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The Phone Company #2
(Posted on Wednesday, July 21, 1999)
This story was submitted anonymously.

The phone company was a great place to see feet, as I explained in The Phone Company #1, my previously submitted story. The majority of women that work there are in their early to mid 20's; the prime time for soft soles and painted toes. Being a toe man, one 22 year old caught my eye soon after she came to work in our office. This is the first of many tales about "Lady T" (for toes).

Lady T was beautiful. From the top of her chestnut brown hair, to the tips of those gorgeous, almost always bare size 6's. Her shoe of choice was none. But to get into and out of the building she had to wear something. She wore flip flops, Dr. Scholls', Candies, and several different kinds of high heeled sandals and/or open toed shoes. Her toe nails were always painted.

As I walked into the office in my usual manner (head down), I saw two bare feet that were sticking out of the bottom of a pair of jeans. But what really got my attention was the fact that the owner of these feet had her toes wrapped around the bottom bar on her computer stand. Ten fire engine red toe nails filled my eyes like neon signs (and my pants with some serious wood).

I approached her desk and saw a pair of flip flops that appeared abandoned underneath. I asked her if she hated shoes, or just liked going barefoot?

With a flirtatious smile and an air of interest in her bedroom brown eyes she said, "Yes."

She wiggled her toes as I continued to stare at them and told her she certainly had the feet for going barefoot.

She said, "Thanks." She softly rubbed the sole of her right foot over the top of her left.

I heard only the quiet sound of silk lightly touching silk. I looked her in the eyes and said, "Ooooo, and they sound so soft too! Perfect for massaging and shrimping!"

Her face reddened. She smiled as the nipples of her perky breasts began to grow and push the material of her thin cotton blouse. She shifted in her chair. I knew I had hit a nerve.

"Maybe we could go to lunch someday." I said as I walked away.

"Yeah, maybe we can." She said as she turned back to her work.

This story was submitted anonymously.


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