THE MISADVENTURES OF A HOSTESS
WITH ACHING FEET
Some months ago I went to a car
show.... there were a lot of visitors, great models of cars but the most
important thing was... hostesses and stand assistants! In one of the
most crowded and important stands, I noticed a wonderful hostess.. she
was blonde, very tall.. her face had something of Nicole Kidman and
something of Eva Herzigova too.... She was standing behind the desk,
delivering brochures and booklets to a great number of visitors, and
even if she tried to smile to everyone, and to be pleasant, it was plain
to see that she was very tired. The show had begun at 10 a.m, it was 5
p.m and probably she had remained standing all that time, because there
weren't chairs behind her desk. I decided to investigate... I went
behind the desk (it was circular, and formed a sort of "box", but on the
left side the "box" was open to let people in and so it was possible to
take a look behind the desk and inside the box) and stared at her
wonderful, long legs covered with black-transparent sheer stockings. She
wore a pair of shoes with very high heels.. the shoes were very pointed
too and were tied to the ankles with two straps. I noticed that, while
delivering booklets and speaking with visitors, she moved her feet
continously, raising one foot and then the other without touching the
floor..it was evident that she was feeling very uncomfortable in that
very fashionable shoes.
After some minutes, another
girl passed near her desk asking.. "How are you?". The blonde hostess
answered, with a Slav accent (perhaps she was Polish or Russian.. who
knows?) and with a painful expression in her face: " My feet are killing
me.. I can't stand to be in these shoes anymore.. they gave me 1/2 size
shorter! I think I have got a blister!". I noticed that her feet were
very long, and imagined that the organization of the show didn't find
shoes that fitted her big feet!
30' later she decided to have a
break... opened the counter of her desk and went to the supervisor of
the stand. I followed her, hidden among the crowd of people and heard
her asking shily the permission to have a 10' break.. the supervisor
looked bored... said something about the stand that couldn't have been
left alone for long because there were a lot of visitors.. I looked at
the girl face.. she had an expression of disappointment.. but then the
supervisor allowed her to have a short break, but told her to go back in
five minutes!
The poor girl, walking with
difficulty in her high heeled torture instruments, made four or five
steps with great suffering and entered a rear door on the back of the
stand. I followed her but was very disappointed when I noticed that the
door was shut and that she was in a dressing room, and so there was no
possibility to see what I wanted to see!
When I was thinking about my
bad luck, I noticed a thing that almost made my heart jump! On the wall
of the dressing room, there was a small hole.. I looked around to see if
someone was watching me, but there was a big confusion and no-one
noticed me... I put my eye on that hole and though the hole was small, I
could take a look inside... what a sight! The blonde girl sat on a
chair, and with an expression of real suffering opened the straps of her
shoes and with a big effort took them off.. suddenly she made a sigh of
relief, closing her eyes and gradually turining form the painful
expression to a relaxed one!
She raised one foot, grabbed it
with both hands and begun rubbing and massaging her toes .. then she
moved to her soles, and then to her heels.. the massage lasted five
minutes for one foot, and five for the other! I watched the whole scene,
and she didn't noticed the hole and the eye that was in that hole!
Then she began taking off her
stockings too..she remained completely barefoot... raised the sole of
the right foot and stared at this with a worried expression.. she had
found a blister on the highest part of the sole, just under her big toe!
She touched this point with a finger of her hand, and closed the eye for
the pain, biting her lips! Then she raised her legs and placed her big
bare feet on a chair, rubbing the sole of one foot with the neck of the
other, and so on and continously wiggling her toes.. the chair was just
near the hole in the wall, and so I caught a glimpse of her feet, very
near.. I noticed that those feet were in a big contrast with her face
and the rest of her body... her face was wonderful.. she was very sexy..
one of the best girls I ever seen, but her feet was long, with large
callused soles.. the calluses made her soles seem to be almost yellow
under the toes and on the heels.. there was a bunion on the left foot,
and a corn on two or three toes of each foot.. especially the baby toes
had a big corn on each of them.. she did not take care a lot about her
feet.. perhaps she had no money or time for a good pedicure, or wore
high heeled and pointed shoes very fashionable but made of cheap and not
expensive materials!
After a minutes or two, she
grabbed her left foot in her hands, took a paper handkerchief and put it
on the blister, trying to prevent the blister to touch directly the hard
surface of her shoe... then took on her stockings and with a resigned
and sad expression on her face, begun to take on her shoes... at that
moment I felt someone near me.. I turned around and saw an old men, very
small, almost a midget, with a strange expression on her face... I went
away and was very surprised when I saw that the midget, paying no
attention to me, put his eye on the hole and with a strange smile on her
face started looking inside.. while he was looking, he begun to make a
strange grin, a subtle laughter.." Eh, eh, eh!". Hearing that sound, the
girl inside probably noticed the hole, realized that someone was
watching her... infact, the dressing room door opened, and she went out,
turning her head furiously here and there, with an angry expression,
trying to identify who was spying her... but she couldn't, because both
me and the old midget were far from the wall! Then she moved towards her
desk... 20' were passed, and when she reached the desk, the supervisor
scolded her for her delay. She blushed, trying to apologize.. I noticed
the old midget watching the whole scene and starting again with his
grin: "Eh, eh, eh!". Hearing the same laughter as before, suddenly she
turned her head, worried and angry at the same time.. but she couldn't
notice the man, because he was very small, and his head didn't reach the
level of the desk!
I was getting curious and
interested about that man... he seemed to be very dirty, with ragged
clothes.. her eyes had some expression of madness.. perhaps he was some
kind of mainac or pervert... despite of this, no-one seemed to notice
him but me, because his little figure was hidden by the crowd!
He stood near the left counter
of the desk, staring at the girl's feet with a nasty and lusty
expression.. he was so small that could almost have entered the box
passing under the counter, and no-one would have noticed him!
Another hour passed... the
crowd grew more and more.. the blonde hostess went on delivering
booklets, always standing in those terrible high-heeled shoes, with a
suffering expression (she continously bited her lips!) and the strange
old man went on staring at her feet.. perhaps something interesting was
going to happen!
It was almost 7.30 pm.. the
show would have been colsed at 10 p.m.. so there was some time for the
old midget to play some dirty tricks on the blonde hostess! I thought
this was his intention! In that moment, I remembered that that morning,
while I was standing in the queue to buy my ticket for the show, I had
seen some hostesses laughing and making jokes about midgets and little
men.. among these girls there was also our blonde hostess.. she was
walking with some colleagues to reach the show and the old midget, who
worked in a store inside the Expo, had passed near her, staring at her
beautiful legs and then at her face with a delightful expression...
having noticed this, the blonde girl got bored and irritated at the
midget, and had said something like: " It takes a ladder for you to
reach for me!".. making all her colleague laugh!
And perhaps the old midget was
thinking: "Now it's my turn to laugh!".
At a certain moment the hostess
made a sudden decision: she raised her right foot and with her hand
opened the straps of her shoe and forcing on the heel took it
off...probably this was a painful operation, since I clearly heard her
whispering: "Ahiiiiii..!". Now her right foot was completely out of the
shoe.. she went on talking to visitors, standing on the left foot
without letting her right, stockinged foot touch the floor.. she rubbed
the sole of the right foot on her left leg and wiggled her big toe and
then the others toes.. I could see clearly her foot.. the stocking had
two runs, one on the center of the sole, the other on the big toe.. the
paper handkerchief, due to the action of removing the shoe, had shifted
almost on the heel, leaving the "offended" point of the blister
unprotected.
After some minutes, she made
the same with the other shoe, and remained with both her stockinged feet
on the floor.. the floor was made of marble, not covered with carpets or
moquette, and when she put her sore soles on the floor she had a sort of
shiver,due to the contrast of the cold floor on her hot and sweaty
soles.
As soon as she had removed both
her shoes, an intense smell could be felt beind her desk.. a mixture of
sweat and leather, similar to that of an aged, smoked cheese.. she had
abandoned her shoes on the floor.. looking inside her shoes, I noticed
in both shoes a rubber in-sole, originally white but blackened by the
pressure of the big, sweaty feet.. I could read the size of her shoes:
12! (42 in Europe)... that meant that the real size of her feet was
almost 12,5-13!
She was completely unaware
that, on the back of her desk, both me and the old midget were staring
at the scene of her big, sore, aching feet laying on the floor without
shoes.. there were two hours left before the closing of the show, and
the stand was much more crowded, if possible, than before! The old
midget kept staring with an expression of pleasure... then suddenly said
loud, with his grinny voice: "What a stinky feet smell!". The girl heard
these words coming from somewhere behind her.. she completely blushed,
looking very embarassed and trying of impulse to hide her bare feet
inside the shoes again.. then she turned her head, trying to guess who
had said those words, but she could only see visitors very busy and
concentrated on cars.
She stood with the toes of her
feet inside the shoes, but she couldn't dare to put even the heels
inside.. she remained in this innatural position for a while, because
she had realized that her feet were stinky and felt very embarassed
about this.
But after 20' minutes, her pain
was superior to her shame and shily and cautioisly she slipped her feet
out of her shoes again, putting her tortured soles on the cold floor.
While doing this, she turned around to see if someone was paying
attention to her feet, but as usual she didn't see nothing.
The midget was still behind the
left counter of the desk, looking inside, completely hidden by a shelf
which collected a pile of booklets.
