My sweet pet had made a promise to worship my feet while I worked today. The building was quiet as most people were on vacation but occasionally I'd get a visitor asking a question. He would have to remain quiet and out of sight.
I got to work at my usual time. I dropped my purse on the desk and noticed my chair was out. He was waiting patiently under my desk.
"Hello, pet."
"Good morning, my Goddess. I am here ready to fulfill my promise of worship on your feet while you work. Of course I will remain quiet and out of sight. I will just be under here ready to worship."
I took my seat and set my feet in his lap with a smile.
He looked like a boy on Christmas. He removed my shoes and began to gently rub my feet.
Don't rush this. You have all day. His thoughts were racing and he was trying to convince himself to savor every moment.
He was good to not rush. He took his time rubbing each toe, the arch, the sole, the heel, the top and even the ankle.
I sat going through emails, working on spreadsheets, updating data and taking calls. The office was quiet as expected only one person had even passed by. No one would know my sweet pet was giving my feet such a sensual massage.
Don't stare at her thighs. Why did she have to wear a flowy summer dress. The coral color was making her sun kissed skin glow. But I couldn't tell if she had panties on. She often didn't but when she wore a dress it was possible.
I shift, relaxing in my chair. He took this as a cue and gently started kissing each toe. Only once each had been kissed did he start back but this time sucking each one in his mouth, one at a time. Giving each one a quick swirl of his tongue.
He was so focused on his excitement of being under my desk and worshipping my feet he never noticed me shifting in my seat. He diligently kept at his task.
She is squirming so much, she must be really enjoying this!
I kept working as he sucked on my toes, licked my heels and arches and butterfly kissing my ankles. I could see his face and his eyes were closed. I couldn't see the bulge in his pants but I knew it was there. Every so often I could catch him slightly thrusting his hips.
I took this moment to push the lace panties I had shimmied out of and let them fall to his face. He froze.