I just returned from a conference in Los Angeles and I must relay the awesome experiences that I had during my stay. I was not looking forward to a dull week filled with boring speakers, drab business reports and glum presentations. Little did I know how much fun and excitement lay before me. It was Monday morning, day one of a long week, and I was looking forward to finding a seat next to a woman whom I knew was an avid dipper and dangler. This would at least keep me awake during the meeting.

Upon entering the conference room, I was disappointed to learn that I would not be able to choose my own seat. All participants had been assigned seats so that there would be no clustering or niching among acquaintances and friends. I made my way to the table where my name badge and notebook were sitting and I sat my computer bag down next to my seat. I glanced over to my left and my right to see who would be sharing the table with me. Mark Potter was the name badge to my right and Shalondra Jenkins would be occupying the seat to my left.

"Hmm," I thought. Shalondra was a sales rep in another district. From what little I knew about her I could recollect that she was very outgoing and friendly. I remembered that she was black, 5'2", thick, but shapely and fairly attractive. I had only encountered her a few times at the office , so I did not know whether or not she was an active member of the dip and dangle society. I could only hope.

A glimmer of hope arose when Shalondra entered the room. She looked great. She wore a medium length black skirt, shimmering blue blouse with wide collars, very sheer black nylon hose and black pumps. She took her seat next to me and turned to greet me. We engaged in small talk for the next 10 minutes just before the meeting began. I was somewhat puzzled by her facial expression as we talked because she appeared to maintain a slight smirk on her face throughout our conversation. It was as if she knew something about me that I was unaware of. I brushed off the thought as the meeting began.

I constantly glanced down at the floor to my left for the next 25 minutes or so, but to my disappointment, Shalondra's shoes were as snug on her feet as my watch was on my wrist. "Oh, well." I thought. It appeared that Shalondra would not be entertaining me and that I was in for a long week indeed. Maybe I could change seats later in the week.

Finally, about an hour into the meeting, I was startled by the terrific sound of partially empty shoes hitting the floor. "Thlock, thlock" was the noise I heard and I calmly looked down. I was excited to see that Shalondra had come through for me. From my glance I noticed that her shiny black shoes were flat on the floor while her sheer nylon-hosed heels were at a 90-degree angle to the floor with her soles and toes exposed. The ball of her foot was pulled to the back edge of her shoe and her deep purple painted toenails could be seen resting on the leather pads inside her shoe. Her feet were mesmerizing! She had high arches, thick, meaty heels, and her second toes of each foot were slightly longer than the big toes. I turned in my seat restlessly trying to conceal the hard-on that was beginning to form in my slacks.

She continued to dip and dangle in several different positions throughout the day like a specialized pro. She crossed her ankles, sat on one foot and dipped the other on the floor closest to my seat, she swirled her shoes around under her chair with her toes and occassionally, she would dangle one shoe with her legs crossed and dip the other one on the floor. She was actively, yet silently torturing me in every way and she did not even know it. "Or did she?" I thought to myself.

I had been answering questions for her during the meeting and recognized that each time I looked at her, she was smirking and I didn't know why. I later found out towards the end of one of the speaker's presentations. Shalondra passed me note written on a napkin that read, "You are really enjoying my feet, aren't you?"

I was floored. I thought to myself, "How did she know? How was I to respond?" I kept my cool, smiled at her and looked back at the speaker.

She reached for the napkin, scribbled some more writing and returned it for me to review. "Are my toes pretty?" She wrote.

I got up a little nerve and wrote back. "Yeah, they're cute. Heh, heh."

"You want to touch them, don't you?" She wrote back.

I could feel my mouth getting dry and my hands getting wet. I seized the napkin and scripted my reply. "What makes you think that I like feet?" I was totally unprepared for what would follow.

She pulled her feet back under her chair, popped her heels and dipped her feet way beyond the 90-degrees that she had been doing all day earlier. It was freakin' killing me. She grabbed a scribble pad that lay on the table and began writing what seemed like a novel. When she had finished writing, she kicked both of her shoes forward, stood up, put both feet in her chair and sat on her legs. She was exposing the soles of both of her feet and her toes were bent over the back edge of her chair. I was dizzy with anticipation and several other emotions all at once. My heart was beating in my throat, it seemed.

She passed me the note. I was partly embarrassed and slightly excited by its contents. "I KNOW that you like feet. I was in the office last week while you were in Omaha. I needed to call a customer and the phone in your office was the only one available. I noticed some magazines on top of your file cabinet under the phone book and I figured that I would read while I was on hold. I was pleasantly shocked to find copies of Leg Show, Leg Action and Leg Sex. I had a boyfriend in college who read those mags and he used to do all kinds of naughty things to my toes. It was the bomb. It's been a very long time since I met a brother who can admire a woman's feet. I also think that you are very cute. Cute men who like feet are very sexy to me because I love the power that a woman's feet has over them. I've been taking my shoes off on purpose to see how you would respond. I've seen your sly glances from the corner of my eye. Go ahead. You can feel them if you wish."

I laughed out loud as I got to the end of the note and felt an almost devilish grin overtake my face. Smiling, I wrote back. "I cannot believe this. You are in so much trouble this week, young lady. You are very attractive and you are right. I've been wanting to get into your shoes all day long."

She was dipping with her ankles crossed under her seat and I startled her when I swiped her sole with my fingers as she was reading my reply. She squealed slightly and let out a full, hearty giggle. She smiled and slapped me on the arm and said, "Behave yourself." Although I felt that I was teetering on the fine line of sexual harassment, her actions and responses assured me that I was well within my bounds. We continued playing dip and dap all week.

One day I retrieved a cube of ice from my water glass and swiped her sole with it as she dipped her bare feet under her chair. Her muffled squeal and sexy giggles were delightful. She playfully jabbed me in the side with her elbow another day when I kicked her shoe off of her foot while she was dangling under the table. I scraped her sole with the toe of my shoe and she flinched.

Perhaps the best and most eventful day of all was Thursday when I put a tickle me sticker in her shoe. The sticker attached to her nylon clad heel unknowingly to her as she dipped and four other guys tickled her feet that day. I never heard such loud and sexy screams in all of my life. Her good friend, Jennifer saw the sticker also. She walked behind Shalondra while she was rubbing her nylon toes on the carpet with her heels and soles exposed. Jennifer knelt down and ripped the footprints off both of Shalondra's feet with her long claw fingernails. Shalondra screamed very loudly, kicked her shoes 5 feet in front of her, and turned around with a big grin on her face. When I looked down at her feet, Jennifer had put 3 large runs in Shalondra's stockings. That scene almost made me cum right there in my pants. Jennifer showed her the sticker and Shalondra pinched my ears with a smile. She knew that I was the culprit. That week was so much fun. It was a corporate dream!