Suddenly, I saw him furtively
grabbing one of the shoe of the hostess, that laid abandoned on the rear
of the box, and taking the rubber in-sole out of the shoe. Then placed
the shoe in the same position and put the in-sole in the pocket of his
coat!
He made three steps, went on
the rear of the stand and took the in-sole in his hands, sniffing
intensively with a delightful expression the smell of the blonde girl's
feet ..!
Then he went back in his
"strategic" position... I saw him taking a little box from the other
pocket of his coat.. he opened it and took something from it... I
noticed these were 4 or 5 little iron nails, very small but very
pointed!
Completely unnoticed and
hidden, he placed 3 or 4 iron nails on the floor behind the desk, and
one of this in one of the shoes of the hostess.. then he stared,
prepared to enjoy the results of his dirty trick!
A great number of visitors was
asking for details about cars, booklets and brochures, and the blonde
hostess moved up and down her box with her stockinged foot with no shoes
hidden behind the desk..at that moment an important customer of the
Company came near the box, and started asking her for details... the
supervisor had previously told her that this man was very important, and
that it was necessary give him an image of professionality and to treat
him very politely. Unfortunately, while she was talking with this
customer, she raised her left foot and then placed it on the floor
again, right in the place where one of the tiny, little pointed nails
stood! Feeling the pointed nails punching her sole, she almost jumped
and stopped her conversation making a soft sigh of pain: "Ahi!". The
customer watched at her in surprise, asking: "What's the matter?". She
answered " Sorry, it was nothing!", blushing with embarassement, without
daring to take a look to what the hell had punched her foot. She tried
to compose herself, and went on talking but unfortunately she put her
other foot, the right, on another nail which punched her foot right on
the blister!This time the pain was so hard that she couldn't control
herself... she cried: "Ahiaaaa.... ooohhhh.... my foot!" and without
paying attention to the customer grabbed her offended and painful foot
in her hand, hopping on the other foot.. she looked at her sole to check
the injury, still complaining for the pain: "Mmmmm.... sshhh... what a
pain!".. some visitors looked at that scene and someone started
laughing.. the customer seemed a little bit angry and disappointed, and
went away.
She looked down on the floor
and finally saw the instruments of her torture.. two little nails! She
realized that someone placed them to play a trick on her sore, bare
feet! But who was the guilty? She could only see a big crowd of people
and so had no idea about possible suspects! At that moment the
supervisor came near the desk, asking her what had happened and why the
customer had gone away... she, in a big embarassment and humiliation,
tried to apologize saying: " I'm sorry, but someone put some nails on
the floor and it punched my feet!". The supervisor, with an angry
expression asked her: " Why? How could them punch your feet?".. he
stared at the girl's feet and noticed with surprise that she was
barefoot.... "Why you are barefoot? Why don't you wear your shoes?"...
she was near to tears and with her cheecks completely flushed when she
answered shily,: " They hurt....".
Then the supervisor went away
muttering something and she tried to compose herself... but she went on
looking around with a worried and almost frightened expression, trying
to realize who was her persecutor!
Then she grabbed the little
nails in her hand, and throw them away! During that time, the old midget
had remained hidden, enjoying the first part of his revenge, grinning
with a nasty smile.
After some minutes, he muttered
with a sarcastic tone: " Your callused feet are kiling you, don't
they?".. she heard these words, and once again tried to identify the
person, but she couldn't... she seemed to have lost her patience... she
tried to take on her shoes to leave her desk and investigate the whole
stand, but as sson as her left foot entered the shoe, it was punched by
another nail! She jumped and gasped once again, and then got furious,
saying: "Shit.... I must grab that motherfucker that plays these tricks
on me!" .
She shook her shoes to threw
the nail away, took on her foot, then took the other shoes without tying
the straps to the ankles and furiously jumped out of the desk... in the
meantime the midget had disappeared! She made three rounds of the stand,
but unsuccesfully!
Then she went back behind the
desk... it was almost closing time, and the crowd was at the maximum
level..she tried to keep her shoes on for 15 minutes, but she couldn't
resist and slipped her feet out of the shoes again... before placing
them on the floor, she cautiously checked that there were no nails
anymore!
At that moment I saw the old
midget again.. he had came back to his position, and was hidding
something under his coat.... suddenly he opened his coat and I noticed
that in his hands he had a little mouse... a real, alive grey mouse that
was trying to keep itself free form the man's hands....with an extremely
nasty smile of pleasure he took the mouse by his tails and placed it on
the floor behind the desk of the blonde hostess.. in that very moment
she was leaning on her desk, talking to a boy of the security... she was
smiling to him and talking with a particular tone.. I noticed form the
expression of her eyes that she probably liked that boy and was trying
to make an impression on him... I noticed that she had raised the sole
of her right foot, with only the toes touching the floor... so her sole
was completely exposed... . As soon as the mouse was left alone and
placed on the floor behind the desk, it stood still for some seconds,
trying to realize where it was! Then the mouse fastly directed its step
towards the big, bare foot of the girl... probably the mouse felt the
stinky smell of that foot... infact the little animal stopped just under
the foot, and started smelling it , slightly touching the sole with its
nose and its moustaches... probably the girl, while she was talking to
the security boy, felt a tickle on her sole.. then the tickle turned in
the terrible sensation of something that was moving under her foot,
touching it... infact now the mouse was rubbing its nose vigorously
under the girl's sole!
She took a look at the floor
and saw a little grey mouse smelling her feet.. she made a terrible
scream: "ahhhhhhhhhhh.... my god.... ahhhhh...... a mouseeeee......please.......
help meeeeeee!" and jumped on the desk.... all the visitors stopped in
surprise watching the funny scene of that girl standing on the desk,
with her big feet with no shoes, sceaming frightened for a little mouse!
Then she jumped from the desk outside the box, in the middle of the
crowd, and doing this she hit violently with her feet on the floor, with
another sigh of pain: "Ahiaaaaaa...!"
The security boy tried to help
her and caught the mouse, but he couldn't keep himself from laughing at
that funny scene.
While everybody was staring at
her big, bare foot and to the runs in her stockings (now her big toe was
almost completely uncovered!) the poor girl, still frightened, almost in
tears and with her face completely flushed for embarassement, reached
for her desk, took the sohoes in her hands and still walking barefoot
went away, disappearing among the crowd.... I turned around to see the
old, nasty midget but there wasn't any trace of him... but suddenly a
familiar sound hit my hears.... his subtle, nasty grin "Eh, eh, eh,
eh.......".
The end
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I just had to relate this
experience to you.
My step daughter has been
staying with my wife and I until her new apartment is ready.about 3
weeks ago I was sitting in our family room watching tv.my wife had gone
to bed early.my step daughter tina had gone to a wedding and returned
home at about 10:15pm.I should tell you that tina is is 28 years
old,about 5'8" tall with long black hair,has great legs.I heard the car
pull into the driveway and she came downstairs wearing a white mini
dress,and a gorgeous pair of white high heel pumps with about 3 1/2 inch
heels. I was sitting on the floor with my back against the couch. Tina
sat right down next to me and we chit chated about the wedding for a few
minutes when all of a sudden she slipped her feet out of her pumps which
were about 2 inches from my left hand.she told me her feet were killing
her from all the dancing she had done.so with out thinking i started to
massage her feet.she was wearing sheer energy pantyhose with reinforced
toes.well this went on for about 15-18 minutes.my heart was pounding
like a jack hammer. i remember thinking ---it dosent get any better than
this,boy was i wrong because after about 20 minutes of the massage i
felt tinas legs stiffen up.as i looked up at her she was slipping her
nylons off.she had them down to her knees before i realized what was
happening. well at this point i figured what the hell,so i slipped them
the rest of the way off,down her calfsand finally off those beautiful
feet.i just let them fall on the floor right beside her heels. as you
can imagine i had a roaring hard on by then. I continued massaging her
now bare feet as she moaned "god that feels so good" to me. the foot
maassage continued on for about another 10 minutes when tina announced
that she was tired and was going to bed.she stood up and asked me to
unzip her dress which i did.she then left the room and went off to bed
leaving me alone with her pantyhose and her white pumps.my heart was
pounding as i fondled her pumps,they were made of the softist kidskin
leather ive ever felt.i picked up her pantyhose and could smell the
scent of her perfume on them. after about 10 minutes of this i couldent
stand it anymore,i had to spank my monkey. i slipped her nylons over my
hard cock,i was very careful not to blow my load in them but it was
close.I probably will never have an opportunity like this again,but i
will never forget that night if i live to be 100.
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JN,
I used to work for a
construction company in the role of a "gofer". So I was in the office
almost as much as in the shop. I noticed one day that when one of the
girls that worked in the front office would arrive in the morning she
would sit down at her desk and take off her boots ( as it was winter
time ) and she would slip on her high heels. But to witness this up
close and personal, it took some timing on my part. I could not hang out
in the office and just wait for her to show up. The office and showroom
was really an old house that someone had actually lived in many years
eariler, but now it was converted into a place of business. The upstairs
was just a storage area with windows overlooking the parking lot.
