Temp was ending her duties this week, and I was frantic to get another opportunity with her. The office was busy again, as the other managers were in the office. To find a way to be with her alone in the office would be impossible. I had given up.
That morning she came in, I could hear the stilettos on the tile. As she passed my door to her desk, I got a glimpse of "dream fetish pumps". I saw they were black, with heels higher than the white pumps, but same closed toe and heel. She sat at her desk and I drank her shoes into my memory. She wore a off-yellow skirt and a dark top. Again, the skirt was one of those sexy 60's creations, creases and all, tucked up under her ass. Still wearing the stockings and garter belt, I was sure.
After a bit, she got up from her desk and came to my door...knock knock...."Can I come in".
I smiled.
She walked to the left of my desk, not in front of it, just in front of the file cabinet. I briefly thought about the jack off pictures in the folder that got this all started.
I looked down to get a good closeup of her stilettos. My wet dream. Very low cut vamps, not D'Orsay, but low cut sides, a full heel cup, sexy straight heels, maybe 4 1/2 inches, very difficult to walk in. For dancers, especially ballet, they can manage these kind of heels, especially if they are endowed with high arches, which Temp was. The pressure was all the way forward to the balls of her feet, and I could see the evidence of the muscles and veins. The toe cleavage was over the top. The sides revealed her erotic, sexy arch and I could see the bottom soles of her pumps. The outer sole was light tan and ran from the tip of her toe all the way up that very steep arch, down the front of the heel to the black tip.
She turned sideways and thrust her right foot out in front of her, cocked her hip. I drank in the sight of her stiletto and my heart was pounding.
She said, o so innocently, "You Like?"
Oshitoshitoshit.
"Very, very much".
"Well, looks like I'm finished here this week. We should go to lunch and celebrate?"
"Of course, where to?"
She said, "I was thinking of something not in public, maybe up at the nature park?"
I was gasping. The nature park was a small little place in the woods above the town. A small winding road up a steep grade and we could be there in 10 minutes. It was mainly used by groups on weekends for walks and photography.
I said, "Great choice. You leave first and I will follow a bit later. CU there."
She turned and spiked out of my office. She certainly must have had some ballet training in those super stilettos to walk so gracefully, but also with a sexy model’s strut.
Lunchtime came very slowly, and all the time I was ogling her pumps, and she was obliging with some foot play, pretending that I wasn’t looking and nonchalantly touching her shoes from time to time, and giving her ankle a lazy scratch. She covered the IBM, got up and announced to no one: "Off to some errands, probably be back a little late". She clicked out.
I waited a bit and went to the head. There, I took off my shorts and stuffed them in my pocket. I didn’t want anything in my way. I had a condom, in case I had to shoot in my pants, so I brought that along as well. Then I left through the lab door.
I rocketed up the road, and parked in the small lot. Across I could see her in the shelter, a rustic affair built over a flat concrete slab equipped with grills on its edge. Inside the shelter were a few picnic tables. The shelter was a semi-open thing with L-shaped walls on either end and open in between. She was not in sight, but her car was in the lot.
I walked over to the shelter, and she was at the table in the corner of the L. I walked over and looked at her and then at her shoes. Sat down.
She said, "So, here we are. No lunch?"
"No"
"I like to talk, I mean, I want you to tell me something."
"OK"
She said, "What is it with you guys and shoes like these?" She lifted her pump, worked her ankle around and pointed at it.
I said, "It is a fetish. My head is wired to respond sexually to the sight of those shoes, but only stiletto pumps. Platforms, clogs, sandals actually turn me off."
"The shoes?"
I said, "Not just the shoes. It’s a package the girl that is wearing them is very important. She must have the right attitude about shoe fetish. She must love shoes and like the way they look on her feet.. In a store, when buying them, she must be a little excited and feel kind of dominant when wearing them. She will walk in front of the mirror, looking at all of the angles. If there is someone selling, she will pay attention to how he watches her parade and will be very attentive in "helping" her in and out of the shoes."
(I’ve always been very jealous of shoe salesmen that sell these sexy shoes on a one-to-one sevice. These guys are with these stilettos in a very intimate way, getting them out for the customers, suggesting styles, and getting out their favorite fetish pumps to see if the customer will put them on and give them a show.. I would love to be a women’s shoe salesman to be able to handle all the different models and slip the customers feet into them. Down close to them, with a valid excuse to look at them at close range, and watch them walk. I would love to do that, but then, how would I find a way to jack off?)
"So it is the person And the shoes?"
