I headed into the bathroom eager to relieve my throbbing dick.
My regular stall – the larger unit towards the back of the bathroom. It was definitely more private, being one of only 2 stalls that were situated around the corner. I quickly closed the door, unzipped, sat down and leaned back to close my eyes.
I pictured her standing before me, stroking those longs, stocking legs while I looked on. She must have known the effect she had on me when she wore those stockings and heels. Just the way she would cross and uncross her legs at her desk, directly across from me – and today she seemed to be especially fidgety.
I stretched back, ample room in this particular stalls. The bathroom was recently renovated and posh to say the least. Although not my preference, the firm had decided that a single, coed bathroom was more “trendy”. I hated the lack of privacy but on the other hand, ironically, the soft lights and rich colors of the decor set the perfect mood for enjoying some ‘personal’ time.
I had just gotten into a grove when I heard the bathroom door open.
I slowed for a moment, my ears straining to asses the situation.
Click, click, click. The unmistakable sound of a woman’s heels on the slate floor.
Fuck – I thought to myself.
The clicking grew louder and louder as the mystery woman approached my personal hideaway.
Normally people see the one stall in use and courteously move to the other area. Normally, that is. Unfortunately today, this individual walked into the stall next to mine and closed and locked the door shut.
Why anyone would use the stall adjacent to another in use, I will never understand but at that point, I was sexually frustrated and getting more pissed off by the second.
I sat motionless, waiting. But there was no sound from beside me.
For the love of God – I screamed in my head. Either go or don’t but do something. I sat still for another few moments. Still nothing
I was starting to soften up and I knew the ball wrenching pain of needing to relieve myself and not going through with it.
Some shuffling next door gave me the opportunity to lean forward and peek at the shoes next to me. The familiar black heels and stockings came into view and my heart began to race – it was her.
I slowly, and silently sat up – attempting not to make any noise at all.
Did she know it was me in here? What if she had put it all together – the days she wore that outfit I would head off to the bathroom an unusual number of times.
No – I tried to calm myself down. I was being ridiculous. She, like everyone else, needed to use the bathroom. But then why was it so quiet? What if she did know? Would she tell anyone else? What would happen if they found out I was relieving myself at work?
I debated on my best course of action but decided to wait her out. If questioned, I would say i had an upset stomach – no more justification needed. Sure…
I sat back. My now limp dick sitting against my pants. I waited for another few moments – still no noise. Was she ok? I leaned forward again to look.
“Do you need something, Mark?” he voice broke the silence.
I immediately sat up – my heart beating through my ears.
“umm – no – im sorry?”
“Where you going to ask me something?” she spoke again.
“No. No – just making sure you’re okay over there. It was just a little quiet.”
She said nothing.
Silence again filled the room. I was caught and I needed to escape. Quickly working through my options, I decided flushing and leaving was all I had, and then, like a dream, a stocking clad ankle and foot slid just under the stall divider.
“Do me a favor?” she started.
I stared at the beautiful ankle for a moment, unsure if I had become delirious from the situation and was now hallucinating. I didn’t respond.
“Can you reach my ankle?” she finished.
“Umm – yeah – i think.” Was all I was able to manage.
“Could you scratch the outside of it for me?”
My heart rate instantly quickened – “Ummm. yeah, sure – “
I reached down – pausing just above her foot before my fingers touched the soft material.
I lightly moved my finger back and forth against the top of her foot. “Here?”
“Mmmm Yes Thanks – that’s exactly the spot.”
I gave it another couple scratches and pulled away.
“Oh- just a little more – – keep going. that was great.”
I reached back and continued, telling myself there was no way this was actually happening.
“A little lower, too.”
i moved down – now more to the center of her foot.
“Yeah, and just a little lower” – i continued down until I was at the edge of her shoe.
“yes, almost there, just a little bit lower. That itch is driving me crazy”
“I um…” I couldn’t go any lower, that is unless she wanted me to…
“Just pull my shoe off a bit”
My head spun with excitement as I turned slightly, repositioning myself so i had a better angle. I moved my hand to the back of her foot and gently pulled down on her heel. She flexed her foot, allowing he shoe to slip off and then hang, dangling off her toes. I instantly felt the warmth of her foot and noticed the unmistakable smell of nylon and leather.
I scratched the top of her foot, just below where i had left off. She flexed her toes, the shoe dropped to the floor with a click – her whole foot was now exposed – her toes wiggled and stretched, enjoying the cool air and freedom. The red polish of her toenails was vibrant through the dark material.
I continued lower – and lower until i was just above her toes.