Perfect for someone like me to perch myself in and look out the window
waiting for this young lady to arrive. And like clockwork, I would watch
her pull into the parking lot, giving me the opportunity to be in the
office just to watch sit at her desk, slip her boots off and slip her
high heels on. It was the high point of my day. I hated to see warm
weather come back, and those pretty stocking feet disappear :(
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Johnny,
Ever since I can remember, I
have loved stocking covered feet. Even in the 1st grade, I would always
watch my teacher slip her feet out of her shoes and drop them on the
floor. They always made a loud clunk sound when they hit the floor. As a
youngster, times were hard. I could not go to the mall to look for women
in their stocking feet. Hell, they did not even have a mall, when I was
growing up. At least not as a kid. Most of my stocking foot sitings came
from watching TV. I remember seeing Joey Heatherton on the Dean Martin
show. She was lying in a bed, surrounded by male dancers. She was
wearing a black nite gown, black nylon stockings and she was absolutely
bare foot! As much as I hated to see it come to an end, I could not wait
until her performance was over so I could excuse myself and appreciate
the wonder that I had just witnessed on TV. What I am trying to impress
upon you is just how lean things were as far as stocking feet go. So
when my brother came home with his new wife, wearing a wedding dress and
nylon stockings, I just lost it! She had kicked off her white satin high
heels and was sitting on the couch with my brother in her stocking feet.
Her skirt was so short, that I could also see the tops of her nylons if
she sat a certain way. This kind of action just did not happen very
often, especially in my own home. They just sat there, talking with my
mom and carrying on. All the while I was intent on those pretty stocking
feet. All I wanted to do was get as close to these feet as I could. The
dog was in the room, playing around her feet and that was not a problem,
so why should it matter if I sat on the floor at her feet. My plan
worked. I sat on the floor with the dog and I was right at her feet. I
could just imagine what it would be like to feel her feet. I had seen
them on TV and I knew how nice there were to look at, but I had never
ever felt them. But they were right there in front of me, just inches
from my hands. I really wanted to feel her feet. I really wanted to kiss
her feet, but if I did that, I could not imagine the outcome. I never
even told anybody my feelings for stocking feet, let alone kiss them.
The longer I sat there, the more intense the feeling became. All I could
think to myself was, how often does a woman come over to your house
dressed up in nylon stockings? Never. How often in the future do you
anticipate women coming over to the house dressed up in their stocking
feet. Again, never. The feeling was overwhelming. I was playing with the
dog, just inches from those beautiful tired stocking feet. I kept saying
to myself, "Make your move, make your move. This moment is not going to
last forever". I finally quit playing with the dog, and started playing
with her stocking feet! The blood was just rushing through my body. It
was the most exciting feeling I had ever experienced. She made no big
deal about me feeling her feet. So I played with the dog, I played with
her feet. Back and forth. I made a game of it. Oh, they felt sooooo
nice. I could not believe how nice they felt. I wanted to disqualify the
dog from the game and consentrate solely on those stocking feet ( pun
intended ). Well, if that worked, what about my ultimate goal. By now I
was just laying on the floor right at her feet, playing on and off with
the dog. My face now just inches from her feet. Again, I just said "what
the hell" what are they going to do to me, kill me? Of course not. They
will probably just think I am just a little wierd. They already thought
that anyway, might as well give them a good reason to believe it. So
without saying a word, I just buried my face in her stocking feet and
started kissing them. Kissing her toes, just smothering my face in her
feet. My sister in-law was kind of surprised the game now took this
rather odd twist. It went from foot massaging to foot worship, in just a
matter of moments. She tried to discourage me from doing that by telling
me that her feet were all sweaty from wearing shoes all day. Do you
think THAT was going to discourage me? Quite the contrary. The fact that
they were all sweaty was a real bonus. My face still buried in her feet,
kissing away. Finally I had to give in and stop. But man oh man, while
it was going on, I was having the time of my life. Just kissing these
pretty stocking feet. To hell with the consequences. When it was all
over, nothing was said, it was never brought up, it was like it had
never even happed. But it sure as hell did. And I enjoyed the shit out
of it! It was certainly a high light of both my youth and adult life. I
could have done that every day and not tired of it. As it is, I never
saw her wear stockings again. As a matter of fact, I hardly ever saw her
after that. It was not long, before my brother and siter in-law split up
and finally divorced, but man I sure remember that wedding day. I
probably had more fun on the floor at my sister in-law's feet than my
brother did on his honeymoon. I can almost guarantee, he did not spend
as much time kissing her feet as I did!
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Dear Johnny
In the 70’s, I belonged to the
Playboy Club. The Bunnies had to wear a heel with a minimum height of 3
inches, but (surprisingly to me) many of them wore even higher heels
than that! I always got a seat at the Los Angeles Club where I had a
good view of the Service Bar where the Bunnies ordered their drinks.
The Bunny in this story was a favorite of mine, and she NEVER
disappointed! She always wore either red or black 4” stiletto pumps,
and she always dipped at the end of the evening to get some relief for
her tired feet. One evening about midnight, she was “perching” on all
of the tables that she waited on, and she would reach down to the back
of her shoe and shove it down til her foot nearly popped out of the
shoe. At the service bar, she’d work her shoe off all the way so her
foot was free. Several times, as her shoe dropped to the floor, she let
out a sigh of relief (AAAAh!). When she waited on me, I asked if her
feet were bothering her. On this occasion, she said to me “Oh, they’re
just killing me!! They’re new. I should have known better than to wear
new shoes to work. I can’t wait for this night to end!” We talked some
more that evening, and I saw her numerous times after that. I can tell
you many more stories about her and her feet. I also have probably 75
or more incidents from the Playboy Club that I chronicled and will share
them later. This (and all of my stories that I will post) is totally
true (who wants to read other people’s fantasies?!).
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Dear Johnny,
Every now and then, you see
something truly remarkable. The other day I did. From the moment she
walked by, I knew I had struck gold. It must have been around five or
six pm, and she must have been in those shoes all day. If you want to
see some quality shoeplay, this is the time of day for it. She wore
nude hose with a nice sheen to them and a pair of black 3" heels. I
watched her as she walked up to a kiosk and began talking to a sales rep
about service for a phone.. She set her bag down at her feet and leaned
on the counter in front of her. I knew it was only a matter of time.
It started just like it always does--a discreet heel pop followed by a
glance around to see if anyone was watching. I love it when they do
that. Feeling "secure," she proceeded to lift the same tired foot from
its shoe, resting her toes on the heel cup. Not long after, she
returned the foot to its shoe and repeated the exercise with the other
foot.
Our next subject nearly gave me
a heart attack. She was a little overweight, with a cute face, and a
pair of black 4" heels to die for! Her hose were tan and when she
walked, her nylons would wrinkle at the ankle. I love that. She
followed her husband into an electronics store and as he went about his
shopping, she went about something else. While her husband was off
talking shop with a clerk, she stepped right out of her shoes! I nearly
fell over. Both luscious, sweaty nylon feet planted firmly on the
store's carpeted floor. Then the toe wriggling began. And the
scrunching. At one point, she even stepped back into her shoes. That
lasted about two seconds. However, the fun couldn't last forever. Not
long after her first attempt at putting her shoes back on, she had
another go at it and this time it looked like it was to stay. Boy, was
I wrong. As her husband was checking out, she leaned on the counter and
began to dip
Thanks for all the good years
of recording women "at their best." Keep up the good work.
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Hi Johnny: I want to tell you
about the encounter I had with my 17 ... almost 18 year old niece. This
happened the first week of June. Amy is a 5'7" tall blue/green eyed
brunet, with size 7 feet with very sexy not real long toes. We were
sitting in the living room (her dad Amy and me), when she asked me to
help her with her computer. Amy and I went into the front room, she sat
at her computer and I knelt at the side of her chair. I have always
wanted to play with and touch her feet since she was 14. I never really
had the nerve to try until now. She was bare foot wearing a platform
type of thong sandle. When she sat in the chair she crossed her ankles
under the chair, right over left and slid her left foot back so her toes
were resting on the back of the shoe. then her right shoe slid off her
toes and rested on the floor. Now here I am just inches from these very
sexy young feet. I couldn't resist, I reached under the chair and placed
my hand on the bottom of her right foot. She didn't move at all. I began
to lightly stroke her sole, still no objections. We worked on her
computer for about 20 minutes all the while I'm playing
with her foot. When we were done she said she had
to study for her final exam for school, put her shoes back on and went
to her room. I thought it was the end of the encounter.I went into the
living room and sat on the floor with my back against the sofa. To my
delight she came back into the living room and kicked off her shoes and
sat on the sofa, next to where I was sitting on the floor. I still
couldn't resist, I reached over and placed my hand on top of her foot
rubbing it lightly. I then tried to lift her heel off the floor, and she
raised her foot totally off the floor. I started rubbing her sole, ball
of her foot and her toes. I paid particular attention to her toes,
rubbing under, the tops and in between each one. I might add here that
my brother in law was sitting about 4 feet from us, and never noticed a
thing. I asked Amy if it was disturbing her studying, she said "Oh no,
if any thing it's helping me to relax. To
be honest it's making this studying more bare-able, so please don't
stop". Please don't stop ... She had no idea what it was doing to me.
When I got up to leave Amy walked me to the door, Stood on her tip toes
gave me a kiss on the cheek, and a hug. She whispered in my ear "Thank
you that was really nice I really enjoyed it. I told her I really
enjoyed it to ... more than she knew. Or than
again ... may-be she did.
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jn,
I do have a story for you.
