Roger
and Me: Part 2
by Luvnursox
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A few weeks
go by and in that time, Roger and I meet and talk like nothing happened
at the theater.
We talk about the kids and how well they are getting along. About
his wife and how the calls have finally dropped to a minimum and
of course work. We talk about how it seems like their expenses have
gone up a lot over the last year and he can’t figure out what
it is that is costing them so much. I then explain to him that maybe
I can help. My firm typically deals with cost minimizing and efficiency
and effectiveness. I told him it would be a pleasure to help out
a friend.
He agrees and tells me he needs to run it by his partners for me
to come in. Finally I get a call from Roger, inviting me for drinks
with 2 of his partners to talk about what kind of strategies I have
to help them out. I have been waiting for an opportunity like this
because my firm has been trying to land them as clients for a while
now. I figure to myself if I can get this, then I’d be pretty
damn successful; at work. So I put together a few things from work
and go home and pick out my power suit. It’s a heather grey
wool Hugo boss 3 button suit, a light blue shirt and dark blue silk
tie.
I wear my nicest pair of black gold toe metros, and black JM captoes.
I look pretty damn sharp in this suit I think. I arrange for my
son and Jenna to spend the night over at their friend’s house
because I don’t know how long this drinks meeting will take
especially since it isn’t until 8pm.
I get to the restaurant and walk in to see Roger standing there
with his two partners. All of them are dressed up in their suits
looking like the secret service, sharp, clean, and defensive. I
feel a little intimated at first, but then I take a second glance
at Roger and he is looking real good. Standing there in his navy
Blue pinstripe suit with white shirt and blue tie and those nice
wingtips I so eagerly played with before at the theater. He looks
sharp, his hair is fixed and his face is clean shaven and strong
looking. I walk over and he greets me with a handshake and introduces
me to his partners.
We sit and talk a bit over plans on what I can do for them and some
ideas I have for the company on how to reduce their costs based
on what I have seen so far. They seem somewhat uninterested, almost
stoic. After maybe 45 minutes of chatting and discussing, his partners
get up to go to the bar to talk and have a smoke. Roger stays back
with me at the table. The place is dimly lit and it’s towards
the end of the evening so there aren’t a whole lot of people
there. I say to him, “I don’t think this is going very
well, they don’t seem interested at all!” I am practically
frantic and panicking as I tell him this. He responds, “don’t
worry, they’re real dry like that all the time. Don’t
get too worked up or you will blow it, you need to relax a little
and you’ll be fine.” He smiles and puts his hand on
my shoulder to try and help me ease up.
I am still a little frantic and try to get myself together. I can
see them from where I am sitting talking at the bar as they drink
and smoke. It’s obvious they are discussing what I have told
them so far. As I stare at them, Roger tells me again, “lighten
up, or you will blow it.” It’s hard to take what he’s
saying into consideration since it didn’t look like it was
going well in the first place. Just then I hear something under
the table. I lift up the table cloth and look below and see that
roger and slipped off his shoe. I come back up and say, “what
are you doing!” He responds, “you need to relax. Not
exactly the kind of relaxation I was going for at the time.
Actually it never even crossed my mind. But then he takes his foot
and starts to rub it on top of my shoe. Sliding it on the top of
my polished captoes. “are you crazy? your partners are right
over there.” He doesn’t say anything except he laughs
a little, almost evil-like and he just continues to stare straight
at me. I can’t deny that him rubbing his black dress socked
foot on my shoe was making me hard. I could feel him pressing on
my foot and wiggling his toes. I look down again and begin to feel
his warm moist socked toes running up again the inside of my leg.
He is wiggling his toes against my black socked leg and rubbing
my leg as if to tease me up and down. I look at him again and then
he says to me, “are you going to relax or not?” I feel
myself twitch in my pants and I need to shift in my seat.
He knows this is making me hard ever since the movie theater and
so he goes even further to take advantage of the situation.
I see him smile more while he stares at me and he places his socked
foot in my crotch. At this point I am fully erect. I am so hard
that it hurts me to be sitting the way I am sitting. He jams his
foot against my cock and wiggles his toes. I tell him, “ok,
ok, I’ll relax!” He responds, “Is this helping
you get your mind how badly you think you’re doing?”
just then curls his toes to wrap around the outline of my cock.
He’s got a firm grip on me and squeezing me tightly in his
black dress socked feet. It feels so warm and I can feel the heat
from his feet and smell the leather aroma as it makes its way to
my nose. I can feel the precum soiling my briefs as he jams his
foot against my cock to rub it like he’s stroking me with
his foot.