“How is that?” i asked.
“fantastic. you have great hands”.
I took her comment as meaning she was satisfied and I reluctantly began to sit up – never taking my eyes off the beautiful foot staring back at me.
“I don’t mean to impose…” she started
“No problem” – i interrupted, eager for her to ask for anything else.
“…would you mind pulling the end of my stocking down just a little. My toes feel like they are cramping” – She gave her toes a seductive wiggle.
“Of course” – I reached down and gently gripped the end of her stockings – her toes continued to wiggle, teasing me as I tried to be gently with the delicate thin material. She continued to wiggle so I played back, giving all five digits a light squeeze as I gripped her stocking. She stopped moving and I pulled the stocking down a few inches and gently brought it back, resting it in its new position. Her toes wiggled in approval.
“Thanks so much “
I was entranced with her foot now – fully turned on I reached out to massage her toes without invitation.
“Hows that” I asked.
“mmmm – that’s great!”
I continued. What started as just her toes gradually became the arch and ball of her foot.
The whole time she said nothing. I thought I heard the odd moan as i moved to a new position but my head was foggy and I couldn’t be sure.
I slowly worked my way up and back down her foot – not wanting to overstay my welcome but wanting to enjoy every bit of her foot.
I felt her move slightly and not wanting to ruin the mood should I have done anything too inappropriate, I pulled away.
“Wow – that was great.” She sighed.
“Thanks” – I looked down at her foot. I would have given anything to continue servicing her.
“I can only imagine how good you are with two hands.” she added.
Was that an invitation or just a statement? Given my state of mind, I wasn’t prepared to lose my chance. I took it as a invitation and slipped off the toilet and kneeled beside her foot.
Taking her stocking foot with both hands, i started to lovingly stroke and massage it.
“oh god yes” – she strained to extend her leg under the partition as far as possible. Her foot turned slightly to face me more directly. Her position brought her left foot toward me, it was now resting just under the stall divider as well.
I worked my way up her ankle and then back down to the ends of her toes, giving each one ample attention before moving on.
Overwhelmed by the situation, partly from my euphoric state and partly from the physical necessity to reach climax, I raised her foot as high as I could to massage the bottom. Her leg was just touching the underside of the stall partition. I knew she couldn’t see my head so I leaned over until my nose was only an inch from her toes. Taking a deep breath, I took in the smell of her gorgeous feet. A part of me felt uncomfortable about taking advantage of her like this but I so desperately needed to smell her. The scent was instantly addicting. I found I couldn’t breath deep enough. I couldn’t get enough of the wonderful aroma.
My dick aching, my head spinning, it became too much and I lowered my mouth to her foot, brushing her toes against my lips. The silky smooth texture of her stockings slid effortlessly across my lips. Her toes moving back and forth under my nose, I tried my best to control my exhale but could feel the warmth of my breath against her.
She didn’t protest. In fact, I was certain I had heard another soft moan from her. The encouragement pushed me on to become more bold until her foot was moving across my nose and chin, checks and mouth.
Fully engrossed in the situation, my left hand fell away from her foot and headed straight for my throbbing dick.
She sensed my movement and i felt her pull her leg down. A shot of fear went though me – she’s done? Had I scared her off? Maybe she though I was going to press my dick against her – not that I didn’t think about it.
I watched her stocking foot drop to the floor and I sat in silence as she repositioned herself so both feet were under the divider.
“Use one hand on each foot”. Was all she said.
A little frustrated, I let go of my dick and did as she asked. I picked up the other foot and slid her shoe off. I raised it up to take advantage of the fresh, potent smell. I rubbed her warm toes against my nose, attempting to imprint the smell on my face to enjoy later.
I moved back and forth between her feet for at least 5 minutes until my dick was crying for attention.
Gently placing her right foot on the floor, my hand again found my dick while I lowered my mouth to her foot. I pulled her big toe into my mouth and didn’t move any further. I had hoped she would understand and take the tradeoff of hands for my mouth. I got my answer as I felt her stretch towards me. My tongue, waiting patiently, made contact – gently touching and rolling over her toe in my mouth.
Slowly, I made my way down the line – gently loving each digit with my mouth and tongue.
Enjoying myself tremendously, I was steadily becoming aware of the uncomfortable position my body had contorted into. I gave the middle toe I was working on one last kiss and sat back, attempted to reposition myself. Moving quick so as to not ruin the mood, I planted my elbows on the floor and stretched my legs out behind me. The new position gave me unrestricted access to the bottoms of her feet. I nuzzled my nose in between her arches – playfully rubbing my face against her soles until she informed me that she had something else in mind.
