Fast Food Fun
(Posted on Monday, August 7, 2000)
This story was submitted by Spartacus.

Up until the other day to my knowledge, there was only one benefit from working in fast food; you get paid. As I said though, that was until the other day. All our employees had to fill out some paperwork. It just happened that I was filling mine out at the same time as the one hot girl that works there, Lindsay. Many a night, looking at her is all that's kept me sane.

I remember one night very well. We'd both worked long shifts, 6 hours so far, and while we were filling this out, she was complaining about the fact that her feet hurt. I showed little interest, but that's not to say that I wasn't interested. After a few minutes she actually took her shoes off and rubbed them some. The smell slowly wafted up to me and I thought it wasn't all that unpleasant. Of course, a point of view is always important.

She stopped rubbing her feet and continued filling out her forms. However, she did not put her shoes back on. She flexed her feet for at least 5 minutes. I was finding it hard to concentrate on my forms, but somehow I worked through it. When I was finished, I just sat there, leaned back and closed my eyes to enjoy the brief reprieve from the managers.

Lindsay, without looking up, asked me if I would rub her feet. This of course caught my attention, but I pretended to have not heard what she had said. So casually, without bothering to open my eyes, I asked what she'd said.

"I asked if you'd rub my feet. This place is a hell hole." She answered.

I agreed that it was indeed a hell hole, but I was slightly reluctant to give her a foot rub while still on the clock. She asked again and I couldn't resist her sweet face no matter how tired it looked. I agreed and she put her feet up on a nearby chair. I started to slowly rub her feet. After just a couple minutes of slowly pressing my fingers into her soft foot, she completely abandoned any attempt to complete her job information sheet and sat back to enjoy her escape from the hell that is, Hardees.

I slowly worked my thumbs across her whole foot, even spending time on the pad of each of her small toes. Even through her cotton socks I could feel every line and curve of her small foot.

I imagine it was less than 10 minutes that I was allowed to have my hands on the petite foot of this goddess before Satan herself could be heard calling me to clean something. I gave her sweet foot one more gentle squeeze and then quickly bent down and kissed her toe. She smiled and went back to her info sheets.

The last couple hours of the night, as they always do, wore on slowly. Lindsay and I chatted occasionally, but had much work to get done so that we could leave at a reasonable time. When all the work was done, we both rushed to our cars, eager to escape Hades and get home. I was especially eager to be alone because of the earlier experience.

I started my car and waited for the managers to drive past. As I started to back up, I saw Lindsay get out of her car. I parked mine again and got out, not sure what to expect. It turned out that the only reason she hadn't left was because she couldn't. Her car wouldn't start. I'm a decent mechanic, and prepared for car troubles, but I was unable to fix her car. I offered her a ride home and she accepted. We drove for a while, talking about the stresses of work and the bitches we call our bosses. She complained about her feet in passing once, but nothing was made of it.

After 10 short minutes of driving we arrived at her house, which she informed me was empty for the weekend. She asked if I wanted to come in and have a cold one as a thank you. I usually don't go straight home after work, so no one was expecting me and I had nothing better to do, so I agreed. She got me a drink and went to change (those uniforms just aren't all that flattering). She returned wearing a tank top and a pair of boxer shorts. Her feet were bare and I couldn't help but stare. Such soft skin on such small feet. (For all you horny bastards, size 6)

We talked some more, this time about things more personal than work. She, like so many women, tends to flex and rub her bare feet, something I don't mind in the least. She made one more passing comment about how her work shoes killed her feet, and this time she didn't have to ask. I volunteered to give her a foot rub. She seemed awfully excited about this and sank back into the plush cushions and put her feet up near me. Even after 15 minutes exposed to the air, they still had quite a strong smell, one you might expect from 8 hours of work.

I began to rub them softly, massaging her soft arches. Her skin was glorious, slightly tanned and extremely soft. We didn't say a word for 10 minutes. My hands said everything. They caressed her soft feet while she smiled. I couldn't resist any longer and I bent low to kiss her toe. She smiled a little broader and I took her middle toe into my mouth.

The taste was heavenly. My tongue swirled around the small digit, flicking at the soft pad of her toe. I was not all that excited about relinquishing that beautiful toe, but my tongue was rewarded with a journey across her small arch. It slid along her smooth arch and she flexed her foot. My tongue traced every crease that she made. She wiggled her toes and I kissed whichever muscle was responsible for moving those sexy digits.

After 10 minutes of exploring her sole with my mouth I couldn't resist anymore. I had to have those beautiful toes in my mouth. I took one at a time, fondling each for a while. After worshipping at each tiny altar individually, I took them all in, my tongue rolling across them, between them, and around them.

While I had been busy worshipping her lovely foot, her other foot had been dancing in my lap, never stimulating me too much, but thanking my stiff member for the service the mouth attached to it was providing it's companion in life. She had worked my zipper down and with the flick of a toe popped the button. My member bulged in my briefs, and she slowly slid her sole up and down the top of it.

While as pleasurable as this was, I was still focused on that foot my mouth had been allowed to worship. That focus didn't last long though as she hooked her big toe under the waistband and freed my swollen cock. She wrapped both feet, one still moist with my saliva around my dick and slowly began pumping. I was so excited! It wouldn't take much of this to bring me to orgasm, but she was a master at restraint, constantly building me up and never allowing my to reach the top. Occasionally she'd use her pinky toe to roll my balls around while her big toe played with the sensitive underside. At last she allowed me to cum. I shot my load onto her pretty feet.

She brought the foot that I had already worshipped up to her own mouth and licked it clean of my sperm. The other she offered to me. It was like a salad in one of those delicious bread bowls. While what's inside is of little importance, the dish it comes with is heavenly. My tongue lapped up every drop, taking time to savor the taste of the toes that I had licked it from. For good measure I sucked each toe an extra time. I kissed both of her feet on the top and told her, "Thank you."

I told her that if she ever needed a ride anywhere while her car was broken down, she should just call me. She promised that she would.