Saint to Slut in Just Seven Days Ch. 04

"I'm sorry. My mind was somewhere else entirely right then."

Yeah, it was laying back on your desk with my legs spread while you ate my pussy until your face was covered in my cum. I wished I could have said that out loud. It was, however, only in my imagination said that caused my pussy to clench and tingle.

Thankfully he just laughed, but then his eyes took another long slow tour of my body and lingered on my thighs. My body responded and I felt my thighs begin to separate as I went to give him a better view of what he so obviously wanted to see. I managed to stop them before they went too far but I certainly gave him a glimpse of a lot more thigh than I planned to yet. He subconsciously licked his lips and another tingle went through me as I imagined him licking my lips, both pairs.

"It must be the day for it, I have had the same problem all day."

He managed to tear his eyes away from my thighs and back to my eyes as he spoke. I could see the flame of desire burning in his eyes and his reaction when his eyes met mine. I did not doubt that he could see the same desire in mine. The sexual tension seemed to ratchet up a notch and the temperature in the room also seemed to go up.

"I.. I, ahh. I. I. I um. Shit. I've gotta go, I'll be back in a while. Ahh, you can hold

the fort down while I... Ahh while I'm out?"

I giggled as he stumbled over his words and struggled to keep his eyes on mine instead of letting them slide down over my body. I know I wasn't helping in that I kept letting my thighs part just enough to give him a glimpse of my inner thighs but not much else. I wanted to show him more though, knowing my pussy was naked and that just a slight shift of my chair would show him my most intimate parts, but I was still reluctant to risk my job. I felt so torn and frustrated. In one of the moments where his eyes were firmly fixed on my thighs I glanced down at his crotch and I could see his swollen cock, outlined by his form-fitting trousers. It was a battle I wanted to lose but I had to almost physically restrain myself from reaching out and taking it in my hand. I wanted to squeeze it and hear him moan as I felt his cock swell in my hand.

"Oh, God, I've really got to go."

He turned and walked out the door as fast as he could without actually running. I licked my lips as I watched his tight ass as he strode out of the room. It took a moment but I eventually snapped back to reality. It was then that I had that slightly sinking feeling that maybe I had pushed it too far and that there would be terrible consequences for my actions this time.

All the doubt in the world came crashing in. Had I read the whole situation wrong? Was he angry and flustered and that's why he stormed out the door? As time went on, I felt more and more certain that I had fucked up and I was in deep trouble. By the time Stefan returned about an hour later I had all but convinced myself that I needed to apologise to him. When he walked into the room, he was blushing but he seemed happy to see me nonetheless, which only left me feeling more confused than ever.

The afternoon dragged by but the longer it drew out with no word from Stefan the more I felt myself relax and feel a bit safer. Perhaps I had misread the whole thing. Finally, the never-ending afternoon began to draw to a close and just before the end of my shift Stefan called me into his office. Instantly the fear that had begun to abate came roaring back as I packed up my bag ready for the commute home. I trudged towards his office feeling nauseous with fear and dread, convinced I was about to lose my job. I took a deep breath, steadied myself and knocked on the door. Normally I would just knock and enter but my fear made me wait until he called out.

"Come in."

I closed the door behind myself, even though I was positive that no one was going to walk into the office, I didn't want anyone to hear me being rebuked. I looked over to Stefan and I was surprised to see him smiling. What's more, he was looking slightly sheepish and nervous himself. Before he could announce whatever doom I was in for though, I was determined to apologise and acknowledge my fault. I wanted to apologise, not just to try and save my job but because if I had misread the whole situation then my behaviour had been terrible.

"I, ahh."

"Come in and sit down."

It was a friendly invitation, not a command and it left me feeling even more confused. I walked over to the chair opposite him and sat down, very demurely and showing as little thigh as possible. I looked back at him and this time he had a little frown. I tried again.

"I, ah."

"I need to talk to you about something Sam, and it's... Well, this is not going to be an easy conversation for me."

Oh, fuck. Here it is.

"Look, I'm really sorry for..."

"Please, don't."

I looked up at him confused again.

"Please, don't talk for a moment. This is awkward enough and I need to get this out."

