A Tale of Unrequited Love, excerpt #2 from Protege Mistress

Despite being frequently summoned for clandestine visits to his manager’s apartment in the evenings, work felt surprisingly routine. He and Diane had running conversations that only paused when one was on the phone or Diane was handling a customer or when the orders were backed up and they needed to focus to catch up. The conversations paused again when Kevin was cut early and un-paused when they met up later at her apartment. Kevin began to feel his entire life was one eternal conversation with Diane, moving from pause to un-pause. He loved listening to her chatter about school, express worry over her bills, share stories about her friends, and complain about work irritations almost as much as he enjoyed following her over to the couch, kneeling on the floor, and taking care of her feet. A privilege all the more gratifying since he knew how much it excited her.

She would smile down at him in a way that reminded him he was on his knees in front of her and made it clear she was enjoying her lofty position. “So, how is it working under me, so far?”

“Good. Wonderful.”

“Am I too bossy?”

“No, you’re a good boss. I always thought you were a good boss, even before…” He trailed off, embarrassed to articulate exactly what transpired after before.

“You mean before your promotion?” She finished for him, letting him off easy. “By the way, I have told Monica not to tell everyone about our arrangement at work, so don’t worry. A little hinting around and teasing is one thing, but I’m not going to let her out you to the rest of the drivers.”

“Thank you, Diane.”

She leaned forward and smiled down. The trajectory of her swinging foot slowed and extended until her toes touched his parted lips. She flipped the bottom one down and giggled when it flapped back up. Soon she lifted both feet up for him, and Kevin held them and kissed and licked. Diane opened her pants and her hands went in.

She still had the habit of putting his face to the floor, keeping her recovery from her orgasms private, but she seemed more comfortable with him witnessing her. She’d grown less modest, and Kevin had been treated to some glorious sights, staring up at her as her feet played in his mouth. The strings of her panties stretching around her hips, the muscles of her thighs flexing and emerging past her pushed down pants. She was less careful about keeping the triangle of her panties centered. Between her fingers, Kevin glimpsed precious shadows of pink. 

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