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Subject: {ASSM} She Had To Wear Those Boots By T. Frottage (MF)
Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2001 17:10:04 -0500
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This story is intended for persons over 18.  Sexually explicit material.



She Had To Wear Those Boots

By Thomas Frottage


The meeting seemed to drag on forever.  One of those mandatory new corporate
directives forcing all employees to understand that the work place is a diverse
environment and everyone needs to get along.  So there I sat, fighting back the
building urge to rip my fingernails directly from the thin skin that held them
in place.  God, could this get any worse?

I looked around at the mix of people in the class and immediately got the
feeling that I was not alone in my sense of torture.  I am a manager with the
firm so I couldn't just get up and leave without committing career suicide so I
was going to have to endure the whole class.  I tried doodling on the notepad
provided, but the monotone voice of the dry instructor cut through my every
thought.  I decided to try and follow along in the handout.  Might as well try
and get something out of the class, I thought as I found the page the
instructor was highlighting with his Power Point presentation.

Suddenly the accounting guy sitting next to me passed me a note, "Look at
Leslie," it read.

I cast a sideways glance at him then up a few tables to the lovely Human
Resources assistant.  I always thought she was hot, but knew she was a happily
married woman.  She sat with her legs spread wider apart than is usually
accepted in a business environment, causing the thin tan material of her pants
to cling to her well-toned legs.  From my position I could make out the faint
outline of chiseled muscles under the material now stretched to its limit.  Oh
how I wished I were at a table in front of her.  I was sure that the way she
was sitting would give me a glimpse between her legs.  

My eyes drifted down toward her feet.  I don't have a thing for shoes, but
always thought certain women looked hot in certain types of shoes.  I about
jumped from my seat when I realized that Leslie was wearing dark black leather
boots with those tight pants.  She had to wear those boots, I thought as I
started visualizing her taking off her pants.  I did have an extreme weakness
when it came to a great looking lady in a nice pair of boots; especially
someone with legs as shapely as Leslie's.  Maybe the class was going to be okay
after all.  I withdrew into a fantasy world, Leslie's boots playing a major
roll in my woolgathering.

Mr. Monotone was a great buzz killer.  I couldn't keep focused on my fantasy. 
My eyes never strayed far from Leslie's boots though, even that voice couldn't
damage my vision.  I don't think anyone noticed, nor did I really care.  Her
perfect little body had actually made the class bearable.  It was time to get
back to real work, the only vision of Leslie now in my mind's eye.

I was busy putting the finishing touches on a project I would be presenting in
a few days when I heard a familiar voice out in the lobby area of my office. 
My heart beat a little faster as I heard my assistant tell Leslie I was in my
office and to go on in.  Instantly my mind filled with the image of her in the
meeting, looking oh so yummy.

"You got a minute?" she asked as she came through my open door.
	
"Sure," I replied, quickly sitting.  She still wore those tight tan pants, her
boots barely visible under them.

She held a group of files tight to her chest as she entered, closing the door
with her free hand.  She was a slight woman, 5'4" at best, probably a hundred
pounds, 23 or 24 if I had to guess and had an incredibly sexiness to her. 
Naivet (C) exuded from her light almond skin.  I loved that innocent look.  

"What can I do for you?" I asked looking at her beautiful brown eyes, slightly
concealed behind a fashionable pair of eyeglasses. 

She sat in one of the guest chairs in front of my desk, adjusted her cream
colored blouse and crossed her legs.

I couldn't help notice her full B-cups move under her blouse as she adjusted
the top button.  She was showing too much cleavage, I guessed.  One pant leg
slid somewhat up her leg giving me another good look at the erection inspiring
black leather boot.  Her sandy brown hair hung loosely down her back.  She
didn't wear it down too often, and I thought it had been up in a makeshift bun
during the earlier meeting.  I could've been mistaken; I was not really looking
at her hair!

"I'm taking a survey off all the managers," she said, setting the files on the
edge of my desk.  "What'd you think about the class?" 

"It sucked," I said, honestly.  "I know we are a diverse industry.  I don't
think we need it driven down our throats."

"But you did pay attention?"

"Of course," I said, confused, unsure where she was headed.

"Hmmph.  I thought you spent most of the class watching me.  Must've been just
wishful hoping."  She sat forward in the chair; her blouse opened just a little
exposing some cleavage.  

Was I caught?  I stood from my chair and walked to my office refrigerator, "Do
you want a water?" I asked, taking one for myself.  Buying time.

Leslie shook her head.  

I took a sip from the plastic container.  "Why do you think that?" I asked. 

"I just thought I saw you looking.  No big deal.  It was a pretty boring
class."

"I did look at you.  I noticed your boots," I said, trying not to sound too
strange.

"These?"  She proudly put both boots on my desk, her pants inching further up
her legs.

