Ben Crandall knew that most people didn't think very highly of someone in his position, but he didn't let other people's opinion's bother him. He had been working in the Hayworth Building as a maintenance engineer for 12 years and actually had grown to enjoy the place. He kept his floors in great shape, often was commended for doing a good job, and also received raises based on his excellent job performance.
Ben also liked something else about working in that building. He had a very strong fetish for women's nylon-clad feet, and there were literally hundreds of women who worked in the building, many of whom wore very nice business type skirts, nice pantyhose, and high heels to work...and many of them could be seen slipping out of their shoes at lunchtime, or at the copy machine they'd slowly slide their pretty feet in and out of their shoes. Ben even knew where the best places to catch an eyeful of these types of activities were at any given time of the day. He loved checking out the pretty feet of all the lovely ladies as they went through their daily grind as he did, too.
One evening after Ben thought all of the staff had left the building for the day he was just finishing up in one hallway when he heard a woman's voice from somewhere down the hall. Slowly he made his was down the hallway until he could look into the office where he heard the voice coming from. It was Trish, a very pretty lady in her mid 30's who Ben liked to watch immensely...she very often dangled her high heels or dipped in and out of them during conversations with others out in the hall. Ben thought she had very pretty feet, and she always seemed to wear nothing but the shiniest, glossiest pantyhose he had ever seen!
As Ben carefully looked in her office (so as not to be seen by her) he could just see under her desk (there was a wide opening at the front of most of the desks in the building) and he saw that she was wearing a short red skirt, some tan shaded pantyhose that were practically shimmering even in the dim light under her desk, and she had her legs crossed and was dangling one of her bright red pumps as
she spoke with someone on the phone. If anyone else had been on the floor Ben would have had to be contended with that view, but suddenly he got an idea. He wanted to have a much closer look at her foot, and he knew just how to go about it!
He knew Trish had a trash can under her desk, and it was very common sometimes for him to reach under the front of people's desks
to retrieve their trash cans and empty them and then return them in the same fashion. So Ben quickly got his rolling cart and made enough noise so as not to startle Trish as he pushed the cart just inside her office. She looked up at him and gave him a little smile, and he motioned that he was going to get her trash can and she nodded, returning then to the conversation she was having on the phone. Ben
slowly approached the front of her desk and bent down, and he saw her pretty foot with the shoe dangling from it and an idea hit him out of nowhere! He couldn't hesitate, he had to act on his idea right away or she'd be suspicious. So Ben reached under the front of her desk and grabbed the edge of the trash can and as he pulled it out from under her desk he "accidentally" knocked her shoe from her foot, sending it bouncing a few feet in front of the desk!
"Oh!" was Trish's initial response, then she looked up and covered the phone and Ben said "Hey, sorry about that...let me get it for you, Trish". Her reply was a whispered "Thank you, Ben" and she went right back to her phone conversation. She was so wrapped up in her conversation she treated the shoe being knocked from her foot as no big deal, and Ben was happy at her reaction.
Ben first emptied the trash can and replaced it under her desk, quickly and efficiently as always, but taking the few seconds to gaze at her beautiful nylon-clad foot which was in mid-air now...Trish was about 5'7" tall, very shapely, and she had size seven feet which were perfectly shaped...Ben couldn't help notice that she flexed and pointed her pretty foot even as she continued to speak to whoever on the phone. He picked up the shoe and stepped back to the front of her desk. Trish glanced up at him and he whispered "I'll get it back on for you" as he knelt down in front of her desk, not asking but rather telling her what he was going to do, not wanting her to have much of a chance to say no, and she didn't. She simply looked at him and said "Thanks" in a whisper again.
Ben was on his knees now in front of her desk, her beautiful warm nylon-clad foot just inches from him. She went on talking as he gently but firmly grasped her perfect ankle...she kept on talking, not missing a beat...he prepared to slide her shoe back on but he stopped himself...'it's now or never' he thought to himself!
Ben dropped her shoe and, using just the tip of his forefinger he very lightly traced his fingertip up and down the length of Trish's soft, silky foot! And she reacted by stiffening her foot and stopping her conversation for a few seconds...Ben repeated the action and this time Trish whispered "Ben! Please don't!"
Ben then picked up her shoe and very, very slowly he began to slip it back on for her...she finally started to talk on the phone again, and that's when he pulled the shoe back off and began to tickle her foot with just a little more force. He had wanted her to be surprised and she was! She started to giggle despite fighting the urge and she ended up covering the phone and sitting there trying to pull her foot away from Ben as he continued to slide his fingertips all around her moist, silky sole! He looked up at her and he loved what he saw! Trish was sitting there trying like Hell to at least listen to whoever was at the other end of the phone, but giggling and squirming too much to talk herself!
Finally, after Ben had tickled her foot for about a minute or so, Trish said very quickly into the phone "Please wait just a second!" and then she covered it up again and said to Ben "Please Ben, STOP tickling my foot! Please!" Even as she said this she was giggling...!
Ben did stop then, not wanting to be accused of harassment and not wanting to ruin the moment, either. He stopped tickling her foot, replaced her shoe, and stood up. Just before Trish got back to her conversation on the phone she looked at him, smiled brightly, and said "That was fun, wasn't it?" and winked at him before going back to talking again.
