I was walking back to my desk after some lunch with the gorgeous young ladies from the admin team when he called my name from behind his desk.
His office door was open and I could tell that he look stressed, something was troubling him and the look on his face was one of nervousness. I hadn’t seen him like this before so I was slightly apprehensive as I stepped into his office.
As I went to sit down, he asked me to close the door. Now I really was concerned, I thought I had made a great start to life in a high-flying recruitment firm but his body language was telling me something different.
Just as I was about to ask how he was, he spoke first, ‘I’m going to get into a lot of trouble for saying this but you look incredible today, I mean absolutely stunning’.
I was taken aback to say the least, I mean I knew there was some ‘tension’ there but I thought it was just playful, however, this could change everything.
I thanked him and said “that means a lot, although you look really anxious about something, what is it, can I help with anything?”
“It’s those strappy heels” he said, “they are driving me insane, you have no idea what you are doing to me when you walk past my office and that red pedicure just tops it off” (see picture above).
Now into plenty of workplace scenarios this is far from a normal conversation with your boss, especially someone you have only started working with in the last few weeks, however, I was very attracted to this gorgeous man too. I knew from wearing these strappy heels in my interview that the testosterone fuelled office would be very appreciative of the office MILF taking pride in her appearance.
I tried to calm him down by saying “I know, I’ve seen the way you look at me when I’m wearing them”.
“You knew?” he said. “Of course”, I replied. “It’s ok to admit that you have a foot fetish”.
“From the moment I saw you walk into the office for your interview, I knew we would have this moment, everything about you is incredible. You are absolutely stunning. “If you also don’t mind me saying, your boobs are amazing and your ass in that dress tops it all off, your husband is a very lucky guy”.
I was stunned. It was one thing telling me he has a foot fetish, well my feet in particular, he has pretty much just told me he really likes me. The trouble is…I feel the same about him.
“That is quite the evaluation” I said with a wry smile. “Whilst my husband does indeed get to ‘see me’ close up, you young man are also married”.
That’s when he told me. My boss and his wife had split up a few months back and no-one in the office was aware until now. He has been renting a flat close by to the office and that meeting me, has given him a whole new hope. He thanked me for what I have brought to the business and then he continued.
“I’m going to cut to the chase” he said. “I’m really attracted to you, I think you are absolutely stunning and you are now the only person in the company that knows my marriage has failed and that I have a fetish for your feet”
I smiled, in fact inside I was ecstatic but I had to remain calm.
“I want you to come to my flat tomorrow night, we can have some dinner and it would be great to get to know you close up, what do you think?
“I’m married remember”, I reminded him once again.
“I know, I’m sorry, it’s stupid idea, I shouldn’t have said anything”.
“I’ll be there” I replied with a hint of nervous excitement in the tone of my voice. “I’ll tell my husband we have a client dinner so that should buy me a few hours, will that work?”.
“Yes, of course, that would be amazing” he said.
I glanced to the clock, realising a call I had with a supplier was about to start in five minutes. “I have a call in five minutes so I had better get back to my desk”.
“Yes, yes of course” he replied and “thank you, thank you for not running a mile”.
I couldn’t help but smile. “No-one has ever had a thing for my feet before, did you ever tell your wife about your fetish?”.
He stood up from behind his desk “I tried buying her lots of shoes to help with my desires, strappy heels like you are wearing and some designer stilettos but she never wore them, let alone thought about wearing them in the bedroom”.
“Would you like me to wear these heels tomorrow night?” I asked.
“Will you do that for me?” he questioned, as a slight bulge began to appear in his tailored suit trousers.
I nodded, “I would love to”.
He got back into boss mode “Look, you had better get ready for that call. I’ll text you my address and I’ll see you at my place for 6.30pm tomorrow night”.
“Can’t wait and you better sit down for a bit”, as I nodded at his now fully erect bulge in his trousers. He is enormous. Thicker and longer than my husband and certainly bigger than the four lovers I have had in my life.
“Leave the door open on your way out and good luck for the call” he requested as I left his office pondering what on earth I had committed to, tomorrow evening.
It’s been over twenty years since another man saw me naked, let alone be intimate with. My stomach was doing somersaults at the thought of my boss having his wikced way with me tomorrow night.
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