"You are ready for me" he said, in a matter-of-fact way. He held on to my hands and bent down once again on his knees. I wondered as to what he was about to do. It felt so awkward, standing in front of my director with his face now so close to my arousal. The bulge on my trousers was very pronounced and there was no doubt that he liked what he was seeing. What happened next was in slow motion. His face inched forward slowly as I stood like a rock, waiting for the moment. Then, it did. He pressed his lips to my hardness and kissed it gently. It was a peck, but that was so erotic. He kept his lips pressed to it and let go of my hands. I started to caress his head as he kept his lips pressed to my arousal. I moaned seductively and pulled his head closer. He kept kissing and nudging my manhood with his mouth and his hands had access to my buttocks, which he squeezed passionately. It felt as if we were enacting the most erotic pose from The Kamasutra, though both of us were still fully dressed.
"Sir, I feel like my legs will give up... I cannot stand anymore", I moaned, looking down at Mr. Agarwal who was busy kissing my aroused manhood and squeezing my buttocks. Mr. Agarwal looked at me and got up. Before I could ask him, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his table. This surprised me to no extent. That a man of his age could easily sweep me off my feet and carry me like a baby was beyond my imagination. He brought me to his mahogany desk and placed me on it like a gentleman. I blushed at this sudden act, but managed a smile. He kissed me on my cheek and looked at me longingly. I knew that this was going to be the longest and memorable night for both of us. Mr. Agarwal then pulled a chair closer to the table and sat on it facing me.
"I am so sorry that I made you stand for so long, baby", his voice now sounded even huskier than before but there was a sense of concern in it. I nodded with a puppy-like look and bit my lips, trying now to tease him sexily. "Well, let papa take care of it then." I wondered what he was about to do. He looked down at my legs and caressed them. He then began to reach my foot with his hands. Now, this was really awkward. What was he doing? He took my right foot in his hands and started to take my shoe off. The next moment it had fallen on the floor and Mr. Agarwal was taking off my sock. He let go of it and did the same with my left foot. I was sitting on the desk, barefoot while he was on the chair in front of me. "Oh, dear lord! Look at these poor feet. Isn't it a crime to make these pretty pair suffer?" He was sounding dramatic, caressing my feet. My dainty feet looked even smaller compared to his big, hairy hands. He caressed my feet longingly as if massaging them and it felt wonderful.
His hands felt amazing on my feet as he massaged my soles and then pressing my toes gently but firmly. He looked at me as he continued treating my feet to a spa-like experience. I enjoyed the feeling and I closed my eyes, moaning and surrendering to his actions. "Lie back on the table, baby. You will feel better" he said, without letting go of my feet. I heeded to his words and laid back on the large mahogany table as he continued to massage my feet. "Where have you been hiding your feet all these years? That's not fair. You have such beautiful feet, very feminine. I wonder how your toes look with some polish. Pink suits you best" his words continued to make me blush. I kept enjoying the massage with my eyes closed.
