Who am I? What's my name? Irrelevant. You don't need to know my name, my age or my star sign. What you do need to know is that I work as an S2 auditor for Deloitte, a global financial services firm in their Islington based London England branch. I'm attractive, hard working, driven and get on very well with my colleagues, so with this in mind I think you can see how, when I was chosen amongst five other members of my department to take part in the prestigious upcoming Rising Stars exhibition at the Estoria hotel in Manchester, it didn't come as much of a surprise.
Rising Stars, for the uninformed among you, is a weekend long program for Deloitte's up-and-comers from around the country, which entails networking seminars with the firm's high flyers, senior partners by day, and hardcore partying by night. My colleagues Lee, Usman, Chloe, Salima, and I were all handpicked as the crème de la crème of London 's EP rated auditors, and were entrusted with the honour of representing our branch over the weekend.
On the subject of getting to Manchester , we were offered the choice of either receiving reimbursement for train tickets to the event, or actually driving down ourselves, and hence get a cash refund for petrol usage. Being the cheeky scamp I am, I opted to drive with the full intention of creatively declaring my petrol consumption, and therefore receive both a full tank for free, and a small profit to boot. What can I say? I'm a capitalist.
Naturally, Lee, Usman, and Chloe didn't see the beauty in my plan, and opted for the train journey. What did surprise me was that Salima, a woman who'd been the focal point of my many lustful fantasies over the past eighteen months, asked if she could car pool with me on the way.
Now let me tell you a bit about Salima. She's 24, Indian, and has the most beautiful butter caramel complexion that makes you just want to lick it right off her. She's five foot seven in heels, and has the kind of figure that will make any man feel physically weak. Her athlete's body with its feminine yet muscular legs, and full yet firm ass comes from years of playing tennis at a semi professional level, and working out at the gym for two hours at a time, four nights a week. She has a fondness for tight fitting, knee length business skirts, shimmering, fully fashioned stockings, and dangling her nyloned soles from sexy Jimmy Choo heels for hours in the workplace. The woman literally oozes sensuality. From her soft yet husky voice to the slow and graceful sway of her hips as she walks in her butt hugging skirts. To know her is to want her, period.
Now I was lucky enough to spend some time with her while we were posted together on the CX3 post in Bayswater, and had the extreme fortune of having my desk behind hers. I needn't tell you of the immense pleasure and torture I've endured watching as she continually slipped her sexy size five's in and out of her fuck-me-heels, and slowly ran her damp soles along the stack and wheels of her executive chair. Don't ask me how no one ever spotted my indecent gawping, 'cause I just don't know. It's not like I had the willpower to be discreet.
Anyway, she said she wanted to carpool with me because, "I don't like trains, and besides it'll fun, you know? Give us a chance to talk and get better acquainted."
The program started at nine sharp on Friday morning, which meant we needed to get to the hotel by Thursday night. Salima was working late that day, so I arranged to pick her up from work at about eight on my way back from the gym, and we'd drive down together. On Thursday, as fate would have it, I got into a zone working out, lost track of time, and didn't have time to change from my gym shorts and vest for fear of being seriously late for our meeting.As I pulled up in my Ferrari a fashionable five to ten minutes late, she looked me in the eye, smiled, and stepped into the passenger seat. "Nice car," she said as she sat down. She then saw my blue vest and shorts combo, and looked me up and down in mild amusement. "I like the look." <>"You refer to my minimalist couture?" My deft retort was met with a slow nod, and a sly smile. "Just thought I'd do the right thing and give you something pleasant to gaze longingly at during the long and tedious drive."
She smiled, and studied me slowly from my eyes, down past chest, my stomach and my legs, and then slowly trailed her eyes back up again. My heartrate began to quicken. "And why would I want to gaze at your body?"
I shrugged, and smiled knowingly. I was beginning to like the fact I was dressed so revealingly. At the risk of sounding cocky, I'm no slouch physically, and my outfit gave her clear view of my very muscular pecs, arms, and legs, I knew she liked what she saw. "I guess we can gaze at each other," she said while running her ruby red fingertnails along her dark semi opaque stockinged legs. She was flirting pretty heavily with me, and I liked it a lot. There was plenty more banter as we headed for the motorway, and the scent of her Gucci Rush perfume filled the car.
I'd brought a stash of Bacardi Breezers along with me for the weekend, which Salima spotted in the back seat. She promptly asked, "Would it be ok for me to have a bottle or two?"
Naturally I said yes. After an hour and a half of lighthearted, witty conversation, she clearly began to get a little tipsy. That's when she pulled a copy of Cosmopolitan from her handbag, and started to read it. "Think I've got a cramp in my legs," she said innocently. "Mind if I stretch them out onto your lap?"
There was no way in hell I was ever gonna turn down this proposal. "Go for it," I said coolly. She swung around in her seat with her back against the door, and stretched her legs across to me as she read her magazine. I felt the thin, hard heel of her light brown mules dig slightly into my inside thigh, and got very excited as my dick slowly began to swell.
After about fifteen minutes of trying to think about any, and everything but where her feet were in a futile attempt to subside my growing stiffness, she pulled her heels off using the top of my thigh, and began curling and uncurling her sexy toes in my lap. "Sorry if my feet smell," she said without looking up from her magazine. "They ache a bit, and they're just really hot and sweaty from being in my Jimmy Choos all day. Feels good to air them out, you know?"
"Not a problem," I choked. "Can't smell anything anyway." I was lying through my teeth. She wasn't exaggerating when she said her feet were hot after being in her shoes all day. I could feel the heat, and dampness of her soft soles burning into my thigh, and it was driving me nuts. Making things worse, her removing her shoes after having worn them for over ten hours, with nylons, in the middle of summer caused the sweet must of her foot scent to rise straight to my nose, and slowly envelope the car. I looked down at my lap as she seductively worked her magnificent feet over my thigh, and saw the thick outline of my dick creeping slowly along the leg of my shorts on top of my thigh.
