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."
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.
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.