Lilly’s Blog

Chapter One

I’ve always been a leg man.

Especially when those legs are a bit curvy, and have nylons on.

Nylons. What a beautiful, old-fashioned word. To me, the very word conjures up a film noir movie, with the femme fatale in very red lipstick, a stylized hairdo, padded shoulders, and of course, nylons.

Black nylons with a seam running down the back, and a knitted heel and toe. A knitted toe that partially obscures red painted toenails, as red as her lips and her fingernails.

I love everything about women. I love the way they walk in heels, the way they cross their luscious legs, the way they smell, the way they purse their lips. But especially I love their lingerie. Nylons, panties, bras.

I am the owner of a small business. Unlike many men, I do truly like women, and I think they know that instinctively. I love to look at my female employees, but have never gone any farther.

I hired an especially gorgeous lady about three months ago. She is about 5′7″, maybe 125, 130. Nice tits and ass, but oooh those legs! No pants for her. A dress every day.

Sometimes she would wear a business suit with a short skirt. Sometimes she would wear a silk wrap-around dress that hugged her tiny waist, and show the outline of her garter belt on her thighs. I especially loved to see her bend over in that one.

Sometimes she would wear an A-line skirt that was almost skin tight. The skirt itself went to below her knees, but was slit up the front and back almost up to the top of her nylons. And then she would cross her legs in that skirt. You could see the top of her hose then, as well as a bit of soft white thigh, if you were lucky. Along with this she would wear a white silk blouse, that you could see her white lace pushup demi bra underneath. The bra would be cut down to her nipples almost. I began to turn the heat down quite low, just so it would be chilly and those nipples would stick out.

Within a month’s time, I had promoted her to my personal administrative assistant. Tongues were wagging, but I didn’t care.

She would always wear her clothing in a certain sequence, on certain days, and I soon realized that Thursday was the day that she always wore her slit A-line skirt. I decided it was high time that I institute a weekly scheduled meeting with my assistant in my office to touch base. On Thursdays of course.

Every week, my cock would already be slightly tumescent with excitement even before our meetings. And it would go up another notch as soon as she came in, sat down and crossed her legs.

I always had her sit beside me, behind our desk, rather than across from it, so we could “put our heads together.” Haha. That’s not what the body parts I actually fantasized about putting together.

Once seated, she would cross those luscious legs, and always the left over the right. That way I got a good look at her left inner thigh as that slit would rise higher and higher. She would dangle her high heeled pump on her toes, as her pump heel would almost hit the floor. The curve of her leg, the site of her knitted Cuban heel as her shoe dropped down nearly drove me insane. As soon as I saw the arch of her foot, I always thought about running my tongue there. And not stopping…

I literally had to white-knuckle my hands onto the chair arms to keep from touching my tingling, oozing cock.

And then she would jiggle that foot. And as she jiggled, her pump would start to jiggle off. I would see first a bit of knitted toe, then her piggie with its painted red toenail. And as she jiggled, each plump white toe would reveal itself a little at a time, up to the tonail, peeping through the black knitted toe, as the shoe would slide off that toe. And then on to the next one, till finally, her shoe was dangling by her big toe alone, still jiggling. How she managed to keep that shoe on and her big toe hidden, I have no idea, but I was grateful. If that shoe had fallen to the floor and revealed her entire foot, I probably would have cum all over myself.

Today started out no different. I was pretending to work at my computer as she came in. I could hear her pumps clicking on the floor. And then the soft slithering sounds of her legs as she sat down and crossed her legs. And of course let her shoe dangle.

Today would have been no different from the rest I think, except that I simply could not concentrate. All I could think of was licking, licking, touching, holding, smelling. Starting at her toes and working my way up.

“Mr. Jones, are you ok?” she asked, a slight smirk on her face.

I know she knew what I was thinking. Women like that always do.

I barely sputtered out the words “Ummm yes, of course, Ms. Wilson. I’m fine. Let’s get onto those reports, shall we?” But then my mind went blank. What reports? What business? All I could think of was leg, heel, toes, leg, lick, pussy, cock. Throbbing cock.

And then it happened. No she didn’t drop her shoe. Instead she carefully uncrossed her leg, and slipping her foot out of her shoe, put her nyloned foot up to the inside of my knee. Just touching her toes to the inside of my thigh, she slowly, ever so slowly, began to move up my thigh….

“Yes, Mr. Jones?”

Chapter Two

So there I am, with this luscious beauty I’ve dreamed about, wanked off to many nights, with her toes up against my leg. Not only that they are slowly traveling, a quarter inch at a time, up my leg, up to my cock. Up to that spreading wet spot.

Bulls-eye.

Then, about a half-inch before she gets to it, she said in a low, steady voice. “Unlock your hands from the arms of that chair. And pick up my leg with one hand. With the other, caress my foot, and bring it to your mouth.”

Oh lord. I nearly spurted then.

But I did as she said. I put one hand under that beautifully shaped calf, and the other around the arch and top of her foot. Her foot and her leg, with their full weight resting in my hands, felt even better than I had dreamed.

