It was a very long, very boring presentation, one of these corporate things full of buzzwords and signifying nothing. I heard the familiar chair scratching as everyone gradually came back to life in time for the questions at the end of the speech. I sat up straighter myself, glanced at the pompous suit giving the talk, who looked predictably delighted with his own performance, and gradually took stock of the people around me. Most were bleary-eyed and clearly trying to think of an intelligent question to ask. One woman, though, was looking at me with a mocking half-smile on her face. I blushed, and tried to work out how long I'd been in a daze.
For the last few seconds (or minutes? I hope not) I'd been staring across the horse-shoe of desks, looking under the table opposite at a single foot, encased in dark stockings, and with a heeled business shoe dangling from her big toe. I know some guys really get off on feet, but I've never really understood that. There was something remarkably graceful and beautiful about this particular foot though. Maybe it was partly the sense of the voyeurism; you can't normally see under tables, after all. Maybe it was the shapely legs that the foot was attached to. Maybe it was the suggestive nature of the leather shoe and nylon stockings. Maybe it was the fact that I quite fancied the woman. I don't know. Whatever it was, all manner of erotic thoughts were flooding through my dozey brain as I stared at her foot, captivated as she idly rotated her shoe in sweeping circles.
I hadn't met this woman before today, but we were introduced at the "ice-breaker", this time the old stand-by of lobbing a ball around in a circle, calling the name of the person you pass to. Her name was Lakshmi, and I can't remember which bit of the company she works in. I'd liked her immediately, though. She had a spiky sense of humour, and, unusually, she clearly wasn't using this training session for blatant self-promotion. I was also taken by the way she dressed, which was basically Western business dress, but with a subtle nod to her Indian (I assumed) roots -- a really striking design on her silver necklace, and her blouse was some made of some kind of silky material in royal blue that you would never see in Marks and Spencer's. I concentrated pointedly on the remainder of the afternoon's training, and then headed for an early supper.
The hotel we were staying in was typical for corporate training -- some kind of stately home, with the grounds sprouting blocks for syndicate blocks and functional hotel rooms. During a particularly dull afternoon the previous week, I'd checked the website and found, rather to my surprise, that it contained a hot tub. Needless to say, I'd kept this information to myself. As soon as I could politely leave, I shot back to my room, grabbed my swimming shorts and towel, and headed for the gym building. I was frustrated to find it filled with my colleagues, which I'd noticed leaving before desert, had found their way here before me. So much for a solitary soak. I smiled all around, and slipped into the tub, which was just big enough to comfortably hold the dozen or so of us.
I'd slipped into a lazy conversation with Tim, who I've known for years, when he broke off to join the cheering and applause that suddenly erupted. Looking round, I saw Lakshmi, who smiled and half-curtseyed at the adulation, as she waved a little bag full of those little hotel pots of liquid soaps, shampoos and other assorted gloops. With great ceremony, she poured the contents into the filter thing beside the tub, and then went over to the control panel. I felt the bubble jets come on, and remarkably quickly a thick layer of foam rose up around us. I forced myself not to gawp as she removed her hotel-issue bathrobe, to reveal a disappointingly sensible one-piece costume in bright pink. I moved around as she came down the steps, and to my delight she sat down beside me. It was getting quite crowded in the hot tub now, and we were almost close enough to be touching.
The next half hour or so passed lazily enough. Tim, who's always been a charmer, was chatting away with Lakshmi, and I joined in, mostly by laughing at the quick-fire banter flying between them. At this point, I was starting to relax a bit, and was convincing myself that sitting next to this beautiful girl (wearing next to nothing) was no big deal. It was then that I felt her fingernail run down the outside of my thigh, a little above my knee. I half-started, then moved away slightly, assuming it was nothing more than a mistake. If that were true, though, I wouldn't be telling this story.
I forced myself to talk normally, mostly to Tim, and after a few seconds I felt the same gentle scratching along my thigh. This time, I edged slightly closer to her insistent touch. For another few seconds, she continued to scratch my thigh with a single finger. Soon I felt her edge ever so slightly towards me. I felt her hand move to my knee, and three, or possibly four, fingers rub gently up and down my lower thigh. I raised a hand to wipe some sweat from my forehead, which allowed me to "subtly" put my arm under the foam, and place my hand on hers. I was shocked when she immediately moved away from me. Still chatting to Tim, she lifted herself mostly out of the water, so that her feet were on the step. Tim quickly followed suit. As I looked around, quite a few others were already sitting on the side, dangling their feet into the water. The hot tub was, of course, very hot. I was about to join them when I realised that I was sporting a fairly prominent erection. I muttered something about enjoying the heat, and settled lower into the water.
A couple of the women from the sales team wandered off at this point, followed by an optimistic bloke from marketing. I wished them a good night, and simultaneously felt a nudge against my hip. It was one of the feet that had embarrassed me that afternoon. My confidence rising with my excitement, I took it in my right hand, and began to gently and, I hoped, invisibly, to caress it. I ran my middle finger around the high bridge of her instep, traced the line of her heel, squeezed her ankle and pinched her big toe. As she gently moved her feet around, whilst leaning her upper body towards Tim, she placed her heel on my thigh, and I took her foot in both hands, continuing to explore it, as my arousal grew and my thoughts drifted to the future. The departures were coming thick and fast now, and before long, only myself, Tim and Lakshmi were left. To my amazement, she started to say her goodnights, and pulled her foot away from me, before leaving me. I couldn't, of course, follow. Tim would definitely have had some choice comments to make about the state of my shorts.
So I sat, sweating furiously under the surface of the water and fuming at the cock-tease who had stranded me. The conversation with Tim was fairly desultory now, and he muttered something about preparing for tomorrow's sessions before wishing me a good night and heading off. I listened to him showering and heard the swish-bang of the outside door, and then I pulled myself from the water, red-purple from the shoulders down, flipped off the bubble-jets, and moved towards the showers, my still-erect cock pointing the way. I had a long, cool shower and began to feel more human, all the time trying to think of a subtle way to get Lakshmi's room number. I couldn't think of anything, and anyway, I was no longer confident that she wanted to see me.
