Part 2
‘Ok,’ you say. ‘This is pretty much there. There are just a couple of things…’ You outline small tweaks that you want making. I’m relieved – it’ll be a really quick job to sort them out.
‘Right, I’ll let you know when I’m done.’ I stand and turn towards the door.
‘Oh, no need to go back to your desk,’ you say. ‘You might as well just make the changes here.’ You stand and indicate that I should move to your seat. I lower myself down and you lean forward, your chin almost resting on my shoulder. We’ve never been this close before. Your hair brushes against the side of my head as you point out something you want changing. You turn your head towards me as I look towards you, so close our noses are almost touching. ‘Is that ok?’ you ask.
‘Absolutely,’ I reply.
‘Good,’ you say, and reward me with one of your smiles. ‘We’ll be finished with this in no time.’
I start making the corrections, trying to concentrate on the work and not on the sight of you sat opposite me, basically in the spot where I saw you sucking another man’s cock. It is warm in the office so I can’t blame you for undoing the top couple of buttons on your blouse, but it does mean that when you lean forward to pick a document off your desk it takes all my discipline to keep my eyes on the screen.
The last correction is completed I lean back in my chair. ‘Done!’
‘Oh, thank Heaven for that. No, thank you for that. You’ve been an absolute star.’
‘No problem. It’s what I’m here for.’
‘Oh, I’ve been so stressed about getting this done, I’m so tense. I need a massage.’
‘I could…’ I stop myself, but it’s too late. Shit, I think, I’m about to get fired.
‘Do you do massages?’ you ask, seemingly unoffended. ‘Is that another talent of yours?’
‘Well, I’ve had decent feedback in the past.’ This can’t be happening, I think.
‘I like a neck massage but what I really enjoy is a foot massage. They just relax me. But I couldn’t ask…’
‘No,’ I reply, not wanting to miss this opportunity but not wanting to sound too eager either, ‘it’s fine. I wouldn’t mind.’
‘Oh, you’re a darling. Let me shift myself around…’ You stand up and perch yourself on the edge of the desk. I walk around sit in the vacated chair. You stretch out your leg, offering your foot to me. I take it in my hands, savouring the sensation of your skin on mine. I’m more used to giving neck massages but based on the immediate feedback I get from you, the little moans of satisfaction, I find my way pretty quickly. You have such pretty feet, and your moans are so arousing that I feel my cock swelling uncomfortably in my pants.
‘Oh that’s lovely,’ you say. ‘Would you mind doing the other one?’ And you let your foot fall, but as it does it brushes again the bulge between my legs.
‘Oh…’ you say, in a tone I can’t quite make out as the panic floods my brain.
‘Oh god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that would…I mean, I wasn’t…I’m sorry…’
‘Are you? Are you really? Well, I know what you can do to prove it.’
She’s going to tell me to quit my job, I think. I know she will.
Instead, you lift your foot back up, this time in line with my face.
‘If you’re really sorry,’ you say, ‘then…kiss it.’
‘Er…I’m sorry?’
‘I said, I kiss my foot in apology.’
I lean forward and plant my lips on your skin.
‘And again. And again. Now kiss the sole from top to bottom.’
Within seconds there isn’t a millimetre of your foot that my lips haven’t kissed.
‘Now my toes.’
I take each of your toes into my mouth in turn, caressing them with my tongue.
‘Hmm. I think my foot accepts your apology. But there’s an entire body here that needs the same treatment. Why don’t you start with my inner thighs?’ you ask as you ease your skirt up and open your legs.
I drop to my knees and press my lips to the softness of your thigh… |