"Of course. The person makes the shoe. A shoe by itself, not connected to a woman is an object that is exciting because I can envision it on a sexy woman that knows what it does to men like me. When that connection is made. And when the woman knows how she looks, and knows that she is being ogled by some guy, being "perved on", with her sexy stilettos, she gives off a very, very erotic message. The guy looks at the shoes first. Never the face. Always the shoes. If there are dumpy shoes, low heels, plats, etc. he will ignore the woman. If there are stilettos, he will then take a long, long look and then the legs, the ass, and for me to the eyes to find out what is behind them and what is in her mind. If she has noticed the ogling and meets my stare, I am instantly rewarded with an expectation of exhibitionism on her part. If she is innocent of the ogling, I will be rewarded by being a voyeur. The shoe fetish is the most rewarding, because it appears to be so innocent, but in fact is very very intimate. For a fetishist like me, the shoe is as erotic, exciting and arousing as a bare cunt or tit. Even moreso. Without the stiletto, there is no interest. Sexual intercourse must be with the shoes ON. Dog style is the best, because I get a beautiful view of the shoes, and stretched garters if they are on. What a picture. Instant erection and sustained erection. The higher the heel, the harder the erection. "
She said, "I know. I love what I can do to men with my shoes. I’ve been doing it for years. The minute I saw you, the instant I saw you, you were looking at my pumps, and I knew where it would lead. I want to be ogled. I love the way I turn you on and all the guys I’ve turned on. I’ve seen them in bars, jacking off in a booth, watching me at the bar, going to the restroom. In airports, at the mall, everywhere, I look for men to be looking at my shoes."
I said, "So, you are a troller? Like I am the fish and those stilettos are the bait?"
"yes, exactly. But I never take the fish home, I hook them, admire them, watch them gasp for breath and then let them go. To catch another."
"you have caught me once, ya wanna cast again, please?"
She demanded, "Beg me!"
"Please, please let me jack off on your shoes, I want to come all over them."
"Hmmm, let’s see what happens."
She was sitting on the bench of the picnic table with her legs crossed. She pulled out a smoke and lit it up. She just moved that stiletto up and down and she followed its movements with her eyes. She didn’t look at me.. smoked bobbed her shoe and looked at it.
She said, "I think I have sexy feet"
My heart pounding, I was straddling the bench, facing her. I unbuckled, unzipped and flipped one loafer off, down off my leg came my pants and I dropped them on the other side, to the ground. I was fully erect and pounding. My cock is really a beauty. It is just over 6 inches, wide, not round in cross section. When erect, it is curved up, and it stands up at a steep angle. (Ive done sex dances by working my hips up and down, making my cock describe a nice fucking motion. Some girls like it. Others just want to fuck.) The head has a sexy shape, not a knob. It has a concave topside that flairs out into a nice rim, and when fully erect, the rim turns a dark red-purple color. I am not cut, so the glans is very sensitive and shines with precum It has nice, fat bulbs on the underside that meet in a nice, deep crevice. The tip has a nice round tip on it. The shaft is very deeply ridged with veins that stand out very nicely. Underneath is the bulge of the urethrea. I love to model my hard cock right in the face of a woman, have her see the precum seeping out model it at all angles. I watch her eyes, and when they "flash", I keep that position for a long time, gently moving my cock back and forth teasing. There have been times, depending on the shoes the girl was wearing, the look on her face, a throaty comment, that I came right there, hands off, shooting cum right past her nose. I’ve never shot a woman in the face without asking her first. Never.
She said, "Nice prick"
I said, "I know. Nice stilettos, nice arches"
She said, "I know."
I stared at her stiletto waving and then at her face. She turned.
"I wanna watch you jack off."
I had one other "encounter" girl say this to me, and it was the most arousing thing any woman has ever said. Temp said it the same, husky way.
I said, "sit on the table so I can get a good look at your garter belt and your stilettos."
She moved up and at the same time pulled her skirt up so I could see all of her garter belt. It was white, very simple, satin, no frills. Very thin straps. She wore her stocking short, so the straps were very long. There were six of them. Six straps. The front ones were loose, her legs being bent and they were so inviting. She saw me looking at them. She hooked her thumbs in the straps and pulled them straight up, straining them and pulling her stocking tops up with them. I think I grunted. I looked at her face and she was looking at me with a look of triumph, of domination, of sexual presence that was overpowering.
"You Like?"
oshitoshit. I hadn’t touched myself yet, but I knew there was a lot of precum spreading all over my cock.
