STORYTIME
It all started one morning.........
The shoes were a gift to her. I thought they were both sexy and classy, something she could wear for business appointments and for general wear. Bonus points for me as I'd benefit either way.
We had been laying in bed in the hotel. She had been slowly stroking my cock with her fingers and I was simply enjoying the gentle light caresses. I was in no hurry for anything, just luxuriating in the attention of this exceptional woman.
She was wearing a pair of 4 inch leopard print mules and nothing else. There was something exquisitely erotic and deliciously sexy about her in just a pair of stilettos. She was that rare woman who loved feminine things and loved being sexy. Stilettos, among other beautiful things, were a staple of hers.
"What's in the box?" She eyed the plain cardboard rectangle on the nightstand.
"Oh, that? Just something I found for you. Thought you might like it."
She cast a suspicious look at me and arched an eyebrow. "More...." Her body shifted, her hand left my cock, it reappeared with her leopard stiletto,"...nonsense like
this
?"
I shrugged. She tried to hold a serious look, a faint smile developed and she traced the spire of the shoe along my thigh, my cock, up my body to my face where she gently passed it along my jawline, my cheek and traced my lips.
"Oh, mister. I'm not sure it's good for you to feed my addiction to 'visions of loveliness'." She worked very hard to deadpan the rest of her words.
"Next thing you know I'll be flying across the country, meeting you in hotel rooms where you'll keep me prisoner and force me to wear all sorts of...delicious naughtiness and make me do all kinds of wicked things with you."
"OK, beautiful. I understand. I'll take them back."
She gently forced the spike of the shoe between my lips, left it there, rolled across me - "like Mannix" as she once put it - pulling off the other mule before she hit the floor.
Grabbing the box she set one cheek on the edge of the bed and faced me. Her eyes shone brightly as she gripped the box and she beamed like a kid at Christmas.
"MK, why are you grinning like an idiot? You don't even know what's in there."
She hugged the box to her bare breasts, "Because they're from
you
. I know I'll like it, whatever it is. You know me too well to not get the right thing."
"Well, I hope so."
But once she saw the heels everything came to a stop.
She loved them, oooing and aaawing, and insisted on immediately trying them on. That entailed a wardrobe change because she wanted to see how they looked with some work attire.
She pulled on a white silk sleeveless blouse. A black satin garter belt was followed by a pair of very sheer black RHT stockings. She grinned wickedly as she sat in the work chair and rolled them slowly up her legs. Just as slowly and teasingly she put on the shoes followed by a simple black skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees. She didn't bother with a bra or panties.
The sight of her in those heels and those sheer stockings soon made my dick hard enough to break glass.
Needless to say she noticed my reaction and decided to take advantage of me.
Isn't that just like a dame?
While I lay on the bed, she strutted around the room getting a feel for the new shoes. Walking to and fro, knowing I loved to see her move in her stockings and heels. She loved teasing me and made the most of it. I was torn between watching her breasts move and sway under the flowing silk and her legs.
She sat in the work chair again, coyly pretending she didn't see me watching her every move, crossed her legs, recrossed them, pivoted in the chair so I didn't miss a single angle and then stood up. She moved around the room, stopping here and there to bend over or cross one shapely ankle over the other. The whisper of the nylon was a siren's song to me.
Once again she seated herself in the chair, admired the new footwear and slowly, ever so slowly, slid her hands down a crossed leg. She recrossed her legs a few more times, still pretending I wasn't watching her.
"Soooo lovely." A red-tipped hand slid up to the hem of her skirt and carried it up her thigh, exposing the full welt. "Well, I guess I should put them away until my appointment next week. Thank you, mister. They are beautiful."
She stood, walked toward the closet but stopped in front of the mirror near the bed to ostensibly admire the heels and how they looked with the outfit. In reality she was just prolonging the tease. She could she how rigid my cock was, the blatant lust in my eyes and could read my thoughts as if they were written on my forehead.
"Do I even need to ask if you like this outfit?" She gestured at her attire.
She could see me smile and my full enthusiasm in the mirror.
"Oh, mister.....you're awfully easy to please."
"And you're awfully beautiful. And awfully sexy. And awfully naughty. And..."
She put one hand on a hip, shifted her weight to one foot, watched me in the mirror and smiled while I admired the view of her stockinged legs and the stilettos.
I saw the birth of an idea on her face. A flash of smile that was the very definition of mischievous.
"Well,
buster
, unlike you
I
have work to do." She grinned, turning she unbuttoned more buttons. More delicious cleavage was revealed.
"Yessiree. Got a problem employee to deal with, dontchaknow."
Moving to the work desk in an affected manner that I thought of as her 'Fashion Model Walk', where one foot was placed almost directly in front of the other in a straight line. This caused her hips to move in what was a uniquely delicious way and made her calves flex in such a manner as to stir my nether regions any time she did it. On that occasion she just pushed my lust meter well past overload.
Once across the room, she spun the chair so it faced the bed. She sat down and very, very slowly crossed her legs, smiling at me the whole time. She idly twirled her foot. Rotating the chair a bit she picked up her phone and her glasses. Her grin widened as she lifted the phone to her ear.
On the nightstand my phone buzzed. I didn't move. I was not going to be distracted from this show.
"Yes,
buster
. You're late for your annual
performance
evaluation."
"Please
cuuum
to my office immediately." As she placed her phone on the desk, she lowered her glasses and gave me that 'look'. Raising one hand she hooked a red-tipped finger at me with the classic '
come here
' gesture
Just as slowly she uncrossed and recrossed her legs. The whisper of the nylon was exquisite.
Meanwhile I had not been idle, or rather my cock had not; it was rock hard and ready. I rolled off the bed, my hardon bobbed and dipped as I walked toward her. Her hand gesture changed to her index finger pointing down to the floor in front of her.
Stand here, buster
, the finger commanded. She was certainly getting bossy.
She now had a pen in one hand and was idly sliding it across her red lips.
"So, not only are you
late
to your eval but you're dressed very unprofessionally. Care to explain?"
"Well...I was about to bang Alice, from accounting, when you called. You said "immediately", so...here I am." I decided to play along, quickly forming a role to play and some dialogue.
"Really?" The pen had moved and was now tracing along my penis. She was watching my cock and she moved her nyloned foot to caress the side of my calf.
"She any good?"
"Yeah, she's okay. And she was available. I had gotten really horny watching you strut around the office in those heels, crossing your stockinged legs, leaning over so I could get an eyeful of your rack and generally being a massive fuckin' cock tease."
An eyebrow arched, the pen stopped and I caught a flash of surprise as I began to play my part more fully.
