I have a married female coworker who is in her 40s. When I first met her, I didn't think much except for the fact that we'd work in the same office. Didn't have an opinion of her appearance other than that she could be considered plain. However, bit by bit, I started noticing things about her that I found attractive. She's a real sweetheart and has done many kind things for me. However, she can often be a smartass, berative, and authoritarian.

The first thing I started noticing were her hands. Strong and with short nails (for a woman). When she paints them, they look wonderful. That was all. I was fond of her hands. Eventually, as it got warm, she would start wearing skirts with or without nylons. I noticed her legs had many visible veins. That's understandable considering her duties at work. Still, her legs had a little bit of substance to them. To me, they were very "rubable", for lack of a better term. I would often check out her shape and backside.

At this point, I'm feeling relatively attracted to her. This is strange, because this usually doesn't happen to me. I start to notice things that I hadn't really paid much attention to. Such as the fact that she's an Irish brunette with blonde highlights and hazel eyes and that, considering her age, she had a nice face.

Then one day I saw her feet. My goodness, I got hard almost immediately when I saw them (it's obvious I have a fetish, ok??). Her feet are wide and her toe nails, like her finger nails, are short and beautifully painted. I work in a small office and all of us take lunch together. I had started sitting across from her and with my seat back a little bit so that I could barely get a view of her feet under the table. I liked it.

Sometimes, we are alone in the office together, and I am so attracted to this woman that I've started having fantasies about her. Here is how my favorite one goes:

I into her office to file something away or for some other reason and she'd remark on my nervous behavior. I'd regard her and imply that I was unaware that I was nervous. That's when she'd tell me not to be silly and that she can tell. She would ask if it had anything to do with her. I would deny it. She'd then say, "Oh, come on, you're so cute. Do you have a crush on me??" I'd simply say that I was fond of her as a person. She'd say, "You're sweet." Then she'd get up and approach me, those hazel eyes burning into my soul as she'd say, "I know what you want. We can do it if you're ready. Are you ready for me??" At this point, I wouldn't have to say anything considering the fact that I've about lost my willpower entirely and she'd start undressing while saying, "Let's take a break." Without being conscious of it, I'd find myself undressed and before her. She'd run her hands over my chest and shoulders and eventually pull my arms down...along with her.

Finally horizontal, I'd lie with her on my side. I'd look into those beautiful eyes. She'd ask, "Aren't you going to kiss me??" I'd kiss her and, eventually, give her a little tongue. "Ooh, got a little playful in you! I like that." Then I'd start licking her face and kissing the tip of that cute little nose of hers, to which she would quietly moan, "Mmmmmmm...I like how you do things. Go on. Have a little more fun."

This is when I'd make my way down, feeling her breasts, her navel, her legs, and finally, those addicting feet. I'd give her a rub and she'd give me ideas. "Go ahead. Kiss my soles..." and then, with a smile, "...suck on my toes." I'd do so for several minutes.

Clearly, by this point, I'm hard as obsidian. I'd straddle her torso and she'd start playing with my penis. She'd reassure me that she liked how flattered I am by her. She'd begin to breathe heavily as she'd jerk me off for a little while.

Eventually, I'd roll her over and adore her butt. I'd spread her cheeks with desire, and, as if to read my mind, she'd say, "Go right ahead and ride my ass for a while." I'd mount her and enter her anus, feeling the skin of her butt and legs against mine. She'd wrap her feet around my legs as I'd hump. I'd lay down over her and brush her hair to the side and whisper sweet things to her while licking her ear and neck. Her eyes would be closed with pleasure, and she'd smile.

I'd go until I'd be in danger of climax. Then, she'd roll back over and spread her legs for me and say, "Come on, now. Give it to me." I'd lay on her, her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands squeezing my ass. My arms would take her in and I would hug her as close as I could, hugging her and feeling her naval against mine. I'd lift my head and look into her face as I'd start pushing my dick against the inside of her pussy. Pushing and pushing as I'd feel her all around me.

It wouldn't take long, because I'm so infatuated by this woman at this point. I want her. I want everything she has to offer. She looks lustfully into my eyes as I fuck her continuously until the point of no return. That point where I feel such a satisfying tickle that it only increases in magnitude as I rub and rub and rub my sex all into her. As I begin to climax, still looking at me, she'd say "Ahhhh yeah. Let out that load, baby." And what a load I would release into her, fully inseminating her vagina. In total relief, I'd relax on her, relishing in the pleasure I've just experienced with this sweet angel. She'd stroke my back and my hair, whispering how much she enjoyed pleasing a young one such as me.

Eventually, still inside of her, I'd shake my dick letting off the remaining cum before exiting and finally getting dressed again. She'd crudely fix her hair and ask how she looks (meaning, does she look like she'd just had an incredible fuck). I'd tell her she looks fine. Then she'd say, "This'll be our little secret, ok, honey??" I'd nod and she'd give me an obviously suggestive wink.

Things would go on normally. She'd be a sweetie in helping me or doing things for me, but she'd also speak to me authoritatively, secretly knowing how much it turns me on. Oh yeah, she's such a mistress.

I wish.