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I somehow can always find an excuse to have a handsome young man close to my pretty little high arched feet, usually in a trapped or helpless situation.
Today I decided after work I would go to the local gym equipment center, to enjoy a little teasing. I figured I would wait until just before closing time, so I may receive the much needed individual attention I required. I was shopping for an inversion machine.
I had about an hour to kill before then, so I went to the neighborhood nail salon to get a mani and a pedi.
I left the salon and walked a few blocks to the store. Walking after a pedicure is almost better than the after glow of a great sexual experience; your feet enjoy sensations as if they were experiencing them for the first time. Walking is almost like a continuation of the massage part of the pedicure.
Also, your feet are so soft and succulent, leaving you to slightly slip around in your shoes, while the aroma of the lotion penetrates the leather leaving your shoes smelling very pretty and lady like.
There is a very good looking young man named Tom, who manages the fitness store.
Tom must have been in his mid 20’s and although I may have been almost 10 years his senior, It was still very apparent that he was smitten with me. My looks are much closer to a woman in her late 20’s, and I keep my body in very nice shape!
Last summer, when I purchased a treadmill from him, I could tell he had a little crush me then; I also knew he had a thing for and my long shapely legs. I wasn’t quite sure if he was into my feet until he commented on my sexy red, strappy sandals.
Tom even offered to come over and personally demonstrate the machine at my apartment as “a value added service” just for me. The entire time he waited on me, he kept sneaking peaks at my sexy, tan toes. Although he seemed like a nice young man, I declined his offer.
Since then, he always immediately dropped what ever he was doing to wait on me. When I showed up to the store to purchase a jump rope, new workout gear or to ask him some advice in the fitness world, Tom would be at my disposal. Every time I visited, I made sure that I always dressed in one of my sexy business outfits, complimented by a pair of very sexy pumps.
I fully never fully realized how much Tom was into feet, until I purchased a Yoga mat, and he tried to sell me a product called Yoga Toes.
Yes, Yoga Toes are a real product, and who ever designed them was a flaming foot guy. They were like the toe separators that are used when doing your nails, but they are made of a material that offers resistance when spreading your toes.
Anyway, he insisted I at least try them in the store, Tom even dropped to his knees to pull of my shoe, but I reminded him that I was wearing stockings, and couldn’t try them. Tom look like a kid that didn’t receive the Christmas present he so desperately waited for the entire holiday season.
I did purchase the Yoga Toes, WITHOUT testing them.
I actually called the store about a week later and thanked Tom, for suggesting the Yoga Toes, letting him know that I wore them as often as I could.
As a matter of fact, I was using them as I was talked to him. I knew that was going to get him, which it did. I went even further to let him know that, by using them I actually could spread my toes much farther then before.
I heard nothing at all for about 10 solid seconds, and then he mustered up the strength to say, “Thank you, I am glad you like them.”
He rushed off the phone to assist a customer. I knew better.
On the day of my inversion machine shopping, Tom was constructing a new display when he noticed me; immediately he rushed to greet me with smile. I was wearing gray dress pants, a pink Casmir sweater, and gray sling back pumps.
We exchanged pleasantries, and Tom asked how he could help me.
I told him I was interested in purchasing an inversion machine.
Tom immediately escorted me to the section displaying the inversion machines. He said, since it was closing time, he should lock the front door. When Tom returned, he told me all about the various model machines, and there advantages.
I must say Tom was quite knowledgeable when it came to the products he sold. Tom had me step onto the machine and fasten me in. He explained to me how to adjust it to my height and weight. Tom went on to explain that when reclining, I should test the waters a little at a time, to prevent head rushes.
I assured him I would be alright, boasting that I was a cheerleader in college and was used to being upside down.
Tom laughed.
I wasn’t sure if Tom was laughing because I was quite a few years out of college and sounded like an aging high school athlete; or if he took the upside down thing and turned it into a dirty thought.
Tom eased me upside down, locking my legs up in the leg cuffs.
So there I was….
He looked at me and smiled. I was very happy that I made the decision to wear pants instead of a skirt. Knowing he had a thing for my feet, I had to come up with a reason to remove my shoes, without being too obvious.
Tom must have read my naughty little mind, he said, “Miss, you know utilizing the Yoga Toes when hanging upside down would be like killing two birds with one stone. Also, my studies show that exercising your feet when upside down significantly increases your body’s blood flow.”
