By the time the pizza arrived, Janet was out of the shower and drying herself. Jim opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses, lit candles, and then called her to dinner. When she replied that she wasn't dressed, he told her to grab his robe from the back of the bedroom door and come before the pizza was cold. She appeared, combing out her hair, and gasped at the contrast between the elegance of a candlelight dinner with wine and the box of pizza in the middle of the dining table.
As Janet started toward the chair opposite Jim, he slid back from the table and asked her to sit on his knee. When she sat rather gingerly, he gently brushed his thumb across her cheek and said, in his best French accent, "Would Madame like a taste of pizza?" Janet replied affirmatively and Jim pulled a piece from the pie and held it up so she could take a bite. As she chewed, Jim took a bite from his own piece. As they savored the pizza, Janet relaxed and began to forget the soreness in her ass. After a few more bites, she asked Jim how he came up with this fantasy and where he intended to take it.
Jim replied that it just came to him one Sunday morning when they were together and he'd decided to follow and build on the idea to see where it led them. He didn't have any clear intention on how far they went, as long as they were both enjoying it. She said he had scared her two or three times during the initial weekend, but he seemed so in control and he had been very careful not to hurt her, and it had been SO stimulating. Now, her butt was sore but she'd also had two amazing orgasms, and she wanted him to know his new manner was really exciting her.
Jim responded with "Aaarrrr! So ye still want to join me crew, do ye? The interview's not over yet, but ye're still the top candidate!" Smiling, Janet asked how many mates he'd interviewed so far for the position. "Just one, but she's getting' a thorough vetting. Now shut up and eat!"
After dinner, they cleaned up the dishes and Jim asked Janet about the rest of her work week. Janet, thinking he might be planning another session, told him that the following day was relatively light, but on Thursday, she had an all-day meeting with some clients and so would have to dress professionally and be on top of her game, then on Friday, she'd need to do follow-up activities depending on the results of the meeting. They continued to talk about her job for a while, then the conversation moved on. By the time she went home, she had forgotten that she told him about her week.
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