18 comments/ 80736 views/ 54 favorites Under the Mistle-Toe By: lovecraft68 Authors note: Welcome to my winter contest story! Before you read on, a couple of disclaimers. For those familiar with my work, this story is very different for me, no BDSM or family affairs, just some good clean foot play. Now on that note, don't let the fetish aspects put you off, there is some good old fashioned fucking going on here as well. My second disclaimer is that for those unfamiliar with me, I take my time and try to build things up, if you're looking for a good quick stroke story this may not be for you. And now if you'll indulge me I would like to dedicate this story to the woman who has the sexiest feet I have ever had the privilege of worshipping, my lovely wife Gina. Having said that, I hope you enjoy the story. Lovecraft68 * I walked down the corridor to my bedroom wondering what Sandra had in store for me. I had been sitting on the couch watching the news when she'd popped into the living room and told me to meet her in the bedroom in fifteen minutes. Lately things had not been going so well for us, and our sex life had been suffering because of it, so I certainly was not going to argue. Just the thought of her lying in the bed, and knowing I was going to get some, had me hard before I even turned the doorknob. When I entered the room I was not disappointed. There were candles lit and Sandra was lying on the bed, wearing just a pair of skimpy red panties. Her long black hair was fanned out around her, and her olive skin appeared to be glowing in the candle light. My eyes immediately focused on her large round tits with their gorgeous rose colored nipples. "I have an early Christmas present for you Jake." She whispered, beckoning me with her finger. "I can see that." I said, approaching the foot of the bed. "No, you can't." She smiled. "Well you can't see the best part yet." "There's more?" I asked, as I stripped my shirt off. "Hmm-mmm" She purred as she stretched on the bed. Her tits pushed out even further and I started to crawl up onto the bed eager to suck on them. "Hey," Sandra said. "Hold on, don't you want your gift?" "I'm trying to get it." I laughed. "It's right there under the sheet, Jake." She pointing at the bottom of the bed. "Go ahead and unwrap it." I looked down to see that her legs from the knees down were still covered with the sheet. What could be under... Yes! I thought and could feel my cock stiffen even more. My excitement must have shown on my face, as Sandra smiled and nodded. "That's right honey, I promised you I would let you, so go ahead, they're all yours." Feeling like an excited kid, I yanked the sheet back. "Oh goddamn," I whispered. Sandra was wearing a pair of black stiletto heels that had a series of straps crisscrossing across the top of her feet. The straps wound around her ankle and all the way up to her knees. Sandra's toes were painted a bright pink and she was wearing silver rings on her toes. As I stood there all but drooling, she raised her leg and put the heel of her foot against my chest. "Well?" She asked smiling. "What are you waiting for honey? Show me how much you like your gift." Grabbing her ankle, I lifted her foot to my face, and eagerly slipped my tongue out between her toes. "Ooooh" Sandra moaned. "Oh, Jake that does feel nice!" I swirled my tongue around between her toes, then started sliding it between the others, before taking her big toe into my mouth and sucking on it. The entire time I was enjoying her toes Sandra was cooing and purring. My cock was hard as a rock and I was only just beginning! Oh, how I was going to take my time! Reaching up, I unwound the strap from her leg, and slipping the shoe off began to kiss and lick the side of her foot. "Oh, honey!" She exclaimed. "You were right! This is so nice; I'm going to let you do this every night!" As excited as that made me, it was nothing compared to her next words. "Take your cock out and rub it on my foot Jake." Placing her foot on my shoulder, I all but ripped my pants down. My cock sprang free and to my delight Sandra immediately took her foot and started rubbing the heel of the shoe along my cock. Grabbing her ankle I brought her foot to my lips and sucked her toes into my mouth while I watched her shoe slide along my cock. Pulling her foot away, Sandra bent her leg, and unlacing the shoe slipped that one off as well. She pulled her foot from my mouth, and lowering it to the bed placed it alongside the other one. "Now go ahead and fuck my feet Jake." She said wiggling her toes at me. "Go ahead and blow a nice big load all over them!" Reaching down I grabbed her ankles, lifted her legs and slid my cock between her... The sound of the phone ringing near my head caused me to jerk awake so violently I felt myself falling backwards. I grabbed the edge of the desk to stop myself, then slumped back into it, my heart pounding. The phone rang again, and cursing I reached for it. When I brought it to my ear all I heard was a dial tone. "Fuck," I muttered, slamming it down. I put my elbows on the desk and resting my chin in my hands, tried to blink the sleep from my eyes. Between my legs, my cock was telling me that it had been rudely interrupted as well, and I shifted in my seat, taking some of the pressure off of aching flesh. I sighed and glancing at the caller ID on the phone saw that it had been Sandra that had called. Probably wanting to know when I was going to drop off my set of the keys to her car. I shook my head found myself grinning humorlessly. I'd always heard the expression that someone could fuck up a wet dream, and Sandra could even somehow manage to do that. She couldn't even let me have her feet in my dream. Oh well, at least I'd gotten a little nap in. I hadn't slept worth a damn in the last few days. I stared at the computer on my desk and tried to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me, but it was a losing battle. Besides the fact I was exhausted, it was also two days before Christmas, and the company was going to be closed for the next week which meant I'd been scrambling to get all the yearend numbers done. Between that and my recent bad news, my mind was fried and I could barely see the numbers on the computer in front of me. Outside my office I could hear Sheila laughing and chatting away with several of the other employees. The entire day had been like that, people laughing; bullshitting and getting little, if any work done. Not that they would get in any trouble, with both the President and vice president away, I was in charge and wasn't about to ruin anyone's holiday cheer. It was like this every year. Well this year was a bit different. Any other year I would be out there goofing off with them. I'd blast the Christmas Carols, clown around, and then head off with the others to Billy's Tavern for the company's annual 'unofficial' Christmas party. I usually took a cab to work, because I would inevitably get as shit faced as everyone else. Unlike the formal and ultimately stiff 'real' company party, we had a blast at Billy's. The bar had a dance floor and once everyone had a few we'd all get out there. At some point a couple of the girls would bring out the mistletoe, and despite the fact that I was seeing someone I would still sneak a couple of harmless kisses from a few of the office cuties. Well mostly harmless kisses. Admittedly the one I shared with Charlotte last year seemed to have more behind it then it should have. Just like the one the year before did. The difference last year was that I was smart enough not to bring Sandra. Sandra was jealous of Charlotte under normal circumstances, claiming we were a little 'too close'. So seeing her kiss me a couple of years ago had not gone over well. In fact even though I went alone last year, I still heard about it. Sandra knew I had gone and had asked me how many times I kissed my 'precious little Charlie' as she called her. Hindsight being twenty twenty, I would have been better off bringing her. At least that way she could have seen that I only kissed her once. Then again, if Sandra had been there, I would not have enjoyed several dances with Charlotte. On the plus side I sure as hell wouldn't have to worry about Sandra this year. The down side was that was because three nights ago she had taken me out to dinner to tell me she was leaving me. This had come as a surprise. Granted things had seemed a bit stale between us for the last several months, especially in bed, but I hadn't thought things were that bad. In fact a couple of weeks ago we had talked about going away for the week of Christmas and spending some time rekindling the old flame. Apparently Sandra had found someone else to light her fire. The day after she broke up with me, I'd found myself to upset to work and left early. Sandra had mentioned that she would be moving her stuff so I wasn't too surprised to see her in the parlor amongst a pile of boxes. What was surprising was the tall blond guy who just happened to be kissing her when I walked in. The guy had immediately stepped away from her and started stuttering something. Gathering what little dignity I had left, I told him, "Hey screw it, it takes two, and she's your problem now." Sandra asked him to leave us alone for a minute. After nodding nervously he grabbed a large box from the floor