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.
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.
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.