The Foot Club
(Published on Wednesday, March 23, 2011)

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When I started my new career, I had no idea what other turns my life would take.  I was a recent ‘empty nester’ staring down the barrel of my 50^th birthday.  I was happily married and my wife was indoctrinated to the joys of foot sex.  Although she played the role well, she never really got off on it, per se.  I often wondered what I would do if I found a woman who did.

Then I started the new job and things began to change.  At first I remember thinking that the women in the office, about 35 in number, were not particularly attractive.  Gradually I observed and I began to notice Stacey.  Stacey appeared to be in her early thirties, was about 5’8” tall.  She was thin with a large chest but what struck me about her was her sultry look, shoulder length brown hair and the most perfect set of legs I’d ever seen.  They were very thin but perfectly formed and toned.

She mostly wore short dresses or skirts and blouses even though our office was casual.  And she always, always, unless she had on shorts or Capri pants, wore pantyhose that were either suntan or opaque black.  That is one of my weaknesses, especially black, and her perfect legs and mid-thigh skirts and dresses made matters worse.  Then, to make matters really unfair, she typically wore dressy heeled sandals or low heeled backless, open toed pumps.

At our monthly employee meetings I would find a seat where I could watch her because she played with her feet.  They were seldom still.  She would slip those perfect size 6’s out of her shoes and, ankles together, slowly slide them front and back lightly scraping her soles on the tops of her shoes.  It drove me crazy.  She did other things with them, too, but I’ll save those for later.

As she got to know me, she took a liking to me.  When we conversed she would get close, invading my space.  I couldn’t understand why, given our age difference, because it felt like she was coming on to me.  Then one day, I found her on facebook and was shocked to learn she was 47.  I eventually figured out that she was coming on because the up close conversation started after an employee meeting when she caught me staring at her feet and smiled seductively at me.  Then she started removing a shoe when she was up close and rubbing the stocking foot on the back of her other leg or on the top of her other foot and that sound of nylon on nylon drove me wild.  And of course, when I would sneak a peek, she would smile.  I made it a point to visit the candy dish on her desk in customer service daily, humor her for a couple minutes and see what she was wearing.

When I was comfortable with Stacey and thinking she was the only woman there that interested me, along came Valerie.  Newly hired, Valerie turned out to be 27.  She had just above the shoulder brown, almost black, hair.  From her head to her knees she was perfect.  She had full lips, beautiful teeth, a great smile and dancing brown eyes.  Her figure was truly an hour glass and she dressed to accentuate it.  She normally wore slacks and her shoes hid her feet.

When I finally saw her in a dress I discovered that she had extremely thin and shapeless calves but she made up for that with lovely feet.  She had thin ankles and her size 9 feet were thin with high arches.  When summer came I discovered that she had wonderful long thin toes and in summer you could usually find her feet out of her sandals and bare on the carpet under her desk.  She also loved to tuck them under her chair with her toes curled, making the soles delightfully wrinkled.  She never caught me staring but I don’t think she had an awareness for that sort of thing.  She was engaged to be married in a year and had lost her “radar.”

I think Valerie felt safe with me and her bubbly personality, unlike most in IT, charmed me from the beginning.  If she had only known what I wanted her to do with those feet!

About 2 months later another new girl started.  Liza, I later learned, was 27.  She was 5’9” like me and the only way I can describe her is to say she is supermodel material.  She is gorgeous with breast length reddish brown hair, a porcelain face with piercing Mediterranean blue eyes.  Like Valerie, her C cup breasts were usually in a pushup bra.  She dressed casually and either wore sandals or flats with thin knee highs, depending on the weather.  At her desk in graphic design her feet were always out of her shoes with one foot on top of the other.  She, too, had thin ankles, but her perfect size 8’s had a bit more padding on the sole than either Valerie or Stacey.  We became good friends and she even used her design talents to help me in my hobby.

