Roger and Me: Part 1
by Luvnursox

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About three weeks ago, I took on a new client that my consulting firm has been trying to land for the last year and a half.

The firm is a real high profile and up and coming business. They are young, smart, and new money kind of executives. I had known one of the VPs over at that company as he had moved into my neighborhood and his daughter Jenna goes to school with my son. His name was Roger, 39 about 5’11 probably 180-190 or so, short brown hair, brown eyes and one of finest, most fit guys I’ve ever met personally.

He was an all around nice, guy next door type. He looks like he’s a professional athlete but stays grounded and is one for the friendliest guys you’ll meet. But he does like to joke around with people and kind of toy around with them everyone once in a while all in good fun. He moved here from upstate following a relatively civil divorce…so he says and he doesn’t elaborate much on it than that except that it was the best thing for the both of them and he and his daughter are much happier now.

So anyway, I left work early to pick my son up from school on his last day before summer so we could spend some time together to start his summer vacation. I promised him we would do anything he wanted so he picked lunch and then a movie. When I picked him up, at the last minute he invited a few friends. I thought to myself I was in trouble. I came straight from work, and didn’t have a chance to change out of my suit or drop off my work stuff at home before leaving. I already had all these kids with me so I couldn't go back. My son had invited Jenna to come along, and she was talking to Roger on the phone to ask if it was okay if she could come along. Then she passed the phone over to me and says, “Could you talk to my dad, he wants to know what we are doing today”. He asked if I wouldn’t mind taking her and then later on he would meet us up to pick her up and bring her home in a few hours. I told him no problem and told him the plans on where we were going and what we were watching just in case he got out early.

After lunch, I take the kids to the theater to watch a movie which is good for me so I can rest for a bit while the kids are watching. Not too much trouble there thank goodness. As we are settling into the theater and the kids begin to get into the previews and snacks I bought them to keep them busy, Roger walks into the theater and sits down next to me and greets me with a sighing hello, as if he had been trying to get here from work all day. He was wearing a dark grey pinstripe suit a white button down shirt and Dark blue silk tie. His tie was loosened a bit and he had his top button unbutton on his shirt. As he sat down he removes his jacket and places it on the seat next to him. I noticed he was wearing some nice lace up wingtips, I think they were Johnston Murphy. And best of all, Dark grey socks with a diamond pattern going up the side. Just my luck, I get to see this guy all dressed up and practically spend the day with him. Normally I see him and he’s in jeans and sneakers but this time I got real lucky.

Anyway, he tells me that it’s been a long day already and he is happy to be away from the office. I tell him I couldn’t agree more. The kids were sitting quite a few rows in front of us because my son told me he didn’t want to be sitting with his dad while all his friends were all around. I thought that was fine, it’ll be more relaxing for me anyway. Roger and I start talking about what a nightmare the day has been and how the ex-wife has been calling him screaming about anything and everything she could possibly think of. ”I don’t know why she keeps calling me! She’s called several times today arguing about when she can come and see Jenna and how the times we originally agreed upon don’t work for her. And BLAH BLAH BLAH”. He goes on and on about how she just completely ruined his day and kept interrupting him during his meeting and how it almost seemed on purpose and how it affected his work so much that his boss talked to him today to try and get these things under control.

I tell him “you need to try and screen your calls better buddy! She’s crazy, how did you manage to marry her?” I say jokingly. “You need to find a way to relax, long days like this happen. But you’re out of work for the rest of the day, try and enjoy it and relax.” He replies, “I will say this, the one thing I do miss about our marriage is when I used to come home from crazy days like this, before Jenna was born, she used to pamper me right when I walk through the door.” I said “really? How so?” I tried to say it nonchalantly as if to brush it off and just making conversation but I was hoping maybe he would elaborate more on specifics on what she would do to him.

“I would walk in through the door and she would bring me a drink, take my briefcase and we’d talk as we walked over to the living room where she would sit me down, remove my shoes and give me a massage.” As he said that, immediately, I felt myself starting to get aroused, so much that I had to shift my position in my seat and cross my legs. It takes me a second, but then I respond, “Really? That’s nice; my ex-fiancé never did anything like that for me when I came home from a bad day at work. Maybe you need to get a massage? Maybe that’ll help you forget about the nightmare from today?” “I am not into massages really, but when she used to rub my tired feet all day it made me feel good, and relaxed as I would lay back and sip my drink. She didn’t mind that my feet would be hot in my shoes all day and that sometimes they would get pretty sweaty.” I swear I could feel myself getting harder and harder each second as he continued to elaborate more and more on the details of how that massage eventually led to sex. He crosses his leg over and I can see the bottom of his Johnston Murphy wingtips and he points to an area on his foot that she used to massage that just made him melt and relax. I thought damn, if there were any chance for me to have with this guy, this is it. So quickly I responded, “Wow sounds like you need it bad buddy! We should get on that right away then huh?”

