by Luvnursox
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A few weeks go by and in that time, Roger and I meet and talk like nothing happened at the theater.
We talk about the kids and how well they are getting along. About his wife and how the calls have finally dropped to a minimum and of course work. We talk about how it seems like their expenses have gone up a lot over the last year and he can’t figure out what it is that is costing them so much. I then explain to him that maybe I can help. My firm typically deals with cost minimizing and efficiency and effectiveness. I told him it would be a pleasure to help out a friend.
He agrees and tells me he needs to run it by his partners for me to come in. Finally I get a call from Roger, inviting me for drinks with 2 of his partners to talk about what kind of strategies I have to help them out. I have been waiting for an opportunity like this because my firm has been trying to land them as clients for a while now. I figure to myself if I can get this, then I’d be pretty damn successful; at work. So I put together a few things from work and go home and pick out my power suit. It’s a heather grey wool Hugo boss 3 button suit, a light blue shirt and dark blue silk tie.
I wear my nicest pair of black gold toe metros, and black JM captoes. I look pretty damn sharp in this suit I think. I arrange for my son and Jenna to spend the night over at their friend’s house because I don’t know how long this drinks meeting will take especially since it isn’t until 8pm.
I get to the restaurant and walk in to see Roger standing there with his two partners. All of them are dressed up in their suits looking like the secret service, sharp, clean, and defensive. I feel a little intimated at first, but then I take a second glance at Roger and he is looking real good. Standing there in his navy Blue pinstripe suit with white shirt and blue tie and those nice wingtips I so eagerly played with before at the theater. He looks sharp, his hair is fixed and his face is clean shaven and strong looking. I walk over and he greets me with a handshake and introduces me to his partners.
We sit and talk a bit over plans on what I can do for them and some ideas I have for the company on how to reduce their costs based on what I have seen so far. They seem somewhat uninterested, almost stoic. After maybe 45 minutes of chatting and discussing, his partners get up to go to the bar to talk and have a smoke. Roger stays back with me at the table. The place is dimly lit and it’s towards the end of the evening so there aren’t a whole lot of people there. I say to him, “I don’t think this is going very well, they don’t seem interested at all!” I am practically frantic and panicking as I tell him this. He responds, “don’t worry, they’re real dry like that all the time. Don’t get too worked up or you will blow it, you need to relax a little and you’ll be fine.” He smiles and puts his hand on my shoulder to try and help me ease up.
I am still a little frantic and try to get myself together. I can see them from where I am sitting talking at the bar as they drink and smoke. It’s obvious they are discussing what I have told them so far. As I stare at them, Roger tells me again, “lighten up, or you will blow it.” It’s hard to take what he’s saying into consideration since it didn’t look like it was going well in the first place. Just then I hear something under the table. I lift up the table cloth and look below and see that roger and slipped off his shoe. I come back up and say, “what are you doing!” He responds, “you need to relax. Not exactly the kind of relaxation I was going for at the time.
Actually it never even crossed my mind. But then he takes his foot and starts to rub it on top of my shoe. Sliding it on the top of my polished captoes. “are you crazy? your partners are right over there.” He doesn’t say anything except he laughs a little, almost evil-like and he just continues to stare straight at me. I can’t deny that him rubbing his black dress socked foot on my shoe was making me hard. I could feel him pressing on my foot and wiggling his toes. I look down again and begin to feel his warm moist socked toes running up again the inside of my leg. He is wiggling his toes against my black socked leg and rubbing my leg as if to tease me up and down. I look at him again and then he says to me, “are you going to relax or not?” I feel myself twitch in my pants and I need to shift in my seat.
He knows this is making me hard ever since the movie theater and so he goes even further to take advantage of the situation.
I see him smile more while he stares at me and he places his socked foot in my crotch. At this point I am fully erect. I am so hard that it hurts me to be sitting the way I am sitting. He jams his foot against my cock and wiggles his toes. I tell him, “ok, ok, I’ll relax!” He responds, “Is this helping you get your mind how badly you think you’re doing?” just then curls his toes to wrap around the outline of my cock. He’s got a firm grip on me and squeezing me tightly in his black dress socked feet. It feels so warm and I can feel the heat from his feet and smell the leather aroma as it makes its way to my nose. I can feel the precum soiling my briefs as he jams his foot against my cock to rub it like he’s stroking me with his foot.
