UnderFoot in the Office ***ADULTS ONLY***

Chapter Four

Richard had know idea what to do. Was this really happening?

"Kiss them," Cindy demanded smiling wickedly. She curled, uncurled, and then spread her toes emphatically.

Richard leaned forward, his hands reaching for her feet.

"No hands," she ordered. "Just your lips!"

Richards hands stopped in mid air and hung there for a moment before he reluctantly put them on his desk. Then craned his body forward until his face was inches from her toes. He could see the indentations of the fishnets in her skin and smelled sweet perfume. Cindy slowly lifted her left foot until her toes touched his lips. He immediately became fully erect and thought he might finish right then and there.

He kissed each toe reverently working his way from largest to smallest. Only the salty taste of her skin and that intoxicating perfume convinced him that this wasn't a dream. After a minute Cindy lowered her left foot and replaced it with her right. He gave it the same attention, but this time dared a quick flick of his tongue along the soft pads of her toes.

She teasingly lowered her feet to the floor and rolled her chair away from him. Cindy, Richard noticed, was breathing as heavily as he was as she crooked her finger at him wiggling her toes excitedly. Richard slipped out of his chair onto his knees and crawled the short distance between them to finally take her left foot in his hands and bring it to his mouth. This time he kissed the delicate arch and rested his cheek against the soft warm sole of her foot. His cock was rock hard and straining against his pants and he longed for her touch. 

Richard held her foot with his left hand and slowly ran his right up the curve of her toned calf until he was gripping just beneath the bend of her knee. As he did so, Cindy stretched out her right leg and began slowly rubbing the top of her foot against the underside of his erection.

Cindy closed her eyes and her head fell back. Her hands were gripping the armrests of her chair and, as Richard watched, her legs opened. Beneath her short skirt, Cindy was completely naked. Her sex seemed to beckon to him and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to take her right there on his desk. 

Just as he resolved to do exactly that, the soft bell of the elevator chimed and Cindy pulled away, looking mortified as she quickly turned back to her desk. 

The security guard from the lobby appeared around the corner a moment later swinging his keys and raised his hand to them in greeting. Richard waved a shaky hello of his own and watched as the man turned the other way to continue his rounds. Cindy meanwhile was scrambling to put her shoes back on, her face beet red.

"Uh.... " Richard started but Cindy cut him off.

"I have to go," she said.

"Sure," Richard stammered. "Just let me pack up my..."

Before he could finish Cindy was up out of her chair and moving hastily to towards the exit.

"... Wait! I'm your ride remember?" he called after her as he flung the few things he had put on his desk for show, back into his briefcase.  Richard loped down the narrow aisle awkwardly bumping  his briefcase against cubicles on either side until it suddenly sprang open spilling its contents all over the floor.  By the time had picked everything up and made his way to the elevators she was gone. 

He stared dumbfoundedly at his own blurry reflection in the cold steel doors. 'What the fuck just happened?'