She looked at my cock and pointed with her chin,
"Do it, you pervy bastard! Look at me, my legs, garters, stilettos. Jack off on me!"
I reached down and used only my thumb and middle finger. Very slowly and with a steady beat. Slow up and down. This was going to be a slow, slow buildup without stop right to a cum shot to her pumps.
I said, "Stretch those straps you dirty cunt! Tease me with those heels, bitch! Make me jack off on you. You are the nastiest, sexiest, dirtiest stiletto bitch I have ever jacked off on. I will do anything for you."
(Something like that. It was very very dirty talk. I never call a girl a whore. Never, never. They are bitches, cunts ( the best, sexiest word in the language...cunt) Teaser, filthy slut, dirty little girl, cunt bitch, on and on. Most love the words, and encourage the dirty talk..all the time fucking or jacking off is happening. Silence is rarely wanted. They want the dirty talk, as I love them to talk dirty to me: pervert, perve, jack off (love those two words...jack off) freak, stiletto freak (my name), dirty old man, jizz shooter, (other very very sexy word is jizz...jizz is so nasty and sexy)
She dropped the straps and clasped her hands in front of one knee and brought it up. Far enough I could see her cunt hair, and she was without panties...no surprise. Her inner thighs, way up were a little wet. She was wet and hot! She crossed her leg over her knee like a guy and turned towards me, so I got a full view of her cunt. The garter strap was now very tight, both of them, and where they met, the material was very tight, making a taught tent over her cunt. I wanted to touch, to eat her cunt, but I was going to finish by continuing my jackoff. She was looking right at me, and then her eyes would drop to my cock and would "flash". Then back to my face and into my soul. I was doing the same. From her cunt to her straps to her stiletto, to her eyes, I guess I was "flashing" as well. We kept this up and I slowed my strokes to prolong the inevitable.
She reached toward her stiletto and then brought her leg way up. The straps were straining and not doubt, a lot of her wetness was now running down towards her asshole. Her fingers caressed the toe of the stiletto, up over the top to the vamp. It lingered and rubbed the cleavage, then up to the instep and down to the magic place between her arch and shoe. She paused there and finger-fucked the gap, with her middle finger. I looked at her face. She was dominant and in control of me. Her finger traced the outline of the top of the heel cup, to the rear, then down the seam down, down the sole, and then back up the sole, over the arch and down, very slowly to the heel, to the very tip, where she touched it with one finger, all the others spread out, I looked at her and begged. She then took two fingers, thumb and third finger, as I was doing to my prick, and began to jack off her heel. Very slowly and in time to my masturbation.
"I’m going to cum"
"Do it on my shoes!"
I stood up, straddling the seat, held my hand steady and fucked my two fingers with hip action. Upand down. I switched hand position to grasp my cock by its sides only along the shaft, with only a moment to the side of the glans at the very top, where I would linger a bit, move my ass around to get the precum all over my fingers and to rub the gland flair completely. She was still jacking off the stiletto heel.
"Cum you fucking bastard, cum on my shoes you fucking perverted shoe freak..."
I did. I had "laid off" and not jacked off since our time in the lab. The cum came deep and the first spasm hurt. The rope shot out across her foot, right across the vamp and landed on her other inner thigh. It was thick and ropy, with lumps of nice wet cum. The smell of fresh shot jizz is so exciting. She dropped the shoe, did another twist, in an L position with her legs, fully facing me and said,
"Shoot me in the face, fucker. Shoot me!"
The second or third spasm got her right to the left of her nose and it ran down to the corner of her mouth and onto her jaw, hanging in a loop.
The last got her across her garter belt, some right on top and some reaching her pubic hair.
I was grunting and groaning, my cock was in the "don’t touch me" phase, so sensitive and pounding.
She was laughing! Giggling and laughing. She had the back of her hand to her mouth and was pointing at me!
I was in heaven.
We slowly cleaned up with my handkerchief, her cleaning me and me cleaning first her face then all the other. I took her foot in my hand and lovingly caressed her lovely pump, and cleaned it, then licked it and cleaned and licked her perfectly. She just looked at every motion.
We silently got up and walked to the cars. No hand holding. Nothing. No kiss. Nothing. She got in her car, flashed her garters at me and swung those stilettos in. She looked up, held one finger to her lips and blew me a kiss. Then she started up and left.
She never returned to work for the last day. Called in sick.
I was sick as well. I got her name, but it was unlisted. I dared not try to find out from the girls up front. It would have been obvious. I never saw her again.
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