At that point, I am concentrating on how hard I am and how his socked foot is practically stroking me through my pants. He starts to press harder and harder and tease the tip of my cock. And I begin to breathe more and more. All that time, he’s just sitting there smiling across the table, staring at me. As he pushes more and more I start to get more and more aroused, until finally, I feel myself cum in my slacks. I let out small grunt and breathe of relief as I begin to feel the cum soil my briefs and drip down to my balls. I unzip myself at the table to try and clean up as much as I can so it doesn’t soak through my grey slacks. I take the table napkin and wipe up as much as I can and zip up. I put the napkin in my pocket and during all this time, Roger is just across the table, staring and laughing at me. He takes his foot back and slides it back into his shoe. And finally he says to me, “Do you feel better now?” I looked at him and having so many mixed emotions about what he just did, the only thing I can say back to him is, “yes”.
Finally his partners come back and sit down after about 15 minutes, and in all that time I am looking around to make sure there is now mess anywhere on the seat next to me in the booth or on table cloth or anything. They ask me a few more questions and grill me on some specifics. Finally, 9:30pm rolls around and they stand up thank me for my time and tell me they’ll contact me Monday to see when they can get me set up at the office. They shake my hand and proceed to walk outside.
Roger stays with me at the table and after they have left, I shake his hand and walk over and give him a big hug. “you did a great job he says, looks like they are excited about you coming over to help us out! I told you that you were fine! All you needed to do was relax a little.” I tell him, “you were right, I wasn’t doing so badly after all.” I give him this conniving look, with a smile on my face. I then say, “we need to celebrate, this is huge for me! Let’s celebrate, the kids are sleeping over at their friends’ house, we’ve got some time!” He responds, “it’s been a long day actually, I just want to go home and relax.” After what he did to me in the booth, I figure he’s kidding, but he really isn’t. So after 1 more drink at the bar, I shake his hand and give him a hug again and I’m in my car on the way home.
As I am driving, I am thinking to myself how great it’s going to be at work when they find out I am working with this company! They are going to love me at work and practically worship me! But then I start to think about Roger at the restaurant. I think that he got this for me and how he helped me get this account. I start to think about his socked foot in my lap and stroking me. I think about the warm moist leather smell in between his toes and on his socked foot. I think about that smile he had while he was stroking me and jacking my under the table with his feet. And then it hits me, from the time in theater he noticed I was hard, and the restaurant, he has got to be feeling something for me otherwise it wouldn’t have happened.
I turn on the next street and start heading towards Roger’s place. I see his car in the driveway and the lights turn on in the house. Looks like he just got home. I get to the door and ring the bell. He opens it, still in his suit from earlier, and looking like he needs to get out of it already. “What are you doing here?” he asks. I walk in and shut the door and walk over to the living room. I didn’t say anything and he kind of looks at me like “what the heck is going on” kind of look.
We get to the living room; he walks over to me and says, “what’s going on?” I sit him down on the couch and kneel in front of him and say, “you said we should try it sometime at your house. Remember?” Those were his words that day at the theater. I lean over and give him a kiss on the lips, a long soft, one at that and in that moment he is kissing me back. I get up and pour him a drink as he takes off his jacket. I give him his drink, pull the ottoman over and sit right in front of him. I lift up his left foot, and kissing the top of his JM wingtips, all over. Then I begin to unlace them and loosen up the laces and tongue of his shoe and slide it off slowly. I put his shoe up to my nose and inhale the moistness of the leather, breathing it slowly and enjoying every minute of it.
I put the shoe down and begin to rub his tired foot and firmly massage the inside of his arch. He throws his head back and moans in relaxation and say “ooh I’ve been needing that. It feels good. Keep going”. I pinch the heel of his foot and lift it up to my face. I smell in between his toes to sniff the leather scent and scent of a real man’s feet. I then open my mouth and begin to suck on his toes through his black dress socks. I am licking the bottoms of his toes with my tongue and lashing it in between his socked toes almost to suck up any excess moisture wick from his feet. He doesn’t look at me, but throws his head back, closes his eyes and sips his drink.
