Overtime: Part 1 - Part 2
 
Overtime: Intro
By: SoleMann
I had been working as a service technician at the company for over 5 years. The
company consisted of several segmented areas for the technicians to work, a
front counter for walk in business and an office area for the secretarial staff
that handled the phones. It was your typical 9 to 5 workweek with a skeleton
crew on the weekends. Most of us got the weekends off, but due to the fact that
some of the companies we did business with were open on weekends, the newer
secretaries had to take turns working alternate Saturdays. 
 I never worked on the weekend, that is until they hired this one girl named
Jamie. She was 22yrs old, a petite 5 ft 2, blonde hair, blue eyes and had just
about the cutest little feet you ever saw. She would almost always come into
work with some type of sandal or easy to slip off shoes. She was not shy about
taking her shoes off at her desk and would sit there working bare foot. I
started to change my work routine so I would have more excuses to go into the
front office, just so I could strike up conversation with her and check out her
footwear for that day. 
Though I had never worked Saturdays in the past, I would checkout the office
schedule to see what weekends she worked and made sure that I would need to come
in that weekend as well. This plan worked out quite well, since almost no one
came to work on Saturdays and those who did left by noon. That gave me almost
half the day to sneak some one on one time with her. After a couple months we
had developed a good working friendship. 
Overtime: Part 1
By: SoleMann
Then it happened one fateful Saturday. There was only about a half hour left
before we closed for the day, so I went into the front office to spend that time
chatting with Jaime like I had been doing for months now. I had noticed earlier
she was wearing her flat thin soled strapy sandals that really showed off her
perfect feet. When I got there instead of sitting at her desk as usual, she was
checking out the other cubicles as if searching for some thing.
"What's up?" I asked her.
She said " I have to update the board for next week, but someone has moved the
crate I usually stand on so I can reach it."
The office was a rectangular room with cubicles along 3 walls. The fourth wall
had the doorway, a copy machine, a fax machine, the main operators desk, and a
short bookshelf with a dry erase board above it high enough for the girls to see
from their cubicles. The board contained various info the girls needed that
could change weekly or daily and had to be updated frequently.
"Let's see if we can find it together." I told her.
We looked for about 5 minutes to no avail and I could tell she was starting to
get a little ticked and I probably should have thought before I asked her "you
sure you can't reach the board with out it?"
She gave me the evil eye and stormed over to the board "see for yourself, I can
reach the bottom section, but I can't get the upper half."
"Want me to give you a hand with it then?" I asked.
"Sure" she said, "that would be great."
I then joined her over at the board. She reached for the eraser, but before she
could hand it to me, I did something I never believed I would do. I got down on
one knee leaving my left knee up parallel with the front of the board and said,
"now you should be able to reach it."
She gave me a funny look, hesitated for a second, and then stepped right up on
my knee/leg. I was in heaven, for months now I had been dreaming about this girl
and her cute little feet, and now here she was using me as her stepping stool.
Our conversation lessened as she concentrated on updating some of the info,
which was a good thing because all my attention was fixed on her feet. I could
feel every little shift of her weight as she moved around trying to keep her
balance and to reach different areas of the board. Her movement wasn't the only
thing I could feel; I could feel my manhood growing in my pants. Luckily I had
jeans on, so it wasn't too obvious, and it seemed to naturally just find its way
into the fold at the front of my pants.
As she was finishing up, she had to reach the far-left side of the board. She
put all her weight on her left foot and started leaning over, as she did her
right foot started working its way up my chest to help her keep her balance. Her
foot stopped just short of my neck. I was mesmerized; never in my wildest dreams
did I think I would ever get this close to her perfect feet. I breathed in
deeply through my nose trying to catch her foots sweet sent. I licked my lips,
fighting the urge to lean down and plant a kiss on her foot. Then in the
silence, a shot of reality hit me and I started getting paranoid. I hope she
didn't hear me breathing hard through my nose, I hope she hasn't caught me
stairing at her feet. I sheepishly looked up at her and saw that she seemed to
be still diligently working away.
"Almost done" she said. And as she started writing lower on the board, her foot
slowly slid down my chest. I started to get disappointed; I didn't want it to
end so soon. 
Still fearing that she might catch me stairing at her feet, I tried to
concentrate on just watching her finish up. Thoughts were still racing through
my head about what had happened and how it couldn't have been much better, but I
was wrong. Suddenly, I felt pressure on the tip of my manhood. She had slid her
foot all the way down my chest and without realizing it, she was now about to
stand on my fully erect member.
To be continued...
Overtime: Part 2
By: SoleMann
As the pressure increased my concentration was broken and I looked down at her
feet. Her right foot, which had just been by my face moments ago, had now worked
its way back down the front of me. Luckily the heel of her foot had landed on my
leg, but the ball of her foot was now pushing down on the tip of my manhood. 
She set the marker down on the top of the bookshelf and said "OK, I just have to
check if I got everything correct before I'm done." she gave the board a once
over checking it against the paper she had in her hand. "This just wont do, it's
been too long since someone washed down this side of the board and you can
hardly read it. I'll have to actually wash the board down and redo this side.
This is going to take a little more time, you holding out ok down there?"