and walked past me, cringing as if he expected to get hit. Sandra started trying to say that the guy was an old friend and was comforting her while helping her move. I rolled my eyes and told her that now I knew why she never seemed to be in the mood anymore. Not wanting to give her the benefit of seeing how hurt I was I told her I was going to go to the bar for awhile and leave her keys on the table. Self righteous to the end, Sarah shook her head at me and said, "Yeah go ahead Jake, tell me you haven't been fucking Charlie." I started to tell her to cut the shit, but smirking she added, "Bet she lets you play with her feet doesn't she?" Shaking her head she walked past me muttering, "At least George isn't a pervert." The sound of Sheila's voice over the intercom startled me out of my thoughts. "Mr. Williams?" "Yes, Sheila?" "Fed ex just dropped something off for you, would you like me to bring it in?" That was odd, I wasn't expecting anything. In fact things had been slow around the office in general due to the holidays. "Yeah sure, bring it on in." I told her. Maybe my brother Joe from Colorado had sent me something here instead of my condo. The door opened and Sheila came in carrying a small box. As she walked over to my desk I took a moment to check her out. Sheila was young, around twenty five, with long blonde hair, that for the holiday had a red ribbon tied into it. She was a little on the curvy side, with a set of tits that always appeared to be ready to fall out of whatever low cut blouse she was wearing. My eyes skimmed over those breasts, lingering just long enough to get a glimpse of the red lace bra she was wearing. As always however, my eyes worked their way south, going past the flare of her hips and making their way down her thick, but shapely legs. Still moving downwards, my gaze reached their final destination, and my favorite part of the female anatomy; her feet. For someone with as heavy of a foot fetish as I have, winter is a disappointing time of year. During the summer everywhere I looked there were exposed feet encased in sexy sandals and adorned with bright nail polish, anklets and my one of my personal favorites, toe rings. Winter however, meant sensible shoes and boots. Although there was something to be said for a sexy pair of knee high boots, such as the ones Sheila was wearing right now, nothing topped the site of bare, or close to bare feet. That was the advantage of a foot fetish; I could quite casually stare at a woman's feet for as long as I wanted without attracting any undue attention. Most guys would get caught staring at a woman's tits or her ass, but I was able to get away with indulging my fantasies unobserved. By the same token, that was what made a foot fetish so frustrating. You could see what you so desperately wanted. It was one thing to look at tits through a shirt because you could only see so much, same with checking out a nice ass. But feet, they were right out in the open, leaving me as much time as I wanted to envision sucking and licking those pretty little toes, or better yet, sliding my hard cock between a pair of soft pedicured feet. I couldn't count the times that after staring long enough I would have to cross my legs or change positions so the swelling of my cock wouldn't be so obvious. I suppose it wouldn't be so frustrating if I could indulge my fetish, but since I had stumbled upon my desire for feet, I had yet to explore those fantasies. I hadn't discovered this desire until a couple of years ago and it had been by accident. I had been home one night watching some porn on the computer; it was a typical video of a hot young thing fucking some lucky guy. In the middle of it, he dropped to his knees and began sucking on her toes. I hadn't seen this before, but within seconds my cock was standing at full attention. I normally watched porn and then would masturbate later in bed, but after a couple of minutes of watching this, I unzipped and released my throbbing prick right at the computer. The video got better. After sucking and licking her feet, the guy sat back and wrapping her feet around his huge dick, she started pumping them, jerking him off. I stared fixated at her bright pink toe nails and soft slick flesh as they slid along the length of his cock. The guy started gasping, grabbed her ankles and started thrusting his cock between her feet, fucking them. I was pounding my cock furiously and as he blew his huge load all over her perfect little feet, my own cum spurted out harder than I could ever remember. After the video ended and I had cleaned up the mess I had made all over myself, I immediately typed foot jobs into the sites search box and spent the next several hours glued to the computer. I came twice more and still went to bed horny. I wasn't seeing anyone at the time and with my only release being self pleasure, I found I couldn't wait to get home and watch more of these amazing videos. Matter of fact, it got so bad a couple of times I didn't wait until I got home. Telling Sheila I was not to be disturbed and locking my door, I would watch a few minutes of a video and cum right at my desk. Speaking of Shelia, I looked up to see her put the package on my desk. I went to reach for it, but stopped as she leaned over, giving me a good look down her dress. "We really missed you out there today Mr. Williams" she said, looking down at me. "Yeah, well I needed to get some things done and," I shrugged, knowing full well the entire office had heard that Sandra had dumped me mainly thanks to her dropping my keys off to Sheila. "Well you know..." I trailed off too disgusted to try to make anything up. "Well I hope you're going to come with us to Billy's." "We'll see." "Oh come on!" Sheila exclaimed. "You have to come! It won't be the same without you." I sighed. "I don't know Sheila, maybe I'll stop by." "Trust me, a few drinks and a good time is exactly what you need." Sheila gave me a huge smile, and deliberately I'm sure, leaned further over the desk affording me an even better view of her ample chest. "And I bet you'll have a great time." I bit back the question of whether or not she would be willing to be said good time. I wouldn't necessarily say that Sheila was the office slut, but she had been known to spread her share of cheer, and not just around the holidays. I admit that in the four years she had worked for me I had been tempted, after all she was ten years younger than me, pretty, and gave me the impression she would be more than happy to let me suck on her toes and anything else I wanted. Unlike some of my less discriminating co-workers however, I made it a point not to shit where I ate. Hell if I was going to screw around with someone at work then me and Charlotte would have... I stopped that train of thought. It was a frustrating enough time for me I didn't need to add to it. "So what do you say?" Sheila asked, reminding me that she was still there expecting an answer. "I'm sure I would, but..." "There's going to be some people from some of the other offices in the building there too." She pressed. "I'm sure a good looking guy like you could, you know," She winked. "Make a new friend." I rolled my eyes at her, but did feel good about what she'd said. It made me feel better to think she wasn't so much hitting on me as much as she just wanted to see me have some fun. It didn't hurt to hear her refer to me as good-looking either, even though it was just ego stroke. "Look Sheila, I appreciate you worrying about me, but I'll be okay." She frowned, and with a resigned sigh, nodded. "Okay, well we'll miss you." As she spoke she came around to my side of the desk. "Merry Christmas Mr. Williams" Leaning over she gave me a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. As I hugged her back I could feel the pressure of her large tits against my chest. They felt damn good and served to remind me that I hadn't gotten laid in over a month. Sheila pulled away, and after walking back around the desk said, "Hope you change your mind." "Doubt it, but thank you anyway." I told her. Watching her walk towards the door I noticed the knee high black boots she was wearing were laced up the back. I felt my cock twitch at the thought of unlacing them, then sliding them off to expose Sheila's slightly pudgy, but adorable little toes. Jake, you are sick. Most guys watching her walk away would be thinking about her big tits and well rounded ass, and here I was getting hard thinking about sliding my tongue between her toes. As Sheila reached the door, I had the insane urge to call her back. The office was closing, I could ask her to stay with me, have a couple of drinks from the small bar in my office and then.... What? Ask her if I could suck on her feet? Odds are she'd say yes, and what would be so bad about it? I was willing to wager she would be more fun than Sandra, but then again my right hand been more fun than her the last couple of months. I watched Sheila close the door behind her, and nodded, agreeing with myself that not getting involved with someone at work was the right decision. Besides Sheila and I had nothing in common. Those thoughts were based on my being upset and more than a little horny. Looking to get my mind off of sex, I reached out and picked up the package on my desk. It was from Amazon and I frowned, trying to remember