Ben left the building shortly thereafter thinking of only one thing...would there be ANY possible way for him to get Trish into some sort of situation in which he could tickle those pretty feet of hers and not have to stop!
(To be continued?)
Ben also liked something else about working in that building. He had a very strong fetish for women's nylon-clad feet, and there were literally hundreds of women who worked in the building, many of whom wore very nice business type skirts, nice pantyhose, and high heels to work...and many of them could be seen slipping out of their shoes at lunchtime, or at the copy machine they'd slowly slide their pretty feet in and out of their shoes. Ben even knew where the best places to catch an eyeful of these types of activities were at any given time of the day. He loved checking out the pretty feet of all the lovely ladies as they went through their daily grind as he did, too.
One evening after Ben thought all of the staff had left the building for the day he was just finishing up in one hallway when he heard a woman's voice from somewhere down the hall. Slowly he made his was down the hallway until he could look into the office where he heard the voice coming from. It was Trish, a very pretty lady in her mid 30's who Ben liked to watch immensely...she very often dangled her high heels or dipped in and out of them during conversations with others out in the hall. Ben thought she had very pretty feet, and she always seemed to wear nothing but the shiniest, glossiest pantyhose he had ever seen!
As Ben carefully looked in her office (so as not to be seen by her) he could just see under her desk (there was a wide opening at the front of most of the desks in the building) and he saw that she was wearing a short red skirt, some tan shaded pantyhose that were practically shimmering even in the dim light under her desk, and she had her legs crossed and was dangling one of her bright red pumps as
she spoke with someone on the phone. If anyone else had been on the floor Ben would have had to be contended with that view, but suddenly he got an idea. He wanted to have a much closer look at her foot, and he knew just how to go about it!
He knew Trish had a trash can under her desk, and it was very common sometimes for him to reach under the front of people's desks
to retrieve their trash cans and empty them and then return them in the same fashion. So Ben quickly got his rolling cart and made enough noise so as not to startle Trish as he pushed the cart just inside her office. She looked up at him and gave him a little smile, and he motioned that he was going to get her trash can and she nodded, returning then to the conversation she was having on the phone. Ben
slowly approached the front of her desk and bent down, and he saw her pretty foot with the shoe dangling from it and an idea hit him out of nowhere! He couldn't hesitate, he had to act on his idea right away or she'd be suspicious. So Ben reached under the front of her desk and grabbed the edge of the trash can and as he pulled it out from under her desk he "accidentally" knocked her shoe from her foot, sending it bouncing a few feet in front of the desk!
"Oh!" was Trish's initial response, then she looked up and covered the phone and Ben said "Hey, sorry about that...let me get it for you, Trish". Her reply was a whispered "Thank you, Ben" and she went right back to her phone conversation. She was so wrapped up in her conversation she treated the shoe being knocked from her foot as no big deal, and Ben was happy at her reaction.
Ben first emptied the trash can and replaced it under her desk, quickly and efficiently as always, but taking the few seconds to gaze at her beautiful nylon-clad foot which was in mid-air now...Trish was about 5'7" tall, very shapely, and she had size seven feet which were perfectly shaped...Ben couldn't help notice that she flexed and pointed her pretty foot even as she continued to speak to whoever on the phone. He picked up the shoe and stepped back to the front of her desk. Trish glanced up at him and he whispered "I'll get it back on for you" as he knelt down in front of her desk, not asking but rather telling her what he was going to do, not wanting her to have much of a chance to say no, and she didn't. She simply looked at him and said "Thanks" in a whisper again.
Ben was on his knees now in front of her desk, her beautiful warm nylon-clad foot just inches from him. She went on talking as he gently but firmly grasped her perfect ankle...she kept on talking, not missing a beat...he prepared to slide her shoe back on but he stopped himself...'it's now or never' he thought to himself!
Ben dropped her shoe and, using just the tip of his forefinger he very lightly traced his fingertip up and down the length of Trish's soft, silky foot! And she reacted by stiffening her foot and stopping her conversation for a few seconds...Ben repeated the action and this time Trish whispered "Ben! Please don't!"
Ben then picked up her shoe and very, very slowly he began to slip it back on for her...she finally started to talk on the phone again, and that's when he pulled the shoe back off and began to tickle her foot with just a little more force. He had wanted her to be surprised and she was! She started to giggle despite fighting the urge and she ended up covering the phone and sitting there trying to pull her foot away from Ben as he continued to slide his fingertips all around her moist, silky sole! He looked up at her and he loved what he saw! Trish was sitting there trying like Hell to at least listen to whoever was at the other end of the phone, but giggling and squirming too much to talk herself!
Finally, after Ben had tickled her foot for about a minute or so, Trish said very quickly into the phone "Please wait just a second!" and then she covered it up again and said to Ben "Please Ben, STOP tickling my foot! Please!" Even as she said this she was giggling...!
Ben did stop then, not wanting to be accused of harassment and not wanting to ruin the moment, either. He stopped tickling her foot, replaced her shoe, and stood up. Just before Trish got back to her conversation on the phone she looked at him, smiled brightly, and said "That was fun, wasn't it?" and winked at him before going back to talking again.
Ben left the building shortly thereafter thinking of only one thing...would there be ANY possible way for him to get Trish into some sort of situation in which he could tickle those pretty feet of hers and not have to stop!
(To be continued?)