And then I guided her foot to my mouth, stopping first at my nose, just so I could smell her toes.

Ahhh, that smell. Not a bad smell at all, but a lusty, full smell of a woman who spent most of her day on her feet in the same pair of shoes. An aroma that can not be imagined unless you are a connoisseur of women’s feet as I am. I put the pads of those plump little toes to my mouth, noticing as I did, that now I could see all the way up her leg, past the top of her black nylons, and all of her white thigh above. All the way to the promised land.

“Now lick,” she commanded.

And so I licked. Sticking my tongue out about an inch, I started licking across the pads of her toes, and then underneath, using my tongue to push her nylon into the little crevice there. As I did that, she popped her big toe into my mouth, and I started sucking on it.

Almost as if they had a life of their own, my hands began caressing up and down her calf in those silky nylons, from her ankle to the little pulse point underneath her knee. I had often dreamed about kissing that pulse point, and now realized it was a distinct possibility.

As I did that, she slipped out of her other shoe, and raised that foot up to the inside of my leg, where her other foot had been just moments before. This time, she went for the jugular. She ran those toes lightly across the oh-so sensitive, leaking head of my cock, and then played them up the throbbing shank, up to my aching balls, where she forced her toes under them.

That did it. I came all over myself.

She immediately pulled both her legs away from me, and put her shoes on, as I tried to cover the spreading cum stain with my hands.

And then she laughed, a low, sarcastic chuckle.

“What’s the matter, Mr. Jones? Can’t control your bodily functions?

“I do believe that we have ourselves a dilemma here. If I were to run out of this office, screaming that you tried to take advantage of me at the top of my lungs, who do you think the roomful of women out there would believe? Me or you?”

I couldn’t do anything but sputter.

“I believe that we are going to need a standing arrangement of some sort, Mr. Jones. One where I come into your office every day, and we work on training those bodily functions of yours.” she said, licking those luscious lips.

“But for now, I’m afraid you’re confined to your office for the rest of the day, or at least till that stain dries a bit,” she chuckled.

“Oh and while you’re sitting in here cooling your jets, Mr. Jones, think about a nice big fat raise for me for ‘services rendered.’”

And so that is what I did. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to come out of my office the rest of the day, as I was either hard, or leaking, or actively jacking off.

This is what this woman has done to me.

Chapter Three

Lilly came in to my office the next day. She had on a new dress, a tight little cashmere number that did not go much past the tops of her nylons, and she had on high-heeled strappy sandals. I had been hard since I had arrived at my office that morning, and this did nothing to alleviate my condition.

She walked over to her chair next to my desk and sat down, crossing her long shapely legs.

“Kneel down on the floor,” she commanded. It was obvious to us both who was in charge here.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, not even realizing that I was going to say that. It felt so right though.

I did.

“Now I want you to start licking my toes through my stockings….. That’s it, good boy. Take off my both my shoes…. Now lick down to my instep…. Now undo your belt and your pants, and pull them down to your knees…. Oh my, my, we are excited today aren’t we?”

I was. I was throbbing. I started touching myself through my shorts.

“Now did I say you could touch yourself? Nooo, I did not. I will touch you instead, but do not cum.”

She ran her toes all over the front of my shorts, playing, touching, manipulating my hard cock. Then with just her toes, she opened my boxers and pulled them down to my knees. I was about to explode.

“Now I want you to continue licking… all the way up my calf… now up to my knee, now my thigh… that’s it. Yesssss…”

I knew she was getting excited the way she was squirming, as well as the fact that I could smell her excitement, and feel the heat coming off of her crotch.

She put her hands on my head, and guided my licking tongue up against the tops of her nylons, up to her soft white thighs, spread open wide, up to her red silk panties, which were already quite wet. I licked the crotch of those panties, and while I did, she rubbed all over my balls with her nyloned toes.

She pulled aside the crotch of those panties, and I could now lick between those full, puffy shaved lips, into that slick red meat, into the promised land….

She stopped me for a moment, and pulled her panties off.

Then she wrapped those glorious thighs around my head, and rubbed herself on me as I stuck my tongue in an out of her pussy and licked all over her swollen, excited clit.

We both came at the same time, me spurting all over the floor and she, dribbling all over my face.

After I was done I sat back on the floor, pussy juice drying on my face, waiting further instructions.

She paid no attention to me at first, cleaning her self up, getting her shoes and her panties back on.

She finally looked at me.

“You may clean yourself up now, and put your clothes back on. We will have to work a bit on your technique but you will do fine, I think.

“In fact, I’ve been thinking a lot about us, Mr. Jones, and I’ve decided that I want you to put me a desk in your office. That way you will be at my beck and call…”

And so that is how it started.

I moved Lilly into my office. I got her a desk and a nice chair.

And most of the time, I am in here naked, or at least from the waist down. I spend my time, groveling on the floor in front of her, licking and pleasing my Goddess, touching those long shapely legs and thighs, those amazing feet, and licking, always licking.

And she runs the business. Lucky for me, she does a better job than I ever did. Of course I have to pay her a hefty salary, but what the hell? I’m happy. I know my place. And it is at my Goddess’ feet.