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Engineers Can Be Trained

Date: 1/18/2017, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, First Time, Author: CandyXLove, Rating: 82.8, Source: sexstories.com

this poor guy explode, or at least totally unable to talk. I felt compelled to help this guy out. I sat down at the table, but keeping my body as far from his as possible to keep him more comfortable. I even positioned my arms as best I could so he wouldn't feel compelled to have to look too much at my boobs. "So what was the meeting about?" I asked. "Interviewing." He said. Apparently there was a worldwide shortage of words. "You got any lined up?" I asked, making a mental note to ask more open ended questions! "Three," he finally replied. "You ready?" I asked, aligning myself with his conciseness. "Not really," He said with a tad more interest. "Why not," I asked, actually caring this time. "I need a suit," he said rather sadly. "Go get one, they sell them all over," I said obviously. "Too expensive?" "No, my Dad put $800 on my card today," he replied. "I just have never shopped for one. I'm not good with this kind of thing. "Getting dressed?" I asked with a sarcastic smile. "Ha. Ha." he replied, I think finally appreciating my attempt at humor. "I just don't get dressed up very often. Or ever." I picked up my smartphone and did some quick searching. "Nordstrom's has a decent suit sale going on," I said excitedly. "I know they have a whole department with great young men's suits." "I have no idea how to pick one out," he said, making Eeyore seem like a cheerleader. "If you have a car, I'll go with you," I said. "I have a good sense for fashion, and you would be fun to ... shop for. And clearly you need the help." At least he smiled with that one! He did have a car, and he did agree to let me go with him. But it was sooooooo painful for him to be walking next to me. He was such a nice guy, and he was interviewing some great companies, but he just needed to unwind a bit. Well, a lot. With just the teeniest amount of social skill and confidence, this guy could be banging his way around campus (and he would do soooo much better at interviewing!). We got to Nordstroms and found the suit department. A very cute young man, about Keith's age came up to help us. Now this guy was clearly a player. Although he was polite, and showed us around the department, he just couldn't keep his hands off me, or his eyes off my boobs. Of course, I liked the attention, but he was not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he did look good wrapped up in a suit. He did help us find 3 suits that might work, so Keith and I went to try them on. The sales guy had them set out for us, and left to go help a new richer looking guy that just walked into the department. "Let's start with this one," I said. Picking up a nice charcoal grey suit and heading into the dressing room. "Where are you going?" Keith asked in a panic. "You can't be in the dressing room." "Sure I can," I said stubbornly. "I came all the way out here, and I'd going to make sure this fits perfectly." He stammered some nonsense about "privacy" and "respect for boundaries," but I was not going to sit in the waiting ...