The sounds he makes are of relief and pleasure, ones that you hear when you are feeling something more than just physical. I suck on each toe as if I was sucking on him. Pulling and licking on each one firmly. I am rubbing the back of his ankle and pinching ever so slightly while I continue to lash my tongue on his foot. I then lift his foot and run my tongue down the arch of his foot. He makes a sudden movement and shudders a bit from the tickle, but then recedes back into his chair and I continue. I nibble on his heel, and tug at his sock playfully. I then work my way back up to his toes and nibble on the tips of his socked toes feeling the outline of his nicely groomed nails beneath. I pull on it just to have a little excess sock but then he says to me, “don’t forget to take off my other shoe and do the same.” Immediately, I do as he asks, and put his left foot down and do the same to the right, the smell of his feet is like an aphrodisiac. The taste is sweet, clean, but rugged like a man's feet should taste.
He stays silent throughout out the 45 minutes I am at his feet. I then reach into my pocket and grab the napkin from the restaurant and throw it onto his chest. He looks up and sees the napkin and says, “what is this for?” I tell him, “just returning the favor.” He looks at me puzzled, and before he can respond to ask me what I mean, I get off the ottoman, and kneel in front of him. I lean over him and put my finger on his lips to stop him from saying anything. I got back down and begin to run my hands up his legs in between his thighs. He looks at me with a slight smile and you can tell he knows what I am going to do. As I am kneeling front of him, and running my hands up the inside of his thighs, he takes his right socked foot and rubs it against my now hard cock. He doesn’t wiggle his toes or anything; he just slides it back and forth.
I can feel the top of his foot pressing against my balls as he slides it in and out. I stop for a moment and close my eyes and savor the feeling of it on my cock once again. There’s no one around, and it’s silent, just me and him and his feet in between my legs. I lower myself and begin kiss the inside of his left thigh. Running my tongue up and down his thigh, I can see I am definitely having an effect on him as the outline of his cock begins to grow and show through his navy pinstripe slacks. The stripes get more and more distorted as his cock gets harder and harder. Then he begins to wiggle his to toes on my balls, tickling them and using his big toe and jamming it in the area between my balls and ass.
At that point, I have no choice but to go in. I begin to kiss the outline of his cock and run my lips along the outline of the shaft. Finding my way up to the tip of the outline, he then lets out a little moan and begins to slide his right foot further down into my thighs past my balls. His big toe sticking up he teases my ass with it through my pants more and more as I kiss his shaft and head.
I unbuckle his belt and slide it out from his pants. I undo his button and zipper and open him up to reveal white Emporio Armani briefs. They form so nicely against his tanned body, smooth, bright white, and the black band perfectly sitting on his waist to form the letters of the name in a straight line. I can see a moist spot at the head of his cock through the briefs and kiss the spot. Meanwhile, he throws his left leg over my shoulder and wiggles his toes against my right ear, trying to grab it with his foot. His right leg has made its way back up to my cock and sliding his toes up and down my hard shaft once again. After a few minutes of kissing and licking through his underwear, I slowly pull it down to reveal his tanned smooth cut cock. His hair is neatly trimmed around and the size is perfect. I go down on him to suck him and as I do, his toes start to curl.
I can feel it on my cock and then let loose for a split second off of my shaft and then curl harder to grasp me. I let out a little moan, as it stings me for a second, but it is a good kind of sting. I begin to lash my tongue out against the bottom of his shaft and he begins to squirm in his chair. I start to suck harder and harder and his left foot stops playing with my ear. I let up for a second and look over and his left dress socked foot is fully extended out. His toes are pointing across the room and don’t budge. His right foot has stopped stroking me for a second. I go back down on him to suck him so more, licking his shaft, making my way down to his balls. His right foot let’s go of me and I can feel his toes pointing outward as well. I start to go faster and faster as Roger moves in his chair along with the motion of my head. I grab his right foot and throw it over my shoulder.
I then reach back over my shoulders and grab the ends of his feet, cupping the tips of his toes in each of my hands, as I continue to suck harder and harder, and feeling the motion roger makes in the chair along with my head, he then lets out a moan and cums into my mouth. His toes are locked in an outward position as he cums. He shakes and squirms in his chair and I can feel his dress socked feet trembling in my hands. I am rubbing them with my thumbs as he finishes and I let up on him. I take the napkin off his chest and spit some out onto it and wipe my mouth. As I let up his feet get closer to my face and I take one last suck on his toes to match up with the remaining cum in my mouth, and the taste is exhilarating. Sweet leather and cum taste mixed together is one I won’t forget easily. I put his legs down and he sits up, closer to the edge of the chair and gives me a long kiss, lashing his tongue in my mouth as if to taste what I taste.
The night ends up with us together at his place, sleeping in nothing but our socks.
