I was having a lousy day at work, and the interview I was doing with Mayor Parsons wasn't helping any. One more boring interview with one more public official, although Mayor Parsons did look a damn sight better than most of the people I dealt with as a news reporter for the local paper.
She wasn't exactly a beauty, but she was a damn fine looking woman in her forties, with short hair and wide hips and a mouth that I had trouble ignoring when she talked. There had been a couple times in the past when I thought she had been coming on to me, but I had always been very careful and professional, and had never given her any reason to think I was acting improperly. But there had been more than one time I had jerked off while thinking about her, naked and squirming beneath me.
As the interview progressed, she crossed her legs several times, with her skirt hiking up just a bit each time. She had great legs, and I wasn't having any trouble at all keeping my eyes off her mouth. As we continued talking about the town's plans for a downtown revitalization project, things finally reached a point where she actually flashed me a little glimpse of her panties. I quickly looked away and saw her watching me as I was watching her.
Her office in the town hall is a small one with a storeroom connected to it, where the office supplies and other items are stored on shelves. A few minutes after she flashed me, she asked if I would help her with something. Of course, I said yes, and she led me in to the store room. She pointed to a cardboard box up on the third shelf of a set of metal shelves and asked if I could get it down for her. I stepped close to the shelf and stretched up for the box, rising up on tiptoes.
That's when she pressed in close behind me, grabbing my wrists and holding them together above my head, while her groin and hips pressed my ass into the shelves so I couldn't move without actively pushing her away. Surprised as I was, that was the last thing on my mind.