When I thought it couldn’t get much better, I discovered Julie.  Julie was tall, probably 6’2” and very thin.  Here legs looked like they could go around you three times and she had a firm looking, perky ass.  Julie had shoulder length brown hair and a girlish, cute face.  Her torso was long with a sculpted back.  She obviously worked out but did not appear muscular.  She almost always wore black slacks or shorts or skirt and her tops complemented nicely.  In all but the warmest months she wore black tights or hose with pumps.  Her feet were big, probably size 11 or 12, but thin with high arches and narrow ankles.  I loved seeing her in skirts because they were always short, accentuating her extremely long legs.  In summer I discovered she had incredibly long, thin toes which she caught me staring at on more than one occasion.

Julie was married with 3 daughters and I put her at maybe 30.  Then one day the photos on her desk changed or moved and 3 older girls appeared.  Could these be the same girls I wondered.  So I asked her and they were and the oldest was 15.  No way, I thought, could she be approaching 40.  She had the body of a twenty-something.

Julie caught me staring as well but she really seemed to like it and I felt she was actually creating situations for me to stare.  It’s almost like she was getting off on it.  She only worked in office on Tuesdays I learned and I would always look forward to Tuesday.  One day she came over from product research to ask me a question.  She had on a long sweater jacket but under it were black tights and the sweater slit at the upper thigh revealing the inner curve of her legs.  I couldn’t help but stare and after I answered her question she turned to leave and turned back with a smirk and said, “See if you can concentrate now.”  I could only concentrate on one thing, those legs.

After about a year on the job our company moved to a new building about 10 miles away.  It was much bigger and allowed us to be properly organized.  Along with the move came the addition of some services that required us to have “duty sections.”  Each duty group was 5 people, 1 from each major department necessary to do the extra service we had.  You got time off to compensate for the duty time because not everybody was in duty sections.  There were 5 sections so you had a 5 hour day every 5^th Saturday and one day each week you worked 2 extra hours at the end of day.  But this “duty work” was in the extra service and sometimes involved the 5 of you working together outside of your function, testing products.

Well, somebody must have been looking out for me because my section consisted of me, Julie, Valerie, Liza and Stacey.  The other upside of it was the duty work was very easy and never took even half the time we were allotted.  We were trained on the duty work on Friday and the next day had our first duty day.  It was a warm June day and we were allowed to wear whatever we wanted, so long as it was not too revealing.

I wore my heather gray Champion shorts which are mid-calf length or longer and a red tee shirt.  All 4 ladies had on shorts of various types, fitted tank tops and flip-flops.  We decided to go at the duty work together, get it done and each of us could wrap up a few things at our desks before joining for an early lunch and coast into the 1pm quitting time.

About 10 minutes before 11 my phone rang and it was Julie telling me they were all in the lunch room and I should join them, so I did.

They had grabbed one of the round tables that seat four but pulled 5 chairs up to it.  The chair remaining for me was between Stacey and Valerie with Julie and Liza across from me.  As we enjoyed our lunch and chatted I felt a foot, without the flipflop, brush the inside of my calf.  I instinctively moved my leg out a few inches and within a few seconds it was back brushing my leg.  I straightened my leg, effectively lowering it toward the floor and the foot found its way back.  This time it was on top of my leg, the sole rubbing me and it came over my knee and onto my thigh.

From the angles involved this had to be either Julie or Liza.  Conversation went on and peoples expressions did not reveal that anything was going on under the table.  The massaging continued and then the other foot came on my left leg.  My mind was racing with where this was headed and why.

I was sensing the feet and guessing that it was Julie who was up to this but as I studied facial expressions I began to doubt that.  With the small table, either of the two could easily reach all the way over to me with their legs.  Then one of the feet moved to the inside of my thigh and slid up under my balls.  The top of the foot stroked the underside of my balls and I now had a raging hard on and was sporting a good 8” tent in the baggy shorts.

As I studied their faces, Liza got kind of a funny look and I thought, “Ah ha!”  But then she asked directly, “Are you OK Ben?  You look a bit flushed.”  Stacey looked at me and then at Liza and with that Julie cracked a devilish grin. 

Stacey shot a look at her and said, “Julie!  You started the test already, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, we’re well into it,” Julie said, “and I’m sure I’m right.”

“It wasn’t supposed to start until we could watch,” Liza said.

“So, move the table and watch,” Julie replied with a big smile.

Stacey and Liza wasted no time clearing off the table, picking it up and moving it.  Then Stacey moved her chair closer to Julie show she could get a good head on view of the action.  Valerie sat absolutely wide eyed next to me staring down at my tent and Julie’s feet with one hand over her mouth.