Realizing that she was talking to me directly I looked back up at her and my
eyes met hers. Despite the pressure on my manhood, when I looked up and saw her
smiling face all I could do was utter a strained "Yep."
"Great, could you hand me the Windex and paper towels off the bottom shelf?"
Jamie asked.
I didn't say a word; I just grabbed them off the shelf and handed them to her.
My hands where shaking like a leaf from both the excitement of the moment and
the pain in my manhood. She took them and started cleaning off the board.
While she carelessly did her work, I suffered beneath her. I could feel her
trying to keep her balance by the way the pressure would increase and decrease
on my manhood. As she would lean forward the pressure would increase crushing my
tip. I could also feel the base of my manhood straining to support the extra
weight she would put on it. I was in heaven and hell at the same time.
This went on for at least 10 minutes and as I watched her feet, I could see them
tense up every time she leaned forward. Those perfect little feet I longed for
where now doing a number on my manhood. At least she's wearing those cute strapy
sandals and not something with a rough thick sole, I thought to myself. Wait a
minute, I can't believe with as thin as those soles are that she can't feel what
she standing on and what she's doing to me? Couldn't she tell that it suddenly
got easier for her to balance? 
With those thoughts in mind, I heard a smack as she put pen down on the shelf
top. I looked up to see she was already looking down at me.
"All done" she said "now just to put the cleaning supplies away."
At last, although part of me didn't want it to end, I wasn't sure how much
longer I could have endured it. She grabbed the supplies with her right hand and
I waited for her to hand them to me. Then with a devilish grin on her face, she
grabbed the top of the shelf with her left hand and suddenly squatted down on
me. She looked me right in the eyes as she leaned down to put them away. The
pressure on my manhood became almost unbearable. My tip was being crushed much
harder then before and it felt like my base would be torn from my body. There's
no way she could have missed the expression on my face caused by what she was
doing.
Once she was done, she stood right back up, looked down at me and said "thanx
for ALL your help." she seemed to accent the "ALL" by pressing down with her
foot on my manhood. Was it just coincidence or had she known what was going on?
As she finally stepped off me I stammered out a "no problem, any time."
"Really?" she said, "cool, looks like a got a new stepping stool."
To be continued...

Overtime: Part 3 - Part 5
Overtime: Part 3
By: SoleMann
The events of Saturday left me uneasy the rest of the weekend. Although it was
like a dream come true, I wasn't sure where I now stood with Jamie. Did she know
what had been going on or was I just being paranoid?
Monday came all too soon and I spent most of the day trying to avoid going into
the office area. Eventually I had no choice, and headed in to get some things
done there. As I entered, I glanced into Jamie's cubical and noticed she was
busy on the phone with a customer. Hopefully I'll be in and out before she gets
done. I hurry along trying to get done as fast as I can, when suddenly I hear
her call my name. I turn around to see her waving me over to her cubical, so I
timidly head over to her. The whole time worrying what she was going to say.
Well, it was good while it lasted, I thought to myself.
"I haven't seen you all day, I was starting to wonder if something was wrong?"
she said.
"No, it's just been a real busy day and I haven't had a chance to stop up here
till now" a total lie on my part.
"Well, I just wanted to thank you again for all your help" she said with a
heartwarming smile on her face. Before she could say anymore, her phone rang.
Then just before she answered it, she said jokingly, "I know you're a busy boy,
but don't be such a stranger."
As I left the office, I was thinking, what a dope I am. I was all worked up
about nothing. After that, things where pretty much back to normal with her, and
I couldn't wait for the next time she would work the weekend. Unfortunately, it
would be another month until it was Jamie's turn to work a Saturday again.
Thursday afternoon Jamie paged me to her desk. This wasn't too uncommon, since
she sometimes got calls from customers with questions that were a little too
in-depth for her to answer. 
"You rang?" I jokingly said.
"Yes, I need some help and I was wonder if you could do me a favor?"
"Sure, anything for you Jamie" I was laying it on thick.
"Glad to hear you say that," she said with a smile on her face and a sparkle in
her pretty blue eyes. "I got drafted to do inventory this weekend and I figured
since I always see you when I'm here on Saturdays, that you might be so kind as
to give me a hand." 
"No problem, I'll be more than happy to help you out," I said, while thinking,
yes, this is going to be great. 
The company mainly relied on the computer to keep track of inventory, but we
would do quarterly spot checks to make sure the system was running smoothly.
Although our company was service based, we kept a relatively large amount stock
for sales and exchanges. It could take a couple hours to all day to do a spot
check, depending on which row of shelves you had to check.
When I arrived at work Saturday morning, Jamie was there already waiting for me.
She was dressed casually in a T-shirt, blue jeans and white mules that looked
like sneakers. I was very disappointed that she wasn't wearing her sandals like
last week. Maybe if I did the counting of the product, she could sit down on the
step stool writing the count down. It probably wouldn't be long before she
started to dangle her shoe off her foot and I could get a little show.
Jamie already had the key and the printed out list of what we had to do, so we
headed back to the inventory room. The room consisted of many rows of four 3x8
shelf-units with varying number of shelves on them. We lucked out and got the
row with larger products on them. There were only 5 shelves per unit. One at
floor level, one at about knee level, one about mid chest level, one just above
my eye level and one at the top that wasn't used.
"OK you ready to do this" I said.