“Really?” I responded. I was now laughing at him, as he did before to me. I was thinking, all men are the same; they will say or do anything, just to get into a woman’s panties, or in this case sling backs.
”Sure” he replied, “I will bring a set over, so you can try them out.” Tom moved like a gazelle, to the Yoga display, returning just as fast.
I looked up at Tom, and said to him in my best damsel in distress tone, “I guess I’m in no position to put them on. Wanna help?”
Needless to say he was in heaven with this request!
“Oh yeah, no problem” he eagerly said, as he clumsily tried to remove my left shoe. He was as experienced at removing my sling backs as a tenth grader trying to remove his very first bra.
“No.”, I said, “You have to remove the straps first.”
He grabbed a hold of my left foot, and started to undo the strap from the around my newly softened heel with his thick fingers. It tickled slightly. My heels are sometimes very sensitive to hard tickling but not so much to the soft type; but his fingers were grazing the part of my heel that connects to the sides of my sensitive foot. It tickled, but it didn’t take much to resist it. I did fully realize that getting a pedicure before coming here could prove to be a mistake.
Tom removed the other shoe much more easily; my toes always reactively wiggled when freed from the bondage of a designer shoe.
Tom then announced that he was going to put the Yoga Toes on me. He was even clumsier trying to put those things on than he was removing my shoes. The worst part was that my delicate little toes were always miserably ticklish!
Besides the fact that my toes were still slightly greased, and he was so clumsy, I was totally being severely tickled.
I tried to not to smile, and resist the urge to flinch or pull my foot away, but the pedicure left my toes so sensitive, I find myself losing the battle. I was trying not to react, but my sensitive little foot betrayed me, involuntarily twitching a bit.
“Ticklish?” He asked.
I just figured lying never had gotten me anywhere in the past, so why lie now. “Yes, Very!” I admitted.
“Well, I will try to be careful with these ticklish little toes.” He said as he placed the first Yoga Toes on my left foot successfully.
As he started to put on the other set on my wiggling toes, Tom said, “If you don’t laugh when I put this on, I won’t tickle your helpless feet. But if you do…..”
I wasn’t sure exactly what he’s going to do until…
“Oh God…….it tickles”. I thought to myself, as he began tickling the sole of my foot very slowly, starting at the heel and working his way towards my toes. As he reached the arch, he was using just the tip of his fingers.
I let out a small scream and uncontrollably high-pitched laughter erupted from my lips.
“Quit it! Stop! Stop it!” I was saying in between bouts of laughter.
Then he stopped and I said; “Twenty seconds of self control, or else.”
“OK! OK! ” I was barely able to reply.
“Ready?” He said.
“Yes, I think so.”
He started to put the second set over the now franticly wiggling toes of my right foot.
I panicked!
I always knew the delicate flesh in between my toes was my weak spot! He seemed to work at a much slower pace this time. This was torture for me, but out of fear I held on. As he finished he said devilishly, “Tickle, tickle!”
With that, he stepped back to admire my sexy feet.
Tom openly stated, He never forgot our phone conversation, and he knew that I was teasing him. He also admitted that he had pleasured himself often thinking about my teasing voice at the other end of the line. Tom declared if he ever had the opportunity to see my pretty toes spreading in the confines of the Yoga Toes, he don’t know if he would be able to control himself.
As helpless as I was; I felt so very powerful. I had this guy right where I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to lose control of this exciting situation.
I said to him, oh so seductively as I began to slowly tug against my restraints. “Tommy, I know you so desperately want my toes, and I want you so desperately to have them, but it just wouldn’t be right because I am your customer.”
Tom was mesmerized; He peered at my beautiful feet as if they were magical. I could just imagine how alluring my soft soles and delectable toes looked as I deliberately spayed my succulent digits as far as my bondage would allow.
I must say this young man truly made me feel like a Goddess. He had a look of want and need on his face that I never have seen before or since. Tom was hanging on the slightest motions created by my far from innocent toes. Being upside down, I could not help but notice his arousal.
He was drawing closer and closer to the wrinkled sole of my right foot. His breath tickled, but aroused me as it met my soft skin. I was afraid there was no stopping my athletic friend.
I was correct in my assumption.
