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She Had To Wear Those Boots
by Thomas Frottage (tfrottage@aol.com)
***
A man is hit on by the pretty Human Resources Assistant
at work. (MF, office-affair, rom, footware)
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The meeting seemed to drag on forever. One of those
mandatory new corporate directives forcing all employees
to understand that the work place is a diverse
environment and everyone needs to get along. So there I
sat, fighting back the building urge to rip my
fingernails directly from the thin skin that held them
in place. God, could this get any worse?
I looked around at the mix of people in the class and
immediately got the feeling that I was not alone in my
sense of torture. I am a manager with the firm so I
couldn't just get up and leave without committing career
suicide so I was going to have to endure the whole
class. I tried doodling on the notepad provided, but the
monotone voice of the dry instructor cut through my
every thought. I decided to try and follow along in the
handout. Might as well try and get something out of the
class, I thought as I found the page the instructor was
highlighting with his Power Point presentation.
Suddenly the accounting guy sitting next to me passed me
a note, "Look at Leslie," it read.
I cast a sideways glance at him then up a few tables to
the lovely Human Resources assistant. I always thought
she was hot, but knew she was a happily married woman.
She sat with her legs spread wider apart than is usually
accepted in a business environment, causing the thin tan
material of her pants to cling to her well-toned legs.
From my position I could make out the faint outline of
chiseled muscles under the material now stretched to its
limit. Oh how I wished I were at a table in front of
her. I was sure that the way she was sitting would give
me a glimpse between her legs.
My eyes drifted down toward her feet. I don't have a
thing for shoes, but always thought certain women looked
hot in certain types of shoes. I about jumped from my
seat when I realized that Leslie was wearing dark black
leather boots with those tight pants. She had to wear
those boots, I thought as I started visualizing her
taking off her pants. I did have an extreme weakness
when it came to a great looking lady in a nice pair of
boots; especially someone with legs as shapely as
Leslie's. Maybe the class was going to be okay after
all. I withdrew into a fantasy world, Leslie's boots
playing a major role in my woolgathering.
Mr. Monotone was a great buzz killer. I couldn't keep
focused on my fantasy. My eyes never strayed far from
Leslie's boots though, even that voice couldn't damage
my vision. I don't think anyone noticed, nor did I
really care. Her perfect little body had actually made
the class bearable. It was time to get back to real
work, the only vision of Leslie now in my mind's eye.
I was busy putting the finishing touches on a project I
would be presenting in a few days when I heard a
familiar voice out in the lobby area of my office. My
heart beat a little faster as I heard my assistant tell
Leslie I was in my office and to go on in. Instantly my
mind filled with the image of her in the meeting,
looking oh so yummy.
"You got a minute?" she asked as she came through my
open door.
"Sure," I replied, quickly sitting. She still wore those
tight tan pants, her boots barely visible under them.
She held a group of files tight to her chest as she
entered, closing the door with her free hand. She was a
slight woman, 5'4" at best, probably a hundred pounds,
23 or 24 if I had to guess and had an incredibly
sexiness to her. Naivet (C) exuded from her light almond
skin. I loved that innocent look.
"What can I do for you?" I asked looking at her
beautiful brown eyes, slightly concealed behind a
fashionable pair of eyeglasses.
She sat in one of the guest chairs in front of my desk,
adjusted her cream colored blouse and crossed her legs.
I couldn't help notice her full B-cups move under her
blouse as she adjusted the top button. She was showing
too much cleavage, I guessed. One pant leg slid somewhat
up her leg giving me another good look at the erection
inspiring black leather boot. Her sandy brown hair hung
loosely down her back. She didn't wear it down too
often, and I thought it had been up in a makeshift bun
during the earlier meeting. I could've been mistaken; I
was not really looking at her hair!
"I'm taking a survey of all the managers," she said,
setting the files on the edge of my desk. "What'd you
think about the class?"
"It sucked," I said, honestly. "I know we're a diverse
industry. I don't think we need it driven down our
throats."
"But you did pay attention?"
"Of course," I said, confused, unsure where she was
headed.
"Hmm, I thought you spent most of the class watching me.
Must've been just wishful hoping." She sat forward in
the chair; her blouse opened just a little exposing some
cleavage.
Was I caught? I stood from my chair and walked to my
office refrigerator, "Do you want a water?" I asked,
taking one for myself. Buying time.
Leslie shook her head.
I took a sip from the plastic container. "Why do you
think that?" I asked.
"I just thought I saw you looking. No big deal. It was a
pretty boring class."
"I did look at you. I noticed your boots," I said,
trying not to sound too strange.
"These?" She proudly put both boots on my desk, her
pants inching further up her legs.