Back in 84, when I was dating
my wife, she really went all out to oblige me. She loved to wear nice
dresses or skirts as well as hose and high
heels. She would almost always dip as well as dangle when ever she
could.
We used to go to this real nice
seafood restaurant in town and usually went there a couple times a
week. The owner got to know us and would
always greet us when we came in.
The really cool thing about
this is that during dinner, my then girl friend would slip off her heel
and then grab the cuff of my pants with her foot and pull it closer to
her underneath the table. She would then proceed to massage my ankle
with her foot. Well the owner caught a glimpse of that and from then
on, he would come near our table and drop a fork and bend over to pick
it up. Like I didn't know what he was doing.
Thought you might get a kick
out of that.
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Hey JN,
Way back then, I was visiting a
friend to watch a football game. He did not have one in his room, so we
had to watch it in the living room. His dad was also in the room, his
mom was doing the cooking and his sister, Janice was in and out. I had
just turned about 20 or so, and his sister was about 24 and did not give
me the time of day. But she did wear nylons with reinforced heels and
toes. Like I say, this was way back when. I could not keep my eyes off
of her stocking feet as she went from room to room. once in a while
stopping in the kitchen. I don't know if she got the idea, that I was
watching every step she took in the house. Then to my absolute
amazement, she came in the room and walked over to me ( I was sitting in
the middle of the couch ). She just stood in front of me for a moment. I
glanced up and she said "MOVE". Real bitchy like, but like I say, she
was wearing these great nylons. She was wearing pants, but still, those
pretty stocking feet! I moved down a little and she sat down and
immediately put her feet up on the couch! Right next to my legs! I got
an immediate hard on! 20 year olds while do that. Fortunately, I had a
newspaper right next 2 me. I used it for two different reasons. One to
cover up my hard on, the other to be able to basically stare at her feet
while pretenting to be reading the paper. Everytime I would turn the
page, I would as gently as can be, brush against her feet. Not so much
that she felt it, but that I felt them! Man it was wonderful. I stayed
on the couch until it was time for dinner, with those beautiful stocking
feet, right at my site. 30 years ago, and it still brings back memories!
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My first wife had a pair of
shoes that she had worn until the heels were worn down and the straps
were fraying. one night I saw them in the bathroom and noticed that the
strap that went across the front of the foot by the toes was starting to
tear. So, I decided to help it along a litle by taking a razor and
cutting along the backside of the strap where she couldn't see it. Well,
the next day she gets up and puts on her short, high midcalf busines
suit and sheer energy suntan pantyhose with reinforced toe and luckily,
the shoes i had doctered. Now, in those days she took the express bus to
work which stopped about 3 blocks from our house and then gets on the
interstate with no stops until the business district about 4 blocks from
where she worked in a law firm. I drove to work (she didn't like driving
to work because it was too hard to park) and hoped that the shoe
wouldn't tear until she was on the bus, so she couldn't come home and
change. Well about a half hour after I got to work, she called and said,
"Yoer I parked and she looked great in her short skirt and pantyhose. We
walked about 3 blocks to the shoe stores and went into about 3 diffrent
ones, but she couldn't find anything she wanted at a good price. She
finally said that she might as well spend the rest of the day with no
shoes, since, she spent half the day already with no shoes. Well, this
was more than I could've hoped for. So, we went to lunch with her in her
stocking feet and then I walked her back to her office. I picked her up
after work and there she was waiting in front of the library. Her
pantyhose had gotten pretty dirty from walking aeound in them all day
with no shoes, which was an additional turn on. She said people were
teasing her all day about not having any shoes. She said it was the most
embarrassing day of her life. Not for me, it was the best day of my
life!
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Johnny,
Last winter, I pulled out of
the parking garage where I work and saw one of the secretaries I work
with standing by the bus stop. I felt sorry for her because it was
raining/snowing out and she was standing in about 1/2 ft of slushy snow.
I pulled over, rolled down the window. I said "Hey beautiful, need a
lift?" She looked at me like she did not even recognize me. I only saw
her once and a while at work, but we did know each other. Once her eyes
focused on me, she said "YES!" and jumped in my car. I asked her where
she was taking the bus to. She told me that her car was being repaired
and that she was on the way to the repair shop to pick it up. I asked
her where the dealer was and she told me it was about 10 miles away. She
thanked me for stopping. I said "No problem." She said she had been
standing out there about 20 minutes and her feet were freezing. Even
though she was wearing boots, standing in slush, made no difference. She
asked me if she could put her feet by the heater once it got hot. Once
again, eagar to please, I said "No problem". She reached down and
unzipped her boot, pulled it off and put her foot right under the vent.
I almost rear ended the car in front of me. Her foot was absolutely
beautiful. She was wearing black pantyhose that had an incredible
reinforcement. She reached down and unzipped her other boot and placed
her other foot under the vent. With her coat open, it exposed some
lovely legs, topped off by some pretty stocking feet. I would have liked
the repair shop to be located on the other side of the state, but I was
glad to be getting the show I was getting. I took as much time as I
could getting there and at every stop lite, I was all eyes. When we got
to the repair shop, I pulled in and she started putting her boots back
on. Bye bye pretty stocking feet I said. The service manager greeted her
as she got out of the car and I started to turn the car around. I had
driven about 10 feet and heard the sweetest sound I have heard... "WAIT"
she cried out. I slammed on the breaks and threw it into reverse. "Yes?"
I replied. "My car is not ready yet. They had to order a part and
because of the snow, it is not here. Is there anyway possible I could
get a ride from you to the bus or train?" "Bus or train, on a night like
this?" I replied.
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Important Work Meeting
As Janet talked, her fingers
danced across the keys of her laptop advancing the presentation charts.
Her gaze alternated between her laptop and the display monitor in the
corner, never even looking in Annette's direction. "It would be so
easy," Annette thought to herself, eyeing Janet's empty shoe under the
table again. Easy, except that her right leg was crossed over her left,
and rearranging herself might attract Janet's attention. Her trouser leg
receded as she extended her left boot slowly, pausing every few seconds
glance up at Janet. Looking down again, the toe of her boot was nearly
touching Janet's empty pump. She looked up again and saw that she was
well beyond Janet's field of vision. She almost had it, but her ankle
was against the pedestal of the table and she couldn't quite reach the
shoe.
Annette looked down at her
boot. There was a word to describe thightly better angle. She cautiously
slid her ankle past the corner and her shoe crept forward as she
slouched slightly in her chair, stretching, until her boot was almost on
top of Janet's empty pump.
"...and Annette has done
considerable investigation into the availability of venture capital for
a project of this size..." Janet continued, and turned toward her.
Instantly, Annette felt Janet's toes press hard on the inside of her
heel, just under her ankle. Suddenly, her boot was firmly pinned to the
base of the table by Janet's foot. As she completed her portion of the
presentation, Janet leaned back in her seat, appearing to be relaxed,
but gripping the table hard with both hands, applying even more pressure
to the heel of Annette's boot.
All eyes turned to Annette as
she shuffled her notes and began to talk about venture capital. She was
still slouched in her chair and leaned forward awkwardly to see the
screen of the laptop. "A project of this magnitude will require
financing beyond conventuld not reach the keyboard with out leaning
forward or standing up. Janet's eyes were gleaming as she smiled
passively at her friend, and turned away to look out the window. The
long pause continued as everyone else looked at Annette expectantly.
Annette yanked her boot back hard, bumping her knee loudly on the table
base. She had pulled back just enough to reach the laptop, but failed to
free the boot from underneath Janet's stockinged feet. To her dismay,
her heel was almost halfway out of the top of the boot, and the laces
where straining. Annette felt Janet'; toes moving over the top edge of
the ankle boot, discovering her partially exposed heel. She jumped
involuntarily when Janet's toe pressed into her arch, losing her place
in her notes, and losing precious millimeters in the battle for the ugly
boot.
"As I was saying, figure seven
indicates that..." Annette continued the presentation, still giving no
indication of the struggle ensuing under the table. Janet fas thrusting
her toes into the side up and down her ankle, causing her to squirm in
her seat. Suddenly, she felt Janet's silken toes slide down her arch,
dipping inside of her sock. Janet was not pulling at her shoe anymore,
in fact she was barely moving at all, just resting her toes underneath
the arch of Annette's foot, but well inside of her sock.
As Annette described another
financing scenario, Janet turned her ankle moving her heel from side to
side, resulting in the slightest movement of her toes under Annette's
arch. She wanted to scream as the warm nylon tickled her sole. For a
full minute, she barely maintained her composure, and finally, she could
not stand another second of it. She jerked her foot back abandoning her
ugly boot, and loosing her sock in the process. She felt a rush of cool
air on her stockinged foot as Janet grinned at her. Well at least I wore
stockings today she thought. Janet must definitely be a mind reader now
she thought, Janet slipped back into her heels and slowly move the tip
of her right heel and restd to face this man and moved her foot and heel
in the process ripping a huge hole in Annette’s stocking. Just as janet
finished speaking to this man and turned around she looked down to see a
patch of white skin visible through the hole in Annette’s stocking. You
BITCH Annette whispered under her breath. The meeting was soon over and
Annette and janet went back to their department once everyone else was
gone so no-one would see Annette’s feet. Their department was empty
today and Janet decided to apologise to Annette who was now sat at her
desk with the torn stockined foot crossed over her other under the desk
with a long run up to her knee. Janet walked over and asked Annette to
put her foot on the chair next to her, why? She asked, you’ll see said
janet. Ummm Ok she thought, nothing worse can happen. Janet sat on
another chair and kicked off her shoes, Annette was puzzled but took
them up from the floor and held them, then came a shock!. Janet started
rolling down both her stockings to her ankles. Why are y ( end of story?