I waited in silence for a moment, feeling my face get redder by the second. He stood up from his chair and began pacing in front of that window with the great view but that particular view held nothing for him right at this moment.

"I could be hanging myself here so please be gentle on me if I am barking up the wrong tree. Today something happened that I'm not proud of and I'm not sure how much you noticed. I have been finding myself more and more distracted by... Well by you and your umm..."

He was blushing like crazy now and I knew exactly what he was distracted by but he had asked me not to speak so I was going to let him say what he had to say. I sat there as patiently as I could waiting for him but I couldn't help but feel a little smirk cross my face as I watched him struggle. A thought occurred to me then. If I can't say anything and he's going to fire my ass anyway I might as well make it worthwhile. I subtly slipped a little further forward in my chair, scooting my butt forward a bit but making sure there was enough pressure to make the material of my skirt stick to the material of the chair I was sitting on. His eyes widened as more of my thighs came slowly into view. He was stammering and not making a whole lot of sense as he tried to explain what he had found so distracting.

"You. Umm. Your, ahhh. Um."

My legs slowly began to separate and his eyes were fixed on my thighs as little by little, more of my inner thighs were revealed to him. Had he squatted down at this point he would have been able to see my bare, wet pussy. Instead, he stood there with his cock visibly hardening in front of me. In my mind, a fantasy began to play out. I wonder what he would do if I reached forward and pulled his fly down. Would he stop me? Would he put an end to it if I fished his cock out and began stroking it or took it into my mouth?

"Oh, God. You're distracting me with your delicious-looking thighs."

I gave an exaggerated look down as though surprised to see so much of my flesh on display. I was unable to prevent the smile that crossed my face though. He had called them delicious.

"I am so sorry. Shall I hide them away? Cover them up? Do they offend you?"

"Please, don't."

He whispered.

"Do you like seeing what's between them?"

It was like all sense of control had left him.

"I want to, yes."

He seemed almost hypnotised by them at this point. He simply couldn't take his eyes off them. I opened them a little more and slid further forward. Giving him the view we both wanted him to see. I could feel my pussy tingling as his eyes widened and scanned my pussy thoroughly.

"Oh, my God! Yes."

He was whispering.

"So you like me to show myself?"

"Yes."

His eyes never left my pussy and I could see his cock throbbing in his pants.

"Mmm, good. I like you looking."

He finally tore his eyes away from my pussy and looked into mine.

"Really?"

"Yes. I like people to look at me. I want people to want me."

"I want you."

"I want people to want to taste me, to touch me, to fantasise about fucking me. Did you fantasise about fucking me today?"

"Yes."

"Did you stroke your cock while you thought about fucking me?"

"I'm so sorry, but yes."

"Don't be sorry, did you cum for me?"

I could feel my pussy swelling and my juices were practically dripping out now.

"Oh, God. Yes. Yes, I did."

"Mmm, it's such a shame I didn't get to see that."

Suddenly the worst possible sound you could hear in a moment like this shrilled through the room. The insistent, passion-killing, sound of a phone ringing noisily. It was one of those stupid tones businesses use that just can't be ignored. It was like a spell had been broken. He turned to look at the phone and the displayed number. His shoulders slumped.

"I am so sorry, but I can't ignore this one."

I sat still and watched him as he walked around the desk and picked up the phone.

"Hello, Mamma. No, it's alright, I will be there soon."

I felt that the situation had cleared quite a bit and that my understanding of it was much better now. I felt more confident in teasing him and letting him know that I wanted him. We had reached make or break level now and I was going all in. My heart was pounding in my chest but I tried my best to look confident and sexy.

The room was very quiet and I could easily make out the sound of his mother as she started to talk to him and it quickly became obvious that this woman was not one for brief conversations. I looked up at the clock on the wall and a wave of mild panic and disappointment swept over me. I had missed my normal train home and what's more, I would have to hurry if I was going to catch the next one. The next one was the last one for the day and if I missed that one, I would be paying a king's ransom to catch a taxi all the way home. I stood up and quickly walked around the desk. I could still hear his mother talking at a hundred miles an hour in a thick Italian accent. I leaned in close to him and placed my lips right against his other ear.

