written by Unknown author
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This is a true experience that happened a couple of months ago. There is a woman I’ve known for about 7 or 8 years who is represents a company that supplies products for the company I work for. Aside from our working relationship she and I have developed a warm friendship through the years. We talk by phone once a week and she comes into town to see me once a month on business.
After we discuss business, we usually go out for a business lunch or dinner and talk. She is in her late 30’s but looks a lot younger. Beautiful long blonde hair, slight build, very sexy. On this particular day, she was wearing a business skirt, stockings and black pumps. She sat in the chair across from my desk and we discussed our usual work business.
After dealing with that, the conversation turned to personal. I knew she had been dating a guy and I asked her how it was going. She told me it didn’t and that she was just taking her time. Without thinking or missing a beat, I made the comment that she should have “guys throwing themselves at her feet”. She laughed and said that will never happen. opportunity came knocking!
I said “we’ll fix that” and got up and went over to where she was sitting. She had her legs crossed. I proceeded to lay down on my back in front of her. She started laughing and after a second or two lifted her right foot onto my chest. She had mostly her front part of her foot on me but the heel was resting on the edge of my chest. Since her legs were still crossed, her left foot was about an inch from my face.
She looked down at me and realizing her foot was close to my face, laughed and said “look at this.” With that she tapped my face with her foot. She then uncrossed her legs and placed her other foot on my stomach. She said she finally had it all…a great friend who was now also her personal rug. She said she could now say she has had men throw themselves at her. We laughed. She asked if I was alright. I told her, of course…no problem.
After a couple of minutes she lifted her feet off me and I got up. I had wished I could have had more but being at work and all didn’t want to press my luck. We went to lunch afterward. I speak to her all the time and have seen her since. We are planning on having lunch again next month when she makes her visit. I’m going to try somehow to steer the conversation to have her walk on me. I really love my job!
Did you tell her you liked her feet on you?