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Our Building Manager's Sexy Feet
Published on Friday, March 12, 2010

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Editor's Note: This author made a point to change the details of this story so that he and
the woman involved can't be indentified. Ironically, these changed details might inadvertently
describe someone you know. If that happens, don't assume you are correct. Following up on
such an assumption will undoubtedly be embarrassing for both you and the other person.


I work in an office building that is managed by a very tall and beautiful woman whose feet I've been fantasizing about for some time. I can't help it. She'll often walk around her office's carpeted floor in her bare feet. I love when women do that! Needless to say, I'm always happy to volunteer whenever a visit to her office needs to be made.

Normally, any chatting we do is short and related to management of the building. But the other day she caught me off guard, and asked me point blank if I had a foot fetish. She told me straight out that she had noticed how I always seemed to be looking at her feet whenever she walked around her office barefooted. To prove her presumption before I could confess it, she had propped her feet up onto her desk while I was sitting on the other side of it, and flexed her wrinkled soles only inches from my face when she asked the question.

I stammered. "Uhhh," I tried to answer before she interrupted.

"That's all right," she said with a knowing smile. "There's certainly nothing wrong with having a foot fetish."

"You wouldn't be offended by it?" I asked, still not quite sure that she was okay with it.

"Not at all," she answered back.

I didn't know what to say next. I was glad that her office staff had gone home for the day.

"Cat got your tongue?" She asked with a laugh.

"A little bit I guess," I replied. "It's not every day that I confess to someone that I have a foot fetish. And it's somewhat awkward, too, because you're our building manager, so we're practically co-workers."

"Don't give it a second thought," she said in a comforting voice.

"Okay," I nervously replied. She had a mischievous look on her face, and it had me a little worried.

"So, do you like my feet?" She asked.

"You have great feet," I told her.

"Thanks for the compliment."

It was at this point that she expressed her curiosity about what it was like for me to have a foot fetish. She wanted to know the kind of things that turned me on about feet. More specifically, she wanted to know what I would like to do to her feet if given the chance, so I told her.

When I confessed to her that I had fantasized about tickling her feet, she interrupted, and told me that her feet happened to be "very ticklish."

"Very ticklish?" I asked.

"Very!" She exclaimed.

The temptation was too great, so I reached up to touch one of her wrinkled soles.

"Hmmmm," she hummed. "That's not so bad, but then, you're not really tickling me."

I immediately gave one of her soles a quick, hard tickle.

Right away she pulled her feet back, and off of the desk. "Now THAT tickles," she exclaimed. "I don't like hard tickling."

"Sorry," I replied. "I only wanted the tickling to be pleasurable."

"Well, I liked the lighter tickling you did," she confessed.

"If I promise only to tickle your feet lightly," I started to say, but she interrupted by putting her feet back on the desk in front of my face.

"Okay, but only if you promise."

"I promise," I told her as I very lightly began to trace each wrinkle of her soles.

She gave a low mean of appoval, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back on the head rest of her high backed chair. "Now THIS I can enjoy."

For the next twenty minutes or so, not a word was spoken between us. I happily realized how really soft her feet are as I lightly tickled every inch of her soles. At one point I got bold enough to very softly tongue in between her toes, and then with a silent, but approving moan of pleasure coming from her, I began to suck each one of her big toes, and then the rest of them as well.

After about forty-five minutes, she said, "I hope you know that you're going to have to stop on your own because I'm not about to stop you."

"I guess we'll have to stop soon so that we can both get home," I told her. "But if it's still all right with you, I'd love to keep enjoying your feet for a little while longer."

"It's fine by me," she replied.

After about another twenty minutes, despite my desire to continue, because I could have enjoyed her soles and toes much longer, I stopped. "Thank you for letting me do that," I said very appreciatively.

"No, no, no," she said with a giggle in her voice. "Thank you! It was my pleasure."

Afterward, we kind of agreed not to make a "thing of it," but she also told me she woudn't mind at all if every once in a while I would more or less repeat what I had done.

I happily agreed, and assured her that we'd just "play things by ear" while being discreet about it.

I can hardly wait for the next time. What I didn't confess to her was my more hard core fantasy of tying her down for a really hard tickling session. I can tell you that her feet really are very, very ticklish! I think if I play my cards right, I'll get her tied down one of these days, and I suspect she'll really get off on having her feet tickled hard. Meanwhile, I'll be thinking about what happened between us for a long time.

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