what I had bought. Using a letter opener to cut it open I looked inside to find a red shoebox. The box contained one of Sandra's Christmas presents. When I had ordered the shoes a month ago, I had been very excited seeing they were as much a gift for me as they were for her. I stared at the box, telling myself to put it down; opening it would only make things worse. I sat there tapping it, then with a resigned sigh, lifted the lid and removed one of the shoes. "Oh Goddamn." I whispered. I was holding a red sandal with a four-inch heel. There were three straps on each side that attached to a series of silver loops that ran up the middle of the shoe. The straps consisted of red ribbon that was long enough to be able to wrap around the leg to just below the knee, where in the catalog it had been tied in a bow. I stared at the shoe and shook my head. This was salt in the wounds, no doubt about it. Sandra had been the first woman I'd gotten serious with after I had discovered my fetish, but to my chagrin had no interest in letting me explore it. She thought it was childish and more than a little weird. It was quite frustrating that she felt that way because Sandra had absolutely perfect feet. She went for weekly pedicures, always had her toes painted, and in the summer usually wore silver rings on the middle toe of each foot. Under the Mistle-Toe I would try every so often to get her to let me play, but the most she would let me do is give her a foot rub. Of course she would allow that because she enjoyed it. Not that I didn't as well, but that was the problem, I enjoyed it too much. I would rub her feet for long periods of time while watching tv, and end up hard as a rock. Sandra would even tease a bit, pushing her foot into my crotch and occasionally rubbing it along the length of my hard on. Whenever I would try to get her to let me take it out and rub it on her foot she would roll her eyes. One night I had been especially frustrated, not understanding what the big deal was, and had told her she should let me do it simply because I would enjoy it. Sandra had sighed and said, "For Christ's sake Jake, I suck your cock and let you fuck me in any position you want, but I'm a lousy lay because you can't suck my toes?" She'd snorted disgustedly. "Grow up will you?" I'd let it drop after that, and settled for enjoying her feet in subtle ways that she hadn't caught onto. There were times I would stay in the missionary position, because Sandra had a habit of placing her feet on the backs of my calves while I was between her legs. I would be fucking her and the entire time concentrating on the soft soles of her feet resting on my leg. Another cheap thrill was when I would go down on her and she would place her feet on my shoulders. That was one of the times I would catch myself wondering if my fetish was entirely healthy. There I was licking Sandra's smooth and very pretty pussy, and my eyes would be wandering to her toes next to my face and wishing my tongue was between them rather than her lips. In the end I chalked it up to just never getting the chance to satisfy the craving so to speak. So I just went along and held onto the faint hope that she would come around someday. There were worse things in life I suppose, although she wasn't into the 'foot thing' as she called it, Sandra was more than happy to have sex whenever I wanted it, and enjoyed sucking me off. Well in the first year anyway, after awhile that started to change. The last few months we had been having less and less sex. The answer to why, I had discovered standing in my apartment the other day. However, a month ago, not suspecting there was another man, I sat Sandra down and we talked about our lack of intimacy. She agreed that we had been growing distant and suggested a weekend away during the week of Christmas to have some fun. To my delight Sandra told me that to try to make our recent lack of sex up to me she would let me indulge my fetish. I asked if she were sure, and she nodded , telling me I could do anything I wanted to them, at least for a night. She even added that if she liked it maybe she would let me do it again sometime. I was beside myself and spent three hours that night searching for the perfect shoes. When I first ordered them they were out of stock and I had been crossing my fingers they would show up. Now I wished they hadn't. Looking up at my door to make sure Sheila had closed it all the way, I couldn't resist raising the shoe to my face. Feeling like a perv, but unable to help myself, I sniffed it. Right now it only smelled like leather, but I imagined that unique scent of a woman's stocking foot emanating from the shoe. I knew all I was doing was torturing myself, but couldn't stop my mind from picturing Sandra's pretty little size five foot in the shoe. I was going to ask her to have her nails done in a deep purple, it wouldn't match the red, but was my favorite. She would be wearing those hot little silver toe rings, and the first thing I would do was slowly lick the tip of each of those perfect toes. Turning the shoe, I slowly rubbed it along the side of my face, again imagining the feeling of both the leather and Sandra's soft flesh against my cheek. My cock began to stiffen as my fantasy continued. Taking the ribbon between my fingers, I envisioned untying the bow. I would slowly unwind it from her shapely calf, while my lips and tongue continued their adoration of her toes. My breathing picked up as I imagined Sandra moaning in pleasure as she realized how much she enjoyed the sensation of having her feet properly worshipped. My cock was now throbbing painfully between my legs, and dropping my hand into my lap I started rubbing it through my dockers. When the ribbon was untied I would slip the shoe off, lift her foot, and rub the soft sole along my face, again inhaling the wonderful scent of leather and flesh. Past the point of caring how sick it seemed, I flicked my tongue out and licked the top of shoe wishing it were the bottom of Sandra's foot. I stopped stroking my aching cock, and unbuttoning my pants, began to unzip them, fully intending on jacking off all over the shoe. A knock on the door startled me, causing me to drop the shoe and hurriedly button my pants. Grabbing the shoe and putting it back in the box I called out "Come in." I sounded slightly out of breath, and as my door began to open was aware that I was still hard. Looking up I saw Charlotte enter my office. Knowing that there was no chance of my hard on going away with her in the room, I quickly slid up to my desk in case, as was her habit, she wandered over and sat on the edge of it. "Hey Charlotte," I said, hoping my voice sounded normal. "Don't hey Charlotte me, Jake" She replied as she walked over to my desk. "Is what Sheila said true? You're not coming to the party?" "I'm not sure," I said looking away." I have a lot to do before we shut down and..." "Try looking at me, when you say that." With a sigh I looked back at her, forcing myself to meet her gaze. Charlotte had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen, they were not just green, but emerald green, reminding me of cat's eyes. Right now those eyes were staring directly into mine and unable to hold her gaze, I let my eyes wander over the rest of her. It was a pleasant journey; putting it simply Charlotte was gorgeous. Those amazing eyes went along with auburn red hair, and the kind of fair complexion I'd always been partial to. Her features were perfect, but an adorable patch of freckles around her nose and eyes gave her a girl next door type appearance.Below that patch of freckles were a set of full lips that as enticing as they appeared, could also be pushed into a little girl pout that never failed to get her whatever she wanted from me. "Well?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. I shrugged as I let my eyes wander below her face. Charlotte was wearing a green blouse which had the first two buttons undone. That was a bit unusual for her, as she normally dressed very proper, but it was pretty much the most casual day of the year. The shirt was open enough to see just a hint of a black bra that accentuated her ivory skin. The bra matched the knee length black skirt she was wearing, and as always, finishing my inspection at her fee,t I saw she was wearing a pair of black pumps with silver buckles. "You going to answer me Jake?" While speaking Charlotte walked around to the side of my desk, and as I'd hoped she wouldn't, sat on the edge of it. She immediately crossed her legs and as she always did, let her shoe dangle from her foot. She was wearing black tights that were sheer enough to show the bottom of her foot. "Look Charlotte," I began, tearing my gaze from her foot as I spoke. "You know why I'm not going tonight. I'm just not in the..." "First off," Charlotte interrupted, "Enough of this Charlotte shit." "What are you talking about?" "Oh please, you'd been calling me Charlie for years until you started dating that stuck up little bitch. Then all of a sudden I'm Charlotte. Well, seeing she's done you a favor and left, how about you go back to Charlie?" "I thought you really didn't like it." I told her, "You yelled at Wes for calling you that at the last conference." "I don't like just anybody calling me that." With a wink she added. "I like you calling