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“You are such a gentleman. No wonder you’re so popular.”
He laughed and threw the towel into the bathroom. “Here… Come sit on the bed, and I’ll get these things off for you.”
Such a gentleman. And such a goddamn whore when he had me naked in front of him. The perfect combination, really.No, no, don’t think that way. This is only one night.It’s perfectforonenight.
I walked over to the bed with my panties and stockings around my thighs, my cock tapping out, waving before me like a drunken sailor. I sat on the edge of the mattress and watched, wide-eyed, as Mr. Kenney went to his knees and lifted my booted foot into his lap. He smiled up at me, fire in his gaze.
“These are the sweetest shoes. Honestly. I think they’re my favorite part of the whole”—he gestured at me—“outfit.”
“A foot fetish, Mr. Kenney? You do surprise me.”
He laughed. “I like boots, I guess…and leather. And these are…so cute.” He undid the laces and eased the shoe off my stockinged foot.
“I hope my feet don’t smell,” I said.
He smiled, and lifted the boot to his nose, closing his eyes as he inhaled.
“Oh myGod.Why is that so hot?” I squirmed, as desire ignited my core and made me half hard again.
He put down the boot and picked up my stockinged foot, lifting it to his face and sliding his nose along the arch. I leaned back on my elbows and watched with an incredulous smile. Whatever this was, I liked it. Nobody’d ever done anything like this before, and I was here for it.
He turned and kissed the bottom of my foot as I wiggled my toes. Then he lowered it to the floor and took off my other boot the exact same way.
“Wow. You are…dedicated.”
“I like to take my time. Enjoy things,” he murmured. “Enjoyyou.”
I glanced at the clock. “It’s almost two. We don’t have a lot of time.”
“Are you working tomorrow?” Alastair asked.
“Yeah. But not till three. You?”
He didn’t answer right away. He was pulling my panties and stockings down. I wondered if he’d sniff those, too.
He did.
Then he bunched them up and placed them to the side.
“I think I might call in sick,” he said.
I blinked. “Wow. That’s…very privileged of you.”
“Yes, I suppose it is.” He shrugged. “I’ve been working there a long time. I have some leave saved up.”
“Convenient.”
“Very. That is, unless you have somewhere you need to be before your shift starts.”
We gazed at each other. This was supposed to have been a quick, let’s-get-each-other-off-as-fast-as-possible, results-focused encounter. And, I mean, I had fulfilled my part of that deal. But he didn’t seem to be in a rush. And if I was gonna get another nut out of it, well, I was fine with that.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, I don’t have anywhere to be before my shift.”
In fact, if I could avoid going home for a day, that would be fantastic. But he didn’t need to know about that.