"Ready as I'll ever be," she said, "I think we should start at the top and work
our way down. Did you notice the stool any where when we came in?"
"No, did you?" I asked.
"Nope, me neither. If I hadn't gotten here before you, I'd think you where
playing games and hid it on me," she said with a pouting look on her face.
"Well, I guess we'll just start on the second shelf and come back to the top
later when we find it. Since you can reach that shelf better, you count and I'll
write the numbers down. We can switch jobs when we get to the next one."
We worked our way down the row doing all the shelves at my level then the ones
at hers. When we got to the last shelf-unit at her level she said, "Give me the
clipboard and I'll finish up this shelf, while you take a look around for the
step stool."
I checked up and down all the rows, but didn't see it anywhere. When I got back
by Jamie, she was just standing there waiting for me.
"What's wrong? Why did you stop?" I asked.
"I didn't stop, I finished it" she said showing me the clipboard. "It seemed to
go a lot quicker when I counted and wrote it down by myself."
"Thanks a lot, that makes me feel real useful," I sarcastically replied.
"Obviously, I didn't find the stool, so on to the bottom shelf? You want to
count or write?"
"Both, no offense but it seems to go quicker when I do it alone. I just wish
you'd found that stool so I could sit on it rather then on the dirty floor," she
said with a sad look on her face. Then she got that look in her eyes, "Tell you
what, you want to feel useful? How about getting down on all fours so I have
something to sit on?"
I wasn't sure if she was serious or not, but not wanting to miss an opportunity,
I got down on all fours with the shelf to my right and the long isle in front of
me. She giggled and said, "I was only kidding, but as long as you're offering."
Then she moved over between the shelf and me, and placed her shapely behind on
my back.
I figured she couldn't really see what I was doing from her angle, so I just
stared at her feet. Although she had her shoes on, I could just see her heels
peeking out from her mule sneakers; the mere closeness to them was a turn on. I
could feel the shift of her weight on my back, as she would lean forward to
count and then back again to write. 
After about a minute, she crossed her right leg over her left and dangled her
shoe. As she did this, her shoe slowly slid forward down her foot, till it
stopped just above her toes. I turn my head to the right a little so I could
watch every subtle movement her foot made. Now, as she would lean forward to
count, her right foot would be brought closer to my face. I could just catch her
sent as it got close and then she would sit back up again. This teasing action
started a stirring in my manhood.
This continued for the whole length of the row. When she had reached as far as
she could, she would stand up and motion for me to crawl forward. Then sit back
down on me and continue on with her work as if I wasn't even there. It was as if
I was nothing more to her than a comfy stool to sit on.
She finally spoke to me once we reached the end of the row. "That's three down,
only one more to go."
She stood up, and I sat back on my heels to rest for a second till my manhood
settled down. Kneeling in front of her I couldn't help but look up and admire
her beauty. I almost felt honored that she had allowed me to be a place for her
to sit. I started to get up and she motioned for me to stop. 
"I was thinking," she said. "Since you couldn't find the stool and you did such
a good job last week as my step stool, why don't you just stay down on all
fours. Now turn around and face back down the isle, and I'll just stand on your
back so I can reach."
To be continued...
Overtime: Part 4
By: SoleMann
I did as she told me, turned around and got back down on all fours. I was
trembling a little, not from lack of a rest, but in anticipation of what was
about to happen.
"I don't want to leave dirty foot prints all over your clean shirt, so I'll just
take my shoes off first," she said. She then slipped her shoe off and placed her
right foot on my back.
"Ready or not, here I go." With that she put her weight on her right foot,
lifted up, slipped her other shoe off, and placed her left foot on my back.
Although I now couldn't see them at all, I could feel the warmth and moistness
of her sock-covered feet on my back and my manhood sprang to life once again.
She moved down on my back and placed her left foot on my but and right foot on
the small of my back. As she continued working, she slowly moved her way up my
back. She was now standing with her left foot on the bottom of my shoulder
blades and her right foot heel on my upper left shoulder. Almost half her right
foot was in midair between my head and shoulder. I could just see her cute
little foot out of my peripheral vision.
By now I could tell by the shifts in her weight, when she was leaning forward to
count and when she was writing things down. It was driving me crazy that I
couldn't get a clear view of her foot. I figured if her eyes where busy
counting, she couldn't see me. So the next time she leaned forward, I took a
risk and turn my head to the left. With my head down and turned, I looked up and
got a perfect view of the sole/toes of her foot. I was even closer to her foot
than last weekend and my heart started racing. I could feel her weight shift
again, so I turned my head and looked back down at the ground.
I then got an idea and lifted my head even with my back. The next time she
leaned forward, I went for it. I quickly turned my head to the left, and put my
chin to my shoulder. As I'd hoped, my nose was now right under her foot/toes. I
slowly breathed in deeply, taking in as much of her scent as I could. Her foot
was still damp and sweaty from recently coming out of her shoe and there was a
pungent aroma from it. I was so excited; that my manhood now felt like it was
trying to force it's way free of the confinements my pants. Her weight shifted
and I quickly put my head down.
I continued back and forth this way, keeping track of her every movement. When
she had reached as far as she could she said, "This sections done, onto the
next." She then moved back down to my but area and I waited for her to step off.