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I was in the mall the other day
after I got off of work and stopped in the food court to get something
to eat. I ordered my food and looked for a place to sit where I could
sit and do some "girl-watching". I scanned the crowd and saw two young
ladies sitting in a booth. When I first saw them, they were behind a
divider, so I could not see what they were wearing. As I approached and
got around on theri side of the divider, I noticed they were wearing
skirts and as luck would have it, I was able to sit close enough to be
able to sit, eat and watch them. They were both wearing heels, but kept
playing with them underneigth their seats. They would slip their feet
out of their shoes and set them on top of their shoes. I can't say if
they noticed me watching, but even if they did, it would not have
mattered to me. I was downright staring. The one facing me, crossed her
legs putting her foot close to the isle, so I could get a nice long
unobstructed look. She kept rotating her ankle and flexing her toes. It
was at that point I think she realized I was watching her, because she
leaned over and said something to her friend and they both started
laughing. Apparently they decided to tease me because the one that had
her back to me slipped her shoes all the way off and pushed them to the
side and turned in such a way that I could plainly see both of her feet.
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Johnny, I hope I am not alone
here, when I tell you this story. I used to work with this young lady
that wore high heels every single day. Her name was Roni. She wore
really thick glasses. She had to have been a minus 10. ( legally blind
w/o her glasses ) Nice legs though and pretty feet and no matter what
doorway she was standing in, she would dip her feet in and out of her
shoes like crazy. She never took them off at her desk, but when she
stood in the doorway, like clockwork. On & off, on & off. I learn to
train my eyes, so I could watch her feet, but still keep eye contact
with her. She wore black high heels, white high heels and red high
heels. All with at least a 3 - 4" heel. I was in outside sales, so I was
hardly ever there when the place closed down. By that time I was
normally at home watching TV and getting stoned. However on this rare
occasion, I stuck around until closing. On this evening she is getting
ready to go, when she reaches into her purse and pulls out a pair of
black flats, slips off her red high heels and put them in her desk
drawer, closes it and heads out the door. I really want to get home, but
I kept saying to myself, "red high heels, red high heels." The service
manager was still there and one other sales guy. They asked me if I had
a key so I could lock up. I told them yes and they were on their way. As
soon as the last guy drove out of the parking lot, like a bee line, I
shot over to Roni's desk, leaned over and opened up her desk drawer.
Sure enough, there was a nice pair of still moistened red high heels
sitting there. I decided to take a seat at her desk. I kept looking up
to make sure no one else was around. I was quite paranoid. I reached in
and pulled out one high heel. Ohhhhhhhhhh it felt nice. I leaned over in
my chair, held her shoe to my face and deeply inhaled. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh it
smelled nice. I reached over and pulled her other high heel out. I just
sat there and slid my fingers all over her shoes. Imagining where her
pretty little toes had been just moments before. I had to have sat there
for a 1/2 hour, before I felt really safe that no one was coming back
for the evening. Once I felt safe, I got up from Roni's chair, high
heels in hand, and headed down the hallway. I went into the john and
cranked myself silly on Roni's high heels. I stuck my dick just as far
as I could into her shoe. I pressed her shoes as hard as I could on my
dick. I stood up and hung both of her high heels on my hardened dick.
Making them bounce up and down. Smelling one and hanging the other
upside down off the tip of my dick. I was in love with these shoes!
Finally, I just blasted a wad all over them. After regaining my
strength, I wiped everything off, returned to the front office and
placed Roni's shoes back in her drawer. The next day, when I came in
Roni was sitting behind her desk, so I could not see what shoes she was
wearing. I said hi and went into my office. A few moments later, I heard
Roni talking to one of the other sales guys, standing in his doorway. I
got up, walked into the main office and sure enough, I look down to see
a nice pair of red high heels, with a nice stocking foot being slipped
in and out of it. I could not help but think of how just yesterday, I
had those same shoes bouncing off of my dick. I wanted to tell her that,
but I knew that would be out of the question. During the next few weeks,
whenever I would see Roni wearing one of her other pairs of high heels,
I always made sure that I stuck around to see if she was going to leave
anymore trophies for me to bag. As it turns out, she did not always
change her shoes every night before she left, but within a few months
time, I finally put my markings on every one of her high heels. I don't
know about you, but I love watching a woman walk around in a pair of
high heels that I have cum in.
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My story is about a girl that I
work with. She always wears tennis shoes but they are not tied tightly
at all. She is always playing with her shoes, she constantly slides
them off and then laughs at me when she catches me watching her and says
that her feet are hot. I get to rub her feet very often and she has no
idea about my fetish however she is just happy that I give her foot
massages. She thinks I'm giving her a hard time when I catch her playing
with her shoes however she doesn't know that I actually love it.
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Before my second wife and I got
married, we were on a date at the aquarium. She was wearing a short
skirt that flared out, suntan sheer energy pantyhose with reinforced toe
and 1 in. high heel pumps. We had to walk about 5 blocks to get to the
aquarium, so not long after getting there, she took off her shoes and
walked around in her stocking feet. At one point we stopped for an ice
cream and she put her shoes down on top a garbage can. When we walked
off to see the rest of the Aquariun, she forgot her shoes there. It
wasn't until we were almost leaving that she remembered about her shoes.
However, when we got back to he garbage can, the shoes were gone and the
can had been emptied. So, there she stood in her pantyhosed feet, with
no shoes. We checked at lost and found, but they were not there. So, we
left there and I asked her would she still like to walk along the
riverfront even though she was in her stocking feet and to my surprise,
she said yes. We walked for about 3 blocks and then decided to return to
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If there is one place that
always has it's fair share of dippers and danglers, it is library. I
remember back in 8th grade, I would always go to the library as a kid
just to read, but in the end, I definitely learned more than what I was
reading. There was a librarian there who
always wore heels and tan pantyhose. Her name was Miss C. I remember she
would always dip and dangle like crazy when she could, and I especially
remember that great day in November. I was sitting there, reading, and
it was the afternoon. I saw her sit down on a chair taking a break, and
she got so tired, she took of her black loafers and put her feet on top
of the table. All I can say was I was in heaven. She was wearing nude
reinforced toes hose, and just curling her toes. I was so turned on, it
was driving me crazy. I was hoping I would see some toes spreading, and
after a while, I did! it was the best thing ever. After a while, she put
her loafers back on and went to work. I went to check out a book, and
right when I did, she gave me a little smile and said, "You're a good
kid, shame you don't come here often." I left confused thinking, "What?"
And then right when I got home, it hit me: she knew! Miss C, thanks for
helping me grow, in more ways than one!
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JN,
My brother got married last
winter. His wife to be, had four of her friends come into town for the
wedding to be her brides maids. His wife is no picnic, but her friends
were RED HOT! All just out of college. Traci, Linda, Mary and Teri. For
three days before the wedding they all crashed at our house. These girls
really wanted to party since they had not been to the big city. They
went out for a bachelorette party and dressed up like the were really
going to do the town. They were walking around the house wearing nice
short skirts, black pantyhose, fantastic high heels. Man I was dying!
All I could think about were all those legs in my house. When the limo
pulled up, I was like, "take me with you, take me with you." But away
they went, leaving me with just my memory to help me. I tried to stay
awake as long as I could so I could be there when they got home. Finally
at 2:30 am the limo pulls up and out pours five absolutely drunkin
babes. They were staggering, and laughing and having the time of their
lives. They were so wasted. They walked in and I was laying on the
couch. They told me they were sorry the woke me up, as I pretended like
i just woke up. It was no time at all before they were walking around in
their stocking feet. I could not believe this. The last hot woman that
had been in this house was years ago, and now there were five of them.
Did I die and go to heaven I thought? Even though they were smashed,
they had no plans on going to bed. They still wanted to party. I knew
where my brother stored his stash, so I broke out the bong. WEEEEEEEEEEE
they all squealed! PARTY! And party we did. We passed the bong around
and around and around. And while we did, I was all hands! They were so
wasted, not one of them complained. Sitting on the couch, sitting on the
floor in front of the couch, legs and stocking feet everywhere. They
still wanted to do some hard drinking, so I suggested bouncing a quarter
into the shot glass. Miss the bounce, do a shot. But I added a twist,
miss a bounce, give me a kiss. I guess they thought giving a kiss to a
guy a couple years younger than them was no big deal. They were not very
good at this game. I never had so many tongues down my throat. I was
making out like crazy. They were so far ahead me partywise, that I truly
took advantage of the situation. I would be kissing Teri, while I had
Linda's legs and feet across my lap. With just the light of the TV on, I
did not worry about what any of them was able to see. But I could see
plenty. Teri got up to dance around, and Mary sat down to take her place
and do a bong load. Linda stood right in front of me and squatted down
like a catcher, to do a bong load and fell right on top of me. Tits
right in my face! I was able to slide her on to the couch, but I left
her legs hanging down by my side. Beautiful black pantyhose, beautiful
stocking feet. I just kept leaning against her legs like they were a
pillow every chance I could. I was absolutely dripping. Little by little
they would start to find a place to crash. Linda the floor, Mary a
chair, Traci on the other couch. Teri was one that I really liked and
she was not ready to call it a night. We sat on the floor in front of
the couch and made out like crazy. I had my hand up her skirt and she
was as wet as could be. She would just let her head go back and I would
start kissing her knees and work my way up her skirt. Finally, her eyes
just rolled back and she passed out. Boy oh boy I said. I picked her
up, set her on the couch and stretched her legs out. I laid down on the
couch the opposite way, lifted her legs up and placed them on my chest,
so that her stocking feet were right in my face. I just started kissing
and nuzzling her feet when I finally crashed. When I woke up a few hours
later, she was still there, passed out with her legs up on my chest. It
was still dark, so I just picked up where I left off, with her stocking
feet smothering my face. When she started stirring, I turned sideways
and let her legs slide behind me. She got up and went into the bathroom.
