Confessions of a Footman

With creating this site, I wanted to add original stories as another perk for being a member. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure how I could get good ones regularly. Bananasplyt is a prolific story writer, and I thought I might ask her to write a story or two. I figured that might get boring for her, after the first few that she wrote. I've been pushing her to write, and I wanted her to write something that allowed her to develop characters, and really get into the story from many angles. I also wanted the ability to add my two cents every time I had an idea. I talked to her about it, and we came up with the idea of a cyber soap opera. This way we'd have a never-ending story, which would keep it fresh for her, and keep you getting updates regularly. We tossed around a few ideas, and she sat down at the computer. A few days later, I took the time to read what she had written...take a look...

The sun was bright as David stepped out of the parking garage into the warm morning air. He was excited. The weatherman’s promise of high temperatures guaranteed that some lovely lady would be wearing open-toed shoes today. David found it increasingly difficult to just admire from a distance. Once you have a fleshy sole in your face with the sweet-tangy aroma of perspiration, a simple glance was too hard to take.

He remembered Gracie with a smile. Working at the Discount Shoe House was the best decision he ever made. Gracie was a regular and David never quite figured out if it was because she had a sincere interest in the shoe sales or if she knew about his fetish and enjoyed teasing him.

Like clockwork, every other Monday, Gracie would come in with the sale paper under her arm and ask to try on this or that shoe. She’d only let David service her and even if he had two or three other customers ahead of her, she’d wait. He’d bring out the shoes and she’d hold her foot up and wiggle it and ask for his assistance in removing the shoes she was wearing. Always, always, without fail, her foot would slowly slide out of the shoe and she’d keep her foot at his nose. She’d wiggle her foot some more and say "the sock too, Davy, the sock too!"

David blushed and felt a stirring in his pants from the memory. He’d pull at her slightly moist sock and try his best to grasp it with a full hand and later, after Gracie left, he’d go into the bathroom and hold his hand up to his face and stroke himself, sometimes to orgasm and other times, unfortunately, he’d be interrupted.

The strange thing about Gracie is that most times, she didn’t buy the shoes she tried on. David would spend an hour with her sometimes and she’d walk out as empty-handed as she came in and David would have lost a lot of money in potential commission. He didn’t care, though. Gracie was worth it. He sniffed the air and could almost swear he smelled her feet.

¨ Through the glass revolving doors of the building where he now worked, David could see the female security guard at the information desk. The clothes that she wore, as homely as they were, couldn’t hide the shape of her body. Her full perky bosom and thin waist melted into hips that had to be at least thirty-seven inches. And what an ass! He often thought of how her feet smelled after walking around on them all day. He could imagine that they were wet with perspiration from the uniform black socks and thick-soled shoes. David sometimes fantasized about sitting under the desk where no one could see him, massaging and licking her feet. Or, he could just lay there while she rubbed her feet on his face and chest as she turned in her seat to do this or that task.

"Good Morning Dana." David smiled as he spoke.

"Good Morning David," she replied.

"Have a good weekend?" He said as he leaned on the desk.

"Oh it definitely wasn’t long enough," Dana replied. "My feet hurt just thinking about coming to work this morning." "Up and down the floors of this building is murder. There has to be a better way to patrol the building."

"Well, if you need someone to rub those achy feet for you at the end of the day, don’t hesitate to ask." David offered half jokingly.

"Be careful or I just might take you up on that." Dana smiled as David walked away.

David took some time to savor that thought on the way up in the elevator. He closed his eyes and began to fantasize. He could just see them sneaking off to the Security Guard’s break room in the lower level. They’d close and lock the door for privacy. They’d turn the chairs so they faced each other. She would offer both feet. He’d slowly loosen the shoestrings on both shoes and remove the shoes one at a time, making sure that he held her foot close to his face. As the aroma from her foot escaped the shoe, he could smell it and taste it as it hit the air. As the first sock was pulled off, he’d let his nose rest on the soft flesh, just where her toes meet the ball of her foot and drink in the smell. He’d taste in-between each toe with the tip of his tongue and let it rise slowly in a circle until his mouth could envelop the whole toe and suck passionately but gently. After removing both socks, he’d allow one of her feet to rest in his lap while he gently massaged the other.

Stimulated by the foot rub, the toes on the resting foot would wiggle in his lap, and softly stroke his growing manhood. The stroking would become more rhythmic and match the deep kneading of the massage. Eventually, his throbbing cock would have a rhythm of its own and he could no longer resist the urge to pull both feet hard to his crotch, now slightly unzipped by the massive hard-on. Now gripping the outline of his shaft with the soles of her feet, she manages to maneuver so that her toes get under his briefs and meet him flesh-to-flesh.

The wiggling and stroking now grows more frantic as David nears orgasm. Turned on by the moment, Dana now finds her hands stroking her own wetness. This gets David even more excited and further he climbs as orgasm draws even closer.

"David, David, David!" She screams. "David!"

David is suddenly jolted back to reality by the sound of his boss, Valerie Cannon.

"David!" his boss spits, "Wake up man!" "This is why you don’t get those reports to me on time. You party all weekend and spend the work-week catching up on your sleep, including in the elevator!" "I’ll see you in my office in ten minutes, party boy!"

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