At that point, I am concentrating on how hard I am and how his socked
foot is practically stroking me through my pants. He starts to press
harder and harder and tease the tip of my cock. And I begin to breathe
more and more. All that time, he’s just sitting there smiling
across the table, staring at me. As he pushes more and more I start
to get more and more aroused, until finally, I feel myself cum in
my slacks. I let out small grunt and breathe of relief as I begin
to feel the cum soil my briefs and drip down to my balls. I unzip
myself at the table to try and clean up as much as I can so it doesn’t
soak through my grey slacks. I take the table napkin and wipe up
as much as I can and zip up. I put the napkin in my pocket and during
all this time, Roger is just across the table, staring and laughing
at me. He takes his foot back and slides it back into his shoe.
And finally he says to me, “Do you feel better now?”
I looked at him and having so many mixed emotions about what he
just did, the only thing I can say back to him is, “yes”.
Finally his partners come back and sit down after about 15 minutes,
and in all that time I am looking around to make sure there is now
mess anywhere on the seat next to me in the booth or on table cloth
or anything. They ask me a few more questions and grill me on some
specifics. Finally, 9:30pm rolls around and they stand up thank
me for my time and tell me they’ll contact me Monday to see
when they can get me set up at the office. They shake my hand and
proceed to walk outside.
Roger stays with me at the table and after they have left, I shake
his hand and walk over and give him a big hug. “you did a
great job he says, looks like they are excited about you coming
over to help us out! I told you that you were fine! All you needed
to do was relax a little.” I tell him, “you were right,
I wasn’t doing so badly after all.” I give him this
conniving look, with a smile on my face. I then say, “we need
to celebrate, this is huge for me! Let’s celebrate, the kids
are sleeping over at their friends’ house, we’ve got
some time!” He responds, “it’s been a long day
actually, I just want to go home and relax.” After what he
did to me in the booth, I figure he’s kidding, but he really
isn’t. So after 1 more drink at the bar, I shake his hand
and give him a hug again and I’m in my car on the way home.
As I am driving, I am thinking to myself how great it’s going
to be at work when they find out I am working with this company!
They are going to love me at work and practically worship me! But
then I start to think about Roger at the restaurant. I think that
he got this for me and how he helped me get this account. I start
to think about his socked foot in my lap and stroking me. I think
about the warm moist leather smell in between his toes and on his
socked foot. I think about that smile he had while he was stroking
me and jacking my under the table with his feet. And then it hits
me, from the time in theater he noticed I was hard, and the restaurant,
he has got to be feeling something for me otherwise it wouldn’t
have happened.
I turn on the next street and start heading towards Roger’s
place. I see his car in the driveway and the lights turn on in the
house. Looks like he just got home. I get to the door and ring the
bell. He opens it, still in his suit from earlier, and looking like
he needs to get out of it already. “What are you doing here?”
he asks. I walk in and shut the door and walk over to the living
room. I didn’t say anything and he kind of looks at me like
“what the heck is going on” kind of look.
We get to the living room; he walks over to me and says, “what’s
going on?” I sit him down on the couch and kneel in front
of him and say, “you said we should try it sometime at your
house. Remember?” Those were his words that day at the theater.
I lean over and give him a kiss on the lips, a long soft, one at
that and in that moment he is kissing me back. I get up and pour
him a drink as he takes off his jacket. I give him his drink, pull
the ottoman over and sit right in front of him. I lift up his left
foot, and kissing the top of his JM wingtips, all over. Then I begin
to unlace them and loosen up the laces and tongue of his shoe and
slide it off slowly. I put his shoe up to my nose and inhale the
moistness of the leather, breathing it slowly and enjoying every
minute of it.
I put the shoe down and begin to rub his tired foot and firmly massage
the inside of his arch. He throws his head back and moans in relaxation
and say “ooh I’ve been needing that. It feels good.
Keep going”. I pinch the heel of his foot and lift it up to
my face. I smell in between his toes to sniff the leather scent
and scent of a real man’s feet. I then open my mouth and begin
to suck on his toes through his black dress socks. I am licking
the bottoms of his toes with my tongue and lashing it in between
his socked toes almost to suck up any excess moisture wick from
his feet. He doesn’t look at me, but throws his head back,
closes his eyes and sips his drink.