"You okay over there? Seem a bit quiet," she said nonchalantly as she unknowingly slipped the nyloned toes of her let foot under the cuff of the right leg of my shorts.
"Fine," I coughed. "Just got a lot on my mind."
"I'll bet you have," she purred as her sweet, moist and perfectly formed toes slowly made their way to my pulsating cock.
"What the hell did she mean by that!?" I thought to myself. "Doesn't she know where her feet are?! Is she doing this on purpose?! What the hell is this woman doing?! What if she's doing this accidentally, and she realizes?!" My mind was racing a hundred thoughts a minute as her toes came closer to that beloved point of contact with my now swollen eight inches, and very thick member. Believe me when I say it was all I could do to concentrate on the road.
"Think I'll help myself to another Breezer," she said as she swung around to grab a bottle from the back seat, finally planting the arch of her sweaty little nyloned foot squarely on my trapped dick. I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure/pain as she struggled for what seemed like minutes pressing down on my groin while grabbing a bottle from the back seat. Moment of truth, if she hadn't realized my situation already, she surely would now.
To my surprise she said nothing. She didn't even bat an eyelid. I had no idea whether or not she knew what had just happened. She merely sat back down in her original position with her squirming toes teasingly placed just underneath the cuff of my shorts, inches away from my straining member, and carried on reading, albeit with a pineapple Bacardi Breezer in her right hand. I wanted nothing more than to grab her perfect foot, and rub it hard against my dick till I bathed it with my seed! My lust crazed stupor was momentarily broken by the one question I'll never forget.
"So ... how long have you been into feet?"
"You heard the question."
That was when she put down her magazine, and pulled back the cuff of the right leg of my shorts with her foot, exposing my granite like shaft sticking straight up for the pair of us to see.
"So what's this then?"
"I dunno ... comfort."
"Hmmm, comfort. You okay there> You're having trouble breathing."
"You're fine? Of course you are. And you don't like my sexy, smelly feet?"
"Dunno about that. They're pretty, yeah." I wheezed, unwilling to admit defeat. "But I can't really say they turn me on."
"Bullshit," she said as she slowly began tracing the tip of her toes along the entire length of my shaft.
"Oh God!" I panted, breathlessly.
"No ... Goddess." She replied as she pulled her right foot back. She slowly peeled off her thigh high stocking, and draped it over my shoulder. Then she pressed her now bare, moist caramel sole against my right cheek while her other still nyloned foot fondled my swollen balls underneath my shorts. "You've wanted me since we first met, and you know it."
Never in the history of all mankind has a truer statement been said.
"I've seen you staring longingly at my sweaty soles and pert ass in the office you know. Why do you think I spent all that time dangling my shoes in front of you, and rubbing my feet so seductively against the table legs? It gets me so horny knowing you've spent the last year and a half lusting after me, dreaming of the day when I'd grind my panty-clad ass cheeks against your face, chest, and hard dick before my beautiful feet would stroke your hard cock, and make it cum harder."
I started to moan loudly at the wheel. The woman was in full control, and she knew it. "Feel my soft arch against your cheek. Taste my salty toes on your tongue. You love them don't you?"
"Yes!" I cried.
"I Love your fucking feet!!!"
At this point the temptress scooted next to me with the arches of both feet trapping my dick firmly against my thigh as she began to alternate between caressing my balls, and pulling on them firmly with her left hand. With her right hand she grabbed one of her mules, held the insole against my nose, and began to whisper tenderly in my ear. Needless to say, I was a quivering wreck by this point.
"It's pointless to fight it. I've won," she whispered as she tenderly licked my earlobes, and tugged on my testicles as though she were milking the cum right out of them. "Submit to me. Submit to me."
"I submit to you!"
"I worship you, and always have! You're so fucking gorgeous Salima. I want you so."
"Quiet!" She hissed sternly.
"I'm gonna cum!"
"Yes you will, but when and only when I allow it darling."
With that she leaned back against the door, and started casually flicking my dick with her left stockinged foot while pressing her bare right foot against my left cheek. I glimpsed to my left at the sight of this Asian Goddess's beautiful legs and feet manipulating me so effortlessly, and saw that she now had her fingers moving deep inside her black lacy panties.
"You will come in ten seconds, nine, eight, seven..."
A surge of heat began to build in my crotch. I couldn't believe it! This woman was actually gonna make me come on cue!
"Six, five, four..."
I started to moan and wail loudly as she effortlessly kicked my huge dick around.
Sweat was pouring down my face. My hands were clenched in a death grip around the steering wheel. I couldn't hold on much longer.
I spasmed violently. Wave after wave of thick, creamy semen shot from my penis for what seemed like an eternity as she kicked it so playfully, completely spraying the inside of my car with my own juices. It's a wonder I didn't write the car off during my orgasm. Salima, with a smug smile of self satisfaction spreading across her beautiful face, cupped both feet around my spent member, and lovingly massaged it till it went limp.
"You need (pant) to ask?"
"No I don't."
"Just so (pant) you know, that (pant) was the single most erotic (pant) experience I have ever had!"
"Of course it was, darling. I just hope that muscular body of yours can do more than just look good."
"What do you mean?"
"Well you've only paid tribute to my feet. I expect you to worship me in my entirety when we get to the hotel."
I didn't know whether to be excited or terrified. After everything she just put me through, she actually had more in store?! Who the hell was this woman, and just what did she have planned for me?