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: Chapter 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.
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."