No orgasm, but...

"You remember I'm married," Amy said as she pulled off her sandals, swung her body around so she faced toward him, and up her right foot on the edge of his chair.

"Just a foot massage," Rick lied. "And relax. We're friends, right?"

Actually, he wasn't sure they really were friends. A friend would have called him, let him know what was going on in the company that had screwed him. Instead Amy, like the others, had concentrated on her own survival. He couldn't really blame her. After all, he might have done the same thing. Still, 'friends' might be pushing it.

He grasped her right foot and put it on his lap, then, before she could object to he proximity to his cock, he ran a knuckle down her instep... pressing hard enough that it wouldn't tickle but not so hard to really do serious massage.

He watched carefully as her nerves fired in response to his touch. Yeah, she might talk a good line about being happily married but she wasn't indifferent to him. Now that her crotch faced him, he was pretty sure he saw the hint of moisture there.

Well, he was going to multiply that.

He squeezed her baby toe and watched her react, then continued with one toe after another. He knew some girls liked that... and Amy was certainly one of those. Then he moved down to the ball of her foot, pressing harder, undoing the knots in that little muscle while he let his right hand slide up her calf.

She shuddered, opened her mouth to say something, but then stopped when he didn't press his advantage and move to explore her thigh. Instead he kept working on her foot, gradually moving from toes to heel and finally ankle.

"Oh." She gasped as he put her right foot down and reached for her left.

Some guys are turned on by feet. Rick didn't share that fetish, but he was rubbing his long-time office crush, getting her turned on, and creating a desire in her that he was pretty sure a footrub wouldn't solve. That was pretty much a turn-on even if the feet themselves were just feet. So, yeah, his dick hardened underneath the pressure of her foot on his groin.

He took his time with her left foot, again occasionally kneeding her calf with a free hand.

At first he wasn't sure if she felt his hardening dick but she shifted her foot a fraction of an inch to press on it. Whether she was conscious of it or not, she was reacting to his dick as well as his touch. Pretty sweet.

He ended with a little effleurage, to her calves leaving her panting and with per jeans having a clear wet stain in the crotch.

She hadn't cum, but he hadn't wanted her to. He wanted her horny and wanting more.

"Wow," she said. "I didn't know you could do that."

"Like I said, I'm going to be working at a new spa. I'll text you the address when it's set up. You can come by for a complimentary massage sometime when you're tense after a hard day of work."

"I'd like that."

He would make sure she liked it a lot. Enough so she would trust him with all the hot office gossip.

She put back on her sandals, then stood and hugged him, kissing him on the cheek. The kiss wasn't much. In fact, it felt like a test, to see if he would turn his lips to meet hers. But he wasn't ready to play that card. He wanted her begging for it rather than pushing him away for moving too fast. He certainly didn't miss the way he pressed her crotch against his hard dick as she hugged him, though, or the way her boobs yielded against his hard chest.

"I'm sorry they fired you, Rick. You were the best boss I ever had."

"No worries," he said. "I'm landing on my feet."

She swung her ass as she headed for the door and he wondered what her husband would think when she went home with that wet spot on the butt of her jeans.