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

Chapter One

Beneath her desk, Cindy's right shoe slipped off of her heal and fell quietly to the floor. This happened frequently and she ignored it, flexing her foot absently.

She didn't know it but her nail had torn a hole in her nylons and now her big toe was poking through.

Behind her, sitting at his own desk, Richard had noticed. He stared often at Cindy when he was supposed to be working, and lived for the days when he caught that slow sensuous slipping of shoe from foot that Cindy was usually oblivious to.

Today was a good day, she was wearing the green pumps. They were too big, she had mentioned this in passing when he expertly turned the conversation to footwear. The green pumps came off all the time and some days she would walk around the office without them if the constant on and off got too bothersome.

He began to reach under his desk to give himself a squeeze, what his older brother used to call a handy, but at that moment Bill Morgan slapped him on the back and he jerked his hand away guiltily.

Bill began blathering loudly on about some report but Richard wasn't paying attention. He nodded trying to watch Cindy with his peripheral vision. A movement caught his eye and he glanced away from Bill just in time to see the other shoe fall to the floor.

'Why can't you just go away?' Richard thought, turning back to look at Bill. Bill, the fat-ass... Bill the blabbermouth... Bill the loser... 'Go away'.

To his amazement, Bill turned mid-sentence and strode off towards the lunch room. 'That was weird,' Richard thought as he turned back to peek at Cindy. She was still at her desk. Now her lovely stockinged feet were tucked back under her chair, the top of the right resting softly in the arch of the left. As he watched she rubbed them together slightly and he let out a long breath as he felt himself harden.

He spent the rest of the day imagining what it might be like to touch those feet. Hold them... kiss them... even lick them. The salty-sweetness of her flesh mixing with the power she would have over him as he prostrated himself to her.

At five he packed up his desk having done little to no work. He would have to make up for that on the weekend but it was worth it. In fact, the boss thought he was a great worker, always coming in on the weekends when everyone else was at home giving their couch a workout. 'Good ol' Richard... such a company man... if only they knew. Richard smiled to himself and shrugged on his coat.

Cindy was still at her desk, she was the real hard worker in the office. She had not even noticed it was time to go.

"Over-time, Cindy?" He joked.

She looked up from her computer shocked, "My goodness, it is five already? This day just flew by..." She said smiling awkwardly.

Why did she always look at him like that? Never a real smile... always that twisted, worried-looking smile.

"It sure did." He smiled back. His smile was a real smile, he made sure of that.

"Well... have a good night Richard."

"You too Cindy."

He turned back to his desk, pretending to look for something. Secretly he was watching her out of the corner of his eye. To his delight she bent and quickly slipped her shoes back on, glancing his way as she did so. He only saw it with his peripheral vision, but he could have sworn there was a tiny smile twitching at the corner of her mouth before she looked away. He picked up a pencil from his desk and flung it into the top drawer ready to walk her to the elevators.