"Yeah.  I have a thing for chicks in boots."

"What kind of thing?" she asked, biting her bottom lip like an innocent
schoolgirl caught by the head mistress.

"Not like a fetish or anything.  I just -- I dunno, like a nice set of legs
with boots on.  And -- I'd just assume leave them on during sex," I explained.

"Do you think my legs look good in boots?" she asked, gazing at me over the
tips of her delicious boots.

I felt myself start to blush.  I had to maintain professional dignity.  Why was
she taking me down this path?

"Don't worry," she said with a sly grin, "I won't tell Human Resources."

"You've got great legs," I finally blurted, not able to take her teasing any
longer.

"And how might you know that?  Can you see through my pants?"

"You don't wear pants every day," I said.

I saw a slight shade of embarrassed blush rush over her angelic face as she
uneasily shifted forward in the chair, a finger now twirling a strand of hair. 
Had I made her nervous?  I thought I was the one trying to keep my cool.

"I sure don't," she finally said, a bit more composed.  "Do you like it when I
don't cover my legs?"  Her teasing tone back again.

"I sure do."

"How much?"

Was that an invitation?  I took it as one - I had held back my desires long
enough.  I took another swig of water and walked over next to her chair. 
Without any warning I leaned down and kissed Leslie's soft lips.  I felt her
mouth open slightly, allowing my searching tongue to enter her hot mouth. 
Suddenly Leslie's tongue darted into my mouth, grappling with mine.  I reached
down and cupped a breast while our tongues explored each other's mouths.

I was rock hard as I felt her tit-flesh through the smooth material of her top.
 Only in my widest dreams did I think she could feel this good.  

Leslie let out a small breathy moan as my fingers kneaded her flesh under her
tight bra.  Her nipples responded by popping out like little erasers.  Her
tongue darted further down my throat as my kneading continued.  

Her hand crept up to my crotch.  Gently she traced my massive erection with her
fingers, eagerly enjoying my stiffness.  I could feel the desire radiating from
her.

Not to be out done, I slipped open Leslie's shirt, undid the clasp of her bra
with one hand (an old high school trick) and discarded both to the floor.  Her
body was tighter than I imagined.  It was obvious that she spent many hours
working out.  Her stomach was something right out of a fitness magazine;
perfectly cut abs with a silver bar nicely piercing her bellybutton.  The belly
ring was a nice touch, something I didn't expect.  My cock twitched to an
unbelievable size as I took in the awesome site.

I bent down, my mouth quickly finding a pink nipple.  I teasingly nibbled on it
while gently cupping the rest of her tit-flesh.  Leslie responded by undoing
the button of my pants and pulling them down.

Quickly I stepped out of my trousers exposing my burning erection trying to
climb from the tip of my boxers.  Leslie wasted no time.  Like a vixen
possessed she pulled my cock from my boxers, eagerly deep throating it.  Her
hot mouth sent chills down my spine and I let out an audible moan as her tongue
danced up the backside of my smooth shaft.  I was in heaven.

Leslie slipped to the floor as she eagerly sucked me with everything she had. 
I rubbed the top of her head as she bobbed trying to keep myself from exploding
down her hungry throat.  Her silky hair felt so good under my fingertips that
the sexual sensation seemed to be heightened to a level I had never before
experienced.  I felt my knees go weak and buckle.  God I wanted to shot down
her throat!

Leslie slurped loudly as she sucked my cock making sure she looked up at me
with her beautiful eyes.  Her innocent eyes and mouth full of cock just enticed
me even more as she continued to expertly suck me off.  I felt myself brimming
to the point of no return.  Leslie was going to have me cuming in no time at
all.  

Suddenly she stopped, pinched the root of my cock with her fist and stood up.

"It's time you unwrapped the rest of me," she said her voice deep, full of
lust.

Happy to oblige but eager to get her mouth back around my cock, I reached down
and unhooked the buckle of her pants.  They fell to the floor exposing a thin
lacy pair of white panties.  I noticed right away that a large wet spot had
formed around her crotch.  She was really excited.  

"Leave your boots on," I said as she bent down to remove her pants.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," she replied with a sly smile.

I reached out and rubbed her hips as she finished removing her pants.  Her legs
were every bit as impressive as the rest of her body, tight and very well
muscled.  Her skin was smooth as silk with no tan lines.  That's when I noticed
her back side.  The thin white panties were actually G-string type that looked
very appealing between her tan butt cheeks.  I immediately reached out for a
handful of tight ass.  My mouth soon followed, kissing and licking her tight
bum.

"Should I leave these on also?" she asked pushing her tight ass back toward me
as I attacked her flesh.