“Close you eyes and roll onto your back.”
As much as I was enjoying my new vantage point, I was intrigued and did as she requested. Closing my eyes, I rolled over on my back.
Having a good idea what she was planning, I slowly slid my body toward her- my head now positioned just under her side of the divider.
I didn’t have to wait long. Her feet pressed against my face – one foot directly over my eyes, the other began moving up and down my face and neck. It was absolutely wonderful. I laid still as she moved her feet around my face. A few times she parted my lips with her toes and dipped them in to my mouth and I gladly sucked on them until she pulled away and continued massaging me.
I felt her feet slide down to my neck and then fall off to the side of me. I didn’t dare open my eyes until I felt her moving above me. Sneaking a peek through a cracked eyelid, everything was blurred as I adjusted to the bring light shining down from above.
My vision restored slightly to see her standing above me and turning around. Her skirt was up around her waist exposing her stockings and garter belt. I strained to see more, amazed she had been wearing stocking under that sexy outfit the entire time.
My vision continued to clear as she began to lower herself towards me, her black panties pulled to the side of her shaved pussy. My eyes continued to gain focus only to have body pressed against my face, my mouth now against her very wet slit. She wasted little time and started moving back and forth against my face. My nose and chin massaging her most private areas as she gripped my hair and held my head in the perfect position
Instinctively my tongue pressed into her and began licking, doing all it could to help her get off.
She was very wet and my face was instantly covered in her. The smell of nylon had been dramatically overtaken by her scent as her juices covered my face.
She lifted up a few times to reposition herself on me. I strained to catch a glimpse of her stocking clad legs and bare upper things, noticing her stockings had thick bands of lace where they met her garter belt.
Until that moment, my hands had remained on my side of the divider, but as she became less inhibited, I too needed and wanted to experience more.
Sliding my hand up, I rubbed and massaged her ass as my tongue slipped in and out of her. She moaned in delight from the additional stimulation. I ran my hands down her backside and up across her thighs. I made my way up and down her stocking legs a few more times before settling in on the lacey tops at her thighs. Using her as leverage, I pulled her body down towards me and pressed my tongue deep inside her.
“Oh yes” she cried in approval
Again feeling my own needs grow, I was forced to drop one hand back down to my cock. She instantly felt the lack of attention and began to move.
“I’ll do that” – she said as she stood up and turned around, now facing my feet. “Slide forward a bit more.”
I gripped the divider wall and slid further into her stall. She backed up and again lowered her self down on me – this time, with her asshole lining up directly with my mouth.
“Keep sucking” – she said as I felt her reach forward and under the divider
I nearly lost control as her hand wrapped tightly around me. She slowly made her way down the shaft, reaching the bottom she gave it a good squeeze. “Mmmm God” I mumbled, my tongue licking her tight asshole.
She moved very slowly – she could tell i was close. “Just a little bit more” – she said – her pelvis was grinding against my face at an increasing speed. Well lubricated from her juices and my saliva, she was now traveling the length of my face with each stroke.
“Okay – god… yes – Yes” she said finally.
She gripped my dick and began stroking it feverishly. Within 2 hard strokes I was spewing cum into the air. Her pussy tightened as she also reached climax. Her thighs quickly tensing and quivering as she momentarily lost control of her body. She continued to stroke me throughout her own orgasm. It was nearly painful as she squeezed and stroked me well past my finale.
Gradually her grip loosened and pace slowed, as did the pace of her grinding against my face. She eventually came to a stop – still holding my dick in her hand. Her pussy lifted off my face slightly. She remained there – motionless for a few moments. Her sex glistening above my face, the strong odor filling the toilet stall. Finally, slowly, she stood, leaving me lying on the floor. Again it took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light. As they did i saw her sliding her shoes on and brushing her skirt back down.
She reached over and opened the door and stepped over me to leave. A little taken back I moved quickly to stuff my dick back into my pants before someone else entered. Her heels clicked against eth floor as she made her way to the sinks. “Wasn’t that better than jacking off?” she said as the water started to flow.
I responded with a “Yes” but doubted she could hear it over the running water. I listened to her finish and head towards the door without another word said. With my stall door still closed I took a minute to regain my composure. I cleaned my cum off the divider wall – probably a good thing the divider was there as it looked like it shoot out with some force – and made my way to the sink myself.
I carefully patted my face dry, having no intention of removing too much of her aroma, and made my way back to my desk where I glanced over at her. She was on the phone. I looked down, her legs crossed, one shoe dangling off her toes.
