The Phone Company is a great place to work if you have a foot fetish. When I worked there it was about 95% female. (I was part of the other 5%.) Whenever I walked around the office, people would think I was depressed, or in deep thought. Neither. I was checking out the toes of all the lovely women who worked there.

There were feet for every foot man. Big feet, small feet, wide feet, narrow feet, painted toe nails, no nail polish, black feet, brown feet, white feet and every combination thereof.

They wore pumps, platforms, flats, mules, sandals and even flip-flops. (Casual dress is the greatest!) My favorite time was when they would kick off whatever type of footwear they had on. I could see their feet underneath their desks or sticking out from underneath the legs they had tucked them under.

One day I was working in the stock room with one of the female clerks. We were opening boxes of office supplies and stacking them on the shelves. She had on a tan dress, with suntan nylons. She had taken her shoes off and I could see the pink nail polish on her gorgeous size 9's. She would sit on the ladder and put the supplies on the shelves as I passed them to her.

After four hours of having those beauties mere inches from my face and smelling the intoxicating aroma of her feet, I couldn't take it any longer. I had to get my hands on them. With my index finger just touching the sole of her foot, I nonchalantly asked her if she was ticklish.

"Yes, I am, but I love it !" She said.

She didn't have to hit me in the head with a brick. One hand lifted her foot from the ladder while the fingers of the other danced over her silky soft soles. Her laughter filled the room, and then her toes filled my mouth. I licked and sucked her toes right through her nylons.

She came in a matter of minutes. I kissed each of her toes as I helped her on with her shoes. We opened the door, shut out the light and went our separate ways.