The sounds he makes are of relief and pleasure, ones that you hear
when you are feeling something more than just physical. I suck on
each toe as if I was sucking on him. Pulling and licking on each
one firmly. I am rubbing the back of his ankle and pinching ever
so slightly while I continue to lash my tongue on his foot. I then
lift his foot and run my tongue down the arch of his foot. He makes
a sudden movement and shudders a bit from the tickle, but then recedes
back into his chair and I continue. I nibble on his heel, and tug
at his sock playfully. I then work my way back up to his toes and
nibble on the tips of his socked toes feeling the outline of his
nicely groomed nails beneath. I pull on it just to have a little
excess sock but then he says to me, “don’t forget to
take off my other shoe and do the same.” Immediately, I do
as he asks, and put his left foot down and do the same to the right,
the smell of his feet is like an aphrodisiac. The taste is sweet,
clean, but rugged like a man's feet should taste.
He stays silent throughout out the 45 minutes I am at his feet.
I then reach into my pocket and grab the napkin from the restaurant
and throw it onto his chest. He looks up and sees the napkin and
says, “what is this for?” I tell him, “just returning
the favor.” He looks at me puzzled, and before he can respond
to ask me what I mean, I get off the ottoman, and kneel in front
of him. I lean over him and put my finger on his lips to stop him
from saying anything. I got back down and begin to run my hands
up his legs in between his thighs. He looks at me with a slight
smile and you can tell he knows what I am going to do. As I am kneeling
front of him, and running my hands up the inside of his thighs,
he takes his right socked foot and rubs it against my now hard cock.
He doesn’t wiggle his toes or anything; he just slides it
back and forth.
I can feel the top of his foot pressing against my balls as he slides
it in and out. I stop for a moment and close my eyes and savor the
feeling of it on my cock once again. There’s no one around,
and it’s silent, just me and him and his feet in between my
legs. I lower myself and begin kiss the inside of his left thigh.
Running my tongue up and down his thigh, I can see I am definitely
having an effect on him as the outline of his cock begins to grow
and show through his navy pinstripe slacks. The stripes get more
and more distorted as his cock gets harder and harder. Then he begins
to wiggle his to toes on my balls, tickling them and using his big
toe and jamming it in the area between my balls and ass.
At that point, I have no choice but to go in. I begin to kiss the
outline of his cock and run my lips along the outline of the shaft.
Finding my way up to the tip of the outline, he then lets out a
little moan and begins to slide his right foot further down into
my thighs past my balls. His big toe sticking up he teases my ass
with it through my pants more and more as I kiss his shaft and head.
I unbuckle his belt and slide it out from his pants. I undo his
button and zipper and open him up to reveal white Emporio Armani
briefs. They form so nicely against his tanned body, smooth, bright
white, and the black band perfectly sitting on his waist to form
the letters of the name in a straight line. I can see a moist spot
at the head of his cock through the briefs and kiss the spot. Meanwhile,
he throws his left leg over my shoulder and wiggles his toes against
my right ear, trying to grab it with his foot. His right leg has
made its way back up to my cock and sliding his toes up and down
my hard shaft once again. After a few minutes of kissing and licking
through his underwear, I slowly pull it down to reveal his tanned
smooth cut cock. His hair is neatly trimmed around and the size
is perfect. I go down on him to suck him and as I do, his toes start
to curl.
I can feel it on my cock and then let loose for a split second off
of my shaft and then curl harder to grasp me. I let out a little
moan, as it stings me for a second, but it is a good kind of sting.
I begin to lash my tongue out against the bottom of his shaft and
he begins to squirm in his chair. I start to suck harder and harder
and his left foot stops playing with my ear. I let up for a second
and look over and his left dress socked foot is fully extended out.
His toes are pointing across the room and don’t budge. His
right foot has stopped stroking me for a second. I go back down
on him to suck him so more, licking his shaft, making my way down
to his balls. His right foot let’s go of me and I can feel
his toes pointing outward as well. I start to go faster and faster
as Roger moves in his chair along with the motion of my head. I
grab his right foot and throw it over my shoulder.
I then reach back over my shoulders and grab the ends of his feet,
cupping the tips of his toes in each of my hands, as I continue
to suck harder and harder, and feeling the motion roger makes in
the chair along with my head, he then lets out a moan and cums into
my mouth. His toes are locked in an outward position as he cums.
He shakes and squirms in his chair and I can feel his dress socked
feet trembling in my hands. I am rubbing them with my thumbs as
he finishes and I let up on him. I take the napkin off his chest
and spit some out onto it and wipe my mouth. As I let up his feet
get closer to my face and I take one last suck on his toes to match
up with the remaining cum in my mouth, and the taste is exhilarating.
Sweet leather and cum taste mixed together is one I won’t
forget easily. I put his legs down and he sits up, closer to the
edge of the chair and gives me a long kiss, lashing his tongue in
my mouth as if to taste what I taste.
The night ends up with us together at his place, sleeping in nothing
but our socks.
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