It was good to get home after two weeks on the offshore rig. As usual my
mail carrier had put my bundled mail in my mailbox. As I browsed through it
I noticed a letter from my bank marked "Urgent, Immediate Reply". I opened
it and read something about some strange charges on my bank debit card.
Could I get in touch with the bank as soon as possible. It was signed Marilyn
Grooms, V/P credit card division.
I called the bank and asked for her. "I'm so glad you called Mr. Bowman, I
have some concerns about some charges on your debit card and would
like to discuss them with you." I told her I was free for the next two weeks
and she said that the sooner the better but she was booked up all afternoon
with meetings and asked it I would mind coming to the bank around 6 oclock
that afternoon after hours. I told her I didn't mind and she said to park in
the employee parking lot and knock on the back door. She'd let me in.
I busied myself getting things done around the house that afternoon and
before I knew it it was almost 6. I drove to the bank and saw only one car
in the parking lot. It was a newer model Cadallic. Nice,I thought. Being a V/P
must pay a nice salary. I knocked on the back door and soon it opened. "Mr.
Bowman?", she asked. "Yes, Mrs. Grooms?", I replied. "Yes", she answerd,
"please come in". She stepped back and my mouth dropped. She was older
than I'd imigined. Middle 50's or so (I'm 58), but her hair was red and put
up into a bun. She had the greenest eyes I'd ever seen, brought out even
more by the teal green satin blouse she was wearing. Her bright red lipstick
really brought out her full lips. She stuck out her hand and I noticed a ring
on almost every finger. Her fingernails were painted red like her lips. My eyes
trailed down and noticed the skirt she was wearing. It was black and down
just below her knees. Her legs were encased in off black nylons. My eyes
trailed down and saw her feet in an open toed backless slide with a cork
wedge type of heel. The shoes were teal, matching her blouse. Her little
toes peeked out revealing themselves to be painted red like her fingernails.
She was a little thick around the waist, but looked sexy as hell to me. This
was a woman who cared about how she looked, I thought.
I glanced back up into her smiling face. I'm sure she cought me looking.
"Please follow me". She turned and I fell in behind her, admiring her from
the backside. I was mezmerized as I watched her feet as she walked. The
"slap, slap, slap" as those slides came up and smacked her sexy nylon clad
feet. We arrived in her office and she motioned me to sit on a futon she
had in the corner. "I'll just get your file", she said. She walked over to her
desk and begin sorting several folders. She brought her right foot back and
slowly slid her foot out of the shoe. She flexed her toes and gave me an
excellent foot show. Her feet were smallish, I'd say a 7 or so. A little on
the wide side. Very high arches. "Ah, here we are", she said.
She came back over and sat on the futon and crossed her legs, giving
me the view of her sexy foot. She began to wiggle her foot slightly until
the shoe began to slide forward and perched on her toes and just hung
there dangling. "Now, Mr. Bowman, I'd like to ask you about these charges
to Tropical Productions. Did you make them?" Busted, I thought. I'd started
buying tickling clips lately. In fact, I'd bought a lot of them. "Yes", I
stammered. "That's allright sweetie", she said, "I'm one of us". I looked
at her dumbfounded.
"They say a picture is worth a thousand words". With that, she got up
and wheeled a television and vcr that were on a cart over in front of the
futon. She plugged the cords into a socket in the floor and brought the
remote and came and sat back down next to me. She looked at me, smiled,
and hit a button on the remote. A picture appeared on the screen. A
picture came into focus and there lying face down on a bed in a hog tie
was the lovely Ms Grooms.
She was dressed in a black bra and panties.
She had on a garter belt with old fashioned seamed stockings. On her feet
were a pair of open toed platform slides. The heels had to be at least 6
inches. A man appeared, climbing on the bed. He positioned himself behind
her feet and began to slowly run his fingers along the seams of her stockings
His hands slid up her legs and he slowly began to slip off her heels. She
was giggling by now and he slowly took his time with her feet. He kissed
each toe, then gently nibbled them. Her laughter began to grow.
He then gripped both ankles in the crook of one arm and began to
wiggle his fingers in her arches. By now she was howling with laughter.
I looked over at her and she was softly weeping. I took the remote and
muted the sound, then put my arm around her. "He was my late husband.
