Laura is the love of my life. I have gotten to known her over the last ten years or so. She is truly an exceptional woman. Blessed with a beautiful face that is capable of expressing so much without a single spoken word. When she smiles, she usually shows her kind and caring nature. Other times, conveying her strength, seductiveness, and cunning. Sometimes all at once. She speaks in a sweet tone with the eloquence of a skilled orator. Standing 5 foot 4, she has fabulously shapely legs topped with strong, full, womanly thighs. She often wears heels or boots that greatly accentuate both. Her deep blue eyes and her soft, lovely skin compliment her flowing red hair. Her complexion is light, but not pale, with freckles most prominently featured on her shoulders, upper arms and breasts. And oh, did I say breasts? 38F with large, prominent nipples that when erect become thick and over 1/2 inch long. When pleasured, they can be the source of some of her most intense orgasms. I'm getting carried way here my tale will offer more insight into this remarkable woman.
The following story is fictional. The characters exist, but all of their names have been changed, with the exception of my love, Laura.
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It was a week before Christmas. Laura runs a retail store that features the kind of upscale merchandise targeted toward upper-income women and their homes. I use the word runs because while she is the store manager, she does so much more. She is an older sister, mentor, friend and disciplinarian. In her 30's, she is young enough to relate to and guide her mostly college age staff. As a mother she can empathize with the women her age or older who face, or had faced, the challenges of being a working parent. She has the maturity and the balls to keep unruly, bitchy, abusive customers in line while having the charm and persuasiveness to win the hearts and wallets of the more agreeable customers. She has the insight and control to guide desperate men seeking last minute gifts for the little lady at home to spend too much on presents that would no doubt bring a smile when given. I don't doubt that when these guys were getting their thank you lay later that night, many of them were thinking of Laura while screwing the wife. She carries herself with an unassuming elegance and confidence that, no matter what the setting, she often finds herself the center of attention. Women and men alike want to be around her. They care about what she thinks, who she is and are drawn to her. Many of both sexes even wish they could be fucked by her. People are attracted to Laura. She is amazing. She is a leader.
That brings us to what I now kiddingly refer to as " the incident".
It was closing time and the usual activities were taking place. Being as this was the busiest time of the year, there was extra staffing to close the store this particular night. Laura had a long day and was a little fatigued. Her feet were a sore from wearing the new black pumps she had bought the night before. But it was worth it as the not only did they do a great job of showcasing her sexy legs but also exposed her toes with their freshly painted red nails as well as that sexy toe ring she has always worn. Laura had decided to utilize the three employees and the assistant that were working tonight to close the store. She would retire to the stock room where her desk was to complete some paperwork and, while she was at it, put her feet up on a couple of boxes.
After about 10 minutes or so, one of her salespeople, Amanda, came in to get some fresh inventory to restock one of the many bare shelves out front. Amanda had a trying day herself. In her early 20's, the smart, pretty brunette was somewhat demure and easily intimidated. Earlier that day some bitchy executive fresh from a lousy day at work, wearing her best power suit as well as a bad attitude, had given Amanda quite a hard time. Laura had stepped in and faced this woman down before eventually winning her over. Amanda was both grateful and quite impressed.
Amanda saw the fatigued look on Laura's face as she was rubbing one of her sore, shoeless feet. She knelt down and started to massage the other foot.
An amused Laura asked, "What do you think you are doing?"
Amanda sweetly and innocently answered, "I thought you might appreciate a little help."
Laura quickly explained that this was not necessary to which Amanda explained that this was the least she could do for Laura given not only her help earlier but the other kindnesses she had extended during Amanda's employment there.
With that Amanda briefly disappeared only to return with a tube of one of the massage creams the store carries.
Amanda went back to work on Laura's feet and it felt wonderful.
Looking up from her kneeling position and gazed admiringly into Laura's eyes, "I am so impressed with how you carry yourself and what an intelligent, strong and powerful woman you are." Amanda explained in a soft and sincere tone. "We are all so grateful for your leadership and compassion." Now conveying not only her own feelings toward her boss, but those of the other women who work for Laura.
Laura just closed her eyes and grinned. She was in heaven. Her feet felt wonderful and she secretly loved getting her ego stroked. Even though she was not attracted to women, she was secretly, slightly aroused.
Laura noticed that the foot massage had traveled a little bit north to her ankles and eventually her calves.
Gazing down towards Amanda Laura softly commanded, " Keep going. That feels fucking wonderful."
Just then, her assistant walked into the storeroom. Joan was stunned at what she saw. She did not expect to find Laura reclined in her chair with her feet up like a queen. Her salesperson carefully, respectfully, almost lovingly, began rubbing and caressing her shapely legs and sexy feet. Gazing upward toward Laura's lovely face, sweetly speaking words of admiration and respect.
Joan was about 40 and not especially attractive, yet cute in her own way with this spunkiness, energy and infectious humor that always made Laura smile. She clearly respected Laura as a boss and leader, and loved the friendship that had blossomed between them.
