mickeybb
08-09-2008, 11:36 PM
My name is John. I am 29 years old. I am an assistant manager at a 24 hour convenience store, having worked there for 7 years since graduating college with a degree in business management.
I try to act professionally at all times at work, but we recently hired a 19 year old cashier-stocker named Kristen that is making it very difficult. She is an absolute knockout, about 5’8” tall, 125 lbs., and with sexy size 8 feet ( trust me I found out for sure ). I try to look at her only on the sly but I think she may have caught me looking once or twice.
Occasionally 3 or 4 employees will go to a local bar after getting off work at midnight. This was the first time I had seen Kristen outside of work. The round table we sat at had 5 chairs and there were 4 of us, myself, Kristen, Bob a 20 year old stock guy, and Sarah a 35 year old, back working to get money to send her daughter to college. I sat next to Sarah, Bob was next to her on the other side. I was disappointed when Kristen sat next to Bob until she put her feet up on the chair next to me. She was wearing a long skirt and knee high black boots with a 2 inch heel. Every time I would talk to Kristen I would have to look at the sexy feet in their hot leather encasement that was between us.
After 2 or 3 drinks she said her feet were killing her ( she had just worked an 8 hour shift cashiering on her feet in those boots), and took off her boots.
“My feet were killing me, but I hope the smell doesn’t kill John.” she said laughing.
“I’m sure they don’t smell bad” I replied being nice and hoping to somehow get a good whiff before the night was over. I have had a couple weird fetishes as long as I could remember: one, feet especially sweaty hot feet and two, the one I never realized, but dream of, being kicked in the balls.
“I dare you to smell them if you don’t think they smell” said Bob. I wanted to thank him, but I said ”I don’t think Kristen wants me smelling her feet.”
“I don’t mind it’s not my nose that will be ruined . If you’re willing to take his dare I wouldn’t mind. I might even like it.”
“Okay here goes” I slowly leaned down and drew a deep breath. I’d never actually smelled a womans’ feet while we both knew that was what I was doing. I had caught whiffs while sitting on the floor in front of a couch or chair a woman was sitting in, or when I tried to nonchalantly smell my girlfriends feet and make it look accidental, and one time my sister and cousin had both ****** me to smell their feet when I was laying on my back on the floor (strange position for a foot lover, right) when they were 15 & 16 and I was 20 I acted like I didn’t like it but stretched it out to last about 10 minutes. Sadly my sister lacked the guts to try when our cousin wasn’t there.
“I guess they don’t smell too bad, you seem to be okay.” Kristen said making me realize I was a little bit too into it and replied “No, they aren’t too bad”.
“Good then you can move over here I’ll put them in your lap and you can massage them for me” she stated, more like a demand than a request.
“I don’t know“ I answered while thinking that was the most desired thought I had ever heard brought up by someone else.
“I do know! Now sit here and rub my pretty little feet you already said they don’t smell so what’s the big deal?”
“Okay, okay don’t get bossy” I said as I moved over into the empty chair and she put her feet in my lap and I started to rub.
“Don’t get bossy, that’s funny. You’re my boss and you are smelling,” at this point she lifted her sexy foot up to my nose and waved it around “and rubbing my hot sweaty feet. Hey since they got hot and sore at work you should have to rub them after every eight hour shift.”
“Actually I’m assistant manager, not really your boss, I can’t hire or fire people I just make sure Tom can take a night off a couple times a week and take a vacation occasionally without the store falling apart.” Just then Bob decided to put an ice cube on Kristen’s neck, she had her hair up in a ponytail. This caused Kristen to of course jump in response which had the unintended result of driving her sweaty right heel into my left testicle.
“OOOMPHH” I believe approximated the sudden release of all the air in my lungs. Initially she didn’t realize what had happened.
“What was that John and why did you stop massaging my feet?” I was merely pausing to regain my breath, but like a spoiled little girl she stomped her foot at not getting her way.
“UGHHH” was the sound that I believe came of my second kick in less than 20 seconds.
“What?” she asked not speaking fluent testicular trauma.
“You just kicked my balls! Twice actually.” I whimpered.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”
“Yes I’ll be fine thanks just give me a couple minutes.” I responded while trying to take in what had happened.
“Here I’ll take my feet down if you want.”
“No,” I said almost too emphatically, “That’s okay they are fine. Just tell Bob no more ice tricks.” Everybody laughed at that. Bob apologized, but as the pain subsided I was kind of glad it happened. I always wanted it and it turned me on hearing about guys getting kicked by girls. I enjoyed it a little too much as I started to develop an erection.
Kristen leaned over and whispered “I guess you really didn’t mind too much did you.” She noticed my excitement but was discreet enough to cover it up to Bob and Sarah. She kept her foot on my throbbing, both in pain and pleasure, hard-on.
“So as I was saying, before Bob interrupted, after every eight hour shift on my feet you give me a one hour foot rub and I’ll reward you with a kick to the balls.” Kristen joked. Sarah laughed extra hard at that. Kristen lightly tapped her foot on my still sore balls for fun.
