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Subject: {ASSM} The Nice Guy, Part 1 (fmdom, rom, foot fetish)
Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2002 22:10:05 -0400
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The nice guy
Part 1
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The curtain twitched in her hand as she looked out the window in her office.
The sunshine was blinding and she could feel the heat pressing relentlessly
against the windowpane. The lack of time she had before her next class
should have deterred her from even making a step towards the window, but the
view of the men working down below drew her like a magnet. To say that there
was a virtual smorgasbord of manflesh represented would not be an
understatement. Hardhats, cut-offs and muscle bound t-shirts had kept her
pressed against the window every time she had a free moment. It seemed every
time she looked upon them, another one struck her fancy. There was the
barrel-chested blow-hard that whistled at her every time she walked thru the
parking lot. Then there was the guy who struck poses whenever he thought she
might be looking, what an ego that one had! Some of the other fellows just
quietly smirked or nudged the others when she walked by. But the one that
her gaze kept returning to was the one you would not normally notice. Maybe
that in itself was what made him stand out so. He was smaller and leaner
looking than the other men and didn't join in the revelry that seemed to
overtake them during their numerous breaks. Instead, he routinely went into
the construction trailer with a sheath of papers and blueprints trapped
under an elbow.  Tapping her finger to her lips, she contemplated how to get
him out of his environment and into hers.

It didn't take her very long from quizzing the office staff to find out that
he was the head of the construction company that was busily working around
the campus.  Knowing one of their projects was to renovate the library and
install new bookshelves, she started a campaign of putting herself in his
path. He was going over measurements with a crewman; she would walk by him,
perfume trailing behind her. He would be pointing out things to the Dean,
she would be seated at one of the many desks dotting the library with her
legs crossed and a shoe dangling off a toe; pretending to be engrossed in
the reading of student's term papers. By the way the conversation between
the men went in fits and starts and how his eyes kept returning to her, she
could see some progress being made. She wanted to be the one fueling his
fantasies before they even made formal contact.

She took her time in gaining his attention. She didn't mind the slow
stalking of him as long as she got what she wanted in the end. So far to
date, using this method, she hadn't failed yet. Lying in bed with her
fingers feather light again her clit, she toyed with the idea of just ending
the chase.  Of hiding in the parking lot one dark night and just "taking
 him".  Without consent or human reasoning.  Wrestled to the ground, a pair
of her damp panties stuck in his mouth before a sack was thrown over his
head. Arms pinned to his sides by layers of rope and dragged off to her
dungeon down below while she fed the burning hunger that was getting close
to burning out of control. The moisture dripping from her fingers showed
that her time was running out. She would have to have him soon or suffer the
consequences. With fingers flying, she appeased the hunger temporarily and
quietly marked her time.

The next sign of his attentions was during one of her classes. She looked up
from giving a small lecture and could see him standing outside the room,
peering in. He seemed so unsure of himself in this academic setting, with
his hardhat playing restlessly in his hands while he watched her intently.
She pretended not to see him while walking back and forth in front of the
class. Giving him every chance to see her in action. She wanted to
intimidate him so that when the time came, she would have the upper hand.
When she looked up again, he had gone. Her disappointment was piercing. She
was really enjoying this obvious sign of his attraction.

Two days later she made her move. She had a note sent along to him that
simply said, "Mr. Long, Could you please see me, room 103, when you find the
opportunity? Yours, Ms. T Chance". She waited patiently for the message to
go thru the office system and took care of her appearance. She was never a
poor dresser to begin with, but with him due to arrive any time, she made
sure that she shined. She wanted to hook this little man and knew the proper
bait to use. She stood five foot nine, so heels were normally not an option.
This time, though? For him she would wear something very very special. Red
shoes with heels razor thin that most couldn't walk properly in were put on.
A feminine business suit that was sure to intimidate and her coiffure
perfectly done. She could put on bitch as easily as someone else could put
on a set of earrings. Male cufflinks embedded with tiny glittering gems at
her wrists and an anklet held together with the smallest set of handcuffs
ever made was a clear warning to all just where her interests lie.

When he knocked on her open door and nervously smoothed down the wild in his
hair, she smiled at him pleasantly. For the moment, she would soothe his
insecurity and hide the fangs that waited impatiently to tear into him. No
need to rush, she told herself. First she had to reel him in a bit closer.

