(NOTE: This chapter was written by "Seattlesolebro" a contribution page to the series of Dad's Friend Steve. Enjoy!)
"Steve," exits the theater scrambling for his keys, still all worked up at this point. He takes a brief glance scanning the parking lot but Johnny is nowhere in sight. He swings the door open, gets in and locks it behind him. Taking the biggest sigh of relief, Steve can't believe what just happened & yet is still incredibly turned on by it. He replays the erotic scenario again and again in his head knowing they could've gotten caught anytime. He looks down only to remember he was left sockless yet again thanks to a naughty little foot boy. "Damn it Joana," he exclaims in frustration, which quickly melts away at the thought of his deviant side kick and his souvenir dress socks wondering what he could be doing with them right now. "Aaahhhh," he lets out a moan and grabs his crotch still bulging from the theater, imaging Johnny down on his knees. His temperature begins to rise as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, caressing his chest and nipples hard in one hand. Still rubbing his crotch with the other, Steve starts swishing his bare feet in his now sockless dress shoes. The feeling of fine leather against his bare feet felt so good he started sliding them on an off in an erotic motion exposing his heals and arches. He was now getting turned on beyond belief, not understanding how this could be, but at that point he no longer cared. The air was filled with leather, sweat, and what seemed to be sandal wood, when Steve realized it was the smell of his own feet he couldn't get enough off.
His natural aroma grew more and more pungent the longer he sat there and he loved every moment of it! After edging his cock for some time almost to the point of completion, Steve looked at his watch and realized he was still in the parking lot of the Cinema for about 10 minutes loosing track of time. Luckily his windows were tinted significantly so he continued to feel fully incognito. He quickly started up the engine and peeled off like a NASCAR driver.
Switching back and forth from work and play, his mind was racing. He knew Johnny would be waiting for him at the hotel, but the potential of an important client & an added agenda couldn't seem to slip his mind. He did tell Joe to take his messages & cancel any appointments for the day.
It should be fine, perhaps he was over thinking the situation. He had felt silly for canceling his sit down with the director over coffee. Perhaps there was a way to reschedule the meeting considering it was now 15 after 3:00 and might be about to make his original appointment time at 3:30. "Besides Johnny did say he booked a room 5 blocks from the office so I'll just swing by on my way home," Steve said aloud. Once again reassuring himself that the cards were still in his hands. So he pulls up curbside to the firm knowing he'll only be a minute, he makes his way in the building fairly quickly and coy walking with a purpose as he normally does when he's on the go so no one paid him any mind. He takes the elevator up to the 3rd floor, again checking his watch, it reads 20 after 3:00. Time seems to still be on his side as he takes a quick sigh. The elevator dings, doors open and he makes his way pass the reception deck.
"Welcome back Mr.Ross." he hears Joe's voice from behind the deck almost forgetting he was there as he acknowledges with a silent nod. Steve makes his way to his office, leans over and checks his answering machine for any new inquiries. A minute passes as Steve enters in password followed by the extension number and things get quiet.
"There are no new messages," the automated recording chimed from speaker phone. He goes to hang it up again in a deafening silence and realizes his shirt is still unbuttoned from the parking lot. He begins to get flushed and turns beat red. Casually fastens each button all but the very top one and adjusts his tie taking one last sigh of relief before proceeding. Steve reaches for his dress coat an makes his way to the door taking a lasting glance at his watch that reads 3:25.
"Forgetting something Sir?" He heard Joe's voice from behind the desk, this time he had knelt down on one knee restocking printer paper coming to a complete halt once again fixated on Steve's untied laces.
"Almost forgot," Steve exclaimed, reaching down to fix his laces kneeling down taking his time, switching from the left to the right. Again taking his time, Steve had noticed from his peripherals that Joe hadn't moved an inch and was still looking in his direction. Steve slowly looks up and sees Joe in a trance.
"Could this guy be into my feet too?" He thought. So he tested the waters. Steve adjusted the tongue of his dress shoe, hiked up his pant leg revealing his ankle and slid his bare foot in an out like he did in the parking lot then wiggled his heal back in. Graced by that glorious scent of his sweaty feet & leather, a waft hit his nose slowly filling the room engulfing Joe in the stench. He starts to breathe it in nonchalantly but Steve catches on. Little does Joe know, Steve had been observing him the whole time. Steve gets a rise out of this newfound glory & power over yet another potential foot boy. Steve stands up adjusting his belt revealing his bulge which was now a semi on the rise. Joe still on knelt on one knee & can't take his eyes off Steve’s crotch. He adjusts himself through his side pocket, Joe practically drooling at this point.
"Looks like something come up," Steve motioned over to Joe with a wink breaking his gaze.
"Huh . . . what do you mean Sir?"
"Well you tell me!" . . . Steve replied.
Joe got beat red and started blushing.
"Last minute appointment?" Joe questioned.
"As a matter of fact yeah, just picked up a 3:30."
"You and the director back on?" Joe asked. Snapping back to reality, making his way back to his desk.
"New client." Steve chimed practically lighting up at the thought of his next endeavor. "Anyone leave me any memos?" Steve asked.
"Yeah actually, almost forgot." Joe followed by stating. "J.P. room 503 at the West Villa" same as on the package received. "I'm guessing that's your 3:30"
"You guessed right bud" He said with a smirk as he heads for elevator.
Joe smiled back. "Mr. Ross . . !" Joe blurted out in a nervous tone. "What happened to your socks?" Steve paused and thought of an excuse.
"I was burning up so I tossed them in the trunk, it's warming up out there and I tend to run hot between meetings!"
Appearing convinced Joe agreed.
"Oh yeah that makes sense, and you do seem to run hot adjusting your tie all the time."
“Do you want me to get you a pair of socks sir?” Joe asked and bites his lips discreetly.
"I gotta run if I want to make my 3:30 just up the road." Steve exclaimed in a hurry.
"Tell you what, I got a spare pair of socks in my desk drawer along with my spare tie that's freshly pressed next to my cuff links. Almost forgot! Go ahead and bring those by the West Villa room 503 as shown in my memo. Think you can handle that?" Steve commanded.
"Uh Yes Sir. . . I can handle that Mr. Ross."
"Good, that's what I like to hear!"
"Make sure to lock up behind you."
Steve beamed with a mischievous smile, a mile wide knowing he had the boy in his grasp. Seemingly clear now Steve has officially suspects his new secretary to be the same as Johnny who has a thing for feet.
Steve enters the elevator. He leans in to hit the lobby button, loosens up his tie. Curious, he looks up locking eyes with Joe one last time with a lingering gaze that seemed felt like a lifetime. The elevator doors close.
"Looks like I'm gonna mix business with pleasure today!" Steve thought to himself feeling aroused to the point of no return.
"Don't mix business with pleasure they say."
"Well not today, Johnny wants to play games ... Let's play!"
To be continued...
(CHAPTER 5 Teaser: The naughty secretary and the clueless daddy)
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