"Yeah, I have a thing for chicks in boots."
"What kind of thing?" she asked, biting her bottom lip
like an innocent schoolgirl caught by the head mistress.
"Not like a fetish or anything. I just... I dunno, I
like a nice set of legs with boots on. And... I'd just
leave them on during sex," I explained.
"Do you think my legs look good in boots?" she asked,
gazing at me over the tips of her delicious boots.
I felt myself start to blush. I had to maintain
professional dignity. Why was she taking me down this
path?
"Don't worry," she said with a sly grin, "I won't tell
Human Resources."
"You've got great legs," I finally blurted, not able to
take her teasing any longer.
"And how might you know that? Can you see through my
pants?"
"You don't wear pants every day," I said.
I saw a slight shade of embarrassed blush rush over her
angelic face as she uneasily shifted forward in the
chair, a finger now twirling a strand of hair. Had I
made her nervous? I thought I was the one trying to keep
my cool.
"I sure don't," she finally said, a bit more composed.
"Do you like it when I don't cover my legs?" Her teasing
tone back again.
"I sure do."
"How much?"
Was that an invitation? I took it as one - I had held
back my desires long enough. I took another swig of
water and walked over next to her chair. Without any
warning I leaned down and kissed Leslie's soft lips. I
felt her mouth open slightly, allowing my searching
tongue to enter her hot mouth. Suddenly Leslie's tongue
darted into my mouth, grappling with mine. I reached
down and cupped a breast while our tongues explored each
other's mouths.
I was rock hard as I felt her tit-flesh through the
smooth material of her top. Only in my widest dreams did
I think she could feel this good.
Leslie let out a small breathy moan as my fingers
kneaded her flesh under her tight bra. Her nipples
responded by popping out like little erasers. Her tongue
darted further down my throat as my kneading continued.
Her hand crept up to my crotch. Gently she traced my
massive erection with her fingers, eagerly enjoying my
stiffness. I could feel the desire radiating from her.
Not to be out done, I slipped open Leslie's shirt, undid
the clasp of her bra with one hand (an old high school
trick) and discarded both to the floor. Her body was
tighter than I imagined. It was obvious that she spent
many hours working out. Her stomach was something right
out of a fitness magazine; perfectly cut abs with a
silver bar nicely piercing her bellybutton. The belly
ring was a nice touch, something I didn't expect. My
cock twitched to an unbelievable size as I took in the
awesome site.
I bent down, my mouth quickly finding a pink nipple. I
teasingly nibbled on it while gently cupping the rest of
her tit-flesh. Leslie responded by undoing the button of
my pants and pulling them down.
Quickly I stepped out of my trousers exposing my burning
erection trying to climb from the tip of my boxers.
Leslie wasted no time. Like a vixen possessed she pulled
my cock from my boxers, eagerly deep throating it. Her
hot mouth sent chills down my spine and I let out an
audible moan as her tongue danced up the backside of my
smooth shaft. I was in heaven.
Leslie slipped to the floor as she eagerly sucked me
with everything she had. I rubbed the top of her head as
she bobbed trying to keep myself from exploding down her
hungry throat. Her silky hair felt so good under my
fingertips that the sexual sensation seemed to be
heightened to a level I had never before experienced. I
felt my knees go weak and buckle. God I wanted to shot
down her throat!
Leslie slurped loudly as she sucked my cock making sure
she looked up at me with her beautiful eyes. Her
innocent eyes and mouth full of cock just enticed me
even more as she continued to expertly suck me off. I
felt myself brimming to the point of no return. Leslie
was going to have me cumming in no time at all.
Suddenly she stopped, pinched the root of my cock with
her fist and stood up. "It's time you unwrapped the rest
of me," she said her voice deep, full of lust.
Happy to oblige but eager to get her mouth back around
my cock, I reached down and unhooked the buckle of her
pants. They fell to the floor exposing a thin lacy pair
of white panties. I noticed right away that a large wet
spot had formed around her crotch. She was really
excited.
"Leave your boots on," I said as she bent down to remove
her pants.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," she replied with a
sly smile.
I reached out and rubbed her hips as she finished
removing her pants. Her legs were every bit as
impressive as the rest of her body, tight and very well
muscled. Her skin was smooth as silk with no tan lines.
That's when I noticed her back side. The thin white
panties were actually G-string type that looked very
appealing between her tan butt cheeks. I immediately
reached out for a handful of tight ass. My mouth soon
followed, kissing and licking her tight bum.
"Should I leave these on also?" she asked pushing her
tight ass back toward me as I attacked her flesh.