"What are you waiting for?" she said, "We'll waste time if I have to keep
climbing up and down. Now move forward and I'll tell you when to stop."
While she used the shelf-unit to steady herself, I slowly moved forward. When
she had been on my shoulders, I had to lock my elbows to keep myself up. Now
that she was farther back, it wasn't as hard to support her weight. 
"OK, just a little farther, perfect, stop here." She said and started her work
again. Once she got back onto my shoulders like before; I started MY routine
again. 
After a couple of minutes it was time to move forward again. This time instead
of moving all the way down to my but area, she stood with her right foot on my
shoulder blades and her left foot on the small of my back. 
"This feels better, I'm a little more stable here. Now mush," she said playfully
as she tapped me on my but with her left foot.
What felt better for her, was murder for me. Her weight was now more on my arms
and I struggled to move forward. At least when she was sitting on my back I got
a break while I moved forward. Now I had to support almost all her weight on my
arms while I moved. The pressure, now on the small of my back, was no picnic
either, as I strained to keep my back straight.
When we got to the next section, she tapped me on the but again and told me to
stop. We continued working our way down the isle this way. I would try to get my
face as close to her foot every chance I could get. Eventually, she stopped
"telling" me to move forward. She would position herself on the center of my
back and just tap my but with her foot signaling me when to go or stop.
Once we got to the end of the isle, I could feel the top of my head just graze
the wall, as I would move it into position to get close to her foot. We where at
the end of our job and my ordeal was almost over. Although my whole body ached,
I wouldn't have traded this day for the world.
"Oh crap!" she says, as she suddenly looks down at me. My face is still buried
in her foot as our eyes meet. Oh crap indeed, I think to myself, there's no way
to explain this.
"Enjoying the view?" she says sarcastically as she playfully wiggles her toes in
my face. She must have assumed that I just turned my head when I heard her call
out, because she just continued talking like nothing was up. 
"There's a box pushed all the way to the back and I can't read the part number
on it." She says, "Hold your head out straight so I can rest my foot there for
balance, as I try to reach it." 
I turn my head to face the floor and bring it up level with my shoulders. She
then slides her left foot forward more and rests her right foot on the back of
my head. The pressure isn't that much and normally wouldn't be a problem, but my
neck was already sore from all the straining I had been doing earlier to get to
her foot. 
"Darn, I still can reach it," she says with her foot still resting on my head.
"You're going to have to move up more." 
"Move up more?" I reply with a strain in my voice. "My head is already up
against the wall."
"I got an idea." She moves her foot from the back of my head and continues. "Put
your head as far up and back as you can. Then turn your face toward the shelf.
Now you can move forward more."
I do as she suggests and to my surprise, I do have more room to move forward. I
go until the right side of my face is pressed up tight against the wall. She
tries again, but still can't reach.
"Well, I can't go any farther forward, so how about up? Don't move a muscle."
With that, she places her right foot on the top of my head, shifts her weight to
it, and UP she goes.
OMG, the pressure on my neck is almost unbearable. It feels likes it will be
pulled from my shoulders at any second. As she moves around on my head I can
feel the bones in my neck grinding against each other from her weight.
I feel something brush up against my left cheek. She has brought her left foot
up against my face for balance. I watch her foot as she slowly slides it across
the front of my face till her big toe bumps up against the side of my nose. 
I then feel her weight shift forward to reach the box. Suddenly the ball of her
left foot jams into my eye socket. I close my eye just in time as she starts to
apply pressure to aid in her forward motion. The more she strains to reach the
box, the more she pushes into my eye socket. 
To be continued...
Overtime: Part 5
By: SoleMann
What a sight I must be. I'm on all fours, face pressed up against the wall, with
Jamie standing on my head. She has her right foot on the top of my head, while
the ball of her left foot is jammed in my eye socket. The pressure and pain is
intense, yet my engorged manhood gives me the strength to go on.
Finally, I hear her say, "Got it." The pressure eases up on my eye as she slides
the box forward. She removes her foot from my eye socket and rests its ball on
my nose. Her toes are right over my nose and I breathe in deeply her foot scent.
I open my eye to better see her foot, but my vision in it is blurred from the
pressure she had been putting on it.
She then reaches over, grabs the clipboard and nonchalantly continues working.
Why didn't she step off my head first? Doesn't she realize how badly I am
suffering beneath her? 
I was just about at my breaking point, when she says, "That's it, all done." She
must have looked down then, cause she followed up with, "Jeez that doesn't look
too comfortable." She then stepped back down onto my back and told me to backup.
I moved away from the wall, my neck was sore and stiff. Though I wanted to relax
and let it down, I was afraid that would only cause it to hurt more. 
Jamie, seeing my dilemma says, "Don't be such a baby." Then she places her right
foot on the back of my head and starts to force it down. My stiffened neck
fought against her foot to remain in the position it was, but it was a loosing
battle. The pain she caused by doing this was more than I could imagine. She was
only trying to help, but she was actually making it worse for me.
She finally pushes my head all the way down. I must admit, although it was quite
painful as she did it, now, as my head hung down my neck felt better.
"Now to double check the paperwork to make sure we haven't missed anything and
then we're done for the day. I might as well make my self comfortable first."
