The heel expert [MF]

<Two part series, this is part 1>

So without too much detail, i used to work in a corporate job where we were divided into three teams and we had one boss. I was the only fresh graduate in my team and our team “head” was “M”, she was 3 years older than i was. And a pain in the ass as a boss.

I was sitting in the corner of the meeting room, waiting for everyone to get there so i can end my day, she came in with two of her friends and they all sat in the seats to my left, these women with M were her work friends. They’re talking about heels and showing each other pictures of them, i was bored so i butted into the conversation and offered to give them some male-perspective, they start showing me pictures and M is not taking part in the conversation.

One of them, we’ll cal her friend1, shows me two heels that she can’t choose in between, i tell her which would look better and she goes “but they look so painful”
Me: “well, some painful things lead to fun nights out” in a cheeky tone
M chuckled and i knew she was paying attention to the conversation.
Friend1 replies with “well, true”
M joins the conversation and cuts her off and says to me “you don’t know the pain of heels, you wouldn’t last 30 minutes in them!”
Me: “well, find me a pair and I’ll prove you wrong”
Friend2 laughs and says “that’s impossible! Look at the size of your feet!”
M smiles and says “well, you know what they say about men with big feet”
All three of them giggle and i turn to M, look her in the eye, and say “that they.. have a big di..esire to take you out on a date?”
I hear friend2 choke a little on her coffee, I’m still maintaining-eye contact with M and she says “wait, what??”
I knew she heard me, and i knew that she was entertaining the idea in her head but doesn’t want to openly agree to it in front of her work friends, so i say “it’ll be a work date, we already need to plan for next week’s report and after dinner, we can go look for heels to prove friend2 wrong”
As soon as i say it, the others teams and our boss walk into the meeting room, so we all switch back to serious-work-mode.

After the meeting, I go to my desk to pack up my things, as I go to leave, she’s in the hallway and says “were you serious about the date?” I tell her that I was serious but I don’t want it to be a work date. She pauses, looks me in the eyes, smiles and says “Okay. Today?”
Me “pick you up at 8?”
M “come by at 7:30, what’s the dress code?”
Me: “wear something cocktail chic, you always look good in those, or your birthday suit, I don’t mind either”
She grins and says “I just might”

I get to her house, call her, she tells me to come in but to wait in the living room because she’s still not done. I play with her cat a little and browse her bookshelf.

She comes in, very light makeup, her hair in a long curl hairstyle, black dress with the neckline that covers her chest but shows her sternum, and goes “hey heel expert, come help me pick one”. I laugh, we hug, she tells me that she likes my sports jacket, I tell her that she looks breathtaking in her dress.
She says “really? And you haven’t even seen me in my birthday suit yet”
I tell her that I’m looking forward to that part. She giggles and tells me we need to choose quick because she hasn’t eaten all day.

She takes me by my hand and leads me to her room, I’m admiring her backless dress, her back is toned, My eyes follow the muscles down to her waist, my eyes roll over to her meaty hips, thighs that I could’ve devoured right then and there but I talked myself out of it and resorted to taking mental screenshots for when I’m 78.

We get to her room, she has three pairs of heels laid out in front of the Hollywood-style full length mirror with lights on the sides. I ask her to stand in front of it, I go and stand behind her, and I shuffle her right and left to each pair, and she says the red one matches with my pocket square. I pause in front of it and place my hands on her waist and say “good eye. I agree” she puts her hands on my hands and falls back on me, her head tilted and resting on my chest and I rock her a little and we keep looking into the mirror.

Im lost in her, the dress, her hair, her eyes, her perfume, how comfortable she is around me. I turn my eyes to her instead of her reflection, and I’m looking at her lips, she’s still watching me in the mirror, bites her lips and turns around, puts her arms around my shoulders, I look into her eyes, then lips and back to her eyes and say “may I?” She smiles, I go for it. I start off with pecks, building up the tempo slowly, pull her in closer by her waist, she tightens her arms around my neck, one hand going through my hair, I pick her up and we just kiss for while.

I start pecking her neck, she squirms, smiles and says in a heavy raspy voice “ooooh you’re asking for trouble now. We won’t make it to dinner if you keep going”
Me: “well, let’s pause this and get some food in you”
I put her down she puts her hand on my crotch and rubs my boner and talks to my crotch and says “I’m excited to meet you too, but, after dinner”. I tell her she’s evil. She chuckles, grabs her purse and leads me out.

She holds my hand, and leads me to the front door, I’m taking some more mental screenshots here, we get there, now It’s already taking every ounce of restraint in me to not rip her clothes off and as she goes to open the door, she turns her head back and backs up on me and rubs her ass on my boner. it took two swings from her hips for me to lose it, I grab her hands with one hand and pin her to the door, lift up her skirt with the other, she gasps, flicks her hair to show her neck and backs her ass further on me. I start pecking on her neck and I’m grabbing her ass, and I go along her waist to the front and slide down, as soon as I reach her clit, she gasps, let’s out at a little “oooh” and pulls my head closer with one hand. I start stroking her from over her underwear, her breathing gets heavier and she starts pushing back on my harder.

I ask her to put her hand on mine and show me what feels best for her, she slides her panties half off, and guides my hand over her pussy, I’m delighted by how wet she already is, she pushes my middle finger in her pussy, a bit further than nail-depth and says “oh my god, right here, keep doing this”. I’m still cycling through her neck, shoulders and her back as I play with her and as I pick up the pace, her breath gets heavier, I’m tracing her neck with my tongue, she starts moving her hips more now and says through interrupted breaths “go a little deeper and faster”, I oblige and her moans get louder.

I’m hunched over, holding her up by her waist with one arm and half a finger deep in her pussy, she has both of her hands on the door, I can tell she’s close, she lets out a soft “fuhuuuuuuk” as she comes. I hold her up as she tries to regain her balance. She does, turns around and has this amazing smile on her face. She starts stroking my dick from over my pants, I tell her I’m very close, she says “good. I want it in my mouth”.

I pick her up and carry her to the living room, she giggles and tells me there’s something she wants to do. I set her down on the sofa and sit next to her, she slides to the ground, sits on her knees and starts unbuckling my pants, I give her a hand, she laughs at my sponge bob trunks as she strokes my dick, which by this point was throbbing, and then pulls them down and holds it, looks at it and says “I’ve been thinking about you all day”. Her eyes are glued onto mine, keeping eye contact throughout, she smiles and gives the head a lick, kisses it down to my balls, spits on it and then licks it all the way up to the head in one move. that move made my head fall back. What I loved is that she was very vocal while giving me head, moans, complementing my shape, and asking if I’m liking what she’s doing. Her facial expressions were complementing it too, closing her eyes when she moaned, her beautiful brown eyes staring straight into mine with that lustful look.

She keeps going for a while, and then pushes it a bit further back in her mouth, gags a little on it, spits on it and then strokes with a hand while sucking it, I tell her I’m close, and she holds her mouth open with the head of my dick half way in, maintaining eye contact, she wanted me to see her take my load. I came, she swallows it, smiles, puts her arms in a T with her hands under her chin and says “how’s that for appetizers?”. Such a coy little thing. So fucking cute.

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ruj685/the_heel_expert_mf