Tom was so fixated on my exquisitely soft sole that it literally compelled him to lovingly caress my curved arch of my left foot with the tips of his fingers. Tom followed the deep wrinkles that map out my sole. Unknowing to him, Tom’s touch was intensely soft, so tickly, it had me writhing and giggling. At the same time his touch was uncontrollably erotic.
Combined with HIS arousal and the way his need for my feet was overwhelming, I was beside myself in a state of confused ecstasy.
Then, I felt it, his lips softly pressed against my arch, a shiver rippled through my body!
I have never been so engulfed by any sensation a deeply as this one. The intense passion of that soft kiss started my body on a journey, one that at that point I wasn’t packed for.
“Tom! Tom! Please Stop! I…..I….”
I was his to worship and play with to his hearts content; nothing on earth was going to stop him. My sexy feet were the objects of his desire, for in Tom’s head, he has waited patiently, almost an eternity to have my feet at his mercy, and who was I to stop him.
Tom ripped the Yoga Toes off of each foot simultaneously. He wasn’t going to be hampered by anything on his quest. My now free toes spread like a proud peacock, wiggling in anticipation!
OMG!!!! He hit the spot!
The part of me that is completely overwhelmed when touched, a particularly sensitive spot, just below the space in between my big toe and the next one. I let out a scream that any one passing, must have heard! I felt the full force of being a woman hit me in immense waves CRASHING to shore one greater than the last.
As my passion subsided, I felt light headed and a little dizzy. As I focused, I could see I wasn’t the only one to be racked by pleasure.
“Oh my!” I said. “That was a first.” I was panting and wiping my face a little, with sort of a delirious grin.
Tom was very quiet. He immediately, but gently brought me back to an upright position. He was hesitant to look me in the eye. Tom was quite embarrassed. Before He could say anything, I stopped him.
“Shhhh” I said to him, “Sweetie, I was with you for the whole ride, and let me say you really know how to handle a woman’s foot”.
He smiled nervously and said, “Miss, I can’t begin to tell you…..”
“Then don’t!” interrupting him again with a warm smile, “Sweetie; It was great, and lets leave it at that!” I gathered my shoes kissed Tom on the cheek, and out the door I went.
Inverted!
I somehow can always find an excuse to have a handsome young man close to my pretty little high arched feet, usually in a trapped or helpless situation.
Today I decided after work I would go to the local gym equipment center, to enjoy a little teasing. I figured I would wait until just before closing time, so I may receive the much needed individual attention I required. I was shopping for an inversion machine.
I had about an hour to kill before then, so I went to the neighborhood nail salon to get a mani and a pedi.
I left the salon and walked a few blocks to the store. Walking after a pedicure is almost better than the after glow of a great sexual experience; your feet enjoy sensations as if they were experiencing them for the first time. Walking is almost like a continuation of the massage part of the pedicure.
Also, your feet are so soft and succulent, leaving you to slightly slip around in your shoes, while the aroma of the lotion penetrates the leather leaving your shoes smelling very pretty and lady like.
There is a very good looking young man named Tom, who manages the fitness store.
Tom must have been in his mid 20’s and although I may have been almost 10 years his senior, It was still very apparent that he was smitten with me. My looks are much closer to a woman in her late 20’s, and I keep my body in very nice shape!
Last summer, when I purchased a treadmill from him, I could tell he had a little crush me then; I also knew he had a thing for and my long shapely legs. I wasn’t quite sure if he was into my feet until he commented on my sexy red, strappy sandals.
Tom even offered to come over and personally demonstrate the machine at my apartment as “a value added service” just for me. The entire time he waited on me, he kept sneaking peaks at my sexy, tan toes. Although he seemed like a nice young man, I declined his offer.
Since then, he always immediately dropped what ever he was doing to wait on me. When I showed up to the store to purchase a jump rope, new workout gear or to ask him some advice in the fitness world, Tom would be at my disposal. Every time I visited, I made sure that I always dressed in one of my sexy business outfits, complimented by a pair of very sexy pumps.
I fully never fully realized how much Tom was into feet, until I purchased a Yoga mat, and he tried to sell me a product called Yoga Toes.
Yes, Yoga Toes are a real product, and who ever designed them was a flaming foot guy. They were like the toe separators that are used when doing your nails, but they are made of a material that offers resistance when spreading your toes.