With that she proceeds to sit down on my back. She places her firm little behind
on the small of my back and a foot on each shoulder. This might be comfortable
for her, but it forces me to endure more time beneath her weight. 
I could just see her feet/toes hanging off my shoulders. With her concentrating
on the paper work, now would be a good time to steal some more glances of her
cute little feet. Unfortunately, my neck is still too sore and stiff from her
standing on my head. All my head can do is just hang there, as I long to get
another glimpse of her perfect feet.
After a few minutes she finishes up the paper work. "We got it all," she says.
"Now turn around and give me a horseback ride to my shoes so I don't get my
socks dirty."
I don't say a word; I just do as she tells me. Slowly I turn myself around to
face back up the isle toward her shoes. My arms are tired and my knees are sore
from the trip down isle. Now, as I look back up the isle, her shoes seem to be
miles away. Once I'm completely turned around, I start my long journey.
"Wait a second," she says, "you can't see where you are going with your head
down. I don't want you to bump me into the shelves, so lift your head up." 
I struggle to get my head back up. After a short time and a lot of effort, I
eventually succeed. At least in this position I can get a better view of Jamie's
feet.
"Now, giddy up horsey," she playfully says. 
I awkwardly move forward, my arms quivering as I go. It took all I had to try
and move in a straight line, and I still wasn't doing a good job of it. 
Jamie noticed this too and says, "Looks like horsey needs some reigns and
blinders to keep him going in the right direction." With that, she slides her
feet forward till her heels are on the edge of my shoulders. I then feel her
soft socks touch against the sides of my face. Her big toe on each foot now
blocks my peripheral vision.
We slowly continued down the isle with Jamie using her feet to guide me. If I
would veer to one side or the other, she would use her feet to turn my head in
the right direction. 
We were about half way there, when I guess she got tired of holding her knees
straight up. She brought her knees down and out, and the soles of her feet where
against my face. She then slid her feet a little forward and rested the sides of
them on my cheekbones. Now her heels where no longer on my shoulders and my head
carried the full weight of her legs. This caused great pain in my already aching
neck muscles and only served to increase my torment. 
I now had a clear view of the toes and balls of her feet. Her feet were close
enough to my nose that I could once again take in her scent. I felt a stirring
in my manhood as the combination overwhelmed my senses. It was like sweet
ambrosia and gave me the strength to continue.
When we finally got to her shoes, she placed her feet back on my shoulders. My
neck was so wore out, that it just fell limp and hung there. I was completely
exhausted, yet I still didn't want it to end. This was a once in a lifetime
experience and if she had wanted me to carry her for the rest of the day, I
would do my best to please her.
She then leans forward and reaches her left foot down, to try and slip it into
the correct shoe. As she tries to work her foot into one shoe, the other one
tumbles underneath me. I gaze into that shoe and I can see the impression left
in it from her foot. I think to myself, as if talking to her shoe, now I know
what it's like to be you.
She gets her shoe on, and then unknowingly places her left foot on top of my
hand/fingers. She then reaches down with her right foot to get her other shoe.
As she does, she applies weight to the foot now on my hand. I just watch as her
lovely right foot searches around for her shoe, but it is just out of her reach.
"I can't seem to reach it," she says, "be a dear and hand me my other shoe."
With her left foot down, there is less weight on that side, but that hand is
trapped under her foot. So I gather up what strength I have left, and start to
move my right hand to reach her shoe. It's a constant struggle to keep my
balance and to keep her weight up on my one arm. It would have been much easier
on me if she had just stood up on her left foot/shoe and reached for the other
one herself.
I grab her shoe and bring it forward to where she can reach it. She just sits
there with her right leg hanging off my shoulder and says, "Now be a gentlemen
and put it on for me."
I slowly reach forward to put her shoe on for her. Stretching forward makes it
even more difficult for me to keep my balance. Twice I almost lose my balance
and fall flat on my face, but eventually I reach her foot. I watch as the object
of my desire slowly disappears into her shoe.
With out any warning, she slowly gets up putting all her weight on her left
foot. I can feel my knuckles cracking under the pressure. Once she is up, she
centers her weight on both feet, but is still standing on my left hand.
"I'll just go turn the paperwork in, and then I'm out of here for today. Make
sure the door is locked after you leave," she says. "Thank you again for all
your help. You sure are turning out to be quit HANDY around here." She seems to
emphasize the word "HANDY" by transferring her weight back to her left foot.
"No problem, I'm happy I could help," I strain to reply.
I watch her feet, as she walks away and out the door. I just sit there too
drained from the experience to move. I glance back down at my left hand and I
can see a perfect outline of her shoe's treads. At least she left me something
to remember her by.
To be continued...

Overtime: Part 6 - Part 8
Overtime: Part 6
By: SoleMann 
Monday came all too soon, and I was still sore from my ordeal with Jamie on
Saturday. I moved slowly all day, as I went about my work. People noticed this
and would ask me what was wrong. There was no way I could tell them what really
happened, so I just told them I had to help a friend move. Which technically was
true, I did move Jamie around while she was on my back.
It would be three more weeks until Jamie would work a Saturday again, and I
could get another opportunity to be close to her feet. I figured I would try to
get as many chances as I could to visit her during the week, to hold me over
till then. 
