The Executive
(Posted on Tuesday, August 1, 2000)
This story was submitted anonymously.

This is a real life story: At the beginning of my professional life, I joined one of the top U.S. investment banks. I soon noticed that one of the most senior HR people really liked me, and I thought it was srictly on a professional basis. But I remember one meeting that I attended where she made a point of showing me that she was wearing garters. And as far as I understood there was no reason whatsoever for me to be at that meeting. She invited me of her own will and authority (she had lots of it).

Even though I liked small, well cared stockinged feet, nothing came of it at the time as I was dating someone else. In retrospect, I barely noticed her. As the years went by, we became friends.

One day I invited her to my new condo. She came at around 9 p.m., very well dressed as usual, and wearing pumps but no stockings. All she was wearing was a pair of silky touch pantyhose with reinforced toes as I would soon find out. She suggested that we sit on the floor and removed her shoes. After drinking a few glasses of champagne, I mustered the courage to massage her feet and legs. She did not react.

Her toes were painted red and her feet were very soft. I had a tremendous hard-on. As she was getting ready to leave, she slipped her shoes on and I knelt in fron of her. I removed one shoe and kissed her foot. We spent hours together, but I had to relieve myself alone. I changed jobs soon after that, but I still remember her delicious feet.