To be continued...
I try to act professionally at all times at work, but we recently hired a 19 year old cashier-stocker named Kristen that is making it very difficult. She is an absolute knockout, about 5’8” tall, 125 lbs., and with sexy size 8 feet ( trust me I found out for sure ). I try to look at her only on the sly but I think she may have caught me looking once or twice.
Occasionally 3 or 4 employees will go to a local bar after getting off work at midnight. This was the first time I had seen Kristen outside of work. The round table we sat at had 5 chairs and there were 4 of us, myself, Kristen, Bob a 20 year old stock guy, and Sarah a 35 year old, back working to get money to send her daughter to college. I sat next to Sarah, Bob was next to her on the other side. I was disappointed when Kristen sat next to Bob until she put her feet up on the chair next to me. She was wearing a long skirt and knee high black boots with a 2 inch heel. Every time I would talk to Kristen I would have to look at the sexy feet in their hot leather encasement that was between us.
After 2 or 3 drinks she said her feet were killing her ( she had just worked an 8 hour shift cashiering on her feet in those boots), and took off her boots.
“My feet were killing me, but I hope the smell doesn’t kill John.” she said laughing.
“I’m sure they don’t smell bad” I replied being nice and hoping to somehow get a good whiff before the night was over. I have had a couple weird fetishes as long as I could remember: one, feet especially sweaty hot feet and two, the one I never realized, but dream of, being kicked in the balls.
“I dare you to smell them if you don’t think they smell” said Bob. I wanted to thank him, but I said ”I don’t think Kristen wants me smelling her feet.”
“I don’t mind it’s not my nose that will be ruined . If you’re willing to take his dare I wouldn’t mind. I might even like it.”
“Okay here goes” I slowly leaned down and drew a deep breath. I’d never actually smelled a womans’ feet while we both knew that was what I was doing. I had caught whiffs while sitting on the floor in front of a couch or chair a woman was sitting in, or when I tried to nonchalantly smell my girlfriends feet and make it look accidental, and one time my sister and cousin had both ****** me to smell their feet when I was laying on my back on the floor (strange position for a foot lover, right) when they were 15 & 16 and I was 20 I acted like I didn’t like it but stretched it out to last about 10 minutes. Sadly my sister lacked the guts to try when our cousin wasn’t there.
“I guess they don’t smell too bad, you seem to be okay.” Kristen said making me realize I was a little bit too into it and replied “No, they aren’t too bad”.
“Good then you can move over here I’ll put them in your lap and you can massage them for me” she stated, more like a demand than a request.
“I don’t know“ I answered while thinking that was the most desired thought I had ever heard brought up by someone else.
“I do know! Now sit here and rub my pretty little feet you already said they don’t smell so what’s the big deal?”
“Okay, okay don’t get bossy” I said as I moved over into the empty chair and she put her feet in my lap and I started to rub.
“Don’t get bossy, that’s funny. You’re my boss and you are smelling,” at this point she lifted her sexy foot up to my nose and waved it around “and rubbing my hot sweaty feet. Hey since they got hot and sore at work you should have to rub them after every eight hour shift.”
“Actually I’m assistant manager, not really your boss, I can’t hire or fire people I just make sure Tom can take a night off a couple times a week and take a vacation occasionally without the store falling apart.” Just then Bob decided to put an ice cube on Kristen’s neck, she had her hair up in a ponytail. This caused Kristen to of course jump in response which had the unintended result of driving her sweaty right heel into my left testicle.
“OOOMPHH” I believe approximated the sudden release of all the air in my lungs. Initially she didn’t realize what had happened.
“What was that John and why did you stop massaging my feet?” I was merely pausing to regain my breath, but like a spoiled little girl she stomped her foot at not getting her way.
“UGHHH” was the sound that I believe came of my second kick in less than 20 seconds.
“What?” she asked not speaking fluent testicular trauma.
“You just kicked my balls! Twice actually.” I whimpered.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”
“Yes I’ll be fine thanks just give me a couple minutes.” I responded while trying to take in what had happened.
“Here I’ll take my feet down if you want.”
“No,” I said almost too emphatically, “That’s okay they are fine. Just tell Bob no more ice tricks.” Everybody laughed at that. Bob apologized, but as the pain subsided I was kind of glad it happened. I always wanted it and it turned me on hearing about guys getting kicked by girls. I enjoyed it a little too much as I started to develop an erection.
Kristen leaned over and whispered “I guess you really didn’t mind too much did you.” She noticed my excitement but was discreet enough to cover it up to Bob and Sarah. She kept her foot on my throbbing, both in pain and pleasure, hard-on.
“So as I was saying, before Bob interrupted, after every eight hour shift on my feet you give me a one hour foot rub and I’ll reward you with a kick to the balls.” Kristen joked. Sarah laughed extra hard at that. Kristen lightly tapped her foot on my still sore balls for fun.
To be continued...