Unfortunately, things where about to change in the office. Apparently the office
manager, Nikki, had gone to some seminar on increasing productivity and got it
in her head that too much chit chat was going on in the front office. She put
out a memo stating that any one wasting company time would be severely
reprimanded.
That kind of ended our daily gab sessions, but at least we still had the
weekends. Nikki had worked at the company long enough, so she didn't have to
work them and rarely ever came in.
The next day I checked the board and to my surprise, Jamie was working this
weekend. She must have had to trade days with one of the other girls. I started
to let my workload back up so I would have a reason to have to work this
Saturday. My mind was racing with thoughts of what had happened the last two
weekends and how it would go this weekend.
The week seemed to drag on, but finally Saturday came. I was anxious all morning
in anticipation of what was hopefully to come. Once it was afternoon and I was
sure most people had left for the day, I headed up to the office. Jamie was in
her cubical as normal, so I went in and started chatting with her. Being a
Saturday, she was wearing a cute faded overall blue jeans shorts outfit with a
T-shirt. She had already taken her shoes off and was working away barefoot. 
Jamie had what you could call busy feet. Her feet would be almost constantly
moving. She would sit there dangling her shoes just by her toes, one leg crossed
over the other swinging her leg, or barefoot playing footsie with her shoes
under her desk. Sometimes she would stretch out her legs and spread and wiggle
her succulent little toes. Other times she might sit half Indian-style with her
right ankle under her left knee, giving me a perfect view of her supple sole.
As we talked away, I kept stealing glances at her lovely bare feet. I kept
hoping to get as close to them as I did the past two weekends. Suddenly we heard
voices just outside the office door. Oh crap, I thought to myself its Nikki.
Jamie recognized her voice too and she got a concerned look on her face.
"We'll be in big trouble if she catches us wasting time. Remember the memo and
lecture she gave just last week." she whispered.
"I know, neither of us can afford to be on her bad side. What are we going to
do?" I asked.
She said, "There's no way you can make it out of the office without her catching
you, she's right outside the office door."
We sat there a moment awaiting our impending doom, when out of the blue she
said, "I know, quickly, hide under my desk. Then she won't be able to see you if
she comes into the office."
Not knowing what else to do, I did as Jamie said and crawled under her desk. It
was pretty much your typical desk with a column of drawers on each side. I
positioned myself so that my back was against the right side of her desk near
the wall. The desk wasn't high enough for me to sit up straight and I had to
slide down a little to keep my head up. My knees where up tight against the left
side of her desk near the opening to her cubical. Luckily there was just enough
room under the drawers for my feet to fit, yet not stick out from under the side
of her desk.
Jamie looked at me under her desk and said, "You got to move farther back" while
playfully nudging me in my left hip with her bare foot. I noticed if I put my
right arm at my side and kind of under the lip at the back of her desk, that I
could squeeze under a little bit further. I just let my left arm lay by my side.
It got quitter in the hall and we heard Nikki's footsteps coming into the
office. Jamie took one last glance at me under the desk and said, "Now don't
move or make a sound no matter what." Her face disappeared from my view as I
heard Nikki calling to her.
As she called back to Nikki, she placed both hands on her desk and quickly
rammed her rolling office chair in so I couldn't be seen. Unfortunately for me,
the front roller on her chair ran over the back of my left hand pinning it to
the ground. I bit my tongue so as not to yell out as the roller settled just
above my knuckles. I wanted so bad to signal her some how and let her know to
move her chair, but I couldn't. I was jammed under her desk pretty tight, my
right arm was trapped against the back of her desk and my left was now pinned
under her chair. I was stuck there for the duration. 
I could hear Nikki start to talk. "As you know Jamie, I was at that seminar last
weekend and I learned a couple of new things. Since you don't seem to busy right
now, I thought I'd run a few ideas past you. If you don't mind?"
Jamie was silent for a second and then said, "Um... sure, that would be OK, I
guess." 
If only she knew the pain she was causing my hand with her chair, I'm sure she
would have thought of some excuse. But since she didn't, I guess she thought she
would just listen to Nikki so as not to arouse any suspicion.
Nikki then started to tell her about what she had learned and how she thought it
could be beneficial in our office. Jamie started to settle in and get
comfortable as Nikki continued talking. Then suddenly she lifted both her bare
feet off the floor and placed them down on my stomach. There they were, right in
front of me, the two cutest little feet I have ever seen. The right foot on the
center of my stomach and the left foot half covering the top of my waste line.  
I could feel the warmth of her soft soles through my T-shirt and, despite the
pain my hand was in, a stirring in my manhood. Being in the scrunched up
position I was, it didn't take long before my manhood was bumping up against the
side of her left foot.
She then lifts her left foot and crosses it over her right at the ankles. I gaze
up and down her shapely bare legs, and back to her feet. She now has the heel of
her right foot on my stomach and is waving her left foot in front of my face. As
I watch every subtle movement her foot makes, I long to lean my head forward and
kiss her succulent little toes.
She then lifts her feet and decides to cross them the other way. As she does,
her left heel comes down on the tip/head of my manhood. She then follows up by
crossing her right foot over her left at the ankles again. 
My tip/head is now supporting the weight of both her lovely legs under just her
left heel. She casually starts to sway her right foot and the motion carries
through to her left foot. Her left heel is now grinding down on my tip/head as
if trying to put out a cigarette.
