As you may have read in my previous stories, the phone company is THE place to work for "Joes who love toes". This is about another delightful interaction with the beautiful "Lady T."

All the calls that came into our office were routed through a console. The people working the console (The Board) would answer the call, then direct it to the appropriate service representative. Working the Board could be tough. Some days you were constantly busy, other days you wouldn't be doing anything.

One day I got assigned to work the Board after lunch. That meant I'd be there with one of the other clerks until 5:00pm. If your "board-mate" was somebody that you didn't get along with, well….it could make for a L-O-N-G afternoon.

When I got to the Board, the other person wasn't there yet. So I grabbed a chair, threw on a headset and started answering calls. I didn't even notice when my board-mate walked in and sat down. That is, I didn't notice until I looked down and saw THOSE toes.

It was Lady T, and those beautiful toes of hers were wrapped in suntan colored nylons and sticking out of a pair of high heeled open toed shoes.

I said hello in between calls. She smiled and returned my greeting.

"Do you mind if I take my shoes off ?" she asked. "I just HATE shoes, and we have to sit here for so long…….."

"No, I don't mind. Would you like me to help you ?" I asked as my member began to swell.

"Oh, would you ?" She inquired coyly as she turned and put her left foot on my lap.

I gently took hold of her leg just above the ankle with my left hand, and slid the strap of her shoe off her heel. I then let my index finger glide across her silken covered sole as I slowly slid the shoe off her foot.

"Would you do one more favor for me?" She asked.

"Name it." I said, hoping she would ask me to wrap my mouth around those five delicacies placed before me.

Looking at me with a knwoing smile she said, "Could you pull the end of my nylons just a bit, so I can stretch my toes? They get all cramped up in nylons and shoes."

My heart was pounding, my schwanz was throbbing. I thought if I touch those feet now, she'll know EXACTLY how I feel about her and her feet! I reached forward and gently pulled the end of her hose away from the tips of her toes. The sheer material stretched and revealed a better view of her luscious foot. I was rewarded for my kindness with the sight of her toes stretching and spreading apart, allowing me to see the tender pads of skin under each toe. A faint scent drifted up to my nostrils. The aroma was intoxicating.

I must have looked like I was in a trance as she put the other foot in my lap and reminded me about her other foot. "I've got another one of those."

Of course, always being the gentleman, and always being gallant, I returned to the second object of my lust and repeated the same steps, enjoying these as I had the first. And again, rewarded with both sight and scent.

She turned back to the Board. As she did, she slid her right foot under her left leg. There I saw the most beautiful sole I have ever seen. It appeared so soft, so smooth. Its nylon sheath only enhancing its beauty to me. How I longed to hold, to caress, to cover that foot with tender kisses and gentle nibbles. But how? What could I use as my vehicle to my heavenly retreat?

Then as if by divine intervention, I saw it. A run in the bottom of her nylon. Dare I bring it to her attention? Dare I risk her moving her sole away from me out of embarrassment? Would she be grateful ? Would she be offended ?

"Uh-oh, looks like somebody has to get a new pair of pantyhose!" I said with a hint of laughter as I put the tip of my index finger at the beginning of the run.

She didn't even flinch. "Oh, I know. I've got a run in these nylons. No big deal. I wear them until they run and then just throw 'em out." She said matter of factly. "Besides they're just knee-highs anyway."

"Oh, so its OK if I do this?" I said as I pushed my finger further under the nylon and pulled it away from her foot. The nylon reacted as I had expected. The threads burst from the pressure. A flood of foot came rushing out of the nylon. Her toes and sole were exposed to the air, and to my ticklish touch. I ran my fingers up and down her sole. From toes to heel and back again, over and over. She roared with laughter unable to pull her foot from underneath her own leg.

Finally I gave her a moment to catch her breath. She turned toward me as she pulled her foot out from under herself and put it squarely back in my lap.

"Look what you did!" She said in mock anger. "How will I ever forgive you?"

I picked up her now bare foot, cradling it in both hands. I slowly brought it up to my mouth and placed a tender kiss on each bare toe. "Please forgive me for ruining your nylon." I said.

"OK, this time. But you'll have to make it up to me this weekend." She declared.

"How ?" I asked truly wondering what she had in mind.

She then put her other foot in my lap, placing the nylon covered one next to the bare one. "By giving me a matched set." She said as she pointed first to her shredded nylon covered bare foot and then to the pristine nylon covered right foot. Anybody out there have a need for two torn nylons?