I watched as my cum ejaculated all over Jody's toes and onto Destiny's calf. Jody maintained her relentless rubbing of my cock's head with her big toe. Even after I had finished Cumming my body continued to thrust uncontrollably each time her toe rubbed my head. It was as if Destiny and Jody controlled what my body did.
Finally after my body stopped shaking due to pure exhaustion, Destiny sat up and laid her legs across my groin, placing them along either side of my shrinking cock. She sandwiched my cock between her smooth calves using them to soothingly milk the remaining cum from it. As she did this she rubbed my sweaty brow and ran her long fingers through my hair. Jody reached in and grabbed my shrinking cock between her fingers and rubbed the head of it gently against Destiny's calves ensuring that all the cum made it onto Destiny's legs. As it slowly oozed out onto her leg Destiny rubbed my spent seed onto her legs like a lotion.
Just think she said, " That which comes from deep inside you is rubbed into my long legs and in between Jody's sexy toes."
I smiled and said, "I know I will never look at your legs and toes the same way again."
Jody said, "Next time we do this Destiny and I are switching places. I like being on top."
I laughed and said, " I am so glad there is going to be a next time. "
Destiny said, " I hope so because this is fun!!!! Not to mention good exercise. "
I laid there for about 10 more minutes while they continued to fondle me between Destiny's calves. I started to dose off and decided I better get up and dressed so we could make it to the club.
"Let’s go party!!!"
18.
A Night In A Store
Last month when I went to work at a temporary agency, as an unskilled laborer, little did I know that I would have an experience of a lifetime. My first job assignment was at Kershner's Department Store as a nighttime security guard. Kershner's is our local department store located in downtown Toledo. It is an older building 7 stories high with each floor containing about 60,000 square feet of floor space. The first 6 floors are the retail department areas and the 7th floor is the offices.
My first night on the job was uneventful. I was taken to the offices on the top floor and introduced to Uwe Cline, head of security. He gave me a cup of coffee and showed me a blue print of the store layout. Each of the 6 retail department floors was similar in design. An escalator was in the middle of each floor for going up and down to the different levels. In the back of each floor was a set of rest rooms. At the middle of each set of rest rooms was a door leading to the stairwell for those who didn't want to use the escalators, or for use in fire situations. On the west side of the building, each floor had a small warehouse area with a freight elevator for moving merchandise up and down. The first floor housed the main warehouse area and loading docks for incoming shipments.
I was to be assigned two floors per night to patrol. I was to walk a pre-determined route on floor 3 and then go up the escalator to floor 4 and walk a similar route there. I was to make sure no unauthorized individuals were in the retail areas, and also look out for fires, power outages, or anything else that would cause a security problem. If I found any of these situations, my job was simple, call Uwe on the radio and report the incident. As I was a little on the lazy side, this job fit me perfectly. The only problem I saw was that only 9 people were in the store at night. There were 3 of us guards, Uwe, and 4 women working accounting and inventory control. That few people in a large 7-story building were a little spooky. The lights were also turned down very low at night to save energy, so that took getting a little used to.
Well the first night went pretty smooth. It took about 45 minutes to patrol each floor, so I made my first round in about an hour and a half. We were allowed a 15-minute break after each round, so I settled down in a chair in the break room. There were stacks of magazines that were strewn over the break room. I found a stack of adult magazines on the table and thumbed through them. I found an old copy of a magazine called Leg Tease. I had read my share of penthouse, hustler, and other assorted adult magazines, but had never seen one devoted entirely to legs and feet. Uwe saw me reading it and asked if I was a leg and foot man. I told him I really wasn't. He smiled at me and said, "You might be when it's over". His comment seemed a little odd to me, but I had no idea what I was in for.