To be continued...
Overtime: Part 7
By: SoleMann 
While she passes the time away just swaying her feet, I lay there trapped and
suffering. The tip/head of my manhood is being mercilessly ground under her left
heel. It's like seeing a train wreck, as much as I want to look away, I just
watch as her lovely feet do a number on my manhood.
Eventually, I get relief, as she adjusts her feet to cross her legs at the knee.
Her left foot is now flat, with my manhood under the arch, and her right foot is
swinging in the air. Once again I can feel the motion travel down to her left
foot, but this time it is more of a massaging action. My manhood throbs in
rhythm with her foot and my eyes roll back in ecstasy. I have gone from the
depths of hell to the heights of heaven in mer seconds.
Just as I'm really starting to get into it, she readjusts her legs crossing her
left over her right at the knee. The motion of her moving her legs causes her
chair to rock a little. I grit my teeth as the wheel of her chair now brings a
fresh rush of pain to my helplessly trapped left hand. Doesn't she notice how
uneven her chair is? Why doesn't she look down to check? I guess she just
assumes that she ran over her shoe when she pulled her chair in and doesn't want
to bring attention to me being under her desk.
She settles into her new position and it isn't long before her left foot is
waving in my face, randomly bumping my nose, cheek or lips. If I time it right,
I can just catch her scent as her foot gets closest to my face. I pucker my lips
and when her toes hit them, I imagine that she is making me kiss her foot.
She must have gotten caught up in her conversation with Nikki, and forgot there
was a person hiding under her desk. The next time her foot made contact with my
nose, it staid there. I breathed in deeply, trying to take in as much of her
foot's scent as I could, before she might decide to move it again. 
At first she started pushing on my nose in a gentle pumping action. Then she
moved her foot left and right, rubbing the bottom of each toe against the tip of
my nose. I watched hypnotized, as her toes went back and forth past my eyes. The
soft touch of her toes on my nose, in combination with the aroma of her foot,
caused quite a string in my manhood.
Eventually she just rested her foot on my left check bone. Her big toe was just
under my left eye and her little toe was still on the tip of my nose. I tried my
best to focus on her toes, but they were now too close, so I concentrated on my
sense of smell instead.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw motion and heard Jamie say "I think I have one
here in my desk."
I glanced over her way to see her lean to her left and start to search in her
drawers. My left hand also felt the shift in her weight and another surge of
pain as her chair wheel bites deeper into my hand. I watch helplessly as she
closes the top one and leans over farther to reach the bottom one. Suddenly, her
left foot slides forward and up my cheek. Before I can blink, her big toe makes
contact with my eye and traps my eyelid open. 
Jamie's big toe is now directly touching my left eye. The pain is intense and
there is nothing I can do. I take slow deep breaths, trying to lay there as
still as possible, but my body still quivers, almost in shock, from the torment
in my eye.
My eye tries desperately to continue it's normal blinking pattern, but it is no
match for her big toe. My eye starts to water, to try and flush it's self out,
and I can feel the tears running down my left check. 
I've accidentally poked myself in the eye before, but this was a thousand times
worse. At least then it was only for a second, now all I can do is lay here and
endure this torture. 
If I call out after being under here this long, who knows what Nikki will say or
do? She might be outraged enough to just fire us both and I can't let that
happen, so I have no choice but to wait it out.
To be continued...
Overtime: Part 8
By: SoleMann
After what seemed like an eternity, Jamie finally closes the drawer, sits back
up and removes her big toe from my left eye. I quickly close my eye to try and
ease the pain, but I don't get much relief. It has been forced open too long and
is dried out from overexposure to the air, not to mention Jamie's toe. A searing
pain engulfs my eye as my own tears mix with the salt left behind by her sweaty
toe. 
As I try to regain my composure, I notice that she now has the ball of her left
foot pressed up against my lips. Her toes are right under my nose and I inhale
deeply. Her overpowering aroma fills my senses and helps me to deal with the
pain.
I can feel her soft supple foot on my lips and I get caught up in the moment. I
slowly push my tongue against right side of my mouth, until it parts my lips
enough to make contact with her foot. I can now taste her foot, but I want more.
I slowly drag my tongue across the ball of her succulent foot, feeling every
subtle change in the taste and texture. As I get to the side under her big toe,
I notice it is already damp and little saltier from my tears. 
She hasn't moved, so she must not have noticed me gently licking her foot. I
take a chance and slowly move my tongue back toward her little toe. Still no
response, so I risk it one more time and lick toward her big toe again.
Suddenly, when I'm half way across, she quickly uncrosses her legs. Crap, caught
in the act, I thought, but she then proceeds to just scratch her foot on my
right jeans pocket. I must have accidentally tickled her foot; hopefully, she
was too into her conversation with Nikki to realize it was with my tongue.
She leaves her legs uncrossed and is now sitting with both feet flat on me. Her
right foot is still on my stomach and her left foot is now on my manhood. She
begins to use her left foot's big toe to play with my belt loop. She slowly
slips it in and out of the loop, causing a subtle massaging action on my
manhood, and I start to feel a tingling sensation throughout my body.
