Now this story is real. Happened roughly 5 years ago, and it's something I'll never forget. Enjoy!
About 5 years ago, at my last place of employment, I used to do the new employee orientations for the IT Department. They’d spend about ½ hour in my office listening to me drone on about the company’s network architecture and what software they would use and how to log in and blah blah blah. I actually kinda liked it, as I was able to see all of the new people and check out where the hotties would be working. Gotta love the inside track. It was not uncommon at all for me to take peeks at the new female employees and their legs and feet. I tried to be discreet, but in retrospect I may have trapped myself from time to time.
Anyway, it was another Monday, so it was time for another orientation group to come through. I didn’t know it yet, but this one would be different. A group of three walked in, two women and a man, and the class began. As I spoke, I could feel the connection being established with Katie, a 19-year-old who would be working in one of the accounting areas. Nothing like fireworks, but I could tell we were kindred spirits and that we’d be good friends. Soon, I finished up the little IT class and they all left my office.
Within the next few days, I received an email from Katie asking for help with her computer. She didn’t know anyone else in IT, so she emailed me first. Needless to say, I was delighted and made my way over to her cubicle immediately. After fixing the problem and getting her back online, I noticed that she used one of the Instant Messenger services. I gave her my IM address and told her to message me anytime. She smiled and said she would, and I left, feeling pretty proud of myself at that point.
As the next 2 months passed, we talked or messaged each other almost every day and got to know one another. Soon we were bitching about work, home, etc. to each other, cementing our friendship. Up until that point, we were very respectful of each other. Not much overt flirting or anything like that. Soon our friendship took that next step – you know, the one where you can say whatever whenever and the other person doesn’t get offended. That’s when the flirting and the sex talk started. It was very general talk, such as “what do you like/hate in bed†and “do you have any fetishesâ€. It was during the fetish talk that I told her about my love for foot seduction. To my almost-shock, she took this news in stride and told me that she enjoyed playing footsie. You just don’t find 19-year-olds who not only have experience but actually enjoy seducing men with their feet. Katie wasn’t your normal 19-year-old, though. Much more mature, and I was very attracted by that. That attraction was intensified by this newfound tidbit of information, and it wasn’t long before I was dropping hints here and there about my desires.
We would meet up for lunch a couple of times a week, and sometimes we wouldn’t even eat. We’d head to a local park and talk, or if we were feeling a little horny, we’d give each other sensual backrubs or we’d just lie in the car and hold each other. Needless to say, we were pretty close at that point, and I decided to throw caution to the wind and ask her if she’d play footsie with me. I figured the worst she would do was laugh at me, but she didn’t. To my surprise, she said she would, and we made a date for after work the next week. We’d meet at one of our favorite parks and go from there. Needless to say, I was extremely excited.
Well, the day came, and we didn’t talk about it much except for a “see you after work†message on IM. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. What if she didn’t show up? What if she left disappointed? What if she didn’t know what she was doing and the experience was awful? Lots of thoughts raced through my head as she followed me from work to the park. I tell you, that 5 minutes could not have gone fast enough. We got out of our cars and headed up to a lone picnic bench in a somewhat secluded area. I sat down first and chose the opposite side of the table, thinking she would want to play under the table. I was wrong – she came around the table and sat down on the bench beside me, turning to face me. I did the same, and soon we were straddling the bench, talking about our days and gas prices and etc.
All the while, I couldn’t help looking down at her feet, which were covered in flesh-colored stockings and a pair of pumps. She noticed my stare and started to pop her feet out of her shoes and dangle them from her toes, first one, then the other. It was driving me wild, and a few minutes of that was all I could take. I found a convenient break in the conversation and said “Well?†with a big smile. She smiled back and gave me the coy “Well what?â€. I looked down at her feet, and she got the message loud and clear. Her smile turned into a sly grin as she slipped her right foot out of her shoe and began to slide over my shoetop. It didn’t take her long to get to the ankle, and soon she was drawing circles around the bone. I was amazed; she was a pro. I never expected it to be this good. She definitely knew what she was doing, and she proved it every minute.
Next up was my shin, and her toes rubbed over that, both over the top of my pants and underneath them. Each movement was so amazingly perfect. Like an artist’s brushstrokes. Just amazing. First she gave my left shin attention, then my right one, then up each shin to my knee and back down again. As you can guess, my cock was attempting to burst through my Dockers at that point. She knew what kind of effect she had on me, and she was milking it. She’d even started rubbing my lower thighs with the ball of her foot, but just as I wished she’d go higher, she’d be a total tease and make her way back down. The desire was growing inside of me to dangerous levels, and she loved the fact that she was the reason.
After about 10 minutes, she slipped her right foot back into her shoe only to pull her left one out and continue where she left off. At that point, I realized that there was no going back now; she had taken me across that imaginary threshold, and I couldn’t hold back. As she made one of her trips up over my knee to my thigh, I asked “So, how high can you go?†She smiled and replied, “How high CAN I go?†My response: “How far can you stretch?†That was it; no sooner did I finish the last word then she moved her stockinged foot up my thigh. She sensually rubbed my leg back and forth, going further up with each movement. I tipped my head back in anticipation. Then the moment finally came. She had reached my groin, and with one gentle but firm movement, she moved her foot up onto my hard cock and began to rub it up and down through my pants. I let out a slow moan of pleasure. She was surprised at my reaction, and became flushed with excitement. Katie continued to tease me, rubbing my rod for a little while, then moving back down one of my thighs, only to return again. She was really getting into this, and that made me even more happy. There was no way that I wanted her to have a bad time.
Soon the trips back down the thigh were a thing of the past, and she and her foot focused totally on my rock-hard penis. It was getting to be too much to bear, yet I didn’t want it to end. Such problems, eh? J Anyway, after a few more minutes, I grabbed her foot, cradled it in my hands and rubbed it as a thank-you. We then embraced and kissed, but there was a lot more to that goodbye than just that. If it hadn’t been time to leave, I believe we would have found a very secluded spot in the nearby woods to “get to know each other betterâ€. The lust in the air was that thick. We kissed again and left, but that wasn’t the only footsie experience with Katie. On the contrary, it was just the beginning…
[ENG] A Walk In The Park
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Thanks guys. Glad you liked it. DP, I respect your opinion very much, considering all of the stories you've read before. Thanks!
Yeah, it can be very tricky getting "involved" at work. I am so glad that I took a few months to really get to know her. I was convinced that she wouldn't flake out on me, and she never did. Amazing girl, she was.
Anyway, more stories to come.
P-Dub
Yeah, it can be very tricky getting "involved" at work. I am so glad that I took a few months to really get to know her. I was convinced that she wouldn't flake out on me, and she never did. Amazing girl, she was.
Anyway, more stories to come.
P-Dub