The first half of my shift passed quickly. At 2:15 P.M. it was time for lunch. Everyone met in the break room and ate dinner, as there wasn't anything open downtown that late at night. At the end of the picnic type table I was sitting at eating, sat a women that intrigued me. She wasn't that pretty, but had a unique face. There was something fascinating about it. She was big boned, but not fat. She was about 5' 10", 140lbs or so, with a small waist and a rather full bust. She had legs that would attract any red blooded male’s attention, and long flowing auburn hair. Her clothing was enticing and it was obvious she dressed to attract "us guys" attention. She wore a black skirt about 2 inches above her knees, and a tan colored blouse that showed off her ample breasts very nicely. She wore off black stockings and had a pair of black patent leather heels that showed the high arch of her foot and a lot of toe cleavage. She was the perfect example of the term "sultry". After my break, Uwe told me her name was SHARON Kraft. SHARON was in charge of the inventory control group's night shift. She was not the kind of person who would take any crap from anybody, and I was told, If SHARON tells you to do anything, just do it. She was also the sister of the chairman of the board, so she carried a lot of weight around Kershner's.
My first night came and went and turned out to be pretty uneventful, but 24 hours from now would make a big difference in my life and my sexual desires. Tomorrow night would be the first of several "games" that SHARON would insist I play with her.
At first I objected, but her insistence and my curiosity soon made me putty in her hands. The term (learning at the FOOT of the master) would soon take on a new meaning. Tomorrow night, Part 1 of my conversion.
Monday night came and went quickly. At that point, this was just another temp assignment for a week or two and maybe if I was lucky, I could earn several hundred dollars. Tuesday night I grabbed some dinner at my apartment consisting of a Swanson's turkey and dressing frozen dinner, and a bottle of Bud. Why in the hell I thought beer would go good with turkey I'll never know. It doesn't. Anyway, I digress. I got dressed and drove down to Kershner's. After parking my car, I took the freight elevator up to the 7th floor and reported in with Uwe, my boss. He said I did well last night and to patrol the 3rd and 4th floors again tonight in the same manner. He also said that SHARON had asked about me. He had a funny little smile on his face. I asked him what was funny. He said nothing, really, but if I find SHARON in the retail area, don't report her, even though she isn't authorized to be there. I told him SHARON didn't appear to be the kind of woman who would let anybody tell her what to do. Uwe said I was a fast learner. With that said, I went down the escalator to the third floor and started my rounds.
The 3rd floor housed the sporting goods, toy, house wares, record, china, drapery, and children's clothing departments. The 4th floor had camera, patio, women's shoes, lingerie, jewelry, women's accessory, and the furniture departments. I started my rounds on the 3rd floor and was singing an old Elton John song I always liked. I noticed a female figure walking rather slow a couple of departments over. She was about 250 feet away from me and was a rather eerie sight in the dim lights. I knew pretty quickly that it was SHARON. She appeared to be looking at something in the furniture department, and even though I know she saw me, she wasn't paying any attention to me. She looked more like she was casing the joint out, but I knew she wasn't trying to steal anything. Anyway, I finished my first circuit of both floors about an hour and a half later and went upstairs for my first break. When I got there, I sat on the couch, grabbed a coke out of the soda machine and sat down with a magazine. I was the only one there for about five minutes until SHARON came in. She had a sack with and apple and a bottle of juice she had brought
with her. She gave me a faint smile and said hello to me. Her manner wasn't real warm, but it wasn't really bitchy either. She picked up a copy of vogue and started to read it. She was dressed about the same as last night. Short skirt, although it was navy instead of black, a tight top that was a faint blue color, and those same sexy pumps that she had on last night. She crossed her left leg over her right knee and the shoe on her left foot immediately fell off her heel and dangled on her big toe. I had never really been turned on by legs or feet, but for some reason that was sensuous to me tonight. She was wearing some nude colored stockings and it appeared she had worn them for several days. I noticed little specks of dirt on the toe and heel part, and the toe area looked darker, like her foot had probably been sweating. I could actually smell her musty foot odor as her foot was about eight feet away from me. I swear for the first time in my life, I felt a little tingle in my loins over foot odor. I didn't understand it, but I sure would have given anything to pull her shoe off the rest of the way and touch her silky toes.