I could take no more. I pushed her forward over my desk,
her ass jutted skyward ready to take my hard rod. I
eased the little string to one side, jerked my aching
cock a few times before ramming it home. Her tight sugar
walls engulfed my manhood like a winter glove being put
on for the first time. I moaned loudly as the sensation
jolted through me like a lightening bolt. God she was
hot!
Leslie pushed back against me as I fell into a steady
rhythm, my strong thighs slapping against her firm ass
with each penetrating thrust. I reached around her lithe
frame and fondled her perky nipples as I bottomed out in
her soaked pussy. Her breathing was becoming more and
more labored. Any second she was going to explode all
over my love stick.
Leslie's back arched just as I hit bottom again. She
pushed back with everything she had. I felt her pussy
contract around my pulsing cock, clenching it like a
vise. Uncontrollably she started to shake as the first
minor wave of orgasm shot through her. Her vise-grip was
intense, held me from easily slipping in and out.
I pushed forward hard trying to push my balls against
her engorged clit. I must've hit the right spot; Leslie
suddenly shuddered and moaned from somewhere deep
inside. Her vise-like grip suddenly broke sending
succulent pussy juice oozing over my hungry cock.
She came for what seemed like hours, gusher after gusher
erupting from deep inside her stimulated snatch. Her
normally coiffed hair was frazzled and a look of dark
desire and satisfaction tattooed her lovely face. My
still rock solid cock rested inside her hot pussy,
drenched, waiting for round two.
"Wow!" she said in a low breathless tone after a long
moment of silence.
"Wow!"
She slid forward and turned to face me. Her tummy
muscles rippled as she hunched forward on the edge of my
wooden desk and took my juice cover cock in her hand,
slowly stroking it, as she looked deep into my hungry
eyes. Her hand toyed with just the rim of my sensitive
prick sending waves of anticipation through me. I
couldn't wait to explode all over that precious body of
hers.
Teasingly Leslie put one boot in my chest and pushed me
back into my guest chair.
"So you like these boots?" she asked, rubbing the side
of the high-calf leather shoe. Her other hand gently
began to rub outside her still swollen pussy lips. I had
the perfect view!
All I could do was nod. She looked so incredibly sexy
rubbing her cunt and those awesome leather boots at the
same time.
Swiftly she slid off the desk and onto my lap draping
her legs over the arms of my chair. Slowly she lowered
her still soaked pussy over my aching member, somehow
managing to position her boots so I could feel the cool
leather against my bare skin as she little by little
rode my steel pole.
I buried my head between her needy tits, toying and
twisting with her flesh and nipples as she steadily
increased her speed. I was helpless under her power.
Leslie's tight body was built for sex and she knew
exactly what to do to please me. I felt her tight ass
sink all the way to the root of my beating member. Soon
she was breathing hard again, bouncing on my shaft,
another explosive orgasm approaching fast.
I too was close to the point of no return. Her tight
pussy and playful nipple teasing had me on the brink.
Just a few more dips and --
Suddenly she shifted positions, arching back against my
desk and lifting her boots up over my shoulders. Her
muscular body was tight and compact, dripping with sweat
like something out of a good triple-X movie. The leather
smell from her boots whiffed through my nose,
heightening my building orgasm.
"Finish me hard," she ordered, tightening her leg grip
around my shoulders.
I pumped harder as I clutched her perfect body eagerly
with both hands. I was completely overwhelmed by her
beauty. Her fingers snaked down to my cock and formed an
upside down V that evenly rubbed both sides of my smooth
shaft as I pumped her like a piston. Harder and harder.
Faster and faster.
She suddenly unleashed a deafening scream and exploded
all over me. Her spasming pussy walls shot my stiff dick
from deep inside her. Wave after wave of woman cum shot
from her golden cooze, dripping down her thighs and legs
toward the tops of her boots. I could take no more.
I pulled on my cock as I hovered over Leslie's perfect
stomach. I wanted to blast all over that perfect body,
show her just how much she had turned me on.
"Fuck!" I screamed as my first load of hot jis went
flying upon her tits, splashing between her nice mounds.
"Cum all over me. You're so fucking hot!" she
encouraged, moaning as she watched my pulsating cock
heave gobs of hot cum all over her belly.
I finally fell forward exhausted, drenched with sweat.
We both lay cuddled together on my desk for several
minutes recovering, listening to our heavy breathing and
racing hearts.
"I never knew you thought about me like this," she said
after a long moment of comfortable silence.
"Since the first day I saw you."
A sly smile covered her lips. She slowly got up, used a
towel I kept in the bureau to clean off and got dressed.
"Well, the feeling is mutual, but I never thought you'd
be willing," she confessed.
"You had to wear those boots," I said.
"Next time I'll even let you cum on them," she said with
a smile and walked out the back door.
END
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