Anyway, he insisted I at least try them in the store, Tom even dropped to his knees to pull of my shoe, but I reminded him that I was wearing stockings, and couldn’t try them. Tom look like a kid that didn’t receive the Christmas present he so desperately waited for the entire holiday season.
I did purchase the Yoga Toes, WITHOUT testing them.
I actually called the store about a week later and thanked Tom, for suggesting the Yoga Toes, letting him know that I wore them as often as I could.
As a matter of fact, I was using them as I was talked to him. I knew that was going to get him, which it did. I went even further to let him know that, by using them I actually could spread my toes much farther then before.
I heard nothing at all for about 10 solid seconds, and then he mustered up the strength to say, “Thank you, I am glad you like them.”
He rushed off the phone to assist a customer. I knew better.
On the day of my inversion machine shopping, Tom was constructing a new display when he noticed me; immediately he rushed to greet me with smile. I was wearing gray dress pants, a pink Casmir sweater, and gray sling back pumps.
We exchanged pleasantries, and Tom asked how he could help me.
I told him I was interested in purchasing an inversion machine.
Tom immediately escorted me to the section displaying the inversion machines. He said, since it was closing time, he should lock the front door. When Tom returned, he told me all about the various model machines, and there advantages.
I must say Tom was quite knowledgeable when it came to the products he sold. Tom had me step onto the machine and fasten me in. He explained to me how to adjust it to my height and weight. Tom went on to explain that when reclining, I should test the waters a little at a time, to prevent head rushes.
I assured him I would be alright, boasting that I was a cheerleader in college and was used to being upside down.
Tom laughed.
I wasn’t sure if Tom was laughing because I was quite a few years out of college and sounded like an aging high school athlete; or if he took the upside down thing and turned it into a dirty thought.
Tom eased me upside down, locking my legs up in the leg cuffs.
So there I was….
He looked at me and smiled. I was very happy that I made the decision to wear pants instead of a skirt. Knowing he had a thing for my feet, I had to come up with a reason to remove my shoes, without being too obvious.
Tom must have read my naughty little mind, he said, “Miss, you know utilizing the Yoga Toes when hanging upside down would be like killing two birds with one stone. Also, my studies show that exercising your feet when upside down significantly increases your body’s blood flow.”
“Really?” I responded. I was now laughing at him, as he did before to me. I was thinking, all men are the same; they will say or do anything, just to get into a woman’s panties, or in this case sling backs.
”Sure” he replied, “I will bring a set over, so you can try them out.” Tom moved like a gazelle, to the Yoga display, returning just as fast.
I looked up at Tom, and said to him in my best damsel in distress tone, “I guess I’m in no position to put them on. Wanna help?”
Needless to say he was in heaven with this request!
“Oh yeah, no problem” he eagerly said, as he clumsily tried to remove my left shoe. He was as experienced at removing my sling backs as a tenth grader trying to remove his very first bra.
“No.”, I said, “You have to remove the straps first.”
He grabbed a hold of my left foot, and started to undo the strap from the around my newly softened heel with his thick fingers. It tickled slightly. My heels are sometimes very sensitive to hard tickling but not so much to the soft type; but his fingers were grazing the part of my heel that connects to the sides of my sensitive foot. It tickled, but it didn’t take much to resist it. I did fully realize that getting a pedicure before coming here could prove to be a mistake.
Tom removed the other shoe much more easily; my toes always reactively wiggled when freed from the bondage of a designer shoe.
Tom then announced that he was going to put the Yoga Toes on me. He was even clumsier trying to put those things on than he was removing my shoes. The worst part was that my delicate little toes were always miserably ticklish!
Besides the fact that my toes were still slightly greased, and he was so clumsy, I was totally being severely tickled.
I tried to not to smile, and resist the urge to flinch or pull my foot away, but the pedicure left my toes so sensitive, I find myself losing the battle. I was trying not to react, but my sensitive little foot betrayed me, involuntarily twitching a bit.
“Ticklish?” He asked.
I just figured lying never had gotten me anywhere in the past, so why lie now. “Yes, Very!” I admitted.
“Well, I will try to be careful with these ticklish little toes.” He said as he placed the first Yoga Toes on my left foot successfully.
As he started to put on the other set on my wiggling toes, Tom said, “If you don’t laugh when I put this on, I won’t tickle your helpless feet. But if you do…..”
