Sheer Surprise
Sophia was happy with the way that the meeting had turned out; the clients she was pitching for seemed happy with her company’s work ethic and strong dedication to the task they had been assigned and she couldn’t help but beam as they parted their ways at the door.
“It’s so nice to see you again, Oswald. I do hope that I hear from you soon,” Her voice was soft, laced with an exotic accent, her eyes twinkling as she gripped the older man’s hands in thanks.
“The same goes for you, Ms. Martinez.” Even though she had done business with him before, the way he spoke still sent shivers down her spine; an air of authority that she one day hoped that she would have when she was conducting business at her firm.
Watching them leave, she glanced down at her feet; her four inch high heels digging deeply into her nylon clad feet. Sophia was a firm believer in dressing for the job you wanted so she was wearing a well fitted black skirt that hung to her every curve and a deep plum coloured blouse that complimented her complexion perfectly.
Stealing a glance at the clock on the wall, she let out a breath at the sudden realization to the time. The meeting had gone on longer than she had anticipated, but she was feeling good as to where they stood on the practicalities of their future business endeavours.
Lifting her phone up to her ear, she quickly dialed her temporary assistant, requesting a large glass of brandy and some pain medicine be brought to her office as she gathered up the rest of her things and made her way over there, saying her goodbyes to the other people in the large boardroom.
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Wearing high heels was something that Sophia didn’t do often - only when she wanted to dress to impress. As she entered her office, she set the documents she was holding onto the chair in front of the desk, moving behind it to take a seat, letting out a happy sigh as she did so.
The plush seat helped her backside as she bent down to undo the belt that held her heels in place. Kicking them off, she hadn’t even heard the door slide open as her fingers brought her soles into a tight grip, massaging them gently to relieve the pain.
Henry didn’t usually knock, but as his eyes focused on the scene before him, he was wondering if he should have. With Sophia’s glass of Brandy in one hand and the bottle of Advil in the other, he watched as she brought her manicured fingers down to her aching feet, her red heels discarded on the carpeted floor beside her seat.
He hadn’t been working at the firm for very long and truth be told, he was intimidated by just how beautiful Sophia was. She carried herself well; her makeup always polished and her long black hair cascading in curls down her golden tanned skin.
Thankfully, she was always kind and as he watched the soft and shiny mesh of the nylon pull taut against her sculpted calves, his mouth watering as he watched her with a smile.
Henry must have brushed up against the door and made a sound because Sophia looked up and raised her eyebrow, gesturing her free hand towards the alcohol and pills. “Ah, you’re a lifesaver! My feet are killing me.”
He felt the heat rise to his cheeks as he entered the room, placing the glass of brandy onto her desk and opened the medicine, extracting two pills and placing them into her soft hands. He glanced down at her feet, her white painted toes peeking out from the soft fabric that was wrapped around her feet.
“I find that it’s always better when someone else is massaging you,” Henry said, not really realizing the words that were coming out of his mouth, immediately biting his lip after he had spoken the words and registered them.
A smile tugged at Sophia’s lips as she looked up at him, her eyes studying him over. She had never seen him this up close and personal before, his broad stature both mysterious and kind and she ran her tongue across her pearly white teeth as she nodded her head at his words, a little taken aback at how forward he was being.
What was he implying? She thought it’d be fun to toy with him a little bit to see how sincere he was about his words. “I agree, but it’s not like I have my masseuse here.”
Sophia moved forward in her seat, the seam of the nylon rubbing against her bare pussy, the stimulation against her clit making her perky nipples hard beneath her shirt. Catching Henry’s eyes, she shrugged, waiting for him to find the words to reply.
Her statement caught him off guard and Henry cleared his throat with a small smile as he stood closer to the desk, “Well… I’ve been told I give great massages.” He hesitantly took a seat at her feet, crossing his legs as he reached out his arms, his large hands encompassing her petite feet as he peered up at her.
He felt her shiver at his touch as his vast hands brushed against the sheer fabric that her foot was encased in. “You have such small feet, Sophia.” The nylon felt cool against her warm skin, his fingers dancing up her legs to massage the knots in her strong hard calves.
Sophia pushed herself down the office chair, her long hair hanging off the neck wrist as she widened her legs in front of her, parting them slightly so he would get a a view of her sex. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panty’s, she pulled them up; the seam snugly pulled into her thick lips as she peered down to him.
Henry knew what she was doing and couldn’t help but cough awkwardly as he continued to massage her feet, his member swelling at every move she made above.
Whimpering at his touch, she gripped the sides of the chair and moaned lightly, wanting more from him. Standing, she hiked up her skirt as she watched him fall backwards onto the carpeted floor, taking a seat upon his hungry face.
“Mm, Sophia!” His muffles fueled her fire as she stretched out her limber legs above his head as she supported herself with her arms behind her. Gyrating on him, she felt his nose against her and she let out a moan as she felt his hands tightly caress the round of her buttocks.
Grinning, Henry lowered his hands to his pants, unbuckling his buckle and withdrawing his throbbing member, wrapping his palms around his veiny cock.
With each and every thrust she made, the satin silk of the nylon rubbed against his wanting tongue, the taste of her hot liquid spewing into her mouth as they both got each other off.
As Sophia moaned above, he felt his orgasm reach an undefinable high as she shook above him, his throbbing cock unleashing a volcano of cum all over his pants and floor, laughing as she peeled herself off of him.
Sophia glanced down at, her fingers running against the crotch of her soaked hose and she bit her lip as she watched him, “Well… you’re hired.”