"We will continue this conversation later, but in the mean-time, I want you to know that I want you too."

I kissed his ear and felt a shiver run through him, I then ran my fingertip across his top lip. I walked back around the desk and picked up my bag then watched as the realisation of what I had just done registered in his eyes. I winked at him as his eyes went wide and the tip of his tongue traced his lip where I had just touched him. I turned, lifted my skirt over my ass then strutted out of the room. I knew I was taking a huge risk walking out of his office with my ass and pussy bared but I was also pretty confident that no one would be in the entry. Besides, the risk was the thrill after all.

I closed the office door behind me and straightened my skirt. I made sure I had everything with me and then hurried out to the elevator. I was smiling to myself as I stood in the elevator and I couldn't resist sucking clean the finger that I had dipped into my pussy before wiping it across Stefan's lip. I fantasised about tasting my cum on his lips down to the lobby. When I stepped off the elevator I looked up at the large clock in the atrium and realised the situation was far more dire than I had thought.

I was feeling very frustrated, it was fun and quite erotic to edge so much, and there was definitely a perverse pleasure in teasing Stefan so much. The teasing I was doing to myself as a consequence just added fuel to the already roaring bonfire that was my libido. I was also frustrated that I had had to run out of there before anything else could happen. Granted, it was probably a smart move not to have done the things I wanted to do, but it was frustrating. Added to that was the fact that if I didn't

run now, and I mean literally run, I would miss the last train home and I wasn't sure there was enough money left in my account for an Uber or taxi to get me home.

I stopped long enough to slip my high-heeled work shoes off and shove them unceremoniously into my bag then I set out at a fast jog. It was becoming painfully obvious that the bra I was wearing was not a sports bra and this was one of those moments I was grateful that I'm not a particularly large-breasted woman but it was still bad enough. Between that and the hot concrete on my bare feet, I was beginning to suffer by the time I got to the station.

I ran down the stairs, trying not to knock an old lady flying in the process. I skipped and twirled my way through the turnstiles and out onto the platform. I came to a halt, momentarily afraid it had all been for nought and that I had missed the train anyway but then felt the familiar low rumble and the squeal from somewhere down the tunnel that signified the train was almost here. I sighed in relief as I pulled my shoes out of my bag. I placed my feet back into them and seconds later the train pulled up in front of me. The doors slid open and I waited while a couple of people got off onto the platform. I stepped onto the train and looked around, noticing there were a lot more people than the one I usually caught home and I again cursed the fact that I had missed it.

I looked around the carriage, initially looking for a seat, then realised I was also looking for my "friend", my fellow traveller that I was so used to seeing twice a day now until I remembered that he would have been on the earlier train as well. Oh well, just one more downside to missing that train. It was at that moment that I realised just how much I had come to enjoy the teasing trip to and from work every day. I mused over the fact that life sure changed in a hurry when the train lurched and I reached out to grab for the rail. I had a heart-stopping moment as I thought I had missed it and was about to fall over but I just managed to grab hold as the train took off.

I smiled to myself as I imagined the embarrassment that would have ensued if I had missed the pole. In my mind, I went flying backwards, falling on my ass as my legs went up in the air showing all the passengers my bare ass and pussy. I was sure some would enjoy the view and there was a part of me that would enjoy showing them but I also knew that showing this many people all at once would end up being a negative thing. People tend to be a lot more self-righteous when they feel they have a crowd or an audience backing them. I was musing over the scene in my head when just a couple of minutes later the train began to slow down for the next station.

I strengthened my grip on the pole and for some reason looked around the carriage again. There was a woman around the same age as me waving at me trying to get my attention. When I looked at her she smiled and beckoned me over. I carefully made my way from seat to seat over to where she was. The train had almost slowed to a stop now.

"This gentleman is getting off at this station if you want his seat."

She had a hopeful look in her eye and I assumed that she felt safer having a woman sitting opposite her than a man. Perhaps she had had some bad experiences on the train before. As the train pulled up at the station the man stood up and smiled at me. He waved his arm, guiding me to the newly vacated seat. I smiled back at him in thanks, shuffled in, and sat down opposite the woman. I sighed as I sat down and took the weight off my feet. The woman smiled at me in sympathy.