She must have been in there a long time, because when I woke up, it was
daylight, most everyone was up and ready to go eat breakfast and get rid
of their hangovers. What a great night! When I have time, I will tell
you about the wedding reception.
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Johnny,
Did you ever go to a Mary Kay
convention? I have. The thrill of my life! I went a couple of years ago
with the woman that lived upstairs from me. She asked me if I would take
her, because she had sprained her ankle and needed some help getting
around. At first I did not really want to go. That was until we pulled
up to the convention center. Everywhere you looked, there were women
wearing sky blue blazers, black skirts, black nylons and high heel
shoes. Every stinkin' one of them. It was like a cookie cutter. I said,
"Thank you Lord, thank you". My friend had signed up for all these
different classes, and when we registered, they gave me a badge as well,
so I could take her to the different venues in a wheel chair. I dropped
her off at one seminar and decided to do a little investigating. Since I
had a badge and had "clearance, clarence", I went from one seminar to
the next. Johnny, I have never seen so many women with their shoes off
in one place. I would go into one room and at least a dozen of them
would be sitting with their shoes off. Blah, Blah, Blah. The speaker,
giving the talk, in her stocking feet! Some rooms had the lights out
because they were giving a slide presentation. But you knew there were a
ton of them in there with their shoes off. You would go into the next,
they would have the lights on and it was a heavenly site. Women would be
sitting with their legs crossed and their stocking feet out in the isle.
I would purposely look for the seat in the middle of the row, so I could
work my way past all of these legs and feet. "Excuse me", I would say,
as I rubbed my legs against theirs, struggling to get to my seat. 10
minutes later, just the reverse as I made my way out. There would be a
panel of women sitting in the front of the room and if they did not have
their shoes off, they were dangling their shoes off. Make up
demonstrations, women walking around with their shoes off. It was like a
big party. You would go by the phone booths, forget it! Stocking feet,
stocking feet, stocking feet, stocking feet. As many phone booths as
they had, there were woman standing at them with their shoes off. Women
sitting on the floor with their shoes in front of them, or next to them.
You could sit right on the floor and have 3 or 4 pair of stocking feet
just as close as could be. I decided I would see just how many of these
women would let a total stranger massage their feet. I would go in to a
crowded room, with women sitting on the floor and I would work my way in
and sit right next to them. I would try to sit down so that one of them
would have their foot or feet against my leg, once I got situated. When
I would move my leg, it would rub up against their foot and they would
apologize, like it was their fault. I would say, "Don't worry about it.
Have you done a lot of walking today?" I would ask. As soon as they
would start complaining about how long they had to wait for the shuttle
bus, or how long they stood in this line, or that line. I would just
take that as my cue to just start massaging away. Johnny, I did not even
have to ask. I just took a foot in hand and started massaging away. You
can not believe how thankful they were. Out of all of the one's I tried
to massage, only one, said she did not want me to. I had to have given
at least 2 dozen foot massages. There were so many women there, that
they converted most of the men's rooms into women's rooms. But once I
found one that I could use, it took no time at all to "enjoy" the
moment. At my age, it is not as easy as it used to be, but with this
much stimulus, I was a member of the "3 timers" club by days end. I was
exhausted. And "you know who" was starting to get sore. Even in line for
the food in the cafeteria, they would constantly be dipping their feet
in and out of their shoes, until they got a chance to sit down. Then it
was "off come the shoes". I met up with my neighbor in the lunchroom and
she was sitting with 5 other ladies, and 2 of them, I had given foot
massages to earlier. As soon as I sat down, the first thing they did was
ask me for another wonderful foot massage. Well who am I to turn down an
opportunity like that? They were telling my neighbor what a wonderful
job I did. As a matter of fact, I got 2 more referrals at the table! All
day long, all you could hear was the din of "chickens clucking", but
they were all stocking footed chickens, so all I can say is, it was
SWEET! What a wonderful, wonderful day.
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Johnny, I love stocking feet.
The look, the feel, the smell, everything about them, I love. Ever since
I was a small boy, all I was interested in was stocking feet. Here is
something I did in school. It was kind of bad, but no one got hurt, so I
don't feel too bad about it. One day we had this group of girls from the
local catholic school come to ours to put on a variety show. I was in
the auditorium watching them. There were about 40 of them. Some sang,
some danced, they all had different talents. For the first part of the
show, they were all wearing the same outfits, a blue top & a white skirt
& they all wore the same kind of black tap shoes. They were having what
looked like a lot of fun. While one or two of them did a number, the
others stood in the background until it was their turn to perform.
During the show, I had to go to the bathroom. I got up & went to take
care of business. When I was walking back to the auditorium, I noticed a
large box sitting outside of the stage entrance in the hallway. When I
got closer, I saw that it was divided into about 40 different
compartments. Kind of like how whiskey bottles look in their cartons. I
looked in the compartments, and in each one, there was a pair of red
high heel shoes. 40 pair of red high heels! Without even taking a second
to think about it, I looked around to see if anyone else was in the
hallway... The coast was clear. As fast as I could, I mixed up as many
of the shoes as I could, in the amount of time I figured I had, before I
would get caught. So now, there was a size 5 with a size 7 in one
compartment, a size 6 with a size 8 in another compartment. I put left
ones with left ones & right ones with right ones. Man it was a mess. I
was able to mix up almost every pair before I was done. After doing so,
I went up the staircase, and stood just out of sight. I could hear them
still performing on stage. In about 5 - 10 minutes, they all came
running out in the hallway to the sounds of thunderous applause. I stood
by the railing to take a peak. They were all jumping up & down
congratulating themselves for the great job they did & how much the
audience loved them. Then the teacher/coach/nun came out & started
yelling, "Come on, come on, get ready for the second half." As it turns
out, for the second half all they really needed to do was to change
their shoes. They all took off their tap shoes & through them in a pile
& reached in to the box to grab their individual pair of high heels. I
almost burst out laughing as some of them could not put their shoes on,
while others were almost swimming in theirs. Trying to put left shoes on
right feet. I was dying. Tears were coming down my face. They were all
looking at each other, looking at their shoes, trying to figure out
who's shoes belonged to who. The teacher/coach/nun comes running over &
starts screaming at them "Hey, we don't have all day!!" They looked at
her and said "Our shoes are all mixed up." "Well who's fault is that?"
She screamed! They were trying to figure out sizes, matching pairs up.
It was taking forever. Finally the teacher/coach/nun was so pissed off,
she just yelled "FORGET YOUR SHOES, JUST GET OUT THERE!" Some had
already figured out which shoes would fit them, but most did not. So the
ones that had shoes on, took theirs off & ran on stage. After the coast
was clear. I ran down the stairs & into the auditorium. I sat down right
in the front row & watched the show of a life time. 40 pretty young
girls all dancing and singing in their stocking feet. The show lasted at
least another 40 minutes & my eyes were glued to every one of those
pretty little feet. A couple of them did solo numbers standing near the
edge of the stage in their stocking feet. I was so glad, I had switched
those shoes. You'll never know. When the show ended, I went out in the
hallway & most of them were still in their stocking feet standing
around. Even after 40 minutes had gone by, the teacher/coach/nun was
still yelling her head off. I felt like going over & telling her it was
really all my fault. But after giving it some thought I said to
myself... "NAAAAAAAAAAAA"
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I have a story. A Tale Of 2
Shoes Back in high school we set aside a day in the spring for
Career Day for graduating seniors. Various reps from businesses and
colleges came with info for the class to look at. It was a very informal
setup with tables and podiums set up in our cafeteria. It was for after
school so we had all the time we needed to look over the different
material the reps had to offer. I on the hand had a different agenda.
SHOEPLAY! A business school sent out 2 reps... 2 nice looking reps. Both
wore skirts, one wore nude hose with black pumps, the other tan hose
with white pumps. The hope here was for some shoeplay and they didn't
disappoint. Both were avid dippers. What intrigued me though was both of
them had the same shoe size, and at times they dipped at the same time.
Hmmm... I wonder if one rep would mind wearing the other rep's shoe and
vice versa.? This would take some daring on my part or some would say
stupidity. The area where the reps were was not enclosed, so you could
walk around easily. Both reps were engrossed in conversation with other
kids, so that part would make my job easier to pull off. The rep with
the black shoe dipped and would rub her foot on the back of her leg all
the time. I just needed the other rep to do the same. She finally did.