me Charlie though." "Okay Charlie." I said, with what I hoped sounded like a convincing sigh. Fact was I liked that I was the only guy at work who could call her that. Matter of fact that was just one of many things I liked about her. Charlie and I had been working together for five years and during the last three there had been more than a little tension. I was admittedly quite attracted to her, and she had made it more than a little obvious she shared that feeling. On one hand she was everything I could want; sweet, beautiful, intelligent, and she gave me the impression she would be a hell of a wild ride. The down side was she was also a good friend, and I had precious few of those. More importantly, she was a co-worker. Risking a friend and tension in the work place over a crush hardly seemed worth it to me, so I'd always kept my distance, or at least as much as I could. "That's better." She nodded, flashing me a big smile. "Now let's talk about you coming to the party and having some fun." Sensing movement, I looked down and saw she had started moving her leg back and forth, causing her shoe to do the same. I glanced up and saw her looking at me, her smile widening. "Like my stockings?" She asked. "Foot tease!" I said, but found myself laughing for the first time in days. Charlie had caught onto my fetish last summer when we had gone out to a bar to watch a sox game. We used to do that one night a week, but that changed when Sandra came along. That particular week she had been away on business and feeling a little guilty, but doing it anyway, I asked Charlie if she wanted to grab a drink. Charlie had been wearing a pair of turquoise sandals with matching nail polish. The entire night I had to keep fighting to keep my eyes off of her feet. I lost the battle when she decided to slide the sandals off and rest her bare feet on the rung of the chair. I couldn't stop staring, and found myself having the absurd desire to drop something on the floor and find a way to accidentally press my face against them. At that moment Charlie had called my name and I realized I really had been just sitting there staring. When I looked up at her Charlie smiled and said, "Hey Jake, I never knew you had a thing for feet." I was going to try to deny it, but could already feel myself blushing. I nodded sheepishly and shrugged. Charlie laughed and said not to worry about it, she wouldn't say anything. I couldn't help asking her if she had ever let a guy play with her feet. She'd said no, but with a smile that made my cock stir said she would be more than happy to let a guy start down there as long as his tongue eventually made its way up. She'd then asked if Sandra let me play with hers and I told her no. I'd had a few by that point and mentioned how frustrating it was. Charlie nodded and said that she had a fetish of her own, but it was something she only wanted to share with someone serious, not just casual partner.. When I'd asked what it was, she had winked and said that she would only answer that if we were on a real date. Since then Charlie had never passed up an opportunity to tease me with her feet. All summer she would walk into my office to show me her latest sandals, or ask what color I thought she should paint her nails next. One day I had referred to her as a foot tease. She laughed and it had been a running joke ever since. "Hey, I'm no tease Jake," Charlie said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "See, here you go." With a flick of her ankle she kicked off her shoe and raised her foot to my face. "Go ahead, blue eyes," She smiled. "Go for it." I stared transfixed by the sight of her foot inches from my face. I could see her deep red toe nail polish through the thin material of her stocking. My cock, which had never completely softened became hard in seconds. I swallowed; there it was, right in front of me, a chance to fulfill my fantasies, and not just involving her feet. No, there were reasons I had avoided this. Taking a deep breath I reached up, put my hand on the top of her foot, and ignoring the thrill the feeling of her stocking sent through me, pushed it down. "Stop screwing with me Charlie," I told her. "Really, I don't feel like being teased right now." Rolling her eyes, she sighed. "Pretty sure you got that backwards Jake. If anything you're teasing yourself." "We talked about this before," I reminded her, "We work together, and I don't want people..." "People would only know if..." "Is there something you wanted Charlie?" I cut her off, not wanting to go through this again. Nodding towards my computer, I continued "I really do have work to do." "I want you to come to the party Jake." She reached out, putting her hand on my shoulder as she spoke. "You and Sandra have been over for a long time now, she just made it official. So come on over to Billy's and put it behind you." She winked. "I'm sure a few drinks and some good company could make you forget all about her." "I know, Sheila pretty much said the same thing." "So come on over with us then. No one wants to see you here moping this close to Christmas." "Look Charlie, I know you mean well but..." "Goddamn!" She exclaimed, "Look at these things!" Reaching into the box Charlie removed one of the sandals. "Wow, these are fuck me shoes if I ever saw a pair." Looking from the shoe to me, she frowned. "Were these for Sandra?" I nodded. "Yeah, they were sort of a present for both of us." "Really?" "She was going to let me..." I trailed off. "Well anyway, just another parting shot I guess." "Well that's too bad." Charlie said putting the shoe back in the box. "Hell, looking at these things is getting me hot." You and me both I thought. "Anyway, "I began, "I appreciate everyone being concerned, but I would really rather be alone right now, okay?" Charlie turned her head away from me, her lips pursed in thought, trying to find another angle of attack most likely. She was wearing her hair up as she usually did at work, and I took a moment to admire the smooth ivory skin of her neck. Turning back to look at me, she sighed. "Okay Jake, if that's what you want." She reached out again, this time touching my cheek. "But promise me you'll call me if you want to talk or something okay?" "I promise." "And if you change your mind you know we'll be there for a few hours." "I'll keep it in mind." I told her, relieved that she appeared to be giving up. "Oh, but there is one thing you're not getting out of my boy." Grinning, she reached into her bra and pulled out a small piece of mistletoe. Holding it over her head she closed her eyes and pushed her perfect lips out at me. "Charlie, please..." "You don't have to beg Jake," she laughed "It's a tradition." "Yeah but..." "I'm not leaving until I get my Christmas kiss." She leaned down and placing her face inches from my own, again closed her eyes. "C'mon Jake, please?" With that she pushed her lips out into a pout. I couldn't resist that look, and leaning in gave her a quick peck on the lips. Or at least that is what I tried for. The second I started to pull my lips back, Charlie grabbed the back my head, pressing her lips hard against mine. I tried in vain to pull away, but she had wrapped her fingers into my thick black hair and was not letting go. Her soft lips lessened their pressure on mine and started lightly sliding across them. I found myself kissing her back, at first softly, but then more firmly. Charlie sighed in her throat, the sound causing me to kiss her even harder. As if they had a mind of their own, my arms slid around her shoulders. I felt something soft and wet against my lips, and reflexively parted them, allowing Charlie's tongue to slip into my mouth. This time it was me who groaned as she leaned closer and I could feel her tits pressing against my chest. I was aware of my cock throbbing painfully between my legs, and imagined myself standing up, unzipping and fucking her right there at my desk. No, I couldn't give in just because I was alone and horny, we would regret it, I know we would. With an act of will, I pulled my lips from hers and not risking my voice, shook my head at her. Charlie stared at me, an obvious look of disappointment on her face. She didn't speak, and it occurred to me that like me, she was a bit out of breath. Taking advantage of her not starting in on me I said simply. "Charlie I can't I..." "Why the hell not?" She asked. "And don't give me that work shit again Jake! That only applies to kiss and tell kids like Sheila! We can..." "It's more than that," Even as I began I wondered why the hell I was fighting off an attractive woman. "It's too soon Charlie." I put my hands out. "I know you didn't like Sandra, and yes thing were far from perfect, but she just left me and I need some time." "It's not like we're strangers Jake." She said, but more calmly. "And I'm not worried about the rebound thing in case..." Seeing a way to get her to stop I cut her off, "I'll tell you what, I've been thinking of us here and there." No lie there anyway. "But it's too soon. Look, how about after the holidays we go out for dinner and talk about it?" "Really?" she asked, her green eyes wide with excitement. "You mean it?" Really? That was a good question, did I mean it? Maybe I would give some thought to holding on to my ideals over what could be a really good thing with Charlie. For