"Long day in heels?"

I smiled and nodded.

"Not to mention a barefoot run to make sure I caught the last train. My feet are killing me."

"Oh, God. You poor thing."

She looked around and then back at me.

"I know how weird this sounds and I know it's a weird circumstance but I am a remedial masseur. I work for the Arthro Sports Clinic. I would be happy to give you a foot rub."

She could see the hesitation creeping into my eyes and hurried to add.

"Don't feel you have to say yes, I know it's an odd situation, I am just offering because I can see you're suffering."

I wasn't sure how to feel about it. It was such a bizarre situation and no matter how much I wanted her to I couldn't help but wonder how the other commuters would feel about it. While I was mulling it over the train began to slow again and it dawned on me that the train I usually caught was an express that only had three stops for my forty-five-minute commute. The last train of the day, the one I was on right now, stopped at all stations and it was going to be a long ride home.

"Are you sure? You don't think people will think it's weird?"

The other girl laughed.

"Have you seen the weird shit that goes on on these trains? A foot massage is positively normal."

I laughed and had the thought that perhaps my own behaviour on the train lately is possibly the weird shit she was talking about.

"Well, it's hard to argue with that logic. My feet have been in shoes for most of the day though and I ran barefoot through the streets, they're probably a bit manky."

Again, the girl laughed.

"I do remedial massage on sportsmen that have come straight off the field. Sweaty doesn't bother me in the slightest and some of the elderly people and people with disabilities have the scariest-looking feet you can imagine. Think eagle talons protruding from a reptile's feet and you would be close. Believe me, I wouldn't have offered if I minded."

I watched the doors slide closed on the train while I decided. Several people got off at this stop but only one or two got on and I figured this would be the way of it for the majority of the trip. My stop was the last on the line and it was a safe assumption there would be fewer people on the train by the time I finally got there. I was tempted by the kind offer from the attractive woman. There was something almost pleading about the offer, as though it was more than just an offer of kindness. I wanted to do this for myself but there was something that made me want to do it for her too. I couldn't help but be curious about this, it felt like there was more to this than met the eye. I looked her right in the eye and asked her quite seriously.

"Do you want this?"

I placed a gentle emphasis on the "you" and, as though she seemed to understand exactly what I was referring to, she blushed slightly and nodded. Although she looked a little embarrassed by the admission her voice came across as nonchalant.

"Sure. Why not?"

I smiled at her and then bent forward, slipping my shoes off again and slipping them back in the bag. I gave my feet a quick wipe as though removing the grime I imagined to be there. I looked at them and realised that the were a bit dirty but they weren't as grotty as I had thought they would be. I sat back upright and gave the woman one last "Are you sure" look and received a quick nod and a smile. I lifted my foot and was suddenly unsure where to put it, but that was quickly sorted as the woman reached out and cradled my foot gently in her right hand. I noticed a wedding band on her ring finger as her left hand smoothed over the top of my foot. The woman scooted forward a bit and I did the same making it easier and more comfortable for us both. She kept her thighs together creating a cradle in which rested my calf and heel. The moment she began rubbing my foot I realised that she knew exactly what she was doing.

I was transported almost instantly into a place of relaxation and relief. A small quiet moan of pleasure escaped me and I noticed a smile creep across the woman's face in response. She went to work on me and I felt my eyes rolling back and my eyelids slipped closed as I revelled in the delicious feeling. The woman slowly but knowingly massaged every inch of my foot and then began massaging my calf as well. I was feeling so good and I felt myself relaxing all over. The further up my leg she went, though, the more intimate it began to feel.

It snuck up on me but I realised that the massage was beginning to take on more than a relaxing feeling. It was so good though that I didn't mind at all. Once again, my imagination took over and a small scenario was playing out that was a lot more erotic than what was actually happening. I was a little bit shocked that another woman's touch was turning me on this much. Admittedly, I had been very turned on all day and it was probably because of that but I also found that I didn't mind at all, it was actually kind of exciting. I opened my eyes and glanced around the carriage and realised that there were a lot fewer people on this carriage now than when I first got on. How long had I been here? How many stops had there been?