It was a dark and stormy night... just kidding. Hat it been, though? Sophie was slowly drifting into consciousness, as almost always ten minutes before the alarm clock would shake her out of sleep. Sophie yawned, stretched, and with the gracefulness of the ballet dancer she once was, got out of bed. The early morning fall day meant that she stood in the darkness for a second, alone in her flat, no-one to enjoy the sight of her young, fit, and, well, naked body.
At 27, Sophie was a rising star in her consulting company, renowned for her quick wit, her problem-solving skills, and her empathy. Being a consultant meant lots of time spent in offices and interchangeable hotel rooms all across the nation, and for her it meant living alone in her flat - at least most of the time.
Sophie opened the window and started her stretching exercises, acutely aware of the cold breeze that engulfed her naked body, and she sighed as she felt her nipples harden. I don't have time for this, she scolded her hand as she caught it nearing her nipples.
he finally turned on the light, but there were no neighbors around who could have enjoyed the sight of her - at 5'5'', her long brown hair, usually tied into a sensible ponytail, firm 36 C breasts with rather smallish nipples, which became very hard - and not to mention very sensitive - the body shape of the dancer she was and the runner she is, the cute firm butt, the long legs and finally, the pretty feet.
True to her typical self-discipline, the grabbed the running gear she had laid out the previous evening, and went on her daily run. 45 minutes later, panting and sweating.
"I wish I was panting for a different reason," went through her mind, and it did not help that the wet shirt was rubbing against her nipples, and the could feel her sweat trickling down her ass. That did not help either.
She hurried into the shower, pondered taking care of the itch in her pussy, but decided against it, and prepared herself for the day: the usual business suit uniform, with the white blouse underneath, and on both the blouse and the jacket she left maybe a bit more buttons open than she would in the later meeting.
She did enjoy the attention she knew it would get her. She put the pantyhose in her briefcase, deciding she wanted to show off her freshly manicured toes as long as she could, and slipped into her heels before closing the door and taking the cab to the airport.
After clearing security, Sophie checked and still had some time before boarding. The deliberately walked slowly to the business class lounge, enjoy the clicking sound of her heels on the stone, and the glances the suits tried to conceal as she neared - those towards her cleavage - and as she walked away, those on her ass.
That thought turned her on, she realized, making a note to herself that she needed to get up even earliert to take care of herself to make it through the.. she was searching for the right word, then mentally shook herself: "To the point, girl! Through the days when you are am severly underfucked!"
Finally Sophie arrived at the quiet, soothing refuge of the business lounge. A quiet corner... a few suits... over there, in a separee-like corner, a pretty cute guy was sitting alone. He had turned as she clicked into the lounge... but interestingly, his glance did not linger on her tits. He looked away... no, he did not. He looked at her feet. Interesting.
Sophie walked over.
"Is this seat free?" she asked, and once the cute suit waved a hand signaling that it was, she sat down. He looked up, smiled and nodded, and then his glance fell and lingered again on her feet.
Sophie took her time, ordering a coffee and drinking it, then - as if lost in thought - let her right heel dangle. His eyes budged. Sophie felt the rush of excitement she always felt when men - or women, to be honest - reacted to her. A power surge, in more ways than one. The excitement began to pulse, spreading from somewhere deep in her belly, like a hot wave, to her pussy, to all of her body. She bit her lip and let the show drop.
"I'm so sorry" she said coyly to the guy, who had visible trouble re-focussing his sight from her toes to her face as he realized he was being talked to.
"There are brand new shoes, and they still hurt. Would you mind if I take them both off for a while?" She knew she was being a bit cruel, but it felt too good to be naughty. His gulp sounded like an explosion to her.
