I work at a large downtown bank. Because of an increase in my responsibilities and workload, management recently approved my request for a secretary. Being a stickler for efficiency, I took it upon myself to personally interview the candidates. After all was said and done, I had selected Serena, a petite brunette. In addition to the experience and organizational skills I sought, Serena had a pretty figure and an angelic face with deep green eyes.

Things went along just fine. Serena was a hard worker: very efficient, very professional. As the dress code dictated, she always wore a conservative blue blazer and skirt, taupe hose and black pumps. Underneath that image, I suspected, there might be another side to her.

We were working late one Tuesday night and were getting a bit worn down. Since it was after hours, I had taken off my suit coat, rolled up my sleeves and loosened my tie. I told Serena to get comfortable too. She took off her blazer. It was the first time I really noticed how her perky breasts projected from her chest. I felt a stirring in my groin. I tried to concentrate on my work, but Serena just kept popping into my mind. I got up to stretch. Walking down the hall, I saw Serena. She had kicked off her shoes and was massaging her feet. That was a turn-on for me. I seized the opportunity to have some fun.

“I’ve been known to give a good massage,” I said. She looked up and smiled. “I’d like that very much, Floyd.”

I pulled up a chair and Serena placed her feet on my lap. She had tiny feet. I noticed that the hose she was wearing had reinforced toes and heels. I smiled and started to massage her right foot. My fingers slid on the silky material. “That feels so good,” she said. “My feet were just killing me.”

As I continued the massage, I noticed that Serena’s posture was shifting. It seemed that she was stretching out in her chair. Also, her skirt was hiking itself up, giving me a glimpse of her thigh. I saw heaven. There, barely inching out from under her skirt, was a stocking top and the end of a garter strap. My cock stiffened. “Serena, I think you may want to adjust your skirt,” I said, trying to be a gentleman. She blushed and attempted to cover her stocking tops. “I can’t remember the last time I met a lady who wore stockings rather than pantyhose,” I commented.

Serena smiled. “I never liked pantyhose. Putting on a garter belt and stockings gives me more freedom. They make me feel sexier!”

By now my hand had moved from her foot and was caressing her shapely calf. Serena lifted her other foot, pointed her toes suggestively and placed her foot on my crotch. I thought I’d go crazy when she began sliding her foot on my hard-on.

“Maybe I can give you a different kind of massage,” she suggested. She told me to move my chair near her desk. Then she sat on top of her desk, facing me. She hiked up her skirt to fully expose her garters and her lovely stocking-clad legs. Placing both feet on my crotch, she began to slowly rub. I moaned.

“You should take out your cock so I can tickle it,” she said. I freed my cock from the confines of my pants. It sprang to full attention. “Mmm, your cock is bigger than my foot,” she giggled. She nestled my rod between her soles. It was a combination of sensations. One was the heat of her feet, and the other was the coolness of the silky fabric that encased them. I was going wild. Serena could see how turned on I was and kept up her massaging pace. “Such a beautiful cock. I bet there’ll be some stains on my stockings before the night is over.”

I reached down and grabbed her left ankle, raising her foot toward my mouth. I flicked my tongue up and down her sole. Then I started to suck on her toes. The more I sucked, the more she rubbed my cock. I was fascinated with Serena’s feet. At one point I had nearly half of one in my mouth! The more we continued this sex play, the faster Serena’s breathing became. I noticed that the crotch of her panties was wet. “Getting excited, Serena?”

“Yes, my pussy feels so wet, and it looks like your cock is enjoying my massage. You’ve been oozing some juice.”

I saw that I was indeed oozing pre-come. Her toes were rubbing it on my cockhead and shaft. “You were right, Serena,” I said. “You do have some stains on your stockings.” She licked her lips and then said that the best was yet to come. I wanted to dive between her thighs and lick her pussy clean, but the stimulation my cock was receiving was pure ecstasy.

“Unbutton your blouse and show me your titties,” I ordered her. Without interrupting her massage, she took off her blouse. She had on a lacy bra that barely covered her breasts. She pinched a nipple through the fabric, teasing herself. Then she popped her left breast from the cup. Her nipple was simply delectable, the most enticing morsel I’ve ever seen. “Serena, I don’t know what to chew on first, your pussy or your tits.”

“For now, just sit back and let me take care of you,” she said. She removed her bra.

“Serena, I can feel the pressure building in my groin. I’ll be coming soon,” I said. Her massaging became more rapid.

“Go ahead, Floyd, come on my feet. I want to feel your hot come on my toes. Spray them with your come.”

That was it. I erupted with tremendous force. Streams of semen cascaded all over those precious tootsies. Serena rubbed them together, smearing my come all over her stockinged feet. Then she brought one foot to my mouth. “Mmm, want to try some?” she said, offering me her foot. I could not believe that within seconds, this petite woman had me licking my own come from her stocking. I loved it!

Serena continues to tease me with little sexual escapades. She’ll take off her shoes and rub my crotch as we sit in restaurants or as I drive around town. She has even teased me during conferences with the bank’s executive board. She loves the attention I give her stockinged feet.