About three minutes later, her shoe fell off her foot and laid on the carpet. I looked up and for the first time saw her entire foot. Her stockings had a slight reinforcement at the toe, but I still think some of the darker area was dampness from her sweat. Her toenails were well pedicured and painted a very faint pink. You almost had to see them up close to tell if they were light pink or just a clear polish. She caught me staring at them and told me in her deep voice "when you're done getting off over my foot, I would appreciate you picking my shoe up". Well. I knew my cheeks turned red. They certainly were warm with embarrassment. Anyway I picked her shoe up and slipped it back on her foot. She thanked me, but I didn't know if the smile on her face was because she was grateful, or if she was smirking at me. I feared the latter. Even though it hadn't been ten minutes into my break, I wanted to get the hell out of there because I knew I was flustered and not in control. I said, "nice talking to you" to her and headed back to the third floor.
As I started my second circuit, I tried to figure out just what went on up there. I wasn't ever in my life turned on by the scent or looks of a female foot. Was it the sexy shoes, the fact her foot was sweaty, her scent, or what? I chalked it up to the heat of the moment and forgot about it. I was on my third circuit for the evening, up on the 4th floor. I was about 15 minutes from completing this round, and would then go back upstairs for lunch break. I can't figure out how in hell you can call it lunch at 2:30 in the morning. Anyway, I'm walking through the furniture department, and there is SHARON, laying on a love seat with her legs hanging over the end. Her shoes were both on her feet but were dangling off of her heels. She smiled at me and said, "Hey foot boy! Want to play"? Play what I asked her. She told me she had a talent for turning men on with the lower part of her body, and one way to hold their attention was to make them win her favors. She told me if I'm willing to play along with her, we could both have a good time for the rest of the week. SHARON's idea was to do a hide and seek in the store. The rules were that as I was making my rounds, she would leave me hints as to where I might find her. She could be anywhere on the first 6 floors. I wasn't supposed to be on any floor but 3, 4, or up in the office. The element of danger, by being on a "forbidden" floor would add to the excitement. Any time I found her, She would allow me to give her whatever pleasure she asked for. If I pleased her, she would in turn "do me in different ways" to put it in her words. I must admit, my heart was racing and I really wanted to do this, but this was taking a hell of a chance. She told me to come over to the end of the love seat. She held her right foot up to me and told me to remove her shoe. I did as she told me. She than told me to slowly inhale her foot odor from her shoe. I couldn't believe this was happening. As I smelled her shoe, she took her stocking foot and rubbed my penis through my trousers. The combination of the smell and the feel of her toes on my penis gave me a sexual sensation like I've never experienced. After about 15 seconds of this, she sat up, grabbed the shoe from my hand and put the shoe back on. I wanted more of this foot candy, but could get it only if I agreed to play her game. I did. She told me, to be ready for anything after the lunch break, and then she left.
My emotions were many. Excitement, fear, anticipation, and a few others. And here I am standing in the middle of the furniture department at 2:00 in the morning with a giddy heart and a major league boner. All this over a well shape pair of legs and feet. Not hardly what I'm used to. But at this moment, they sure seemed more exciting than a nice pair of tits. As I exclaimed to myself earlier, "WHAT THE HELLS GOING ON WITH ME ". See you all after lunch.
When I returned to the floor after lunch, I had many emotions running through my head. I was a little concerned about Uwe catching me doing something with SHARON, or being caught on a floor I had no business on. I wasn't really afraid of SHARON, but she did have a dangerous side to her. And I was also excited at the prospect of some type of sexual contact with her. I was also fascinated and curious by my new found attraction to the female leg and foot. Did I have a latent desire for them all along, or was there just something about SHARON's feet that for whatever reason turned me on. I supposed in the next few hours I would find something out.
