Shiori And Delinda Ch 02

Shiori's morning started like all the others. She wanted to dress in blue. So, she put on her blue suit, a pair of blue sandals to complete it and went out after having had breakfast as usual. She headed towards the subway, immersed in the crowd, she even heard the thousand thoughts for work and daily worries. But then on the train she saw Delinda, barefoot in the middle of the subway; her heart leapt and started its race. Her barefoot presence left Shiori speechless, and approached close enough, but not too close to be recognized. Delinda wasn't wearing flip-flops, or even low sandals with thin straps. She was without shoes. She imagined him getting up to get closer to her and whispering in her ear:

"I'm not barefoot to feel free... I'm barefoot to feel me dirty!"

But then a new stop brought her back to reality.

Shiori began to develop feelings for her from that chance meeting in the parking lot, but never had the courage to express them.

Delinda was on the phone and didn't bother her with their Japanese lessons. A game that Delinda played with Shiori every now and then. Delinda often asked Shiori personal things that she didn't stop commenting on, always in Japanese.

Shiori pretended nothing had happened, if she had started talking to her, she could have answered her. But she didn't stop talking or writing on the phone. They weren't feet used to comfortable shoes. Her feet are sharp and intense. That walked both in and out of shoes. Through woods and on streets. Every now and then Shiori would glance at her feet, she wanted them to remain immersed in her eyes. She wanted to be able to imagine them at any moment, so she looked at hers. Her nails painted in a pale and pearly tone closer to orange, that with the blue sandals gave a little flash. She could afford a girl who came to change her color whenever she wanted...

When the two girls left the subway and entered the Wayland's building she didn't pretend anything had happened. She passed her on the subway stairs and then let her see how much the subway had "darkened" her feet.

"Hurry up Shiori, we have a meeting soon!"

During the meeting, Shiori made her observations about the Japanese financial market that she had followed that same night. She had managed to get 5 hours of sleep before dinner and followed the Japanese market during the night, then she slept the other two before waking up at 4 and following the entire closing. At that moment Delinda took care to record all the words that Shiori said. She even took notes immediately afterward. With a look of hers she approved all her words, adding details that Shiori immediately wrote down. With this short exchange she felt a wave of joy. It was as if his voice had given her a strong resonance. Then Darius added:

«Pay attention to what Shiori says. She is smart! »

If her day had ended then, she would have gone home happy. But it was only 9:50...

The 11 o'clock break was another surprise for Shiori. She had finished her tea bags, when Delinda, kind as always, offered her one of hers.

"Wait. I made this tea bag. Try it..."

So, she took a new cup and put in her cup the tea bag. "There's a gram of cane sugar. You don't have to add any more sugar..."

Then she went back to talking to one of her many colleagues. No one looked at her feet. Shiori sought everyone's gaze. Shiori was the only one who could enjoy a show: Delinda, who had her back to her, rubbed her foot, showing her first one sole and then the other. Both feet were black... He turned to ask her how the tea was. "Nice and black... nice and black" she said in Japanese... then he expressed himself better.

But Delinda, turning on her, caressed Shiori's arm. So, she asked her if the tea would be sweet enough. Or if wanted a stronger-flavored blend.

It was an extraordinary tea, and a small gesture that filled her with gratitude and affection. Which gave her an incipit for the next days.

"we can talk about it alone... I don't think anyone else would be interested in tea!"

But Delinda's phone rang. She, before answering, apologized to Shiori, then went out. Not even a moment of embarrassment and here everyone, from the European division had to go back to work.

During the lunch break Shiori almost had a heart attack. Delinda sat down with her.

She could never forget the moment she took her hand. The sensation of her touch was electric, and they got lost in each other's eyes. While they were talking, she let the hand Shiori caress her feet, which were very dirty, for a long time... It was so intimate and natural, a gesture of seduction that left Shiori breathless. As she sat down next to her, Shiori realized that she wouldn't have control of the situation. She sat down with her legs crossed and then grabbed her hand that had just placed the napkin on her lap. Almost in a whisper, she asked her if she had liked her tea. Always with that curious Japanese accent that she now even found pleasant. As Shiori answered her, Delinda used those hands to let her caress her feet...

"I know that yesterday you didn't want to do anything else."

At those words, Shiori's touches towards Dellinda's very black feet became as severe as a massage.

Then she used her left hand to eat. But her boss didn't think so.

Still whispering in Japanese, she said:

"Now I'll send everyone to work. But you'll have to stay here for a few minutes."

"If all of you back to work I'll put ten minutes of overtime on your paycheck."

It was 50 pounds which everyone happily accepted.

It was just the two of them in 12 seconds.

So Delinda, after everyone left, played with Shiori's back.

"Do you want I tell you how much you made us yesterday? I could give you anything. I'd let you have anything you wanted. I've never seen anyone like you."

Shiori's hand was shaking. But she still managed to finish her meal.

Shiori spoke in Japanese. She spelled it out very clearly.

"I know my worth. And money is not an issue, I'm rich, and I want be power. I just want what I deserve. But you've made it all complicated."

"Why?"

"Because ever since I saw you in the car park, what my right hand is doing on your foot has been the object of every masturbation I've had for a week."

Delinda's head went towards Shiori's.

"Do you also wish this game of increasing seduction would never end?"

"If you promise me that I am not just a game, if you promise me that I will not catch you with anyone between your legs... If you will always consider me for important jobs."

Then she looked at him sternly.

"Working for someone like you has been my dream since I was a child."

"And all this?"

"What? Running my hand over my boss's sore feet? A small bonus in a more than perfect world...."