now though, what mattered is she seemed content to leave it at that. "Well in that case I guess I'll let it go with just saying that, that was even better than last year's kiss." She said. As she spoke she slid off the desk, and picking up her shoe, slipped it back on. "Really though Jake, I wish you would come over tonight, and not just for me. I think it would be good for you." "I'll think about it, but don't take it personally if I don't. I really do just need some time alone." Charlie nodded as she buckled the shoe. As she did I took a good look at her foot then looked at the shoes in the box. "Hey Charlie, are you a size five by any chance?" "Wow, you do have an eye for feet." She laughed. Putting the lid on the box, I handed it to her. "Well, here you go, Merry Christmas." Taking the box Charlie looked at it, then back up at me. "You sure? I mean you could return them." "Nah, you take them." I told her. "Yeah, but I didn't get you anything," she rolled her eyes. "Well I tried to give you something but you didn't want it." "Tell you what," I said, ignoring that last remark. "Wear them for me sometime. That will be my gift." "Okay," She smiled. "Maybe I'll wear them when we go to dinner." "I don't know, they're summer shoes." "Then maybe they'll be for after dinner." I didn't bite, and with a shrug Charlie leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Well you know where I'll be if you change your mind." "I'll keep it in mind." I watched as Charlie walked over to the door, and gave me a little wave before closing it behind her. I slumped down in my seat and winced as my hard cock bent painfully in my pants. Giving her a couple of minutes to leave the suite I picked up the phone and dialed the security desk. "Hey Bob, its Jake, has everyone left for the day?" "Yup," Bob answered. "Charlotte just left, and everyone else all but ran out before that." "Great, thanks Bob." Hanging up, I immediately picked up where I'd left off when Charlie walked in. Unbuttoning my slacks, I slid them down over my hips, along with my underwear. Grabbing my throbbing cock, I closed my eyes and started pumping it. I had over two dozen foot videos bookmarked on my PC, but needed only my imagination for this one. I envisioned Charlie's stocking foot back in my face again. Except this time I did what most guys would have done and taken advantage of it. In my mind, I took hold of her ankle, brought her foot to my lips and sucked her toes into my mouth. Under the Mistle-Toe I groaned and started pumping my cock faster as I imagined the taste of the stocking in my mouth. Charlie would pull her foot away and drop it into my lap. I'd pull my cock out and she would wrap her black clad feet around it. I would grab her ankles and start thrusting my cock between them, fucking them. I could already feel the cum beginning to build up within me, as I pictured her red toenails through the fabric and my cock pinned between her sexy little feet. Even as I felt myself getting closer to cumming a part of my mind wondered what was wrong with me. Thirty five years old and jerking off like a teenager. To make it worse, I could have had exactly what I was fantasizing about. All thoughts left my mind as I felt the cum racing up through my cock. I opened my eyes to watch it explode from the swollen head of my dick. I moaned as a huge spurt shot out and I imagined what it would look like on those black stockings. I continued to pump my cock until it had no more left to give, then slumped back in my chair panting. After a couple of minutes, I sat up and grabbing a box of tissues from desk, disgustedly cleaned up the mess I'd made. Getting up, I went into the bathroom and after washing my hands, splashed some cold water on my face, then returned to my desk. It was after five thirty and I thought about heading home. Then again, what was waiting for me there? Half empty rooms and a cold bed. I sat down and figuring that I had calmed myself down and might be able to get some work done, brought the spreadsheet back up on the computer. Before I got to work I glanced out my office window where I could see the packed parking lot of Billy's. "Merry Christmas to me." I muttered, before turning back to the computer and losing myself in the exciting world of the yearend sales figures. ***** I looked up from the computer, and rubbed at my eyes. Looking at my cell phone on my desk, I saw it was seven thirty. I really had gotten caught up in work. I hit save and was ready to shut the computer down, when a knock at my door caused me to jump. I looked up to see it open and Charlie walk in and close it behind her. I started to say something, but stopped when I saw her thumb the lock on the door. Charlie was wearing her long leather jacket, and as she turned away from the door and started walking towards me, she undid the belt and let it drop to the floor. "Oh, fuck me." I whispered. Under the jacket Charlie was wearing an extremely tight red dress that barely went down to her mid thigh. The dress had spaghetti straps and was low cut enough to show quite a bit of cleavage. Her long auburn hair was down and even from a distance I could see her face was flushed and her eyes bright, she had obviously been drinking. "Hey blue eyes." She said softly as she made her way over to the desk. "Charlie, what are you...oh damn." As always my eyes had dropped down and I saw she was wearing the shoes I had given her. I felt my heart begin to beat faster at the sight of her red tipped toes and ivory foot encased in the deep red sandal. The ribbon was wound around her legs and I could already feel myself begin to stiffen. Oh, this was not fair. "I came to give you your present Jake." Charlie said as she came around my desk. Instead of sitting on the edge of it, she walked up to me and with a sudden shove sent me rolling backwards a couple of feet. "Charlie," I began, stopping the chair with my feet. "Are you drunk?" "Drunk?" She repeated as she sat dead center in the middle of my desk. "Nope, but I am relaxed enough to have decided that I'm going to give us both a present." Leaning over, she caught the arms of the chair and pulled me back to the desk. I was too stunned to stop myself from being pulled forward, and when she stopped, I was directly in front of her. Putting her feet on my thighs, she whispered "So how do they look Jake?" "I..." I stared down at her feet and had to resist the urge to lick my lips. "Ummm, they look great but..." Charlie silenced me by putting her finger to my lips. "Jake, I think you should un-wrap the ribbon on this one." She tapped her left leg. "I think you'll like what you find." I looked at her hand resting on her ivory thigh and noticed the skirt had ridden up even higher. Her legs were closed, but I had no doubt if she opened them I would get quite a show. Speaking of shows, my gaze dropped to my own thighs to stare at her sandal clad feet resting there. "Well?" She asked. "Aren't you going to untie me?" When I still remained frozen she shrugged. "Okay, I'll get it started." Reaching down she pulled one end of the ribbon behind her knee and unwound it a couple of times, before handing me the end of the ribbon. "Take it Jake," She gave me the pout. "I'll be upset if you don't." She batted her eyes at me. "You don't want to upset me on Christmas do you blue eyes?" Knowing it would be the end of me, but unable to help it, I reached out and took the ribbon from her. Charlie raised her leg and straightened it, allowing me to wind the ribbon around her leg. I carefully kept my eyes on her leg, resisting the urge to glance up her skirt. I had un-wrapped the ribbon down to her ankle when seeing something under it, I stopped and stared; Under the ribbon she was wearing a silver anklet. Dangling from it was a piece of mistletoe. With a giggle that caused my rising cock to reach full attention, Charlie moved her leg and shoved her foot in my face. Wiggling her toes, she laughed again. "They're under the mistletoe baby, gotta give them a kiss!" "Oh goddamn," I whispered. I looked up to see her staring at me, her lips were parted and her breathing was slow and heavy. "Go ahead Jake, suck on them" I couldn't resist any longer, just like in my fantasy, I grabbed her ankle, brought her toes to my lips, and after a brief hesitation flicked my tongue across the tip of her big toe. My cock twitched in my pants and with a low moan I shoved my tongue between two of her toes. I swirled it around catching the side of each toe, before sliding over and tonguing the next two. Going back to her big toe, I slipped my tongue under it and with my heart pounding and cock throbbing, sucked it into my mouth. "Ohhh" Charlie cooed, "That does feel nice." She giggled again. "Looks damn hot too!" I could smell her raspberry scented skin crème and the mixed taste of her skin and the leather of the shoe was as incredible as I imagined it would be. Beyond worrying about what might happen after this for us, I removed her big toe from my mouth and went to the next one. Charlie cooed, and giggled as I worked each of her toes into my mouth. I finished her little toe off, and started to kiss the top of her foot, when she pulled it away, and pushed the other at me. "This one's jealous." I eagerly went to work on that one as well, kissing, licking and sucking on all of her perfect