I yawned and stretched my legs out on the armchair, trying to relax after a long day of business meetings in Leipzig. My thoughts were elsewhere as I tried to unwind from the stress of the day. I didn't notice the repairman sneak out of the bathroom until it was too late. He caught me off guard, standing close enough for me to see the bulge in his pants as he leered at me.
"Um, hi," I said awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I didn't realize you were still here."
He just smiled and shook his head, his eyes fixed on my feet. I looked down and noticed that my Louboutin high heel was missing. I glanced around the room, trying to figure out where it could have gone. Suddenly, I felt a warm hand on my ankle as the repairman began to undo the buckle of my other shoe.
"What are you doing?" I asked, feeling a mixture of curiosity and concern.
"Just trying to help you relax," he replied with a wink, pulling off my other shoe and starting to massage my foot. His hands were rough and calloused, but his touch was surprisingly gentle. I couldn't help but let out a small moan as he worked on my sore muscles.
"That feels good," I whispered, closing my eyes and leaning back in the chair.
The repairman chuckled softly before leaning in close to my ear. "Why don't you try something else to help you relax?" he suggested, his breath warm against my skin.
Before I could protest, he had pulled off my tights and was massaging my calves, working his way up to my sweaty, damp feet. I couldn't believe what was happening, but somehow, I found myself enjoying the sensation. The repairman seemed to know just how to touch me, and his hands were filled with promise.
As he started to kiss my feet, I felt a strange sense of pleasure wash over me. His lips were soft and warm, and the scent of my feet filled the air. I couldn't help but squirm a little in anticipation as he teased my toes with his tongue.
Suddenly, I felt a rush of warmth between my legs. I gasped and sat up straight, pulling my feet away from him. "What are you doing?" I demanded, my heart racing.
The repairman just smiled and shrugged, looking a bit sheepish. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I couldn't resist the scent of your feet."
I shook my head, trying to make sense of what had just happened. My mind was racing, and my body was still tingling from his touch. "You have some nerve," I muttered, standing up and starting to dress.
As I gathered my things, the repairman quietly left the room. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had been violated somehow, but I couldn't deny the strange sense of arousal that still lingered in the air.
Needless to say, I was more than a little shaken by the encounter. It was clear that the repairman had taken advantage of my vulnerability, and I couldn't help but wonder what else I had exposed myself to during my trip.
Feeling uneasy, I decided to take a break from business for the rest of the day. I needed some time to myself to process everything that had happened and figure out how to move forward. As I sat on the edge of the bed, I took a deep breath and reached for my phone. Maybe it was time to call it a day and order room service? Or maybe I should try to go for a walk and clear my head? Whatever I decided, one thing was for sure: I needed to take care of myself before I could focus on anything else.