Needless to say I had to make this quick. They both dipped their right
shoe, and I made the switch. Just in time, the rep with the black shoe
reached down and put her foot in her "new" white shoe. She didn't
realize a thing. Her new shoe fit like a glove. The other rep with the
white shoe was still rubbing the back of her leg when she put her foot
back down in her "new" black shoe. Now I want to see the show begin!
They both continued to dip in their new shoe. Things were wrapping up so
I moved to a safe distance to see their expression and it was comical.
They were putting their material away, when one rep said how did I end
up with your shoe on? The other rep was speechless, then they started to
laugh. They trade shoes, left no doubt wondering how this happened. ( a
side note to this story... in the movie entitled "the big parade of
comedy" circa 1939, they did almost the same thing on film. 1 woman is
sitting in a darkened theater, with her black high heels off, wiggling
her toes. another woman comes and sits down behind her & kicks off her
white high heels to relieve herself as well, however when she kicks off
her shoes, one of them knocks one of the other ladies black high heels
out of the way. the 1st woman, then slips what she believes are both of
her shoes, back on, gets up & walks out of the theater. wearing 1 white
high heel & 1 black high heel. "pete smith" is the narrator. he did a
lot of short films back in that period of time. very amusing to watch.
he talks about how this young lady was on her way to a job interview &
wanted to make an impression. "oh my" pete says, "she will" )
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One day I was in class right
and I always looked at this girl and her beautiful stocking feet, so we
were all chillin out ya know at school and we finally crossed paths with
each other so we sat down to talk and all that and then she just starts
dangling her shoe off her stocking foot and I was just mesmerized at her
stocking foot. So I played it cool and then her shoe came off and I
couldn't resist it, spontaneous I picked up the shoe and put it on her
feet and she thought that was really cool but I did it cause man she had
some pretty feet if you know what I mean.
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Dear Johnny,
Thanks for bringing back your
story page. I love it. Here is one for you. My best friend is named
Steve. He is married to a nice little honey. Her name is Jeanie. As nice
looking as can be. Really sexy, nice body, pretty face, nice legs. And
feet you would love to just bury your face in. Whenever I go over to
their house, they are usually in the middle of a fight about something
stupid. He is always getting drunk & high & always doing something that
he knows he will get in trouble for. Jeanie works at an apartment
complex as a leasing agent, so she dresses up every day. The only
problem is, almost as soon as she gets home, she heads right for the
bathroom & changes into sweats & a t-shirt. I can't tell you how many
times I have gone in the the bathroom, afterwards & almost swallowed her
pantyhose. I would hold them up to my face & breath in, just as hard as
I could. Just by chance I was over at their apartment the other day in
the middle of the day. Me & Steve were getting stoned. Jeanie came
walking in on her lunch break. I said to myself, "there may just be some
fireworks here". She walked into the kitchen to start fixing herself a
sandwich. While she was standing at the counter, cutting up some stuff
up, she went from about 5'4" to about 5'1". Hmmmm, I said. I wonder how
she got so short all of a sudden. I got up to get another beer & when I
went into the kitchen, she was standing there in her stocking feet. I
said to her, "Have you had a rough day Jeanie?" She said "My feet are
killing me! The owner is in town & I have to go to all the vacant
apartments with her to see what improvements are needed." I said, "Well,
I'm sure Steve will give you a nice foot massage while you eat your
lunch." She said, "Are you kidding? I could come home with bloody stumps
& he would not give me a foot massage." From the living room, I hear,
"Keep those smelly things away from me." I could not help thinking what
a waste, here she has these beautiful stocking feet at his beck & call,
and does not appreciate it. I said, "Well Jeanie, if you were my wife, I
would certainly give you a foot massage, after all, you are the one
bringing home the money around here." Steve said, "Hey if you want to
rub them, be my guest! Then she won't be bugging me." This I could not
believe. He was actually giving me permission to rub his wife's feet.
Pretty much telling me to do so. Well you don't have to hit me over the
head. Jeanie was done with making her sandwich & sat down at the dining
room table. Pretty feet and all. I walked over and sat down next to her.
I said, "Come here, baby, let me see those tired puppies." She said
"Really?" I said "Of course, if that lazy bum of a husband of yours
won't do it, I will." At that point, she pushed back her chair, lifted
one leg & set her foot on my leg. Her foot was flat against my leg, as
her knee was still bent. I could not help but notice, she was shooting
me a perfect "beave" by doing so. I put my hand on top of her foot and
asked her if she wanted "Swedish, Deep Tissue, Shiatsu" She says, "Hey
you really know your stuff, don't you?" She says "Surprise me" And I
straightened her leg & positioned her foot right snug in my crotch. She
said "I could hurt you real bad, if I wanted to." I said, "You could
"help" me real bad, if you wanted to, as well." And she gave me this
look. I think she realized, I was going to have as much fun with this as
she was. Since Steve was so engrossed in watching "Top Gun" for the 50th
time, I knew he was not paying attention to what was going on. I started
with her toes. Wiggling & massaging each one of them. She said "My God,
you give a great massage" She was in heaven. A big grin came over her
face & I could see, she was happy to find someone that would attend to
her sore feet. I was holding her foot & rotating her ankle, so the
bottom of her foot would just rub against my enlarged package. There is
no way, she could not notice, that I was getting incredibly hard. But my
pants & underwear would not allow for him to spread out, so it was just
a big hard lump. While I was working on her ankle, she was working my
lump like a gas pedal. She just kept grinning at me & looking over at
Steve, to see if he was paying attention. Sliding her toes up & down, as
I lifted her foot up & down. I could almost not contain myself. I was in
complete disbelieve of the situation. Steve was no more than 10 feet
away on the couch & behind him his wife was grinding on my unit with her
stocking foot. Whenever she would press down to hard, I could not help
but let out a yelp. We would just start laughing & I would grab her leg
& pull it away real quick. This would also give me another nice shot. I
tickled her foot a little & she let out a screech. Since all this noise
was interfering with Steve's movie, he turned around slightly & said,
"Hey, if you guys are going to make that much noise, take it in the
bedroom." Little did he know how much I wanted to. As nice as this was
going, I said to myself what the hell, Instead of just massaging her
foot, I started rubbing her leg as well. But I was doing it very
seductively. Real slow up, real slow down, all the way to her toes. I
could tell she was really getting wet by all of this attention. I set
that foot on the floor & reached down between her legs & lifted up her
other foot. I said, "Does this puppy need some attention too?" She gave
me these real sad eyes & said "Uh huh". I really wanted to kiss her
feet. I mean really bad. I lifted her other foot up & set it right on my
crotch. No mistake about it. I put it right there. This time when I ran
my hand up her leg, she leaned into him & really put her weight into it.
Like she was stepping on the brake pedal this time. My eyes popped out!
Under my breath I said, "Hey" She said "Sorry" & eased up on it. I
continued massaging & caressing her foot & leg while she was eating her
lunch. When she had finished her Coke, she said, "Could you hand me the
can of Coke behind you?" Knowing that I would have to get up. Taking her
foot out of my lap, I reluctantly did so. Only to reveal a nice big wet
spot on my pants. Jeanie looked at me, looked at my spot, looked again
at me & all I could do is grin & shrug my shoulders. She had a big smile
on her face & covered her mouth to keep from laughing. She said,
"Steve... ( I held my breath, because I did not know what was going to
come out of her mouth ) how come you don't give as good a massage as he
does?" He just grunted & kept watching his movie. I sat down again &
filled her glass and she slid her foot back into my crotch again,
wiggling her toes on my wet spot. She had this incredibly wicked look on
her face. She knew she was teasing the shit out of me with her feet. And
the thing about it was, I really did not care. Tease me all you like. I
started massaging again, but it was like somebody else was driving the
car. I just had my hands on her foot & leg while she did all the work
this time. Man, she was pressing on it, pushing, rubbing, tapping. I was
in heaven. By now she was just about done eating & I could hardly take
any more of this either. She said, "I have to get back to work." She
thanked me for the wonderful foot massage, & I said, "Oh, no, THANK
YOU!" We both went back & forth, like in the cartoons, "Thank you, Oh no
thank you." Still holding her leg while her foot was trying to make me
sing a couple of octaves higher, I reluctantly pulled her foot away from
my crotch, raised it to my awaiting lips & kissed each one of her toes.
One at a time. I said "Until next time, my dear". She got up, dumped her
dishes in the sink, slipped her shoes on, walked around, kissed Steve
good-bye, gave me a wink & a smile & walked out the door.
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I have recently been on a
flight and would like to tell you a true experience with a flight
attendant.
I was sitting opposite to the
F/A's jump seat near the exit, and from the beginning when she was
standing there greeting passengers, this beautiful lady was dipping her
feet out of her heels crazily. I just couldn't help but stare at her
nyloned feet. Soon the plane took off, and I caught her occasionally
playing her shoes. Then she suddenly picked out a blue bag from her crew
luggage, and it was a pair of flats.
Now I learn that, for their
comfort, F/As would change their 4" heeled pumps into these loafers
during the flight, and of course change it back when landing. I bet it
must be the most exciting scene I have seen when it happened just in
front of you. This flight attendant put out her flats out of her shoe
bag and placed it on the floor for a while, maybe just to let the smell
out! Cross-legged, she then removed slowly her pumps each by each into
the bag, taking the insoles into the flats, and put the new shoes onto
her nyloned feet. During the whole time, I was staring at her feet but I
noticed she might have caught my eyesight. At the end, she dangled a
little, and then placing the bag back with a smile to me.