I miss his tickles so bad. I thought maybe you might replace him. I've
checked your background. I know you're widowed also". With that she
began to sob openly.
mail carrier had put my bundled mail in my mailbox. As I browsed through it
I noticed a letter from my bank marked "Urgent, Immediate Reply". I opened
it and read something about some strange charges on my bank debit card.
Could I get in touch with the bank as soon as possible. It was signed Marilyn
Grooms, V/P credit card division.
I called the bank and asked for her. "I'm so glad you called Mr. Bowman, I
have some concerns about some charges on your debit card and would
like to discuss them with you." I told her I was free for the next two weeks
and she said that the sooner the better but she was booked up all afternoon
with meetings and asked it I would mind coming to the bank around 6 oclock
that afternoon after hours. I told her I didn't mind and she said to park in
the employee parking lot and knock on the back door. She'd let me in.
I busied myself getting things done around the house that afternoon and
before I knew it it was almost 6. I drove to the bank and saw only one car
in the parking lot. It was a newer model Cadallic. Nice,I thought. Being a V/P
must pay a nice salary. I knocked on the back door and soon it opened. "Mr.
Bowman?", she asked. "Yes, Mrs. Grooms?", I replied. "Yes", she answerd,
"please come in". She stepped back and my mouth dropped. She was older
than I'd imigined. Middle 50's or so (I'm 58), but her hair was red and put
up into a bun. She had the greenest eyes I'd ever seen, brought out even
more by the teal green satin blouse she was wearing. Her bright red lipstick
really brought out her full lips. She stuck out her hand and I noticed a ring
on almost every finger. Her fingernails were painted red like her lips. My eyes
trailed down and noticed the skirt she was wearing. It was black and down
just below her knees. Her legs were encased in off black nylons. My eyes
trailed down and saw her feet in an open toed backless slide with a cork
wedge type of heel. The shoes were teal, matching her blouse. Her little
toes peeked out revealing themselves to be painted red like her fingernails.
She was a little thick around the waist, but looked sexy as hell to me. This
was a woman who cared about how she looked, I thought.
I glanced back up into her smiling face. I'm sure she cought me looking.
"Please follow me". She turned and I fell in behind her, admiring her from
the backside. I was mezmerized as I watched her feet as she walked. The
"slap, slap, slap" as those slides came up and smacked her sexy nylon clad
feet. We arrived in her office and she motioned me to sit on a futon she
had in the corner. "I'll just get your file", she said. She walked over to her
desk and begin sorting several folders. She brought her right foot back and
slowly slid her foot out of the shoe. She flexed her toes and gave me an
excellent foot show. Her feet were smallish, I'd say a 7 or so. A little on
the wide side. Very high arches. "Ah, here we are", she said.
She came back over and sat on the futon and crossed her legs, giving
me the view of her sexy foot. She began to wiggle her foot slightly until
the shoe began to slide forward and perched on her toes and just hung
there dangling. "Now, Mr. Bowman, I'd like to ask you about these charges
to Tropical Productions. Did you make them?" Busted, I thought. I'd started
buying tickling clips lately. In fact, I'd bought a lot of them. "Yes", I
stammered. "That's allright sweetie", she said, "I'm one of us". I looked
at her dumbfounded.
"They say a picture is worth a thousand words". With that, she got up
and wheeled a television and vcr that were on a cart over in front of the
futon. She plugged the cords into a socket in the floor and brought the
remote and came and sat back down next to me. She looked at me, smiled,
and hit a button on the remote. A picture appeared on the screen. A
picture came into focus and there lying face down on a bed in a hog tie
was the lovely Ms Grooms.
She was dressed in a black bra and panties.
She had on a garter belt with old fashioned seamed stockings. On her feet
were a pair of open toed platform slides. The heels had to be at least 6
inches. A man appeared, climbing on the bed. He positioned himself behind
her feet and began to slowly run his fingers along the seams of her stockings
His hands slid up her legs and he slowly began to slip off her heels. She
was giggling by now and he slowly took his time with her feet. He kissed
each toe, then gently nibbled them. Her laughter began to grow.
He then gripped both ankles in the crook of one arm and began to
wiggle his fingers in her arches. By now she was howling with laughter.
I looked over at her and she was softly weeping. I took the remote and
muted the sound, then put my arm around her. "He was my late husband.
I miss his tickles so bad. I thought maybe you might replace him. I've
checked your background. I know you're widowed also". With that she
began to sob openly.