She stood up gracefully and walked towards him. Her long legs sheathed in
stockings somehow made that lovely swoosh sound that women can make can make
whenever they desired. When she stood next to him for the very first time,
the differences in them became obvious. She was tall, he was not. She was
curved and full-bodied, he was whipcord thin with compact muscling. Her skin
was soft and pampered. His was weather worn and tanned. She reached her hand
out to gently shake his and the charge that went thru them both was heart
stopping.

Gathering herself, she said, "Mr. Long, I've heard some very nice things
about the work you do here and I was wondering if you might be able to help
me with a small project?" At his nod, she closed the door behind him and she
led him by the elbow till he was seated comfortably in the chair in front of
her desk before continuing. "I've got some work that needs to be done in my
house and I'm afraid I'm in quite a quandary. I'm relatively new to the area
and don't know of any good contractors. While I know it's not quite what you
're use to, I was hoping to prevail upon you to come to my home, look at the
work I needed done and see if you could recommend someone that would be
right for the job?" She sat on the edge of the desk, positioning herself
between his spread legs and with her crossed legs gently swaying, she
started to seduce him.

She could see his eyes greedily walking up her frame. Lingering for a moment
at the heels on her feet.  Up past her calves while his hands absentmindedly
rubbed an imaginary pattern on his thighs.  His eyes to her hips, wide and
womanly, where she saw him inhale sharply before stopping completely at her
round full breasts.

She let his thoughts fixate for a moment then cleared her throat sharply in
rebuke. By the rise she could see to his denims, her timing was impeccable.
He shook his head faintly to clear it and dropped his gaze quickly.  With a
devious smile upon her lips, she wiggled her foot and with a slight twist
her shoe dropped to the ground.  With a quiet murmur she stated that she was
not normally so clumsy and would he mind retrieving it for her as standing
up right now would leave her terribly unbalanced. With the look of a deer
caught in headlights, she realized that this was one of his own fantasies
catching him by the balls and she was perfectly capable of exploiting it. He
leaned over in his seat and picked up her shoe in one calloused hand.
Cradling it tenderly, she didn't think he even realized the way his thumb
gently caressed it.

Smelling his weakness the way a predator would smell a fresh kill, she
placed her foot between his splayed thighs. Resting her heel against the
base of his seat and with the heat of his crotch scorching her arch, she
wiggled her toes and told him to put it on for her. In complete and utter
quietness, he did as she directed. His one hand holding her foot in the
gentlest grip she'd ever felt, he slipped it on. She flexed her ankle,
pretended to admire the job he did and let the heel dig just a bit closer.
He could feel that stiletto sitting right underneath the denim holding his
balls tightly in place. Sucking in a breath, he tried to focus on what she
was saying.

". and I expect you promptly on Friday at 7pm.  That should give us plenty
of time, don't you think?" at this point, his cock would of agreed to
anything for him, so he just cleared his throat nervously, hoping she wasn't
noticing his swelling and squeaked an agreement. She leaned over a trifle
and grabbed a piece of paper and pencil. With her shoe still wedged firmly
against his crotch, her twisting in her seat just brought it all in closer.
He could feel himself swelling to dangerous proportions when the flat of her
shoe pressed harder on his cock.  Would she notice if his hands grabbed her
ankle and he set to humping it, he thought wildly as he tried not to squirm
against her in his seat. He was heating up beyond what his body could
withstand and if she just pressed against him a little harder, he'd be the
proud owner of a set of cum stained boxers.

 "I'll just write down my address so you can find me easily" she murmured
looking down, taking her sweet time in scratching out her address.  Right
then he dared something extraordinary for him.   Just once he wanted to
follow the needs that were hungrily clamoring at him. His whole life
consisted of being a perfect gentleman and he wore the label of "nice guy"
like an unwanted brand.  With determination lighting his face, he broke out
of his pigeonhole.  His hand slowly and with small breaks of hesitation
reached out and surrounded her shoe. He took such care not to let her feel
him there that he didn't see her hand slow in her writing.  For one brief
moment, he allowed himself to dream while his thumb smoothed the patterns
and followed the almost invisible seams of her high heels.  With his chest
heaving, he knew if he stayed there a minute longer, he'd embarrass himself
beyond redemption. With his hands on her ankle, he sat it with care on the
floor. Quick as a flash, the thought ran thru him that her stockings would
feel like pure heaven when wrapped up around him. He tore the paper out her
hand and flew thru the door. "I'll be there, Ma'am, you can count on it, but
I have GOT to go now!"

When she looked out the hallway door at his abrupt departure, she could see
him quick stepping it down the hallway, undoing his belt buckle as he flung
open the men's bathroom door.

<cheshire cat smile>

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