Power Break: (Footjob*Pov*F/M)

Tyler absolutely hated when he had to shadow his big wig dad at work. Always being one for more physical labor, it was the exact antithesis of the life that he wanted for himself. It was cramped, stuffy, cutthroat, and the only reason his father loved it so much was because he’s the one on top. All that said, he absolutely saw some appeal to the imprisonment.

There was an immaculate pay day, a nice office, but at the very top of that list stood Margie. The young man was completely smitten with his father’s top assistant, a goddess of a woman who had worked beside his dad for years. She was absolutely stunning in every sense of the word. Though she was 4 years older, her gorgeous hips where wider than any gal he’d ever met, while also having a slim waist, but that wasn’t the main reason she was so admired by the boss’s son. Nope, that would have been too easy and normal.

It was her feet. Perfect and pale, at least from the glorious peaks he would be able to get in a 9 to 5 work day. Her shiny, purple heels were like music to his ears as she would walk past him, the click of them loud enough to hear in his dreams.
The more Tylor thought about those soles, the more his lust grew, until his father finally snapped him out of it.

Margie only giggled as his fathered chastised him in front of everyone and demanded he’d get to work. Mercifully, she decided to come to his rescue. She told the boss that she’d make sure he’d stay focused and led him off. As Tylor followed behind, her ass shaking with every step in that skin tight skirt, he knew that wasn’t true.

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Tylor couldn’t have been more grateful for the save and made sure to thank his crush. She only giggled and showed him to his desk, which was right next to her’s this time around. As the hours dragged on, so did the young man’s boldness, seeing all of this as the opportunity of a lifetime. The chances of being able to some how talk this woman into a date were out of the question, so instead it was time for deceit!

Instead Tylor saw this as his chance to get as many mental images of Margie’s soles as possible. He’d play it cool, but the second the time came to strike his neck would extend like a giraffe. Hell, he would have broken and bent his spine in half of it meant he got even a slightly better view. In the young man’s mind, he would never be given something like his again, so it was a free for all.

On the other end, it soon became very clear to the sexy woman just what was going on here. If there was anything Marg knew, it was when someone was checking her out. Though it had always been her ass or chest, never something like this. It seemed like no matter where she was, Tylor was not far behind and ALWAYS had his head down. While the shameless young man had dropped his forth pencil under her desk for the forth time, she shared a look with her friend who just rolled her eyes and laughed.

Marg thought of several ways to handle this. Talking to the perv’s father was for sure an option, but... well, she had to admit she did find him a bit cute. The knowledge that this poor thing was so desperate for her, to the point just her feet were doing this to him, was a certain kind of amusement that she didn’t want to end just yet. Instead she decided to do something a bit more... fun.<3

The full figured woman got up from her desk and went to go speak with her friend, plotting. Tylor couldn’t help but to stare as her back was to him, but he almost audibly gasped at what she did next. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Margie began to absentmindedly pull her foot from her heal a run it up the back of her calf.

Tylor almost started to drool as the sexy sole continued its journey up the bare leg of his father’s secretary. As it did so, she would make sure to scrunch her toes over and over again, making sure the little perv good see every fold of her foot. It was hypnotic, it was erotic, and WAY too much to take!

As if her foot was beckoning him over Tylor tried to cooly walk towards them. It wasn’t obvious right? He was just going to.... make copies! Yes, that’s it.

The secretary’s friend kept an eye on Margie’s admirer and signaled to her as he got closer. Like they had planned, they began their conversation loud and proud.

“So how was your date Margie? Lead to any fun?” The other office hen clucked with a knowing smile on her face. They tried their best to ignore the young man obviously listening in on them.

“Sooooooo~ much. We just watched a movie, but I honestly thought I wouldn’t have made it to the end. Talk about someone with good hands. He just kept touching me so gently and nice. It tickled in the BEST way~!” Margie bragged knowingly

Tylor almost choked on his own spit and doubled over. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! She couldn’t really be talking out loud about being ticklish, was she? This had to be a dream. Any minute his father would wake him up and slap him upside the head for dozing off. He had too!

Tylor eavesdropped more and more, each word coaxing him
deeper into his lust for her. Marg went on and on about how good her date’s hands felt, how hard it was to hold back her little giggles, how pleasant his firm grip was when he kept her still. It all came out, until something else did.

Suddenly, Margie’s word began to break as the sound of her wonderful laughter filled the room. It was as cute as it was frantic, almost musical even. Some turned to look up from their work for a moment, wondering what the commotion was.

Instantly Tylor snapped back to reality. In a a haze of lust, he’d actually got on his knees, crawled over like a dog, and started to just go for it. Even now, as he was finally aware of his surroundings his fingers wouldn’t stop still raking over her buttery soles. That was until it was ripped from his grasp.

Tylor was afraid of what came next and didn’t dare look up. What in the fuck was he thinking? No, he wasn’t thinking, THATS the problem. Panic overcame him as his breath caught in his throat, unsure of what to do.

“Ahem!” The sweet voice came from above him, giving him no other choice but to look up at his goddess. Given the angle, that was exactly the word for her. She stood tall and proud over him, her heavy chest almost blocking her face from view, almost.

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing little Tylor?~” Margie asked, her voice dripping in venom.

Tylor looked at her wide eyed. “I-... I-i....” He stammered out, not knowing what in the world to do. Eventually he decided on an action. Leaving.

Without a word Tylor got up from the floor and sped-walked into his father’s office who was thankfully at a meeting. He would have locked and barricaded the door behind him if he wasn’t afraid of when he’d be back.

Margie just looked at her friend in disbelief, bursting out into legit laughter when the young man left. The secretary couldn’t get over her boss’s son’s stupid face as he gawked up at her. It was cute, it was empowering, and she needed more.

“Awww, looks like he’s all nervous. Maybe I should talk to him.” Margie cooed, the mischief in her voice evident to her friend.

“Oh yea, talk? Hehe, do what you want girl, I’ll cover you when the boss comes around.” She waved off her friend as she swayed her hips to the office door.

Before entering, Margie turned back and gave a wink, a click of the lock following not far after the door closed.
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