For the rest of the flight, I
tried not to look at her too much in case she might have noticed me, but
when she was serving the meal on my row, I caught her dipping her feet
completely out of her shoes! One could see clearly her toes and her sole
of her loafers. I just wondered if she did it intentionally or not?
With common sense, one would
expect that the F/As would change back to their high-heeled pumps again
on arrival, and I had been waiting to see this happening again. Just
before landing, the crew had finished their cleaning, and I saw some of
them doing their make-up, including the F/A who sat opposite me. At
first, she took out the same blue bags (that contained her 4" pumps) out
from her crew luggage in front. She put the bag on the floor near her
feet while she was doing the make-up on the jump seat. I knew her shoes
were there in the bag, and I was staring at her, hoping the moment to
come. All of a sudden, she stood up, smiling on me, and took the shoe
bag with her to the gallery, which was just in front of the jump seat.
She closed the curtain in front of the gallery, and now I could only see
her shadow just behind the curtain. Then came a loud noise—something
hard dropping onto the floor—anyone could realize that it was a shoe
dropping sound! Oops…she was changing shoes there—without letting me see
it!! My heart was jumping as I was watching, in her shadow, standing and
flexing her legs twice. I guessed she must be slipping off and on shoes!
The F/A soon came out from the
curtain, now with her nice pumps on. Again I could see she was smiling
and holding the bag containing her flats. She just dropped the bag near
her luggage and it was there until I found the plane had touched down. I
was so excited but disappointed! When I was to leave the aircraft, she
greeted, ‘Have a nice trip, sir??And I replied, ‘Yeah, very much. Thank
you? I could still see the bag with her smelly flats inside.
I cannot help thinking of this
experience—it seemed that this beautiful F/A knew it all and was somehow
teasing me. Anyway, when I am flying again, I will certainly ask for an
exit seat.
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Hey Johnny, here is a story for
you. I hope you like it.
I work for this sales company
that sells computer software. I went on a sales call the other day and
was very pleasantly surprised when I saw who had made the appointment.
The company I called on did taxes. All I could see were nice looking
babes walking around. I was to deal with the office manager. She was a
very nice looking 30 year old blond woman named Karen. Man, she was
nice. The kind of woman, that if you saw her on the street, it might
just cause a traffic accident. She was sitting behind her desk when I
walked in, so I did not know what I was in for until she stood up. But
when she did and walked around her desk, I saw she was wearing a nice
short skirt, black pantyhose and NO shoes! She did not even ask me to
excuse her stocking feet. She told me to have a seat until she could
round up some others to take a look at the program I was offering them.
She walked out of the door and around the corner. MY Oh My, I said! Is
this my lucky day or what? It seemed like forever waiting for her to
come back in the office. I really wanted to see those pretty stocking
feet again. I was going crazy wondering if she would come back in her
stocking feet or with her shoes back on. I decided to hedge my bet a
little, when I got up to take a stroll around the office and make my way
over to her desk, to have a peak behind it. I made it half way across
the room, acting like I was looking at some of the pictures they had on
the wall, when she walked back in the room, still in her stocking feet,
with 2 other co-workers. Nancy and Beth. Both very nicely dressed and
very attractive. But sadly, these 2 had their shoes on. Nice dress
shoes, nice heel size. I made a comment about how nice it is to see
ladies dressed up as nicely. They told me that they also had to make
sales calls, so they had to look their best. After a few minutes of
small talk, Karen tells us that we can use the conference room to take a
look at my program. I let them lead the way, so I could enjoy the view.
And enjoy it, I DID! We walked into the conference room and boy was I
happy to see a glass top conference table. My hands were just shaking
while I was unpacking my laptop. I just could not take my eyes off of
these six beautiful legs and two beautiful stocking feet. Now mind you,
I can do this demo in about 5 minutes when I want to. But today, I
decided to do the LONG demo. And I mean LONG. I explained every aspect
of this program. They kept asking questions, so I kept answering them.
As nice as it was watching Karen cross and uncross her legs, I kept
watching Nancy and Beth work their high heels under their chairs. They
had their ankles crossed under their chairs and every few minutes they
would work one shoe off at a time. Talk about distracting. Short skirts,
nice legs, shoes coming off and on. I did not want this call to end.
Every question they would ask, I would write it down on a pad. I told
them, this way they would know that every point was covered. Karen just
kept wiggling her pretty toes, every time I would stop talking and start
writing. While I was answering one of her questions, Nancy's cell phone
went off in her purse. She got up and walked across the room to take the
call. She was still in direct view, so that was enjoyable. While she was
standing at a credenza, she was taking down a message. I kept watching
her and watching Karen stretching her legs out in front of her and
watching Beth working her shoes on and off. Just then I looked up to see
Nancy step out of both high heels. Again, I said MY Oh My! I just had to
get a closer look. In the middle of Karen's question, I interrupted and
asked if I could get a glass of water. Of course she replied. I got up
and walked over to the credenza where Nancy was standing, still with her
high heels off. I took as much time as I could getting my drink. "Would
you ladies care for a drink?" I asked. They did indeed, so back and
forth getting drinks and napkins. My eyes were darting all around the
room. Looking at this one, watching that one. While waiting for Nancy to
finish up, I suggested waiting a while for her and we continued
chatting. She just stood there in her stocking feet talking on the
phone. After a few minutes she was done. She put her phone back in her
purse, poured herself a drink and walked over to the table, leaving her
shoes by the credenza. Now I just could not concentrate on what I was
saying. I just sat back and let them talk about what this program could
do for them. I just said "Take your time ladies, I'll just sit here and
enjoy the view". They talked for easily 20 minutes. Both Karen and Nancy
sitting in their stocking feet and Beth kept playing with her shoes. I
did not want this sales call to end. Finally Karen told me to write up
an order, they want this program. It must be installed in about 10
different computers in the office and guess who is going to be doing
that installation? You guessed it. I told her to do it correctly is do
it one computer station at a time, to make sure everything goes
smoothly. She told me, she could not agree more. I told her I do my
installs the last part of the day. I figure they will be tired of
wearing any high heels by then. I have at least 10 or more appointments.
I can't wait to see how things turn out. I'll keep you posted Johnny. Oh
by the way Johnny, I've never done one install, but I will do what it
takes to learn by next week!
Georgie
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Here is a story for you and
your visitors. I hope you enjoy it. I have had many jobs over the years
and have always enjoyed being able to massage the feet of at least one
woman wherever I have worked. I have stayed at some companies, even tho
I hated it, just because I knew there was a young lady working there
that enjoyed my foot massages. To keep things short, I will just tell
you of one such company that I worked. It was a paging company. This was
back in the late 80’s – early 90’s when you actually had to go to a
paging company to get a pager. It wasn’t, fill your tank, get a free
pager. There were about a dozen sales reps, that would go out in the
field calling on companies to get their business. The majority of the
reps were young attractive females. They were always dressed very nice,
so as to make a good impression on their clients and potential
customers. I always liked working for companies that attracted young
professional women. As far as sales went, I was in the top of the bunch,
so I did not have to bust my hump and no one gave me any grief, because
I always made quota and above. So if I slacked off in the office, no one
said a word. At the end of the day, most of the reps would routinely
come back to the office to do their paper work. The boss was quite
adimit about making sure your paperwork was handed in on time. So long
about 2:30 – 3:00 I always made sure I was in the office. My target
audience was the construction industry, so I started earlier than the
rest. My desk was in the back of the office, so I got a pretty good look
at what was going on. I made sure that it was right by the copy machine
& coffee machine. You wanna make copies, you gotta come through me! Long
about 2:45 the conga line would start to form. In would stroll Tonya,
then Shari, then Kelli. Just about everybody in the place got along
really well. We all worked as a team. So it was a fun atmosphere. As
they would come in, they would normally throw their stuff on their
desks, sit down and start returning messages. It would not be long,
before I would notice, this one had her shoes off, and that one would
have her shoes off. After all, walking the pavement in heels, was no fun
on the “puppies”. I would just be able to sit back and drink in all this
wonderful scenery. Nice young attractive ladies walking around the
office in their stocking feet for a good hour or so. But even as nice as
that would be, it was just not enough for me. I learned at an early age,
how much women enjoyed a massage, ( from the right person ). If you were
not threatening in any manner, you could massage almost anything you
like. So I always started out with the neck and shoulders. I have not
met a single woman that did not enjoy a good neck & shoulder massage
after being bent over a desk. After they feel confident with your hands
on them, you just about have freedom to do whatever you like. And for
me, that would be to take their nice warm, tired, aromatic, stocking
feet and put them right up in my lap. So after a few minutes of neck and
shoulder massage, I would pull up a chair and sit right down next to
them. I’m telling you, once you have them trained, it is like having a
cat jump up in your lap. All you have to do is pat your leg a couple of
times & up come those beautiful stocking feet. Never fails. The first
time they may balk and say that their feet smell from being in their
shoes all day. But when you tell them that because of allergies, you
can’t smell a thing anyway, they have no excuse. Sometimes even if I did
have allergies I would have been able to smell some of their feet. After
going around the room, like a bee to a field of flowers, I would take my
leave down the hallway & enjoy the fruits of my labor with my hands
still full of this wonderful honey. I sure hated to leave that company.
But like I say, I ALWAYS find a place to start a new hive of honeys.
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