I wasn’t sure exactly what he’s going to do until…
“Oh God…….it tickles”. I thought to myself, as he began tickling the sole of my foot very slowly, starting at the heel and working his way towards my toes. As he reached the arch, he was using just the tip of his fingers.
I let out a small scream and uncontrollably high-pitched laughter erupted from my lips.
“Quit it! Stop! Stop it!” I was saying in between bouts of laughter.
Then he stopped and I said; “Twenty seconds of self control, or else.”
“OK! OK! ” I was barely able to reply.
“Ready?” He said.
“Yes, I think so.”
He started to put the second set over the now franticly wiggling toes of my right foot.
I panicked!
I always knew the delicate flesh in between my toes was my weak spot! He seemed to work at a much slower pace this time. This was torture for me, but out of fear I held on. As he finished he said devilishly, “Tickle, tickle!”
With that, he stepped back to admire my sexy feet.
Tom openly stated, He never forgot our phone conversation, and he knew that I was teasing him. He also admitted that he had pleasured himself often thinking about my teasing voice at the other end of the line. Tom declared if he ever had the opportunity to see my pretty toes spreading in the confines of the Yoga Toes, he don’t know if he would be able to control himself.
As helpless as I was; I felt so very powerful. I had this guy right where I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to lose control of this exciting situation.
I said to him, oh so seductively as I began to slowly tug against my restraints. “Tommy, I know you so desperately want my toes, and I want you so desperately to have them, but it just wouldn’t be right because I am your customer.”
Tom was mesmerized; He peered at my beautiful feet as if they were magical. I could just imagine how alluring my soft soles and delectable toes looked as I deliberately spayed my succulent digits as far as my bondage would allow.
I must say this young man truly made me feel like a Goddess. He had a look of want and need on his face that I never have seen before or since. Tom was hanging on the slightest motions created by my far from innocent toes. Being upside down, I could not help but notice his arousal.
He was drawing closer and closer to the wrinkled sole of my right foot. His breath tickled, but aroused me as it met my soft skin. I was afraid there was no stopping my athletic friend.
I was correct in my assumption.
Tom was so fixated on my exquisitely soft sole that it literally compelled him to lovingly caress my curved arch of my left foot with the tips of his fingers. Tom followed the deep wrinkles that map out my sole. Unknowing to him, Tom’s touch was intensely soft, so tickly, it had me writhing and giggling. At the same time his touch was uncontrollably erotic.
Combined with HIS arousal and the way his need for my feet was overwhelming, I was beside myself in a state of confused ecstasy.
Then, I felt it, his lips softly pressed against my arch, a shiver rippled through my body!
I have never been so engulfed by any sensation a deeply as this one. The intense passion of that soft kiss started my body on a journey, one that at that point I wasn’t packed for.
“Tom! Tom! Please Stop! I…..I….”
I was his to worship and play with to his hearts content; nothing on earth was going to stop him. My sexy feet were the objects of his desire, for in Tom’s head, he has waited patiently, almost an eternity to have my feet at his mercy, and who was I to stop him.
Tom ripped the Yoga Toes off of each foot simultaneously. He wasn’t going to be hampered by anything on his quest. My now free toes spread like a proud peacock, wiggling in anticipation!
OMG!!!! He hit the spot!
The part of me that is completely overwhelmed when touched, a particularly sensitive spot, just below the space in between my big toe and the next one. I let out a scream that any one passing, must have heard! I felt the full force of being a woman hit me in immense waves CRASHING to shore one greater than the last.
As my passion subsided, I felt light headed and a little dizzy. As I focused, I could see I wasn’t the only one to be racked by pleasure.
“Oh my!” I said. “That was a first.” I was panting and wiping my face a little, with sort of a delirious grin.
Tom was very quiet. He immediately, but gently brought me back to an upright position. He was hesitant to look me in the eye. Tom was quite embarrassed. Before He could say anything, I stopped him.
“Shhhh” I said to him, “Sweetie, I was with you for the whole ride, and let me say you really know how to handle a woman’s foot”.
He smiled nervously and said, “Miss, I can’t begin to tell you…..”
“Then don’t!” interrupting him again with a warm smile, “Sweetie; It was great, and lets leave it at that!” I gathered my shoes kissed Tom on the cheek, and out the door I went.