I could take no more.  I pushed her forward over my desk, her ass jutted
skyward ready to take my hard rod.  I eased the little string to one side,
jerked my aching cock a few times before ramming it home.  Her tight sugar
walls engulfed my manhood like a winter glove being put on for the first time. 
I moaned loudly as the sensation jolted through me like a lightening bolt.  God
she was hot!

Leslie pushed back against me as I fell into a steady rhythm, my strong thighs
slapping against her firm ass with each penetrating thrust. I reached around
her lithe frame and fondled her perky nipples as I bottomed out in her soaked
pussy.  Her breathing was becoming more and more labored.  Any second she was
going to explode all over my love stick.  

Leslie's back arched just as I hit bottom again.  She pushed back with
everything she had.  I felt her pussy contract around my pulsing cock,
clenching it like a vise.  Uncontrollably she started to shake as the first
minor wave of orgasm shot through her.  Her vise-grip was intense, held me from
easily slipping in and out.  I pushed forward hard trying to push my balls
against her engorged clit.  I must've hit the right spot; Leslie suddenly
shuddered and moaned from somewhere deep inside.  Her vise-like grip suddenly
broke sending succulent pussy juice oozing over my hungry cock.  She came for
what seemed like hours, gusher after gusher erupting from deep inside her
stimulated snatch.  Her normally coiffed hair was frazzled and a look of dark
desire and satisfaction tattooed her lovely face.  My still rock solid cock
rested inside her hot pussy, drenched, waiting for round two.

"Wow!" she said in a low breathless tone after a long moment of silence. 
"Wow!"

She slid forward and turned to face me.  Her tummy muscles rippled as she
hunched forward on the edge of my wooden desk and took my juice cover cock in
her hand, slowly stroking it, as she looked deep into my hungry eyes.  Her hand
toyed with just the rim of my sensitive prick sending waves of anticipation
through me.  I couldn't wait to explode all over that precious body of hers. 

Teasingly Leslie put one boot in my chest and pushed me back into my guest
chair.

"So you like these boots?" she asked, rubbing the side of the high-calf leather
shoe.  Her other hand gently began to rub outside her still swollen pussy lips.
 I had the perfect view!

All I could do was nod.  She looked so incredibly sexy rubbing her cunt and
those awesome leather boots at the same time.  

Swiftly she slid off the desk and onto my lap draping her legs over the arms of
my chair.  Slowly she lowered her still soaked pussy over my aching member,
somehow managing to position her boots so I could feel the cool leather against
my bare skin as she little by little rode my steel pole.

I buried my head between her needy tits, toying and twisting with her flesh and
nipples as she steadily increased her speed.  I was helpless under her power. 
Leslie's tight body was built for sex and she knew exactly what to do to please
me.  I felt her tight ass sink all the way to the root of my beating member. 
Soon she was breathing hard again, bouncing on my shaft, another explosive
orgasm approaching fast.  

I too was close to the point of no return.  Her tight pussy and playful nipple
teasing had me on the brink.  Just a few more dips and --

Suddenly she shifted positions, arching back against my desk and lifting her
boots up over my shoulders.  Her muscular body was tight and compact, dripping
with sweat like something out of a good triple-X movie.  The leather smell from
her boots whiffed through my nose, heightening my building orgasm.
 
"Finish me hard," she ordered, tightening her leg grip around my shoulders.

I pumped harder as I clutched her perfect body eagerly with both hands.  I was
completely overwhelmed by her beauty.  Her fingers snaked down to my cock and
formed an upside down V that evenly rubbed both sides of my smooth shaft as I
pumped her like a piston.  Harder and harder.  Faster and faster.  She suddenly
unleashed a deafening moan and exploded all over me.  Her spasming pussy walls
shot my stiff dick from deep inside her.  Wave after wave of woman cum shot
from her golden cooze, dripping down her thighs and legs toward the tops of her
boots.  I could take no more.

I pulled on my cock as I hovered over Leslie's perfect stomach.  I wanted to
blast all over that perfect body, show her just how much she had turned me on.

"Fuck!" I screamed as my first load of hot jis went flying upon her tits,
splashing between her nice mounds.            

"Cum all over me.  You're so fucking hot!" she encouraged, moaning as she
watched my pulsating cock heave gobs of hot cum all over her belly.

I finally fell forward exhausted, drenched with sweat.  We both lay cuddled
together on my desk for several minutes recovering, listening to our heavy
breathing and racing hearts. 

"I never knew you thought about me like this," she said after a long moment of
comfortable silence.

"Since the first day I saw you."

A sly smile covered her lips.  She slowly got up, used a towel I kept in the
bureau to clean off and got dressed.

"Well, the feeling is mutual, but I never thought you'd be willing," she
confessed.

"You had to wear those boots," I said.

"Next time I'll even let you cum on them," she said with a smile and walked out
the back door.

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