Being an office manageress, I have the pleasure of having an eighteen year old trainee as an assistant to help me in the day to day tasks that I need to perform. On this particular day I was trying to compile a document for the main board. I needed a file stored in our store. Joe said he would go to find it for me as I was rather busy .

Soon he phoned me to say that he was having trouble locating the folder and if i could give him any more information regarding the exact location. I knew that I had seen the folder and I would be right with him to look for it myself. I made my way down to the basement where we store all of our documents. As I walked into the store I saw Joe standing by the step ladder. I asked him where he had looked. Joe said that he was unsure what the file actually looked like. I told him not to worry & glanced around to see if I could see the file myself. I thought I saw it up on the top shelf and told him.

Joe started to climb the ladder, but I told him not to worry about it as I would go get it as I knew exactly what I needed. As I placed my left foot on the ladder, I realized that the steps were rather un-steady even with Joe holding them. So I kicked off my heels, exposing my black stockings. The cool air in the storeroom was most refreshing to my hot feet as they had been in my heels all morning getting rather hot & sticky.

I raised my foot up to the next step and I realized that my stocking had caught on the plastic ladder rung. I tried to wiggle my foot free without success. I tried to reach down and Joe asked if he could help. His hand touched my nylon clad foot. I chuckled as he tried to un-hitch my stocking from the step. He said matter-of-factly, "You're ticklish, arent you?"

I firmly said, "No." (Knowing full well that I am very ticklish indeed but more to the point was that I enjoyed being tickled.) He finally managed to un-hitch my stocking from the step. (Not without touching my foot so many times that I nearly fell off the steps.) Joe then held on to my stocking foot, pulling my foot backward exposing my stocking clad sole. It was a reinforced toe & heel. I asked him what he thought he was doing. He replied, "Exactly what you wanted."

He instinctively knew that was what I wanted, to have my feet tickled. Still, his sudden move was totally unexpected. I tried to climb down so that I could experience & enjoy it more. Joe told me to wait until he had finished doing what he had been planning for a very long time. Can you imagine my position? Here I was stranded up on a step ladder, shoeless with my right foot behind my back and balanced on one foot.

Joe lowered his head towards my sole. I could feel the warmth of his breath of my sole. Then I sensed a moistness on my stocking clad heel. It was his tongue, licking my heel. "What joy!" I thought to myself. But I could not contain my laughter any longer as the sensation was unreal. The moistness of Joe's tongue on my sole drove me wild. I needed to get off of this damm ladder. As Joe was still caressing my sole with his moist tongue, I told him that I needed to move.

He agreed. I climbed down the ladder and he started to lead me to a packing area at the other end of the room. He locked the door so that we would not be interrupted by anyone. I was leaning against a long steel table. Joe beckoned me onto it. The table top was freezing. It sent goose bumps all down my body, head to foot. He grabbed a reel of packing tape and lightly bound by hands together. This was my wildest dream come true. My ankles were spread apart via a broom handle that Joe had found. I was helpless. I couldn't help myself, as if I cared anyway. Both of my soles were now facing him.

Waiting in anticipation, one hand went to each sole,I felt a finger lightly dig into each sole making my tolls curl. He then ran his fingers up each sole to my toes, just stooping at the reinforced section. I screamed, "Stop. Please stop. It tickles too much!" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I laughed so much that the whole room seemed to shake with my laughter. He continued tickling the soles of my nyloned feet for what felt like ages, but it must have been only a couple of minutes or so.

Up & down my soles he tickled me, but he always stopped at the reinforced toe section. This was driving me wild. I tried to join in but the plastic tape held me in place. Joe then stopped what he was doing and proceeded to move my feet side by side. I asked him what he was doing. He stood upright. I could feel his manhood aganist my soles. What a tease! He sat back down and grabbed a packing knife off the table and proceeded towards the reinforced toe section. He carefully cut my stocking acrross the seam of the reinforced section. He carefully placed one hand over my toes bending them towards my leg, making the stocking stretch , and the skin below my toes, very tight & sensitive indeed.

I felt something very cold lightly run across my foot. I gasped for air and I managed to break free from the tape holding my hands togeather. I sat upright. My legs were still taped at the ankles. Joe still carried on by rubbing my toes with this object which turned out to be the knife blade. I was getting very aroused indeed. Suddenley I heard a noise outside the room. Joe quickly undid the tape around my feet. I moved my legs around and jumped onto the bare floor, still wearing my stockings.

"Where are my shoes?" I asked. Joe quickly ran down to the other end of the room where we had discarded them by the steps. He told me to lift up each foot as he wanted to put my shoes on. As I lifted each foot up, he kissed each foot in turn and vowed to contine later. I couldn't wait.

... to be continued ... See Part 2 Here