Rachel twisted the barrel of her ball point pen absently between her fingers while staring mindlessly at the image of next years budget plan projected onto the screen. Next to her, Debbie twisted a strand of long blonde hair which had some loose from the sensible pony tail she usually wore to work. The meeting had been running for an hour already and the drone of Ben's voice was starting to make Rachel incredibly sleepy. 4:30 pm on a Friday and stuck in a meeting was not her idea of a good start to the weekend.
She stifled a yawn and tried to arrange her pretty features into something resembling concentration. Immediately opposite her, Pete noticed her attempts and gave her a sly grin. Rachel smiled back. Any attention from Pete, the best looking guy in the office, was welcome as far as she was concerned. Rachel had decided a long time ago that she would love to get to know Pete better, but he always seemed to have at least several very attractive girls demanding his attention. She wasn't going to boost the guys ego any more.
A sharp tap on her leg brought her back to reality and she looked up from her manicure to see who it was who had kicked her. The rest of the sales team was looking towards the screen. She was just starting to think it had been an accident when she felt a more gentle pressure sliding slowly up and down her leg. Someone had taken their shoe off and was very softly massaging the top of her foot. As the toes attached to the unknown foot slid along the side, easing her shoe off her heel so it was dangling from her toe, Rachel felt herself blushing. Her breathing quickened slightly and a shot of adrenalin prickled in her stomach.
Rachel, although puzzled, was enjoying the sensations this unexpected distraction was sending up her leg and, it was certainly much more interesting than sales targets and projected profits. Opposite, Pete cast another grin at her.
'Aha!' thought Rachel 'So you want to play a little footsie, well two can play at that game'.
She shifted her weight forward in her chair and very deliberately placed her left foot as high up on Pete's thigh as she could without falling off the front of her seat. Pete's turned his head slightly towards her and raised his eyebrow in amusement. Rachel increased the pressure slightly and Pete took a sharp breath which he covered with a cough. She felt Pete's hand on her ankle, his fingers pressing into the soft dip at the top of her heel. Rachel had just begun to slide her foot out of her shoe when she became aware of the rest of the sales team shuffling their papers and getting up to leave. She pulled her leg back and the foot that had been caressing hers disappeared.
Next to her, Debbie was asking her if she wanted to get a coffee in the lounge and talk about some of the issues the meeting had raised. With difficulty, Rachel composed herself and politely declined,
'Actually, I need to have a quick word with Pete' she said, looking deliberately across at him.
Pete, eternally cool, answered her
'Yeah sure, I need to go over last weeks figures with you anyway, it could take a while, I hope you didn't have anything special planned tonight?'
Rachel smiled 'no, it's fine' she replied.
Rachel took her seat again, crossing her legs at the ankle. Pete took the seat Debbie had been sitting in and for a moment they were silent, waiting to make sure everyone had left. A few seconds before the silence became uncomfortable Pete cast a glance down Rachel's legs before focusing on her shoes, he laughed softly and raised his eyes to Rachel's face which was turning a pretty shade of pink.
She was starting to feel very silly. Without saying a word, Pete slipped out of his chair and knelt at Rachel's feet. He lifted a pointed toe in his hand and placed a kiss right on the tip. Rachel, although she could hardly believe what appeared to be happening lifted her foot and placed it gently under Pete's chin. Tilting his face up towards her she smiled and with one movement pressed the stiletto heel hard against Pete's chest sending him over backwards.
Rachel dropped to her knees and on all fours made her way across the carpet to where Pete was half sitting. Her shirt hung forward revealing just a glimpse of her bra cupping a pair of smooth brown breasts, Pete made no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking straight at Rachel's cleavage. This time it was Rachel's turn to smile at Pete's indiscretion.
'You like the look of them?' she asked.
'What's not to like?' said Pete quietly, licking his lips.
Rachel continued to crawl on all fours across the carpet, her skirt sliding up and down her thighs with every movement of her hips. Pete's breathing quickened and a thin film of sweat broke out on his upper lip. He had always wondered if Rachel was as dirty as he thought she could be. He was about to find out.
