Festive Cheer…
Friday, December 28th, 2007Now that I have managed to overcome my rather frustrating technical difficulties, I am proud to present my third blog entry, encompassing one of my hottest fantasies… Enjoy! 
Those of you that are regular readers you will be aware that I am the victim of a terrible affliction…I have a shoe fetish.
Therefore most of my fantasies involve me keeping my shoes on - and this one is no exception, having dreamed it up while wearing my new red shoes to my Christmas party last week…
Having been flirting with a manager at work for some time, I was looking forward to the office party, as I knew he would be there and clearly I couldn’t deny the Minx an opportunity to roam free…
I knew that he, like me, was a fellow shoe fetishist, and accordingly I decided to wear my highest shoes, which happened to be a pair of dazzling red stilettos… and obviously, being the Minx that I am I had to team it with my favourite pair of seamed stockings, my knowing that he loved seams was merely a small part of my delicious teasing plan for the evening…
I arrive wearing a short strapless black dress, and spot him immediately through the crowds of people talking to some colleagues. I decide to watch him from afar before making my approach. I stand by the bar, studying him, appraising his body beneath his black shirt and think about how his hands will feel on my thighs, my breasts, my neck.
He spies me at the bar, and I see his eyes widen as he looks me up and down, drinking in my outfit in full. He comes over and offers to buy me a drink. As he hands me my glass of wine our fingers touch, the feeling electric, I begin to get excited thinking about the outrageous flirting ahead.
After recovering his professional demeanour he leans in to give me a Christmas kiss on the cheek, and I subtly describe to him how aroused I already am. I hear his sharp intake of breath as he is surprised by my forwardness. We move into the dining area, and he engineers a seat next to me.
We make small talk throughout the meal, discussing work related issues with our colleagues. Throughout the meal I press my legs against his, and “accidentally” touch him while talking, during dessert I feel his hand high up on my thigh under the table , caressing my lacy stocking tops. He doesn’t even make eye contact with me as he does it, and neither of us misses a beat in our respective work conversations.
I move my thighs closer to him under the table and begin to rhythmically move my leg against his, slowly rubbing my fishnets against him. He squeezes my thigh to show his appreciation. I make my excuses and leave the table, knowing that he will follow.
I walk into the foyer, and slide into a chair in a dim corner, within minutes he arrives, and sits opposite me, admiring my legs and the lace stocking tops that have inadvertently come into view. I ask him to close his eyes and hold out his hands, which he obediently does. I place my damp lacy knickers into his outstretched hands.
He opens his eyes to study his gift, and his pleasure is written clearly over his face as he unfolds the lacy underwear. He grins and pockets my panties as I open my legs a little wider in my chair, revealing yet more of my lacy stocking tops.
I look over to him, his excitement becoming more obvious by the minute. With my back to the bar and a mischievous glint in my eyes, I slide my hand underneath the hem of my dress, ensuring he has a perfect view of my shaven, smooth pussy and my hand gliding up my thigh ever closer to its pulsating goal. I begin to move my hand higher up my inner thigh, checking his reactions with each movement. My pulse is racing as I grow yet wetter with the thrill of my teasing him mercilessly. I begin to slowly rub my clitoris, increasing the pressure ever so slightly with each circle of my fingers.
Watching his face and his reactions, his gasping and heavy breathing only turn me on more, and within minutes I begin to feel the familiar tightening of my muscles, each movement becoming a delicious friction. With a shudder, I come - my legs tightening and trapping my hand against my pussy. He, now very visibly turned on, is aching for me to touch him, I lean towards him and tell him that this was just the start of a three course treat, and stand up with my hand “accidentally” brushing his proud cock, I walk away back to the party leaving him open mouthed staring at me.
