We were a few minutes into the meeting, me and my boss on one side of her desk, her on the other, before I noticed her feet and what they were doing.

She had taken her shoes off and was practicing picking them up and moving them around with her toes. I watched, fascinated, watched her feet under the table and her animated face and hands as she described the problem she needed solved.

I was supposed to be analyzing the technical details of her request, but all I could think about was my overwhelming desire to suck her toes, to caress her legs while I sucked her toes, to work my way up and down and up again to her moistening cunt, to put the pad of my thumb against her clit and to rub in small tight circles.

My desires must have been as obvious as the direction of my gaze, because when I looked up from her feet she was looking right at me, staring me in the eyes. Not angry just, I don't know, intrigued.

So I did the obvious thing, which was to slip my shoe off and stick my foot out. Just a bit. Not enough to be threatening, but enough to be inviting.

She raised an eyebrow in a kind of "what, are you kidding me?" gesture, but then she picked up my shoe with her foot and moved it over to her side of the desk where I couldn't reach it.

I stifled a laugh and she winked at me. My boss, who hadn't thought to look under the table, was glancing at us both out of the corner of his eyes as the conversation continued, clearly wondering what the hell was going on around him.

Let him wonder.

I'm gonna get laid.