Printer hums in the corner. Mouse clicks pierce the open space. Coffee stench blends with my jasmine perfume. Breakroom counter, April sun warms my bare legs. White open-toe pumps hug my feet. Red polish gleams. Toe ring sparkles. Jean-Louis stares. Can’t hide it. Heart races. Adrenaline kicks.
We chat. His eyes drop. I slip off one pump. Foot on shoe. Toes wiggle. He flushes. Colleagues snicker later. ‘She’s lesbian. No chance.’ I smile inside. Love the game. Weeks drag. Hotter days. Sandals, mules. Dangle them under cafeteria table. Cli-clac of heels on tile. His gaze burns. I tease. ‘Like my shoes?’ He stammers. Yes.
The Build-Up
Mall Saturday. Chance meet. Her: transparent mules, sky-high heel. Ankle chain. Rosé polish. My pussy tingles spotting him. Terrace drinks. ‘You love my feet.’ He admits. Fetish. I confess: lesbian, with Sophie. Propose show. Foot love. He watches, jerks. No touch. His jaw drops. Kiss on lips. Buzz all weekend.
Monday, 10am break. Same mules. ‘Sophie agrees.’ Friday drinks at work. After hours. Conference room. My domain, HR key. He nods. Week hell. Tease daily. Strappy sandals. Bridged mules. Wiggle toes when alone. He throbs. I laugh soft. Door shuts behind us sometimes. Click. Tension coils.
Friday eve. Open space empty. Fading printer drone. Coffee ghosts linger. Lock conference door. Click echoes. Heart pounds. Risk janitor. Thrill surges. Table gleams like massage bed. Lights dim. Strip bare but sandals. Sophie oils me. Lavender fills air. Breasts slide slick. Moans start low.
The Release
Jean-Louis strips. Cock rigid. Sits sofa corner. Watches. Sophie kneels. Oils my feet. Massages deep. Sucks toes one-by-one. Slurp. Tongue dives between. I gasp. Glance him. ‘Hold it.’ She fucks self with my toe. Pussy grips. I finger mine. Open wide. He strokes slow. Veins pulse.
Can’t wait. Pull her up. Sit armrests. Feet on his shaft. Oil drips. Plantes sandwich cock. Toes tease glans. One foot each to his mouth. Lick. Leather-oil taste. He devours. Eyes roll. Thrusts hips. Cum erupts. Hot ropes coat soles. Toes. We milk every drop. He shakes. Fourth dimension.
We 69 on table. Tongues frantic. Cum together. Shudders rack. Quick wipe. Perfume sprays. Clothes snap on. Heels click. Unlock door. Whisper: ‘Monday, coffee. Act normal.’ Stride out. Open space dark. Elevator dings. Masque perfect. Ambitious pro. Lust buried. Buzz lingers. Who’s next?