As I made my rounds, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. SHARON was so crazy, she just might jump out at me or something. I'm not the type to be scared of these situations, but I suppose that being relatively alone in this large, semi-dark department store has me on edge. I had made my first circuit after lunch and was 15 minutes into my second circuit. My first round had taken over an hour and I had a 15-minute break. Everything was calm and quiet. I had not seen SHARON since before lunch. I was beginning to think she was just a tease. Surely the things she had talked about doing weren't going to happen. I don't care if her uncle is the chairman of the board. People don't go around doing the types of things she had proposed. And why would she do them with a stranger like me. I had written my hope off as a bunch of crazy talk from a wacko woman. I was walking from the record department, going into the women's shoe department when I notice something lies in the aisle way. It was a pair of black pumps. They weren't there an hour and a half ago when I passed this way last. At first I thought maybe they had fallen from the display table, but upon picking them up, it was soon apparent that they were SHARON's. They were slightly worn at the heel, and I could see the dark marks her toes had made on the insole. The shoes still felt warm and I could detect a little of SHARON's foot odor wafting up from her still warm and damp shoes. Surprisingly, my first reaction was to lift them to my nose and smell them, but I didn't know where SHARON was and I was afraid she might see me, so instead I put them in my jacket pocket and started on my rounds again.
I kept looking for SHARON, but she wasn't in sight. Then it dawned on me. This was a game. I had to find her and she sure as hell wasn't going to simply meet me in the aisle way like a couple of starry eyed high school kids. She would also take me away from my appointed rounds. The element of danger of not doing what you’re supposed to be doing added an element of excitement. As I continued to search for SHARON, I thought about what I might do if I was in her place. The aisle way that I had been walking on my rounds was dimly lit, but the areas between it was much darker. I bet anything she was in a shadow somewhere. I was about to turn a corner near the furniture department, when I saw a pair of stockings lying draped over a counter. They were a Sears’s brand of light coffee colored stockings with reinforced toes. As I picked them up, I felt the toe area and sure enough they were damp. I couldn't help lifting them to my nose and inhaling. Yep! They were SHARON's. My common sense told me to go to the back part of the furniture department. I was almost all the way in the back, and the only light was the red exit light by the back stair well. About that time, SHARON's voice rang out softly. Her message was that she had been waiting for an hour or more, and if 5 more minutes had gone by, I would have been out of luck. I still couldn't see her in the semi-dark, but as my eyes got used to the very dim light, I saw here lying on a sofa. She remi
nded me that I was to please her first, and if I did a good enough job, I would get rewarded. If I didn't I would go home and take a cold shower.
SHARON was lying on the sofa in her skirt and blouse, but her shoes were in my coat pocket, and her stockings were in my hand. I had the biggest urge to fall at her feet and kiss them and smell them, and put her toes in my mouth and suck on them, but I knew if I did, she would probably kick me in the nuts and leave. So I didn't. She then said to me in a commanding voice, "sit on the floor in front of the couch and give me a foot massage". She told me if I was more comfortable, I could take my clothes off. After stripping down to my shorts, I sat on the floor in a sideward manner by one end of the sofa. SHARON was reclining on it with her head on a pillow and her feet lying on the other end. I took her right foot in my hand and gently kissed her toes. I than started to rub the bottom of her foot with my thumbs. SHARON started to purr like a kitten. It was obvious that she was enjoying this as much as I was. After about 10 minutes of massaging her aching feet, she told me I deserved something. I told her I wanted to make love to her feet and kiss and suck them and feel her toes on my penis. She said she wouldn't allow that tonight, but maybe in a few evenings if things worked out.
She led me over to where the bedroom furniture was and told me to lay down on one of the king size beds. She removed her skirt and laid down opposite of me. She had her head on a pillow and my head was down at the end. Her feet were lying beside my head and I felt her hand wrap around my penis. She and I said nothing. She rubbed a little lotion on her hand and supported my dick with her 2nd and 3rd finger while stroking the underside of it with her thumb. She laid her feet on my chest. Her toes were fairly long and curled down in a very sexy manner. For the first time in my life, I had a female foot in my face. I was so excited and had many thoughts in my head. But first and foremost, I was as sexually turned on as I had ever been.
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