With her right foot she starts scrunching her toes and playfully tugging at my
shirt. Eventually her foot works my shirt free and I can now feel her soft warm
bare sole on my bare belly. She slides her right foot back a little and starts
using her big toe to gently trace circles around by belly button. Every now and
then, she'll work her toe onto my belly button and wiggle it around a little.
She suddenly stops playing footsie with my midsection and moves her right foot
under her left. She then starts rubbing the arch of her left foot with her
right, as if scratching an itch. Her right foot is now also rubbing against my
manhood. Her feet switch positions and she starts scratching the arch of her
right foot. The more she scratches her arch, the more she works over my manhood.
All this attention my manhood is now getting, makes me feel like I'm going to
peak at any minute.
She stops and places both feet flat with my manhood under both arches. Then,
like I've seen her do dozens of times to her shoes, she starts to rub her feet
back and forth to scratch her soles. She is now using my manhood as nothing more
than some thing to ease her feet on. 
As one foot goes forward, the other foot comes back. The vigorous rubbing action
of her feet is driving me crazy. 
I watch as her cute little feet start to take me to the brink of ecstasy. She
now has me so worked up that the pain in my hand is but a distant memory. I can
feel my body start to quiver in anticipation, and I don't know how much longer I
can hold out. Although it would be a dream come true, it would also put me in a
bad situation. 
I hear Nikki start to move around as if getting ready to leave. The thought of
this moment being over too soon causes me to have a change of heart, and I now
yearn for Jamie to finish me off with her feet. I think to myself, please don't
leave yet Nikki, just give her a few more seconds. 
In my frenzied state I can just hear Nikki say, "Thanx for letting me bounce
some ideas off you. I'll let you get back to work now."
OMG, I'm almost there, please don't stop now Jamie, I'm begging you. I've never
wanted anything more in my life then I want you to do this to me right now.
Just as Jamie has brought my manhood to the verge, she calls out to Nikki, "Hey,
you forgot this."
 
She suddenly stops in mid stroke, just before her left foot is about to slide
forward and take me over the edge. She places the heel of her right foot on her
chair leg and I can feel her toes touching my trapped and battered hand. She
then leans forward and lifts her behind off her chair as she stretches to hand
something to Nikki. Almost all her weight is now focused on the one wheel that
is on my hand. The searing pain is intense and I grit my teeth to keep from
yelling out.
An instant later, she shifts her weight, and pushes down and slides forward on
my manhood with her left foot. With as worked up as she has gotten me, that's
all it took and my manhood erupts in an explosion of ecstasy. My mind is a
whirlwind of pain and pleasure. The constant weight and pressure of her foot on
my manhood milks me for all I'm worth. I'm in heaven and hell at the same time,
yet the pain only seems to somehow increase the intensity of the experience.
Thoughts are racing through my head and while I'm in my own personal nirvana, I
can almost swear I heard Jamie say "Gotcha".
Jamie sits back down and then places her right foot next to her left on top of
my manhood. I just stare down in awe at her two perfect little feet, knowing
that they just took me to heights that I could never have imagined. 
I'm still breathing heavy from the experience, when Jamie says, "Oops, I almost
forgot you where under there. It's safe to COME out now." She seemed to further
accent the word "COME" by pressing down on my manhood with her feet, as she went
to move here chair back.
Pain and pleasure once again, as her feet send waves of pleasure through my now
over sensitive manhood, her weight on her chair brings fresh pain to my hand as
it rolls off. She then slowly slides her feet off my manhood and rests them on
the floor next to her chair. 
OK, I have got to pull myself together if I'm going to get out of this, I think
to myself. I look at my abused left hand, and there are obvious marks from where
her chair was. It's a good thing I finished all my work before I came up here,
because in its current condition, my hand is no good to me now. I look down at
my pants. Between the pressure of her foot when I peaked, and then using my
manhood to slowly push her self back, there was an obvious wet spot showing. 
I must have been thinking too long cause she said, "Hurry up before, with our
luck, someone else comes into the front office."
I get an idea and I quickly turn/roll over onto my hands and knees. Jamie's
right foot had already untucked the front of my shirt earlier, so I reached
around to my back and untucked the rest. Great, now my T-shirt hanging out
should just cover the wet spot on the front of my pants.
OK, now for a little lie "Sorry, you two talked so long and I was so comfortable
that I almost fell asleep under there." As I turn to get out from under her
desk, there right in my face is her left foot. While I had been working on my
shirt, she had turned her chair slightly and crossed her legs. I froze and
started to stare at the soft supple sole that had just brought me to the peak of
pleasure. No, I thought to myself, I'm almost home free; I have got to
concentrate. 
I turn my head away and pretend to look at the clock on the wall. "Jeez, look at
the time. I better get going, I have a few things to finish up before I go
home."
I start to get up but she doesn't move out of the way. Her left foot makes
contact with my chest and slowly glides down my front and across my semi-firm
manhood. I get a little weak in the knees from this, but I manage to stand up
and head out of her cubicle.
"Good bye, see you on Monday", she says.
I turn to wave good bye to her over my shoulder, and to get one last look at her
and her cute feet before I leave. As I wave my hand good bye to her, she sticks
her leg straight out and waves good bye to me with her left foot. I can feel my
face turn red, and I quickly head out of the office.
To be continued...