Sarah had made a name for herself as an office manager and it wasn't uncommon to catch other employees looking a little too long at her. When working with her I did my best not to stare but she caught my gaze lingering on more than one occasion. Fortunately, she pretended not to notice.
After several weeks of working together I started to suspect that she was playing with me by intentionality leaving that extra button undone on her blouse or leaning in a little too close and allowing her auburn hair to brush across my face. There were evenings I went home and imagined having my way with her. I have to admit, I wasn't very creative. It was standard fare fantasies, bending her over and hiking up her skirt so that I could thrust my cock inside her or imagining her on her knees anxiously begging for me to be in her mouth. Like I said, standard masturbation fantasy.
A rather unremarkable week had passed and Sarah called me into her office. I assumed we would discuss next weeks inventory schedule and she asked me to take a look at some schedule changes on her monitor. As I moved around her desk to take a look she dropped her phone and asked me to pick it up for her. As I bent down to retrieve her phone I smacked my head on the corner of her desk and supporting myself with my left hand went to one knee while I rubbed the top of my head. Sarah let out a small chuckle and spun here chair to face me. As if I wasn't embarrassed enough, as I turned to look at Sarah I realized that I was looking directly up her skirt and she knew it. She smiled and appeared to adjust herself in her chair to provide a better view. The lighting in the office only allowed me to see about half way up her thighs to the edge of her thigh high stockings but beyond that everything was left to my imagination. As I convinced myself that it was my imagination that she wanted to provide me a better look, her throat cleared. "Ehhm, like what you see?" Feeling my cheeks flush I responded in a series of partial words and mumbles "Uh..yea..eh..no..um...sorry."
She responds with a commanding voice "If your going to stay down there make yourself useful." As I try to reply only a weak "ummm" is managed and Sarah directs me to kiss her feet. "Well get to it, your already on your knees, kiss my feet." As I try to determine if this is just some joke I realize two things; I am still staring up her skirt and her ordering me to kiss her feet has both disturbed and aroused me, as is evident by partial erection. My hesitation was received with a foot on the back of my head pressing my face down to the one remaining on the floor. My feeble attempt to resist is likely unnoticed and likely imagined, for my own benefit. As I begin to timidly put my lips to the top her foot I am still trying to wrap my mind around what is happening and have only started to consider what might happen next.