Julie said, “I’m right.  Ben likes feet.  No, Ben loves feet, don’t you Ben?”

Before I could blubber something stupid, Stacey jumped in with, “Jerking him off with your feet won’t prove anything Julie.  I’ve jerked off lots of guys and it doesn’t mean they have a foot fetish.  It just means they’re horny and like getting stroked, with anything.  You’ve got to do what we said.  You’ve got to do something that a normal guy would find very painful but a foot guy would enjoy.  That’s the only way to prove it.  If he’s not a foot guy, the pain will hurt and he’ll go limp.”

“Yeah, I know,” Julie said, “I will.  But he didn’t go limp from the embarrassment of discovery.”

“That doesn’t prove anything and you’d better do it before he cums,” Stacey said.  “He’s already quivering some.”

I had slumped in my chair with the table gone.  My hands were on the sides of my chair seat, holding on.  Liza had one hand on her breast, squeezing the nipple through her tank top.  Her other hand was down her shorts.  Stacey moved a hand down her shorts.  Julie was slumped down, too, hands holding tight to her chair while her feet and legs worked as she stared intently at my tent.  Her right foot was still under my balls and she moved her left foot up my thigh and into my shorts.  Her foot found its way into the leg of my boxers.  It kept advancing until it was between my dick and abdomen with the sole on my abdomen.  Then she flexed her ankle bringing the top of her toes onto my shaft and gently stroked it up and down, being careful not to touch the head.

“I had forgotten how much fun this is,” Julie said.  “Tom won’t let me do this.”  Julie now had one hand on her nipple also as did Valerie.  Stacey was the only one who didn’t but she was the only one with a bra on.  Her DD’s pretty much need one.

Stacey said, “It’s more fun doing it than watching.  I get off doing it but I only get hot watching.”

“You’re gonna get hotter,” Julie said, “cuz we’ve got a ways to go yet.  He’s got to get a lot harder.”  With that she withdrew the right foot from under my balls and used the toes to teasingly trace up and down my shaft thru my shorts.  The top of her left foot pressed a little more on my shaft and matched the stroke of the right toes so now it was not so much teasing as it was gentle stroking.  She would do a few strokes and then pause and then start again.  This went on for a few minutes.  And I didn’t think I could get any bigger or harder, but I was.

Then Julie removed her left foot from my shorts and put it in the same position on top of my shorts.  This collapsed the tent around my pole and they could all see its size.  Valerie gasped slightly.  Liza massaged herself with a little more purpose and Stacey let out a soft, “Oh, yeah.”

Julie worked my shaft gently in various ways, teasing it, stroking it, pausing now and then.  As she did this she studied my face intently to know when to stop.  It was unbelievable and much more difficult to hold back and prove her wrong when I could see her beautiful feet controlling my cock, especially since my ultimate dream is to be taken against my will.

Wet spots were appearing in the fabric of my shorts and she stopped.  She pointed her feet toward each other and used the space between the big toe and second toe to grip my cock near the head from both sides, trapping it.  She slid her feet slowly down the shaft pulling the soft fabric of my shorts tight around it. 

Then she removed her right foot and placed it carefully in the same position at “the neck” right below the head.  She brought her left foot up and placed it in the same position immediately below the right foot.  She said, “OK ladies.  This is the moment of truth.  In the next minute he will either scream in pain and never forgive us or he will scream with delight and cum in bunches, shooting right thru the fabric.  Either way, he has no control now.  I have all the control.”

Their eyes were all glued to her feet and my cock as she tightened her grip as much as she possibly could.  She began to pivot her right foot as her vice-like toe grip twisted back and forth, back and forth, around the head of my cock.  It seemed like her grip got tighter and tighter as her twisting got faster and faster. 

At first there was soft pain underneath the pleasure, but that disappeared and the pleasure increased until I couldn’t control it and I did scream in delight as she predicted and I watched my cum shoot thru that fabric in volley after volley and run down onto the tops of her feet and she continued to grip and twist all thru it.  She didn’t stop twisting until my last prolonged thrust and she held her grip until my dick went limp in her grasp.