little toes. As I worked my tongue around the side of her foot, Charlie reached down, un-wrapped the ribbon from her right leg and kicked the shoe off. Lifting her foot, she placed the bottom of it against my cheek as I worked my lips around the soft skin of the top of the foot I was holding in my hand. I moaned at the feeling of her amazingly soft foot against my skin and again as she started sliding it along my face. Grabbing her ankle I turned my face, and not caring how sick it may appear, licked the bottom of her foot from heel to toe. Charlie moaned as I did it, and I thought my cock was going to burst out of my pants, at the sound. She was really getting into it! I worked my way back down her foot, slowly working my tongue across her soft flesh. I could hear her breathing heavier and with great delight, I noticed she was pushing her foot into my tongue. Sensing movement out of the corner of my eye I saw that she had bent her leg and was quickly untying the other shoe. This time my eyes did work their way up her leg, all the way to the creamy white flesh of her upper thigh. My view was blocked, but pleasantly so, by her pushing her other foot into my face. I licked that one the way I had the first, forcing myself to go slowly and enjoy every inch of her foot. Charlie dropped her foot down and pushed it against my chest. "Take your shirt off." I hesitated briefly and she made a disappointed noise in her throat. "Awww, you going to play shy?" she asked "Well tell you what," She slid her thumbs under the thin straps of the dress, "Show me yours and I'll show you mine." When I simply stared like an idiot she shrugged, 'Unless of course my feet are all you really wanna see." As she spoke, she worked the straps down over her smooth white shoulders. I had been so caught up in her feet, I hadn't realized she wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see her nipples poking through the dress. For Christ's sake snap out of it! Grabbing my shirt, I quickly pulled it over my head and tossed it to the side. I looked at her expectantly and she laughed. "Ask!" "What?" "Ask me!" She smiled, lowering the dress enough to show more of the top of her tits. "Santa can't give you a present if you don't ask for one!" I found I was smiling back at her, what the hell had I been holding back for? "Can I see..." "Say my name Jake." "Charlie," I said softly, "May I please see your beautiful tits?" "Oh what a good boy you are!" she exclaimed delightedly. With no hesitation she yanked the dress down, causing her tits to pop out. I let out long sigh as I took in her tits. They were a little on the smaller side, but round, firm, and had the lightest pink nipples I'd seen. Right now those nipples were as hard as my cock, each one seemed to point upwards just a bit, and I could feel my mouth begin to water, envisioning sucking on them the way I had her toes. "Oh, they are beautiful." I whispered. "Why thank you," She grinned, cupping them in her hands. "Glad you like them, not like I can take them back!" Her long red nails looked incredible on her milky white tits, and sitting up, I leaned forward, eager to replace her hands with my own. I was stopped by her putting her feet on my chest. "Not so fast baby," She purred. "I haven't given you your present yet!" "But, I want..." "If I remember right you were expecting a foot job for Christmas, and I would hate to see you not get what you want." A foot job. Just hearing the words gave me a thrill. "See Jake, you gave me the shoes, now I'll give you a gift." She giggled, "And if you like it maybe you'll give me another gift! We can spend the entire night exchanging gifts, but first things first." She had pushed me back in the chair and despite the fact that her perfect tits were exposed I found myself staring at her red toe nails pressing into my chest. I let myself relax and watched as she started slowly sliding her feet from my chest, down to my stomach and back again. I couldn't believe how soft they were, or how hard I was. "There you go baby," Charlie cooed, "You just sit back and let me give you what you asked for, after all, tis the season right?" My reply turned into a startled yelp as Charlie managed to catch my nipples between her toes and squeeze them. She laughed and dropping her feet into my lap started rubbing them along my aching cock. I moaned as they pressed against it and she playfully wiggled her toes. "Well aren't you going to take it out for me? Wouldn't my sexy feet look much better wrapped around that nice hard dick of yours?" Hearing her talk like that removed the last of my inhibitions. Reaching down, I hurriedly unzipped my pants. While I was fighting my zipper with trembling hands, Charlie lifted her leg and shoved her toes back in my mouth. I groaned around them, and finally getting my zipper down, lifted my hips off of the chair and shoved my pants and under wear down. My cock sprang free and I moaned around her toes as she immediately placed her other foot on top of it and pinned it to my thigh. "Oh look at that," she whispered, moving her foot and causing my throbbing dick to stand at attention between my legs. "You are ready for your gift aren't you?" My eyes were torn between her perky tits hanging out over her dress, and her equally perfect feet around in my lap. Inevitably the fetish won and I looked down, heart racing as she began sliding her foot along the length of my cock. As it good as it looked it felt even better, and I had to resist the urge to buck my hips against her. "Hmmm, nice and hard." Charlie purred. "Let me get a little more comfortable and we'll really get started" Without looking behind her, she reached back and with a sweep of her arm cleared my desk of everything but the computer. Paperwork went flying, and I heard the sound of breaking glass, probably from a picture frame, but couldn't care less. All my attention was focused on Charlie leaning back on her elbows and taking my cock between both of her feet. "Oh yes, "I breathed as I saw my cock nestled between her insteps. Charlie pushed her feet together and an embarrassingly loud moan escaped me, as she began sliding them up the length of my shaft. When her feet reached the top she wrapped her toes around the head of my cock and squeezed. I gasped at the sight of my pre cum squirting out of my cock and dripping down her toes. "Oh yeah baby," She said. "Let's get this cock nice and wet." She squeezed again, causing more sticky fluid to ooze from my dripping prick. I grabbed the sides of my chair as Charlie started sliding her feet around on my sensitive head. Wrapping her feet back around my cock she started lifting her legs up and down, rapidly sliding her feet up and down my now slick cock. I sat there moaning, no longer caring if I sounded like an excited teenager getting his first piece of ass, this was everything I had thought it would be. The sight of Charlie jerking me off with her glistening feet was getting to me almost as much as how fucking good it felt. Somewhere in the back of my mind I found myself grateful I had jerked off earlier or I'd have already gone off. That led to the thought that soon I would, I would blow a huge hot load of cum all over those feet and red toes and then watch it drip off of them. Then... then what? Oh, I was so going to suck on those tits and... All thoughts vanished and I let out another groan as Charlie slipped one foot from my cock, worked it under my balls and started wiggling her toes. "Oh that feels so fucking good!" I gasped. As she laughed and started sliding the top of her wet foot across my balls it occurred to me that she seemed a little too good at this. Charlie brought her foot back up to join the other in rubbing my cock. This time however she opened her legs, bent her ankles, and was now rubbing my cock along the soles of her feet. She stopped and started wiggling her toes along the swollen head of my cock. "Oh, fuck!" I panted. "You...you've done this before haven't you?" "Nah," Charlie said laughing. "I was just sitting in my office for the last hour watching foot job videos." She gave me that adorable giggle again. "Guess I'm a quick learner." "I'll say," I moaned. "Damn you're good." "Just think t how good I am at things I've done before!" She said. My reply was turned into another idiotic moan as she began moving her feet faster. She was pressing my cock harder between her feet as she worked them up and down, and I began to feel my legs start to shake.. "Hey baby, hope you don't mind if I have some fun too." I tore my eyes away from my foot sandwiched cock and stared as Charlie opened her legs, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. Like her feet and her tits, Charlie's pussy was nothing short of perfect. Her pussy was smooth, as pink as her nipples and even from where I was sitting I could see she was wet. Reaching down Charlie pulled the dress up over her hips, and as I looked on, mouth open like a fool, slipped her fingers down into her pussy. "Oh, I'm sooooo fucking wet." She purred as her red tipped fingers slid through the pink folds of her pussy. I swallowed hard, not trusting myself to speak. Instead I watched the show in front of me, and a hell of a show it was. Charlie was sliding two fingers up and down her pussy, stopping each time she reached the top to swirl them around her