Alex wanted to start mentoring Karen and she wanted to meet with her regularly, starting Monday. This gave Karen the weekend to think about this predicament she found herself in. Later that day, it occurred to Karen that Monday was a holiday but she had agreed to meet with Alex. Oh well, Karen had no plans for the day anyway and her imagination began to run wild.
Karen's parents had the kids for the weekend to take them to a waterpark several hours away and Mike was away for work. Karen's imagination wandered and she imagined her husband with a lineup of women at his hotel room waiting to ride on his massive cock. These thoughts, or fantasies, helped her rationalize and accept the feelings she was developing for Alex. Karen's weekend was a blur of imagined sexual scenarios about Alex that fueled long masturbation sessions with her collection of vibrators and dildos. She was ready for what she hoped might happen on Monday.
Monday morning finally arrived. Karen dressed in a very short miniskirt that barely covered the tops of her thigh-high nude stockings. She slipped into her She slipped into the D'Orsay heels that Alex had given her high praise for. Alex seemed to really enjoy seeing the arch of Karen's foot and the inappropriate amount of toe cleavage revealed by them. A perfect choice, she thought. A naughty voice from deep within convinced Karen to go without panties, knowing full well the slightest bend or wrong move would fully reveal her sex in the short miniskirt she chose. Mike would have certainly been suspicious of her had he been home.
As Karen stood before the full length mirror, her thoughts drifted back to what it would be like to be with Alex. She couldn't believe what she was feeling, but she couldn't deny it either. Karen found herself lying on her bed, fully clothed with her Hitachi raging against her aching clit. Karen's orgasms were forceful and released copious amounts of her sweet pussy juices, so she slipped off her one heel and placed it under her ass to keep from soaking her miniskirt. When Karen's orgasm erupted, her pussy juices flooded the gorgeous D'Orsay heel. Once her breathing returned to normal and her pussy stop pulsing out her juices, Karen carefully got up and slipped her nylon foot into the flooded heel. She loved the feel of her slick pussy juices soaking the thin material covering her foot.
When Karen arrived at the office, she was alone. Alex had not yet arrived. The door to Alex's office was wide open and a sudden desire swept over Karen. Karen wanted to, needed to, slip into Alex's office and examine those heels and flats she noticed the other day.
Karen found herself under Alex's desk. A faint scent of leather and something else, something musky, hung in the air. Driven by a compulsion she couldn't explain, she knelt and picked up one of Alex's discarded flats. It felt soft and well used beneath her fingertips. Her pulse quickened. She could feel an increasing heat between her legs when her fingers traced the deep indents left by Alex's toes. She hesitantly brought the shoe to her nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicating. Then, emboldened by the silence, she traced her tongue along the insole, the taste of leather and Alex's dried sweat surprisingly potent and shockingly intimate. Shame and a bewildering sense of excitement conflicted her. It was the first time she had ever smelled and tasted another woman's shoes and she loved it.
