I really need a job, please can you help me?"
He stood up allowing his eyes to journey along the lines of her saggy but sexy body. Her face was a bit hard, made more evident with her salt and pepper hair pulled back in a bun. Maybe it was the perfume she wore, maybe it was how tight her skrit fit, may be it was her thick red lips, but more than likely it was because he was just horny as hell. Nevertheless, the older woman appealed to Jason and the sight of her tits bobbing up and down in her battle ship like bra turned him on. He could feel his manhood rising slowly in his pants, a sight that did not go unnoticed by the elderly woman. It had been quite some time since she'd had a good bone'en.
"Well Mr. what did you say your name was?"
"Oh my name's Jason Sinclair, so do you think you can help me? I really need a job, I'll do anything."
"Hmm, sounds like you're pretty desperate Mr. Sinclair." She stated coyly prancing away from the door, allowing the young man to feast his eyes on her body. She casually took a seat in the swivel chair behind the desk.
"Well tell me Jason, exactly what can you do?" She asked staring at the bugle in his pants.
"Well, to tell you the truth ma'am, I really don' have much experience at any thing, but I promise you, I'm a quite learner and I'll work long and hard."
