The Repair Man

The Repair Man by Anonymous As a computer technician for a major corporation, I get to see dozens of hot women every day. I also usually have time for a quick whack off session during slow times of the day, like lunchtime. I jerk off 2 to 3 times a day in the mens room thinking about these women in their short skirts and pumps, flexing their legs. There's just something about a business women. On this particular day, I got a call to go see a director of the company named Leslie. She was in her 40's, fairly attractive, with long, delicious legs. She was wearing a black skirt that ended a few inched above the knees, very sheer, nude color pantyhose, and red open-toed sandal pumps, the strappy kind that tie around the ankles and leaves almost the entire foot open for view. She was on the phone, but motioned with her hand for me to enter her office. She quickly told me that she could not print from her computer and then resumed talking on the phone. I sat in her chair. I noticed it was very warm. Hell, it was burning up from her body heat. She must have been real excited at some point. I went through my usual diagnostics of her PC. Everything seemed to be fine. I decided to check the printer cable. It had probably come loose or something. The CPU was standing on the floor underneath her desk. I got out of her chair and went under her desk. From here, no one outside her office could see me. I looked around and started to stare at Leslie's legs. They were gorgeous. I ogled her for a moment and felt my cock start to enlarge. She could not see my head, as it was all the way under her desk. I fussed around a bit, pretending like I was doing something while staring at her stockinged legs and feet. My cock was now fully erect, straining against my zipper. I casually adjusted myself through my pants. As I did this, Leslie sat down at her desk, still on the phone. I was still staring at her the whole time and was able to see up her skirt as she sat down. I saw that she had nothing on but the pantyhose and I could see the hairy fan of pubic hair at the top of her legs. She then crossed her legs and I had one of her red sandal pumps directly in my face. I could see each toe, beautifully painted and manicured through the ultra-sheer nylon of her pantyhose. Her feet were about a size 8 and each toe looked nice and plump. I could smell the mixed aroma of perfume, sweat, and leather. I was about to burst. I grabbed my cock again and she started to bounce her foot up and down, her toes brushing across my face with each bounce, spreading her toes apart. That's when I knew she was doing this on purpose! Whenever I adjusted my cock, she would do something to turn me on! And she was just sitting there, still on the phone! I decided it was safe enough to go for it. Her feet were just to succulent to pas I began by unzipping my pants and letting my black cock go free. Then I took Leslie's foot in both hands and rubbed all over, her toes, her ankles her legs. The nylon of her pantyhose was so smooth and silky, it was like it wasn't even there! I then started to lick her legs, slowly, tenderly, not missing a spot. I then licked her ankles and the straps of her sandal pumps; then the top of her foot. I even licked the leather spike of her pumps, my tongue gliding over the expensive leather. I then buried my tongue in between the shoe and the sole of her foot. This must have tickled, because she tried pulling her foot away. But I grabbed it back and continued lapping at the sole of her feet. She started to melt in her seat! She spread her legs open, raised her skirt up to her waist, giving a clear view now of her hairy cunt and started to rub her clit through her pantyhose. I started to stroke my 9" dick, matching her rythym. I couldn't believe she was still talking on the phone! I could now smell When I had cooled off. I got from under her desk and looked at her. She just sat there with her hand on her pussy, eyes closed, with a big smile. She must have hung up the phone at some point, probably before she came. I put my now flaccid cock back in my pants and started for the door, extremely satisfied. This was my first time I had one of these women from work. As I started to walk out, I looked down at her printer. It was Offline!!!! I couldn't believe it! That is the first thing I always check when printers are not working! Well, good thing for me I had forgot this time! R.D.