High Heel Footjob: Red Stilettos Excite and Please

I used my red stilettos for a sexy high heel footjob.

A high heel footjob never looked so sexy & delicious! See, I had experience teasing with my sexy heels whenever I wore them in the office. And I was used to the attention they would garner and the wanting, lustful eyes from one of my co-workers. Brian certainly had a foot or shoe fetish; I loved enticing him. Since I mostly sat at my computer while in the office, I started wearing my sexiest pairs of heels. I wore sexy, tall heels I usually saved for a night out. My coworker soon noticed, and I would catch him admiring my shoes throughout the day. My stilettos ranged from black or red leather to ‘crocodile skin’ patterns!

I could tell he was progressively more smitten with my shoe collection. Of course, it wouldn’t ALL be gorgeous and enticing high-heels. But every few days, I’d wear a new stunning pair that peeked out from the depths of my closet. Click, click, click. The sound of my heels reverberated down the pale wood laminate floors of the hallways. As I made my way past his office, I knew what I’d find. He would look busy on his computer, but if I kept my head turned away or looked busy with my phone, he would hungrily eyeball my heels. The glass floor-to-ceiling separators that made up half of his office walls gave him quite an extended peek at them, too. He must have been fervently daydreaming of a high heel footjob by then.

So, I strutted along shamelessly.

Of course, the rest of the outfit was always sexy to match. Pencil skirts were made to show off our curvy figures, right? So I readily put them to use and hiked them up, so they showed off just a little more of my thighs. I knew I was driving this specific co-worker mad with my heels. The rest of the guys were enjoying the eye candy in their own way. But Brian, in particular, was smitten with the heels I wore. Sometimes, I wondered if he knew I wore them just to watch him fawn over them from a distance. I knew I was feeding his foot fetish, and he was desperate for a high heel footjob. Eventually, I made my move.

I set up an impromptu meeting with him just after lunch. After all, most people would be out of the office around that time. He loved to shut his blinds to enjoy a little privacy as he ate and watched some shows on his computer. And that’s when I made my move. I strutted in, unfortunately interrupting his little de-stress time. But as he saw that it was me and caught a glimpse of my tall, red high heels, he readily forgave it all. I flashed a little smile and shut the door and blinds behind me, subtly locking it. And within seconds, I sat in the chair opposite him, nonchalantly kicking my legs up to rest my heels on the edge of his desk.

Immediately, a high heel footjob was the first thing on his mind.

The red leather! The stiletto heel! Oh, those pretty pedicured toes and the peekaboo tips! It was like a flashbang to his senses, sensory overload clouding his judgment. He even stammered as he spoke, just asking me what he owed the surprise visit to. And all I gave him was a little smile, playing coy as I twirled my ankle around. His eyes tried not to follow the sight of my toes twirling and the stiletto heel twisting with them. However, he was hopeless. “Brian.. you’re not subtle at all..” I taunted him, finally getting up from my seat. A simple relocation to the other side of his desk made his fantasies rapidly come to life. Because as I sat on the edge and rested my heels over his lap, all he could think about was a high heel footjob.

It didn’t take much teasing at all. As I grazed the tip of my shoes over his belt, he took it as a wordless command and eagerly undid it. Then, as I let the tip of the stilettos trace down his zipper, he tugged it down too. It was magical how easily he would obey without me saying a word out loud. I let his dreams of a high heel footjob come to life, one inch at a time. I dragged the stiletto tips over his boxers to pull them down a bit, enough of a cue for him to tug them down. His eyes lit up as I started stroking his cock slowly, letting him indulge in the visual and the feeling of the rich red leather tracing along his cock.

He was hypnotized with every touch.

He even stroked himself a little, far too excited to let me do all the work…  What a naughty boy! Would you have wanted to cum on my heels or my pretty toes?

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