clit. Each time she did her hips lifted off the desk and she moaned softly. The next time her fingers slid down, I felt my already hard cock stiffen even more as she plunged them into her soaking wet pussy. "Yes, oh yes," Charlie moaned as she thrust her fingers in and out of her hot little box. Removing them she started rubbing her clit in circles. She shifted so she was sitting up straighter and taking her other hand started toying with her nipple. I was still moaning from her feet which she somehow was managing to keep working my cock while pleasuring herself, but right now I couldn't take my eyes off of her face. Charlie was sweating, her hair sticking to the sides of her face. Her normally ivory skin was flushed red from passion, her eyes were closed, and her full lips were parted as she breathed heavily. Beautiful, she was absolutely beautiful. "Hey baby," She panted. "Go on and grab my ankles, fuck the shit out of those little feet!" There was no way to refuse that request! I looked back down into my lap, groaning at the sight of my now soaking wet cock between her equally wet feet. Grabbing her ankles I pushed them together so my prick was tightly wedged between her feet. Unable to help it, I smiled as I started thrusting my hips off the chair, fucking her feet the way she'd told me to, the way I had dreamed about doing for the last two years. "Oh my god!" I moaned as I pumped my cock through her soft wet feet. I could feel the cum building in my balls and knew it wouldn't be much longer. Above me on the desk, Charlie moaned and whispered, "Go on Jake, cum for me baby!" She moaned again. "Cum with me!" I heard her breathing pick up and looked up to see her fingers wildly rubbing her clit. I started to look back down at her feet, but found I couldn't take my eyes from her pussy. What a waste it would be to be this close and watch her do it herself. To my own disbelief, I released her ankles, slid my hands up to her thighs, and spreading her legs, said, "Oh no, let me." "But I thought.... Oh fuck yeah!" Charlie cried out, as leaning forward I shoved my face between her legs and eagerly plunged my tongue into her dripping pussy. "Oh yes!" She moaned, as I began rapidly pumping my tongue in and out, using it to fuck her pretty pink pussy. Her moans were as loud as mine had been, and spurred me on to lick harder and faster. I felt her fingers slide through my hair and grab hold of it. Removing my tongue from inside I slowly licked my way through the soft wet folds of her flesh until I found her swollen button. Charlie yelped and thrust her hips into my face as I traced a slow teasing circle around her clit. Looking up, I saw she was watching me, and pulled my face back enough so that she could watch the tip of my tongue swirl around her pink nub. "Oh baby," She exclaimed. "Oh how good you look! Here how's this?" As she spoke she raised her legs and placed her feet on my shoulders as I continued to tease her hot wet flesh. I turned my head slightly and sighed at how good her wet foot looked on my shoulder. Turning my attention back to her pussy I sucked her clit into my mouth and wanted to smile at the delighted squeal she emitted. That squeal turned into a series of moans as I started sucking her clit in and out of my mouth. Each time I sucked it in, I flicked my tongue across it, causing her to thrust her pussy in to my face. Reaching up, my hands found her tits and I moaned around her clit as I fondled them. I gave them a good squeeze then finding her nipples, took them between my fingers and started rolling them between them. Under the Mistle-Toe "Jake," She groaned. "Oh honey, what the hell were you waiting for? Oh you... Oh, yes!" Taking a chance I gave her nipples a pinch as I sucked her clit harder and faster. Charlie cried out again, and lifted her hips off the desk. I could feel her thighs trembling against my face, and better yet could feel her toes curling into my shoulders. I released her clit from my mouth, and as I started swirling my tongue around it as hard as I could, pinched her nipples again. Charlie let out a sound that could best be described as a wail, arched her back and thrusting her hips into my face went off like a rocket. She screamed again, and locking her thighs around my head, started grinding her pussy wildly into my still swirling tongue. I continued to tease her nipples with my fingers, and lick and suck as best I could as she writhed and moaned on the desk. I'd never had a woman cum so loud or hard in my life. Jesus what the hell had I been waiting for? With a long shuddering moan, Charlie went completely limp. Her feet dropped from my shoulders, and I looked up to see she was lying back on the desk, her head barely on it. I smiled at the sight of her heaving tits as she gasped for breath. My hands were still on them and after giving them another squeeze I stood up, leaned over, and took her right nipple into my mouth. "Oh hell," She moaned. "I was supposed to be giving you a present." "Speaking of presents,' I said, and pushing forward, pressed my hard cock against her wet pussy. "Oh fuck yeah," Charlie reached down between us, and grabbing my cock, started sliding it up and down through her wet lips. "Now this is a present." "Then let me give it to you." I said, trying to push my cock past her hand and inside of her. "Not yet," She whispered and to my surprise pushed my shoulder with her foot. "Sit back down. It's my turn." I wanted her in the worst way, but she hadn't steered me wrong yet. Doing as she said I sat back down in the chair, then watched as she slid off the desk and onto her knees in front of me. "Oh shit." I said feeling like an idiot as she grabbed my cock and brought it to her lips. She looked up at me with those amazing green eyes and with a wink opened her mouth. In one motion she took my cock deep into her mouth. This elicited another of those sophomoric sounds from me, but I couldn't care less at this point. Charlie sucked my cock right down to the base of my shaft before slowly working her way back up. Removing my cock from her lips she smiled. "I taste good on you." She had barely finished speaking, when again she opened wide and took me inside of her warm wet mouth. I sat back waiting to wake up, I couldn't really be sitting here looking into Charlie's emerald eyes while her soft lips and wet tongue worked my cock. She hadn't been kidding about being better at things she had done before. Charlie was effortlessly taking my cock so deep I could feel her lips touching my balls. Reaching up, she grabbed my cock at the base and started following her lips with it, jerking me off as she blew me. Reaching down, I began running my hands through her long sweat soaked hair, before dropping them down and squeezing her tits. Charlie moaned her appreciation around my cock as I toyed with her nipples. I started to rock my hips in rhythm with her sucking and groaned as she stopped sucking. I hesitated, but when she winked at me I caught her meaning and started moving my hips faster, fucking her mouth as she held still. Oh my god, this woman was hot! I gave her a few pumps then stopped as she squeezed my cock. Taking it from her mouth she stood up and said. "Now it's time for my present." Swinging her leg up, she put her knee on one side of my leg, then bracing her hands on my shoulders, brought her other leg up, straddling me. She reached behind her and grabbing my cock, lowered herself onto it. We both moaned softly as my cock buried itself into her warm willing pussy. Charlie let her weight go, driving me all the way inside of her, and wrapping her arms around my shoulders started rocking slowly on my lap. I put my arms around her waist, pulling the dress up so that it was gathered at the middle of her back, then grabbing her hips, started sliding her back and forth, helping her to ride me. Her tits were in my face and I quickly sucked her left nipple into my mouth. Charlie sighed softly, and after a moment pulled her nipple from my mouth, turned slightly, and replaced it with her other one. The chair was small and I couldn't move within her more than a couple of inches, but I was fine with that. I'd been close to cumming twice already and this would prolong things. Pulling her tit away, Charlie smiled down at me, then bending her head kissed me softly. I returned the kiss, and like our fucking kept it slow and easy, our lips and tongues taking their time teasing and exploring. Breaking the kiss, Charlie rested her head on my shoulder and moaned softly in my ear, "I've been waiting so long for this!" I wasn't sure how to respond, I had thought of us, but I'd been with Sandra and... Charlie continued in my ear, taking me off the hook for an answer. "And this feels soooo good!" She sighed as she started rocking a little faster on my cock. "And we'll go slow like this later, but for now, let's take the edge off." Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she pushed herself up and sliding my cock from her incredible pussy, she climbed off the chair and stood in front of me. "Your turn to get something!" She immediately turned around and bending over the desk pointed her ass at me. I all but jumped out of the chair, and standing behind her took a moment to admire her ass and better yet her pussy winking out at me from between her thighs. Only a moment however, as unable to hold back, I grabbed her hips and with no hesitation drove my cock deep inside of her. "Fuck yeah!" She called out and slammed her ass back into me, pushing my cock even deeper into her unbelievably wet pussy. "Let me have it, Jake, just like I know you've wanted to! Go on and fuck me!" Squeezing her hips, I reared back and started fucking the shit out of her. There was no other way to describe it, Charlie was pressed up against the desk with no room to move forward and I was slamming my cock into her as hard as I could. I hadn't been able to fuck like this in longer than I wanted to think about and was taking full advantage of it. Charlie didn't seem to be complaining. Every time I plunged into her she cried out in pleasure and she was rocking her hips back into me trying to match my thrusts and push me even harder into her. Charlie's back was covered in sweat, and her long hair was plastered too it. As I had done pinching her nipples, I took a chance and reaching out grabbed a handful of her wet hair and pulled on it. "Yes! Just like that, fuck me!" Keeping one hand buried in her hair I put my other in the middle of her back and started fucking her as hard as I could. I was pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in inside. Charlie was so wet my cock was making squishing sounds every time I slammed into her, and my cock was glistening from her juice. Charlie was yelping so loudly I found myself hoping that Bob wasn't making his rounds. My knees were starting to shake and I let go of her hair so I could grab both of her hips and fuck her as hard as I could for as long as I could. I shook the sweat from my eyes and began going even harder, my heart was pounding and I was starting to breath like a bull. With every yelp Charlie emitted I followed with a desperate moan, I couldn't wait to finally cum! Sensing I was close Charlie had other ideas. "Stop," She yelled pushing herself up from the desk. "I have your last present!" She shoved back against me, and I groaned as I reluctantly slid my cock from her. Turning to face me, Charlie hopped onto the desk, lied on her back and spread her legs. "Holy shit." I whispered as I looked at her dripping pussy, even her thighs were soaking wet. Every time I thought she couldn't look hotter, Charlie found a new way to show herself off. Stepping up to her, I put my hands on her thighs and started fucking her hard and fast. "Here," she gasped."How is this?" Lifting her legs, she placed her bare feet on the sides of my face and started rubbing them on my cheeks. Sliding my hands around her thighs I pulled her to the edge of the desk and started slamming her as hard as I could. Charlie squealed, then taking her foot form my cheek, shoved it in my face. I opened my mouth and eagerly sucked her toes into my mouth. I was in absolute heaven! My cock was buried in her hot pussy, and her perfect toes were wiggling in my mouth as I sucked on them. Charlie's other foot was rubbing along my face, and her sweat slicked tits were bouncing wildly as I fucked her. It was too much for me and as I felt the cum racing through my cock I cried out around her toes and started fucking her so hard our skin was making loud slapping sounds as I drove into her. "Oh yeah baby!" Charlie called out. "Cum for me, cum all over my feet!" That was it. I managed two more pumps before pulling my cock out. I squeezed it hard, holding my cum back as Charlie lowered her feet and put them side by side on my desk. Placing my cock in front of them I released it and cried out as an enormous spurt of cum exploded out and splashed onto Charlie's feet. It was a perfect shot, hitting her in the middle of the top of her foot and dripping down the sides. I pumped my cock furiously and watched in awe as my cum sprayed all over her feet and toes. When there was nothing left I pushed my cock onto her foot and squeezed it, trying to get every last drop onto her toes. "Oh, look at that." Charlie cooed wiggling her cum covered toes at me. "Oh, fuck me." I gasped and all but fell back into my chair. "That I did!" Charlie laughed as she sat up on the edge of the desk. She had slid her feet off and I watched as my cum dripped from her feet onto the carpet. Going to have to clean that myself I thought idly. We both sat there catching our breaths and grinning at each other. "Merry Christmas Jake." Charlie said. "I'll say," I breathed out. "Who the hell needs a party?" "Not us baby," She laughed. "Just you me, and..." she lifted her leg and slid the mistletoe ankle bracelet off. "Some of this." "In a great spot." I told her. "yeah, it was kind of a shame you wanted my feet more than me in the beginning, but whatever works." She sighed. "I think we had more fun than we would have there." "You think?" I laughed. "Hey," Charlie began as she looked at her watch. "It's only eight thirty, why don't we get dressed and go have a few drinks?" "Umm," Thinking of the party made me think of work and the people I we worked with. "hey Charlie, what if anyone finds out we..." "Stop right there!" She said raising her finger to me. "That crap is why it took me three years to get you to be with me. I don't want to hear it Jake, its Christmas, no what ifs, no buts, no regrets, we're in for a fun night and I hope a lot more than that, so tonight just shut up okay?" "Yes ma'am." I nodded smiling. "So like I said, let's clean up, get dressed, go have some drinks then go back to my place." She smiled wickedly "Then we can enjoy our fetish some more." "That sounds..." I stopped as I caught what she said. "our fetish?" She giggled. "I told you I had a fetish, I just left out it was the same as yours." "Wait a minute," I said sitting forward. "I asked you if you ever let anyone play with your feet and..." "And I said no," She shrugged. As she did her small tits bounced and I wanted nothing more than to suck on them again. "But I did tell you I would like it as long as they wanted to do more." "Yeah but," "Oh Jake, why is everything a but with you?" She got off the desk and coming over to me, sat down on my knee, and swung her legs up over the arms of the chair so she was in my lap. I immediately put my arm around her shoulder and drew her into a kiss. Pulling away she smiled at me. "You know, I know exactly what you meant about being frustrated. I've spent a long time wanting to have a guy worship my feet and let me give a foot job, but I wanted it to be with someone I really wanted to enjoy not some shmuck from a bar." She gave me another quick kiss. "I wanted it to be with someone special, someone I cared about." She stretched her legs out and cooed. "Oh and it was sooo much better than I thought it would be." My eyes followed hers and I saw my cum still dripping from her feet. "Jake," she continued. "I know this sounds funny, but well, you know I had a thing for you, but it was kind of just a crush. Then when I found out we even had the same fetish, I felt like we were meant to be." She looked at me and suddenly laughed loudly. "What's so funny?" "Well," she paused and laughed again. "You know what they call people who are meant to be together?" "I don't know what?" I asked. She laughed again. "Soul mates." "Uh, okay." I shrugged. "Get it?" She laughed and wiggled her feet. "We both want each other, and we both love feet, we're sole mates!" She started laughing hysterically as if it really were hilarious. It was kind of funny, but the smile I gave her was more from seeing her so happy then the joke. "Okay, I get it, I get it." I said laughing. "Oh, you got it alright and you're going to get more." Looking at me with those amazing green eyes she continued. "So how about it? We clean up, go have a few drinks, do some dancing then go back to my place and you can break out the oil and give me a nice long foot massage!" As she spoke I saw she was still holding the mistletoe. Taking it from her I said. "Well only if you have this on, after all it is Mistle-Toe" This time I laughed loudly, but looking at me Charlie shook her head. "So how about that drink?" "Oh, what you didn't like that one?" I asked. Smiling, she leaned in and gave me a long lingering kiss. "I like you baby" she kissed me again. I pulled her tightly to me, and nuzzling my face into her neck kissed her just under her ear. "Merry Christmas Jake and thanks for the shoes," She giggled. "They were the best gift ever." "No, you're the best gift ever." I turned my head and kissed those perfect lips. "Merry Christmas Charlie." Authors note: Well if you made it to the end of this then I owe you an apology for the two horrendous puns at the end of the story. I will however share a short anecdote with you. Just before we were married we sent our wedding bands out to be engraved. When they came back there was a spelling error on my wife's. It should have read to my soul mate, but was spelled sole mate. I was pissed, the rings were pricey and we did not have time to have them redone before the wedding. My wife however, laughed and said that because of my foot fetish it was kind of funny, and she never changed it. It's been an inside joke ever since. Well as I have said before the only payment we authors receive here are votes and comments, so good bad or indifferent, please take the time to let me know what you think. As always thank you for reading. Lovecraft68