Going down (Darien pt 12)

It was happening. It was really happening. It was actually happening.

Andrew couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe he was this close to a woman like Emily, nor that she was wearing what she was wearing and definitely not that she wanted him to suck on her toes through the nylons she wore. This wasn’t a dream. It was a fantasy beyond a dream, a moment he’d never imagined possible.

“Worship me,” Emily had said, so he did so. After sucking each and every toe on her foot, he bent down, nose practically to the floor, to kiss and lick at her foot before she let it rise up, presenting her toes to him again.

He’d never known how turned on he’d get from sucking on someone’s toes, but his erection was ample proof of that. Was it the feeling of having the toes in his mouth? The sensation of the nylon across his lips? Or was it the ongoing reactions of Emily, the moaning and writhing of this woman who’d somehow come into his life?

It didn’t matter. All he knew was that he felt harder than he’d ever felt before – like a man, a real lover who was able to satisfy this woman, even if all she wanted was her toes sucked.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes,” Emily moaned as Andrew’s tongue moved around to the underside of her foot. At the same time he detached one hand from her foot and slid down her leg, pressing on the hose, feeling the texture, wanting so much more from her.

Which is when he felt her foot press down on his crotch.

Looking down he saw her other foot slowly drawing a circle across his pants, outlining the erect cock that was contained within them. Amazed, he almost stopped lavishing his attention on the other foot, as he watched her toes slide around and under his cock, wiggling slightly on his balls, curling a little to ‘cup’ him. It felt like another hand down there, an extra person. Clearly Emily had experience in “foot jobs” but he didn’t think too much about that, didn’t even question it as her foot continued to rub slowly up and down his shaft.

As if there was any doubt, Emily looked straight at him and asked “Do you like how that feels, Andrew?”

He nodded, not daring to take his mouth away from her foot, but she slowly drew said foot back, smiling all the while.

“You like how my foot feels… down there?”

He nodded.

“How it feels to have your cock touched by my foot? Hmm? You like that?”

As she spoke, she picked up the first pair of heels she’d tried and put them in front of her. All Andrew could do was nod again.

“Tell me,” she said as she slowly pushed one foot into the spectacular heels, “do you like it when my foot touches your cock… more or less than sucking on my toes?”

As if to emphasize her point, her foot pushed on his cock insistently, like it was pressing him for an answer.

“More,” he croaked.

She chuckled knowingly. “I thought so,” she purred. “I don’t blame you though. Very few men like servicing a woman more than having a woman service them.” She removed her foot from his crotch so she could reinsert it into the other heel, and when done, she stood once more, towering over him in her sexy footwear.

“You have been so very attentive today,” she said as Andrew got to his feet. “I think it’s well past time that you got your bonus, don’t you? For outstanding performance?”

“I’d like that,” he said, practically vibrating in anticipation at what the bonus could be.

“Employee of the month,” she whispered, “at least as far as I’m concerned. Andrew went above and beyond, sir, and for that, I really feel he should be… rewarded.”

Her face was inches from his, her perfect makeup a vision that he couldn’t stop looking at. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as her hands moved, and suddenly he felt his belt being loosened.

“We could reward you with a cash bonus,” she continued, as Andrew felt her hand pulling down on his pants zipper. “Sometimes we’ve given people gift cards.” His pants fell to the floor in a soft rustle. “And sometimes…”

Andrew gasped as her hand touched him, softly pressing on his rock-hard cock through his boxer shorts.

“Sometimes we give good boys very unique gifts.”

Without saying another word, this woman he barely knew descended out of his view. Andrew couldn’t stop himself from looking down, watching her kneel before him as a sudden rush of chill air went across his privates. The boxer shorts had been tugged down, pulling his legs a little closer together as they stayed around his knees.

He was staring at the woman who was about to give him the first blowjob he’d ever received. And she was looking up at him, a knowing smile on her face.

Andrew’s cock was rigid, bobbing slightly before her. She glanced at it, then looked back at Andrew. “Is this all for me?”

He nodded. Again and again and again. His mouth felt bone dry. His nerves were sensitive to the slightest movement.

“Good,” was her reply, as she confidently took hold of his manhood, opened wide, and wrapped her red lips around his engorged cock.