Just as the lights in the theater go down, and the kids settle into there seats, I reach over to his foot and start to unlace his shoe. Thank goodness the theater is practically empty and there is no one in the seats in my row or in the immediate rows behind us. He says, “what are you doing? Are you going to massage my feet?” he says jokingly as he pulls his foot away slightly to get me to stop. “Hey, whatever helps you relax buddy, you’ve had a long day.” I got quiet for a second as I look at his face and he has the puzzled look, as if a deer caught in headlights. He thinks for a second and in that glance, I thought to myself that I just scared him away. I was expecting him to say something back to me and it felt almost like forever in that moment waiting for a response from him.

Finally he musters up a response and says, “I don’t think this will work but whatever.” So he shifts back in his seat and places his crossed leg closer to me. I continue to untie his shoe and glance over to the kids to make sure everything is ok. As I pull the laces up to loosen the shoe, I slide it off his size 10.5 feet. I can smell the warm moist leather scent that permeates only from a good quality shoe like Johnston Murphy. Moist leather, not rank or smelly, just good leather. I take the scent in as I remove his shoe and place it on my lap. I begin to run my hands along the arch of his grey dress socked foot and rub it firmly, feeling the heat from his socked foot. I feel him twitch just a little and realize that this make work after all. I slowly massage the tops of his feet and eventually make down to his toes. Feeling the moistness in between each of his toes as I rub them through his socks.

“See I told you they get pretty sweaty. If you want to stop, its ok, I understand.” I could see I was definitely having an effect on him and he lies back in his chair and closes his eyes for a second while I rub his feet. I say back to him, “It’s ok, I’ve already started, I don’t mind. I wish I had someone doing something like this for me”. By that time I am already hard in my grey slacks.

I find myself shifting my position several times over the course of minutes just to get comfortable and try to not to be completely obvious to Roger that I was enjoying myself. I can hear him moaning and sighing in relief as I find those specific spots on the bottom of his foot. He inhales deeply that I can hear him breathing as he throws his head back in utter relaxation. I eventually work my way back to the heel of his foot and his ankle. I start to rub and pinch the heel to try and loosen it up, and I make a fist with my hand and grind it in the bottom of his foot while my other hand is on his ankle right at the beginning of the diamond pattern on his socks. He whispers to me, “oooh you’re good, almost as good as when my ex- used to massage my feet.”

I take his foot and start to turn it at his ankle to help his relax more. I then decide to make a bold move. He sits up a bit and faces me, and I look around to check that no one sees us or paying attention to us. As he stares at me, I go down to his socked foot and smell it. I inhale the scent of a man’s clean feet after they have been in leather dress shoes all day. The smell is intoxicating. They aren’t smelly, but moist and it’s amazing. I try to come back immediately, but don’t realize I smell them for a few seconds. I try to compose myself and say, “Luckily your feet don’t smell otherwise I wouldn’t have done this.” He looks at me with a puzzled face and is quiet. He then responds, “You like how my feet smell?” I didn’t know how to respond to it.

I didn’t want to scare him off by saying yes and having him think I was a freak. But it was already too late; I could tell by his expression he knew I was enjoying this. He says, “You must be because it looks like you’re hard.” I got quiet and shifted back into my seat. I didn’t know what else to say. I wanted to get to his left foot but I figured the jig was up. That was it; I wasn’t going to be able to go any further than this. So I started to put his shoe back on and I finally respond, “Actually I do like them. It’s not something I tell everyone, but I do like your feet the smell, the feel all of it.” At this point there was no reason to lie anymore, he had me pegged.

If this was going to be it, may as well lay it all out there. And besides, he didn't strike me as the type to run and tell everyone about me, he was a decent guy. Finally he says back to me, “its ok, to each his own, I won’t say I didn’t enjoy it. I was just wondering because I’ve never gotten massaged by a guy before.” Surprisingly he didn’t respond in any kind of anger or fear as I was expecting him to. I was expecting him to pull away and compose himself and then be mad or something. But he then responds again, “you weren’t half bad after all.” I say to him, “did it help a little?” He says, “actually, yes I think it did”. He sits back in his chair and begins to watch the movie. I sit back with a grin on my face and thinking with relief to myself that this isn’t the end of it….not by a long shot.

I start to watch the movie and then he leans over to me and whispers, “we’ll have to try it sometime at my house.”